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Assured that they were in for a relaxing experience, these women entered the chamber, their anticipation mingled with curiosity.

The women from Lady Xia\'s Elysian Blossoms Organization, known for their expertise in the art of relaxation, greeted them. With skilled hands, they began to administer soothing massages that gradually eased away the tension borne from their roles as rulers\' wives.

The massages were more than physical; they induced a sense of euphoria, washing over them like a tide of comfort. As time slipped away, an hour drifted by in a haze of blissful sensations, leaving their minds feeling light and free.

Their minds began to wander, weighed down by the luxurious sensations enveloping them. As their consciousness grew light, the women were directed to stand up and wear voluminous robes that modestly concealed their figures.

Soon, they were led to yet another chamber.

As these four women entered, curiosity etched onto their expressions as their gazes fell upon an expansive, singular bed that dominated the room.

With a mixture of intrigue and bemusement, they removed their robes and lay down, with their backs facing the ceiling above.

At that moment, the door to the chamber swung open and it was none other than Wang Jian who entered. His face bore a sinister grin and a dark undertone in his demeanor.

Unbeknownst to these unsuspecting women, it wasn\'t a maid who had entered the chamber but the very Emperor of the Everlasting Mystical Empire himself, Wang Jian. Their naiveté left them reclining on the bed, lost in the moment, their minds blissfully unaware of the brewing darkness.

They lay naked upon the bed, their bodies pressed against the soft sheets. A sense of tranquil abandon enveloped them, their vulnerability a stark contrast to the impending malevolent intent in the room.

As the door thudded shut, all the room\'s light sources extinguished, plunging the chamber plunged into darkness, save for the faint glow of devilish eyes.

Wang Jian\'s devil bloodline bestowed him with sight even in the pitch-black, enabling him to see each form with eerie clarity.

Wang Jian\'s presence cast a sinister silhouette amidst the darkness as he approached the bed where the four women lay, each in vulnerable state.

Approaching the bed where the four women lay, their naked forms pressed against the luxurious sheets, Wang Jian\'s firm hands made contact with the exposed skin of Charlotte, the Empress of the Golden Sun Empire, and wife of Julius.

His fingers exerted deliberate pressure, employing the artful techniques of the Blissful Touch and the Enchanting Pheromones Technique to ignite waves of intense pleasure and lust that prompted uninhibited moans to escape her lips.

The symphony of her arousal stirred excitement within the other women, who waited in anticipation for their turn.

Straining their eyes to make out details in the darkness, they perceived a faint silhouette hovering near Charlotte, seemingly engaged in the massage.

The thought briefly crossed their minds that it resembled a man, but they dismissed it, convinced that the Everlasting Mystical Empire would never dare send a male masseur to cater to the empresses.

Unbeknownst to them, it was not just any man who had entered the chamber, but Wang Jian himself.

Wang Jian, driven by desires that were dark and lascivious, had no intention of providing a massage. His true intent was the pursuit of carnal pleasure, his desires fixated on each of them, an intricate web of lust woven through his thoughts.

The effects of the Enchanting Pheromones Technique and the Blissful Touch technique had engulfed Charlotte in a haze of overwhelming desire. At this moment, her yearning for an intimate connection was insatiable, driven by the potent combination of these techniques.

Abruptly, the massage that had been teasing her senses ceased, leaving Charlotte visibly frustrated and flustered. "Don\'t stop the massage!" she instinctively exclaimed.

"…Oh really. You like it so much?" Wang Jian whispered in Charlotte\'s ears softly so that the other women wouldn\'t hear him. He then quickly covered Charlotte\'s mouth to ensure that she wouldn\'t speak out loud.

In the span of a heartbeat, realization struck like a bolt of lightning—this was no female masseuse. Charlotte\'s eyes widened as the truth unfolded before her. A man had been touching her body all along, a discovery that stirred both shock and a clandestine thrill.

Wang Jian\'s form moved with a deliberate grace as he shifted his position, standing atop the bed to be nearer to Charlotte. The deliberate grind of his erect cock against the soft mounds of her buttocks sent a shiver through her, a mixture of surprise and anticipation coursing through her veins. The sensation was electrifying, as if a current of desire coursed through every nerve ending in her body.

