The Pleasure Pavilion was, of course, not established to provide prostitution for the disciples of the sect.
The Sacred Heart Sword Sect was known as one of the great righteous sects, and lewd practices such as flesh-selling had no place within its hallowed grounds.
Instead, the pavilion had been carefully designed to cater to the body and spirit in other, more refined ways.
Here, disciples could indulge in a wide variety of relaxing services.
The pavilion boasted soothing massages from attendants trained in both dicine and ridian knowledge, herbal baths infused with rare spirit blossoms, tea ceremonies that sharpened the mind, and musical performances designed to harmonize one’s qi flow.
For those who simply sought to unwind, there were comfortable lounges filled with rare wines and delicacies, dishes cooked by master chefs whose skills were said to rival the kitchens of royal palaces.
n and won alike frequented this place, and in ti it had beco one of the most popular establishnts in the entire sect.
Still, its prices were infamous—everything here was expensive.
A single tea session could cost what a junior disciple made in a month.
This exclusivity only enhanced the aura of prestige surrounding the pavilion, making it a place only the strong, wealthy, or well-connected could truly enjoy.
As Riley and his wives entered, the atmosphere shifted.
Conversations quieted, eyes turned, and a wave of recognition spread through the crowd.
Even in a sect filled with geniuses and proud talents, Riley stood apart.
His reputation alone commanded attention, and his striking appearance, combined with the presence of his wives—each beautiful enough to draw eyes on their own—made it impossible for anyone not to notice their arrival.
Almost imdiately, an exceedingly beautiful woman approached, clearly one of the pavilion’s highest-ranked attendants.
Every step she took radiated grace; her sleeves trailed like flowing clouds, her posture was dignified, and her smile perfectly balanced warmth with professionalism.
She bowed deeply, the embroidery of lotus petals shimring on her robes as the light struck them.
"Welco to our Pleasure Pavilion, Senior Disciple Riley," she said in a honeyed voice, her tone carrying just the right note of reverence without losing refinent.
"You honor our establishnt with your presence. Please, tell your desires, and I shall see to it that they are fulfilled to the utmost of our ability."
It was clear she knew exactly who he was—everyone in the sect did.
Riley chuckled lightly, his lips curving into that confident grin of his.
His gaze lingered on the woman, bold and unashad, and it was clear he was openly appreciating her beauty.
His wives noticed, but rather than bristling, they exchanged faint, knowing smiles.
They had long grown accustod to Riley’s fearless way of living, and in truth, they even enjoyed the attention their man attracted, for it reminded them of the prize they themselves had already claid.
"Well, that’s easy," Riley replied, his voice carrying with effortless authority. "We only want the best you’ve got."
The attendant’s eyes brightened as she straightened. With another respectful bow, she gestured for them to follow.
"This way, Senior Disciple. A private chamber has already been prepared for you. Please, allow us to serve you to the fullest of our abilities."
As Riley and his wives followed her through the pavilion, many pairs of eyes tracked their movent.
So disciples watched with envy, others with admiration, and a few with awe.
Whispers rose in the background—quiet comnts about Riley’s lack of strength, his daring, and the fortune of the won at his side.
So muttered jealously about how he always seed to command the very best life had to offer.
The group was led deeper into the pavilion, past richly decorated halls filled with the scent of sandalwood and incense.
Silken curtains swayed lightly with the breeze, faint music drifted from a distant chamber where zithers were being played, and everywhere attendants moved gracefully, their presence adding to the dreamlike aura of the place.
Finally, they arrived at a lavish private room reserved only for the sect’s most prestigious guests.
A low table made from spiritual jade was set at the center, surrounded by plush cushions.
Crystals embedded in the walls shimred with a soft glow, casting the chamber in gentle light.
The air was warm, fragrant, and tranquil.
Riley glanced around the room, nodding in satisfaction, then settled himself casually at the head of the table.
His wives sat close on either side, and the beautiful attendant bowed once more.
"Please relax, Senior Disciple. Your food, wine, and attendants will arrive shortly."
Riley smirked, stretching an arm along the backrest as if he owned the place. "Good. Don’t disappoint ."
The attendant’s smile never faltered, though her eyes sparkled faintly with curiosity at his boldness.
