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My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 83 Moon
"Young Master Riley, please heal me too!"
"Me too!"
"I was here first!"
A group of breathtakingly beautiful women crowded around Riley, their eyes filled with desperation and admiration.
Each one possessed a charm that could leave even the most steadfast man weak, their soft voices and delicate touches testing the limits of his self-control.
They pressed in close, their flawless skin glowing under the light, their perfume lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating spell.
Despite the undeniable temptation, Riley remained composed. Though his body responded to their beauty, he steeled himself, forcing his desires into submission.
He was their healer, and he would not allow lust to cloud his duty. With steady hands and unwavering focus, he tended to their wounds, channeling his energy into their recovery rather than his own pleasure.
He treated them one by one, ensuring that each received the care they needed.
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But with every grateful smile and lingering touch, the tension within him grew.
Every appreciative glance and whispered "thank you" chipped away at his restraint.
By the time the last patient had been healed and the day had come to an end, Riley’s body burned with suppressed desire, his self-control stretched dangerously thin.
As night fell, he finally allowed himself to surrender to the passion he had held back all day. In the privacy of his chambers, he was no longer the composed healer—he was a man consumed by need.
His lovers—Katherine, Veronica, and Leia—welcomed him eagerly, their own desires mirroring his own.
Their bodies intertwined in the dim candlelight, lost in waves of pleasure that seemed endless. The air was thick with heat and longing, their moans echoing off the walls, filling the night with the sound of their ecstasy.
Their passion burned fiercely, unrelenting, their cries stretching long into the night.
And when exhaustion finally claimed them, they lay tangled in each other’s embrace, their bodies spent, their hearts still pounding from the intensity of their love.
Riley, of course, took his women separately, as they still weren’t comfortable being together in bed. This arrangement gave Eve and Ruby plenty of time to talk, especially on nights like this when Riley was busy indulging his lovers.
The two stood outside the house, bathed in moonlight, the cool night air contrasting with the heated cries that spilled from within.
The passion inside was unmistakable—moans and gasps of pleasure echoed through the stillness, a constant reminder of Riley’s prowess. But neither woman paid much attention.
Eve folded her arms, her gaze fixed on Ruby. "Why did Riley pick you of all people?" she asked bluntly.
Ruby remained composed, standing with perfect posture, her expression unreadable. "I don’t know," she replied smoothly. "Maybe Riley likes me, Mistress Eve."
Eve’s lips curled slightly in skepticism. "I doubt it’s that simple."
Despite Ruby’s deferential tone, Eve wasn’t fooled. The woman before her was no ordinary maid. There was an ease to her movements, a quiet confidence that hinted at something more.
Inside, countless women were vying for Riley’s attention. Some begged to be his maids, others went as far as offering themselves as slaves.
And yet, here was Ruby, handpicked by Riley himself, standing unbothered while other women would do anything to be in her place. It didn’t add up.
"I think you’re hiding something," Eve said, narrowing her eyes.
Ruby didn’t flinch. "No one is an open book, Mistress Eve. We all have our secrets."
Eve let out a quiet chuckle. "Exactly. And now I’m even more eager to know yours."
Without warning, she lunged forward, her fist cutting through the air in a swift, practiced strike.
"Whoosh!"
Her punch met nothing but empty space.
Before she could react, she felt it—
Tap.
A light touch on her shoulder.
Eve went rigid, her heartbeat spiking.
Ruby stood behind her now, completely unfazed. Not even out of breath.
"Careful, Mistress Eve," Ruby murmured, her voice calm and steady. "We wouldn’t want you hurting yourself."
Eve remained still, processing what had just happened. It wasn’t just speed—Ruby had evaded her attack with effortless precision. No wasted movement. No hesitation.
Her suspicions were right. Ruby was dangerous.
And now, more than ever, Eve wanted to know exactly what she was hiding.
"Ding!"
Eve disappeared in an instant, activating the untraceable Mist Walker technique. The world around her blurred as she moved, her figure a mere shadow in the air.
But as she reappeared in her new position, her eyes widened in shock—Ruby was gone.
Ruby had vanished from the spot where she had been standing, leaving Eve to wonder if she had made a mistake.
