My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 96 Playground

That night, Fay discovered a part of herself she had never known before.

The heat that bloomed beneath her skin, the pleasure that coursed through her veins—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly new.

She had always thought of herself as someone untouched by such desires, someone who lived in quiet simplicity and would just cultivate all day long. But Riley had changed that.

He had shown her that her body was capable of feeling in ways she had never imagined.

She wasn't sure whether this awakening was a blessing or a curse. A part of her was grateful—how could she not be, after experiencing something so exquisite?

And yet, another part of her felt uncertain, even fearful. This revelation had come through Riley, and she didn't know what it meant. Did she belong to him now in some way? Was this simply a passing moment, or had something within her shifted forever?

Sleep came in fleeting intervals, her body still humming with sensation long after the act itself had ended. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her breath shallow as she tried to quiet her thoughts.

Every now and then, soft gasps escaped her lips, filling the stillness of her room. It was a night unlike any other, one that left her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.

By the time morning arrived, Fay had barely rested. Yet, as the first golden rays of sunlight stretched across the horizon, she forced herself to rise.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the distant chirping of birds. With sluggish movements, she dressed and stepped outside, her limbs still languid from exhaustion.

She wasn't surprised to see Daoist White Snow waiting for her. The older woman stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her serene expression giving away nothing.

"Did you sleep well, Fay?" White Snow asked, her voice gentle yet laced with an undertone of knowing.

Fay hesitated for a moment before nodding, rubbing her eyes as if to chase away the remnants of sleep.

"Mmm…" she murmured, her exhaustion evident.

White Snow let out a soft sigh. "I know. I heard it too."

Fay froze, her heart skipping a beat. A flush of embarrassment crept up her neck, though she tried to suppress it.

White Snow continued, her gaze steady.

"Young Master Riley isn't the saint he pretends to be. He has many women by his side. You should be cautious, Fay. You are beautiful, and we don't know what he might expect from you in return."

Fay's brows furrowed slightly.

"I don't think Young Master Riley is that kind of man, Aunt. He's been nothing but kind to me. He even healed me."

White Snow's lips pressed into a thin line.

"Kindness does not always come without cost," she warned.

"Men like Riley often take what they want, even when they appear generous."

Fay shook her head, unwilling to believe such accusations. Riley had shown her nothing but warmth and care. But doubt, once planted, had a way of growing.

As the morning sun climbed higher, casting long shadows across the courtyard, Fay found herself standing at a crossroads—not just between trust and suspicion, but between the girl she had been and the woman she was becoming.

After breakfast, Daoist White Snow came looking for Fay. She found her in the kitchen, washing dishes and cleaning the table alongside Ruby.

"If your father could see you now, Fay, there's no doubt he would be livid with anger," White Snow remarked, her tone carrying a mix of amusement and disapproval.

Fay didn't stop her work, wiping down the table with practiced ease.

"Let it be, Aunt White Snow. I've made my decision. Besides, I don't think my father would be reckless enough to act against Young Master Riley."

White Snow sighed.

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"Yes. I fear Young Master Riley has already stepped into the Void Tribulation Realm. Perhaps only the ancestor could handle him, but he wouldn't intervene over something like this. The ancestor only appears when our sect faces a true life-and-death crisis."

Fay nodded, her expression calm.

"That's good then. Young Master Riley is a good man. I don't believe he would imprison me here—I chose to serve him of my own will. And if I ever grow bored, I can always return to the sect someday for a vacation."

Even as she spoke, she knew she wasn't completely free. Though she had taken on the role of a servant in Riley's household, she hadn't forgotten where she came from.

She still had a family in the sect—a father, a mother, and siblings who would worry if she disappeared for too long. The thought lingered in the back of her mind, but for now, she pushed it aside.

***

A week passed, and Fay gradually settled into her new routine. Each day, she attended to Riley's needs, serving him, bringing his meals, and massaging his body.

He particularly loved her massages, always praising her as if she had a natural talent for it.

But while her days were filled with quiet servitude, the nights were anything but silent.

The sounds of passion spilled through the walls—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.

Every night, without fail, Riley indulged in pleasures that sent Fay spiraling further into her own curiosity.

At first, she ignored it. Then, she began to listen.

And then, she started experimenting.

Lying in her bed, her fingers traced paths along her body, searching, teasing, mimicking what little she could understand of what happened beyond those doors.

It felt good—better than she expected. But something was missing.

"Why is it not the same?" Fay whispered to herself after one particularly intense climax. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body slick with sweat. The pleasure had been strong, but it wasn't enough.

Because she remembered.

She remembered the way Riley had touched her. The way his tongue had moved against her, how he had made her lose all control.

That time… that time had been different. It had been overwhelming, mind-shattering. She had even squirted.

And now, nothing else compared.

A deep frustration settled inside her. No matter how much she explored herself, no matter how many times she reached that peak, it would never feel the same.

Because it wasn't him.

Fay swallowed, gripping the sheets beneath her. A realization crept into her mind—slow, insidious.

She wanted more.