The Grand Valorian royal family has been established for 800 years. Through many generations of emperors, there have been rises and falls, but above all, the nation's strength has remained steadfast.
Elara Vespera is the Tenth Princess of the Grand Valorian dynasty. When she was seven years old, Grand Sui officially declared war on Grand Valorian. The war lasted ten years, severely draining the fortunes of both nations. Now, the two countries have agreed to a ceasefire to prepare for the next round of conflict.
During those ten years, she lost her uncle and her maternal family's influence weakened drastically. The situation had become extremely perilous.
If nothing changed, she would soon lose her position in the palace. She had to prepare for the future.
At sixteen, she was sent to the Elderstone Academy for training and study. With her talent, she quickly became one of the top geniuses in the academy.
Everything progressed slowly but smoothly.
Until a mysterious figure appeared. He was Theron Art, an envoy of the Eternal Sect, which governs Grand Valorian. This man changed the entire situation, elevating the Second Prince to full power, executing the First Prince, assassinating the Prime Minister, and suppressing the Third Prince, my elder brother, so he couldn't rise.
This man's strength was formidable, his nature cruel and lascivious. Many noble concubines, imperial consorts, and high-born ladies had fallen victim to him.
Men who caught his attention often met tragic ends. But his power was immense, and no one could touch him. Gradually, the women he targeted became his slaves, not only not hating him but even boasting of their "achievements" with him.
With my beauty and status as one of the academy's top geniuses, I had long been in his sights.
My proud achievements had now become my own tombstone. But at least I could use them. Under my family's orders, I was forced to seduce Theron, the envoy of Eternal Sect, to make him side with me, or else the century-long legacy of my family would turn to dust.
Born into a family that enjoys the wealth of our ancestors, I have a duty to preserve it.
Thus, I had no choice but to sacrifice myself, becoming a plaything for that beast Theron, hoping he would change his decision and stand by my side.
Things progressed beyond my expectations. Theron gradually became infatuated with me. He was willing to do anything just to see me smile. I was somewhat moved. Perhaps giving myself to such a man wasn't too great a loss.
On a June night, the sky clear, the breeze cool,
I looked at the full moon and thought, in less than half a month, the situation had stabilized. The Third Prince took power, the Second Prince died without reason. My family had won, and it was time to fulfill my promise.
Just a quarter of an hour after I sent for him, he arrived. I lay on the bed, closing my eyes, awaiting what was to come.
But I waited and waited, and there was no movement.
Opening my eyes, I saw a stranger before me—no, I knew this man. It was Noah, the rising star of the talent class; Noah Darke. But why was he here? Below, Theron, the envoy of Eternal Sect, was kneeling on the floor, his eyes filled with fear, his body covered in wounds.
And the way Noah looked at me was strange. His gaze was infatuated, tinged with melancholy, with a hint of reproach, as if… as if it were the look of a lover sulking… as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.
He raised a finger to his lips, signaling silence, then said,
"Finally, I meet you again."
He looked at me as if intoxicated. His movements were calm, unhurried, but they captivated me endlessly. His body radiated an aura so profound that, if I tried to sense it, he seemed as vast as the entire world.
His voice was majestic, resonating like the heavens, allowing no defiance.
This Noah was absolutely not the same Noah.
He stepped forward, gently and carefully removing each layer of my clothing. I didn't dare resist. Below, Theron's eyes burned red with rage, but his body seemed powerless, only able to watch helplessly.
Was I to lose my virtue to a stranger? Why was this happening? I had never committed any grave sin since childhood. Why was it like this? Tears fell as I whispered, "Why?"
This Noah suddenly slapped my backside, the sound echoing in the room.
…Silence…
Then he continued, gently and meticulously caressing every part of my body. His technique was so skilled, as if he could read my thoughts. Before long, I sank into pleasure…
When I came to, not a scrap of clothing remained on my body, and he placed that thing only a man has right in front of my face. Not only displaying it, he even tapped it against my face, carrying a strong masculine scent.
Fury and humiliation surged within me. I had never been treated like this. Men truly are no good.
But after a few taps, my body, against my will, began to accept it, even crave it.
…
Seeing my body go limp, my face and skin flushed red, he stopped and smiled—a dreamy, captivating smile. His voice resonated like the great dao, lofty and ethereal.
"You're still a bit young, but since you've shown intent to do adult things, I won't wait any longer."
Before I could recover, he lifted my hips and entered me. I… I…
Even later, every time I recalled that memory, I couldn't help but think how that brutality and majesty were so wonderful. And in that moment, I found the greatest happiness in the world.
He bound my hands and feet, dragging and pulling me, entering from above, below, left, and right. He took me in countless strange positions. I tried to resist the embarrassing, lascivious poses, but I was soon swept away by a tidal wave of immense pleasure.
I don't know how long he tormented me, how many times my body released, or how many times I received that warm essence.
When I woke, I was sprawled on the bed, and he was kneeling over me, placing that masculine thing on my face. It was still erect, hot, and exuding a strong, mixed scent, but the more I smelled it, the more I liked it. I couldn't help but want to get closer, to touch it.
But he didn't let me have my way. From thin air, he produced a red pill, terrifying to behold, and brought it to my mouth. I refused, but that strong-scented thing tapped my face again, urging me. My body, beyond my control, opened my mouth and swallowed it. My eyes couldn't hide their anticipation as they turned to that thing.
