My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 95 Mug

While everything unfolded around Riley, he paid little attention to the chaos, especially the mounting anger from the Hidden Sword Valley.

Their fury didn't faze him in the slightest. In fact, he knew he could easily crush them without lifting a finger.

He had bigger things to focus on—specifically, healing the people in need.

As his hands glowed with power, Riley felt a deep sense of joy and fulfillment in his actions.

It wasn't just about restoring health; it was about the purpose it gave him.

It was a purpose he could feel deep within, one that grounded him in the midst of the turmoil surrounding him.

As night descended, the atmosphere shifted to one of warmth and calm.

Riley turned his attention to Fay, introducing her to the women who had become an integral part of his life.

The evening carried a sense of new beginnings, with Riley's companions eager to meet the latest addition.

Veronica, ever curious, was the first to break the silence.

"What are you to Riley, Fay? Tell me how you met him," she asked, her eyes glimmering with interest.

The newcomer was clearly important enough to warrant her attention, and she wanted to know more about how Fay had become part of their group.

Fay hesitated for a moment, then spoke respectfully, her voice soft but clear.

"I'm his servant, Mistress Veronica. I come from the Hi…" She trailed off, her gaze briefly faltering as if caught in a moment of hesitation, unsure of how much to reveal about her past.

The conversation continued, and as the evening unfolded, Fay was introduced to each of Riley's women one after another.

They talked, shared their experiences, and exchanged laughter.

There was an undeniable warmth in the air, a sense of camaraderie as everyone got to know one another.

The women welcomed Fay with open arms, recognizing the bond that was forming between her and Riley.

It was an easy evening—nothing forced, everything flowing naturally.

Dinner was a joyful affair, filled with light-hearted chatter and delicious food.

This chapter is updat𝙚d by freeweɓnovel.cøm.

Fay, who had always been used to a more solitary existence, found comfort in the shared meal, her heart lightened by the genuine kindness surrounding her.

It felt almost surreal, like she had stumbled upon a family where everyone cared for each other deeply.

After dinner, Fay, along with Ruby, helped with the dishes.

There was something soothing about the simple act of cleaning up after a meal, something that grounded Fay even more in this strange new life she had found.

As they worked together, Ruby shared small snippets of her own journey, making Fay feel like part of the group.

It was a quiet bonding moment, simple but meaningful.

When the chores were done, Riley offered Fay a room where she could rest.

It wasn't grand, but it was hers—a space where she could settle in and reflect on the day.

As she stood in the doorway, Fay couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging.

For the first time in a long while, she felt she was exactly where she needed to be.

Fay lay in bed, her mind restless despite the exhaustion settling into her body.

I need to wake up early tomorrow and learn how to properly serve Young Master Riley, she reminded herself.

Though she had pledged loyalty to him, she still had much to learn about her role.

With that in mind, she planned to seek guidance from his aunt, White Snow, who was staying in the room beside hers.

Unlike Riley's other women, White Snow wasn't part of his inner circle, which meant she had not joined the dinner earlier.

Fay figured that made her the best person to ask without seeming intrusive.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, a strange sound caught her attention.

"Ahhhh…"

Fay's body stiffened, her ears straining in the darkness.

It was faint at first, almost like a distant echo, but unmistakable in its meaning.

She swallowed hard, heat creeping up her neck.

Then she heard it again.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

The moans grew louder, more desperate, like a melody of raw pleasure weaving through the quiet night.

Fay's breath hitched as recognition struck her like lightning.

That's… She didn't need to guess—she knew exactly what those sounds meant.

After all, she had made a similar sound earlier that day when Riley had touched her.

A shiver ran down her spine, and an uncontrollable heat bloomed in her cunt, spreading through her limbs like wildfire.

Her nipples hardened, aching for attention, and a subtle dampness formed between her thighs.

Her body was responding instinctively, preparing her for something she had never truly experienced before.

The moans continued, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Fay squeezed her legs together, her pulse racing.

Why… why am I reacting like this?

She buried her face in her pillow, trying to block out the sounds, but it was futile.

The more she tried to resist, the more her body betrayed her.

Oh no… I've become bad, she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks, making her look even more alluring in the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the window.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, and her breath came in shallow gasps.

She could feel her resolve crumbling, breaking apart like sand slipping through her fingers.

Almost without thinking, her hand drifted up her body, fingers grazing over the thin fabric of her nightgown.

A gasp escaped her lips as she found her already rock-hard nipple, the sensitive bud pebbling beneath her touch.

She rolled it between her fingers, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her like a lightning bolt.

Her other hand slid down her stomach, hesitating at the waistband of her undergarments.

A battle raged in her mind—one side urging her to stop, the other whispering that it was too late, that there was no harm in exploring these newfound sensations.

And then, outside her door, the moans reached their peak.

"Ahhh… Riley…!"

Fay's entire body shuddered at the name, her breath catching in her throat.

It was like a spell had been cast on her, ensnaring her completely.

Her fingers dipped lower.