In the training field, both women had disappeared so quickly that even the sharpest eyes couldn’t track their movements.
It was as though they had merged with the very air around them. Eve’s mind raced, trying to calculate what had just happened.
The stalemate between them didn’t last for long. The tension that had built up, both physical and mental, was about to reach its breaking point.
Tap.
A light tap on her shoulder brought Eve’s movements to a halt. She froze mid-motion, her body no longer responding to her commands.
There was a moment of stunned silence before she turned to see Ruby standing there, her expression casual, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"I think that’s enough exercise for tonight, Mistress Eve. Have a good night." Ruby’s voice was soft, calm, and filled with a sense of finality.
She turned and began to walk away, leaving Eve standing there in disbelief. The realization hit her with the force of a hammer—Ruby had outpaced her, overwhelmed her, and done it all without even breaking a sweat.
Eve had always prided herself on being the strongest woman around Riley. She had spent years training, pushing herself beyond her limits to attain a level of skill that no one could rival.
But now, in the blink of an eye, she had been shown that her confidence, her assumptions, had been utterly wrong. The woman she had once underestimated was more than just a skilled fighter—Ruby had something else, something hidden, that Eve had never anticipated.
Eve stood there for several long moments, struggling to comprehend what had just transpired. Her mind buzzed with questions, and her pride took a heavy blow. She was no longer the undisputed champion in Riley’s world.
"Just who exactly are you, Ruby?" Eve asked the empty air, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt the weight of her own question, the frustration and confusion mounting.
But there was no answer, only the quiet evening air and the fading sound of Ruby’s footsteps.
Eve remained where she stood for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing. She had once thought herself untouchable, the strongest in the room, but now… now she was unsure.
What had Ruby been hiding all this time? Was there more to her than Eve had realized? The questions swirled in her mind, unanswered and unrelenting.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, Eve lowered her gaze. She knew the truth now—she was no longer the top contender.
And in that moment, Eve realized that she would have to work harder than ever before if she wanted to regain her confidence, her standing, and perhaps even her pride.
But for now, all she could do was stand in the quiet, reflecting on the lesson she had just learned—the lesson that strength was not always what it seemed.
***
One month had passed, and Riley’s name was now deafening across the entire Greenfield City and its neighboring regions. His reputation had grown to almost legendary proportions.
Whispers of his miraculous abilities spread like wildfire, and soon, people from all walks of life spoke of him in awe and reverence.
He was no longer just a healer; he had become known as the "Miracle Doctor," a name that carried with it promises of the impossible.
It was said that he could cure any ailment, restore lost limbs, and even regenerate body parts that were once thought irreparable.
From the simplest cuts to the most grievous injuries, there was no ailment that Riley could not heal. Some even went so far as to claim that he could revive the dead, giving rise to a new wave of hope and belief in the impossible.
More and more cultivators, drawn by the rumors, sought him out. Warriors, scholars, and even elders from various sects traveled long distances, some in desperation and others in curiosity, hoping to witness his incredible powers firsthand.
Riley welcomed them all, offering his healing with the same calm professionalism, no matter how dangerous or complex the injuries were. He healed without hesitation, without pride, and—most notably—without asking for anything in return. Continue reading at novelbuddy
The selflessness with which he worked only added to his growing mystique, cementing his status as a miracle worker among the people.
But Riley’s story didn’t end with just those who sought him for physical healing. There were tales of him helping those in emotional turmoil, offering guidance when people came to him not just with wounds but with broken hearts, minds, or spirits.
His humble nature made him a symbol of hope, of a man whose powers were not rooted in self-gain but in a deep, almost unearthly compassion.
The more people spoke of him, the more his name spread, and with it, the legends only grew.
Meanwhile, high above the city, a figure stood amidst the clouds. The winds whipped around her, and the golden light of the setting sun caught her in an almost otherworldly glow.
Her beauty was striking, radiant, and as she gazed down at the sprawling city below, there was a sense of power in her presence. She was no ordinary woman.
Her long, flowing hair shimmered as it danced in the breeze, and her eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the city below with purpose.
Finally, after a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice cutting through the air with a clarity that seemed to resonate through the heavens themselves.
"Riley Mason," she said, her tone a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "You’re not a hard man to find at all."