And so Riley and his wives ate to their hearts’ content, delighting in the delicacies of the pavilion.
The dishes were masterfully prepared with spirit herbs and rare ingredients, each one nourishing the body and teasing the taste buds.
"I’m full, Riley. I don’t think I can eat another bite," Juliet sighed as she leaned back, patting her stomach.
She ant her words in earnest—but that was before the next round of food arrived.
Steaming plates were placed before them, and the scent alone was irresistible.
Sweet, savory, and intoxicating aromas filled the air, awakening a new hunger inside her.
Juliet’s eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, completely betraying her earlier claim.
"On second thought... I guess I do have a little more room," she admitted, already reaching out with her chopsticks.
Riley laughed heartily, his voice warm and teasing. "That’s my Juliet. Always ready for more when it looks too good to resist."
Aurora and Edith exchanged knowing smiles, shaking their heads with amusent as they too dug into the food.
Their laughter mingled with the soft music that floated in the background, creating a mont of warmth and intimacy that lingered long after the plates were cleared.
Afterwards, they were guided to the massage chambers.
Skilled attendants used fragrant oils to soothe their muscles, pressing along ridians and releasing every knot of tension.
The room filled with sighs of relief and soft giggles as even Riley, so used to the weight of battle and cultivation, allowed himself to relax under the expert touch.
But that was rely a prelude.
The true highlight ca when they were brought to a private suite at the far end of the pavilion.
When the doors opened, all three wives gasped.
"Wow! This place is huge, Riley!" Edith exclaid in awe.
The room was vast, but its size wasn’t what caught their attention—it was the walls.
Every surface was covered in enormous mirrors, polished so flawlessly they reflected the chamber from every angle.
The ceiling too was mirrored, creating an endless cascade of reflections that stretched above them like a dream.
And at the very center stood an enormous silk-covered bed, so luxurious it shimred like liquid moonlight.
Aurora’s cheeks flushed instantly as her wide eyes took in their multiplied reflections.
Edith brought a hand to her lips, half hiding her nervous smile.
Juliet, bolder than the rest, smirked mischievously and turned slowly, watching herself from every side.
"It feels... strange," Aurora whispered softly. "Like there’s dozens of us watching."
"That’s the point," Riley chuckled, his voice low and full of amusent.
He stepped into the center of the room, his tall figure reflected endlessly.
"Every glance, every touch, every sound—we’ll see it all. No secrets. No hiding."
The three wives felt their hearts quicken at his words.
The mirrored walls seed to amplify their vulnerability, forcing them to confront every part of themselves—their beauty, their desire, their shaless longing for the man standing before them.
"Ti to use up all that energy from the delicious food we’ve eaten," Riley said with a grin, his presence filling the chamber.
He moved swiftly, scooping Juliet into his arms. She squealed, her laughter bouncing off the mirrors as he carried her to the bed.
"Riley!" she cried, half laughing, half aroused.
The sight of themselves reflected endlessly stirred sothing primal.
Juliet clung to him, watching her own flushed face in the mirrors as Riley’s lips found her neck.
Aurora and Edith stood frozen for a mont, srized by the sight, their reflections showing their every breathless reaction.
"Ohhh..." Aurora gasped as Riley extended a hand, pulling her in next.
Her figure, so graceful and shy, looked almost like a goddess in the reflections.
Seeing herself from every direction, she trembled, her body heating under his touch.
"Yes..." Juliet moaned as Riley’s hands explored her curves, her voice echoing, multiplied by the mirrored chamber.
Edith, unable to resist, finally climbed onto the bed too.
The three wives pressed close to Riley, their figures entwined, their beauty amplified endlessly by the countless reflections.
Every motion—every kiss, every touch, every arch of their bodies—was multiplied around them, surrounding them in an ocean of passion.
The room seed to breathe with them, mirrors capturing their ecstasy, until it felt as if the entire world existed only to bear witness to their union.
That night, Aurora, Edith, and Juliet discovered a whole new depth of intimacy—not just with Riley, but with themselves.
For in the mirrored chamber, there was no modesty, no concealnt.
Only truth, raw desire, and the endless reflections of their passion with the man they all loved.
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