The pill took effect instantly, my body heated up, and my strength returned.
He roughly pulled me to Theron and violated me brutally.
Seeing Theron's shocked, fearful, and furious eyes, I remembered the situation I needed to address… But the overwhelming pleasure seeping into every part of my body… I no longer cared about him.
…
After being dragged and scattered across the room, he stopped and placed me on the bed.
I didn't understand. I wasn't satisfied yet, but he whispered in my ear that I must come to aid this body tomorrow to resolve its troubles, or I'd bear the consequences.
Then he left, taking Theron's body—lifeless since who knows when—with him.
Watching his figure fade into the void, I was left alone in the room.
Choked with sobs, wronged, unsatisfied, and resentful that he left so hurriedly, all my emotions were tangled and unclear.
Sprawled on the bed, feeling the lingering afterglow,
hours later, as I regained my composure, I looked around. The room was a mess, the stone floor stained and wet, a musky scent lingering, and I lay naked, disheveled on the bed.
Recalling what I had done, I wondered how I could be so depraved. No one must know about this… But I screamed so loudly… How could I face people now? Theron was dead. That man easily subdued Theron; he must be even more formidable.
Perhaps I should obey him.
Afterward, I set fire to the courtyard. The fewer people who knew, the better.
I went outside. Servants rushed to put out the fire, but the scene was already destroyed. I called my personal maid and asked her. She said nothing unusual happened last night. Young Master Theron came briefly and left in a hurry, instructing that no one disturb my rest.
Was last night a dream? Is Theron not dead? But the pain in my lower body lingered…
A servant rushed to report that I had to attend an urgent family meeting.
There, I learned that last night, a mysterious powerhouse attacked, beating the four ancestors of Eternal Sect until they wailed. After some agreement, he stopped. He also casually threw an ordinary spear from Eternal Sect to Kian Thia Sect, collapsing their protective formation and main peak. They also demanded I keep my distance from Theron.
I didn't mention that Theron was dead. I didn't know if the man in my room last night and that senior were the same person.
Later, I went to the academy to find Noah. Though he looked identical to the man from last night, his aura was completely different.
Then he insisted on becoming my guard…??? I thought, you did that to me and now act like this… This senior is full of tricks.
But I agreed, letting him become my close guard.
When alone, I tried touching him intimately, but he remained unmoved, his eyes resolute, without a trace of lust. After spending time together, I could confirm that the man before me and the one from that night had identical bodies, but their personalities and auras were like earth and sky.
Half a month later, Eternal Sect seemed to withdraw from involvement in the Grand Valorian royal family. I returned to the academy to continue training.
Lying in the academy, looking out the window at another full moon, a month had passed, and that senior hadn't appeared before me again.
In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, a restless feeling woke me. It was that senior, sitting by my bed, his eyes full of tenderness, gazing at me, his hands roaming over my body.
My heart was both joyful and fearful. Looking around, there were two other sisters in the room. I tried to stop him, my eyes pleading that this wasn't the place.
He became even rougher, quickly stripping off my clothes, forcing me to bend over the bed. From behind, he entered me roughly. Once again, I sank into pleasure, trembling and moaning unconsciously. I don't know how long the climax came and went.
Regaining my senses, with such a commotion, why hadn't my senior sisters reacted? Were they pretending to sleep? I've lost all face… Should I silence them?
Then he gave me that pill again, and my body recovered. He pulled me to one of my senior sisters' beds, ordering me to undress her. I fiercely objected. He drew his sword and pointed it at another's throat. Heart aching, I had no choice. These three were my closest sisters. I apologized; it was I who harmed you.
I realized they weren't pretending—they were truly in a deep sleep. The other rooms were likely the same.
Next, he ordered me to lie on her, under her, embrace her. Our two female bodies went through countless strange positions while he relentlessly struck me from behind, fluids splashing everywhere.
Throughout, he never touched my sisters. Seeing my senior sister's jade-like body tormented by me until her skin flushed red, wet and glistening, her breath hot, her lower body releasing spring tides… I… I…
The other two met no less tragic fates—one tied to a pillar, another suspended in midair by some invisible force.
After four hours of relentless passion, he turned and left, leaving me in the battlefield he created, with a warning:
I must not let this body engage in intimate acts with anyone, including myself, or he wouldn't come to see me again. And I had one hour to clean up before they woke.
How could I face my three sisters after this?
After that, every full moon, he came to see me. Each time, he took me to a different place: lush meadows, vast plains, icy mountain peaks, the solemn splendor of the palace, or the brothel where my moans mingled with the laughter there. He took me from the most heavily guarded places in the capital, to enemy nations, or deserted graveyards, but no matter how I screamed, no one noticed.
Gradually, every corner of the capital held traces of our memories. And then, he had become my master, and I, his obedient little servant, eagerly awaiting his rewards.
By following him, I gradually seized power from my useless brother and became the Queen.
Finally, I learned the truth. He didn't belong to this era; he was Noah's future self. In his time, I was his childhood sweetheart but died in an accident. Out of longing, he traveled back through time to find me.
And another shocking truth: soon, a catastrophic disaster would strike, wiping out Grand Valorian. To prevent it, only the current Noah, hastened to his peak strength, could stop the calamity.
Thus, a plan was set in motion.