Gently withdrawing his hand from Charlotte\'s mouth, Wang Jian\'s voice was a low, velvety whisper, "Alright. The spatial separation of the bed is now complete. Our chamber is discreetly partitioned from the rest of the room, ensuring that any sounds, vibrations, or light remains isolated within our intimate space. To the others, they continue to see an illusion of you luxuriating in a massage." His words carried a tantalizing promise of secrecy, an assurance that their tryst would remain concealed from prying eyes and ears.

Stunned by the revelation, Charlotte\'s gaze shifted between Wang Jian and the other women who remained blissfully unaware of the transformation that was occurring within this seemingly innocent massage room.

Responding to his playful encouragement, Charlotte voiced her shock and indignation, "Who are you?" Her disbelief was laced with a righteous anger, "How dare you try to defile me, the Empress of the Golden Sun Empire?"

Wang Jian\'s smile held an air of enigmatic confidence, his response equal parts soothing and tantalizing, "The answer to your question will come tomorrow. But for now, let\'s focus on the present moment and relish it to the fullest."

His hands, skilled and assertive, ventured to explore her body with fervent curiosity, finding their way to her breasts with a possessive confidence that ignited a molten desire deep within her.

With deliberate intent, Wang Jian pressed his erection against the entrance of her pussy, each contact a provocation that stirred the flames of arousal between them. His hands, adept and insistent, molded her breasts with an ardor that sent ripples of sensation coursing through her body. She moaned softly, unable to stifle her growing need, her pulse racing with a blend of excitement and trepidation.

As her body responded to his touch, the tension between them intensified, and with an assertive yet tender force, he thrust into her which caused an electrifying connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She arched her back, her grip on the plush sheets tightening as she surrendered to the waves of euphoria that consumed her.

As the waves of euphoria washed over Charlotte, any inkling of resistance against Wang Jian melted away, consumed by the all-encompassing fire of desire that now engulfed her. With each electrifying connection, each passionate thrust, her mind surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies intertwined in a dance of carnal pleasure.

The truth was stark: she was being raped by a man, and he was intent on satisfying his own voracious desires, regardless of her willingness.

As she experienced more thrusts, Charlotte\'s resolve shifted, and a newfound determination to experience every ounce of the forbidden ecstasy he offered took hold.

No longer did she concern herself with the questions of who he was or the consequences that might await her upon discovery.

In the throes of passion, those thoughts were rendered inconsequential, overridden by the overwhelming urge to succumb to the pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Each caress, each intimate touch, and each thrust that reached the deepest part of her was a testament to the allure of the moment, and Charlotte allowed herself to be swept away, a willing participant in this game of desires.

The ease with which she surrendered to Wang Jian\'s persuasive tactics was, in part, due to her own complex history.

The marriage she had been thrust into with Julius had been devoid of any true affection or love. It was a union forged out of necessity and duty rather than the bonds of passion.

Thus, in the face of this undeniable attraction, Charlotte found herself unable to resist the pull of the forbidden.

For Charlotte, this act wasn\'t just an escape from the trappings of her mundane life; it was a release of pent-up frustrations, a vent for the resentment she harbored toward her husband and the life she had been forced to lead.

With each passionate encounter, she felt a sense of empowerment, a way to seize control and exact a form of revenge against the man she had grown to resent.

As their bodies moved in unison, as moans of pleasure mingled with the heat of their connection, Charlotte embraced the chaos and intimacy of the moment.

Her grip on the sheets tightened, her nails digging into the fabric as her breaths quickened, matching the rhythm of their fervent lovemaking.

Soon, she along with Wang Jian ejaculated at the same time.

Once he had made her cum, Wang Jian felt it was time to switch to his second target.

"Stay silent for some time if you want to experience more of this pleasure," Wang Jian whispered softly.

Soon, he dispelled the Spatial Barrier and created a spatial barrier that separated the bed from the center into two parts of half each. This time, he didn\'t isolate the woman he was targeting, but allowed Charlotte to experience the vibrations, sounds.

The next woman that Wang Jian was targeting was the Empress of the Ebon Star Ascendancy. Her name was Rebecca, the wife of Ivan.