Ren knelt on the cold, polished floor, his heart pounding like a war drum. The air was still thick with the scent of incense and smoke from the pipes the women were puffing on.

He glared at Lan Xue feeling a surge of anger bubbling up inside him like boiling lava. But as he scanned the room—the dim lights, the guards at the doors, the two other powerful women lounging on silk cushions, he knew he was in grave danger. One wrong move, and he might not walk out alive.

"Fuck! What do I do? What do I do?" Ren thought to himself, as he kept looking everywhere for a exit.

Lan Xue rose gracefully from her seat, her posture shouting this woman is powerful. She waved off the young man who had been dancing provocatively close to her, his hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm as he was dry humping Xue's shoulder. "Enough," she said dismissively, her voice stern.

The dancer bowed and scurried away, leaving her path clear. She sauntered toward Ren, her eyes locked on his with a predatory gleam.

Ren could easily tell all these men were under the effect of some drug because all of them had bulges that didn't die down and their eyes looked like they were intoxicated.

"Do you know why the Lan family is feared throughout the entire country, brother-in-law?" she asked, her tone casual, as if discussing the weather. Ren held her gaze, his jaw clenched tight, but he didn't respond. He wasn't listening to a single word. His mind raced, eyes darting around the room for any escape route.

The windows were barred with intricate ironwork, disguised as drapes. The doors were flanked by strong women in dark uniforms, their hands resting on weapons. A nearby table held ornate vases—could he smash one for a shard? But Ren knew even if he surprise attack one person others would instantly end him.

And revealing his hidden powers? That would be suicide. He didn't know what these three could do, but as a Lan daughter, Xue's strength was no joke. It had to be monstrous.

Watching from their elevated seats were the other two powerhouses: Madam Huo from the Merchant Union, her fingers adorned with rings that screamed wealth, known for her iron grip on trade routes and the flow of gold that could bankrupt most industries.

Beside her sat Lady Qian, a shadowy figure from the underworld, her face half-hidden in the haze of pipe smoke, pulling strings in the dark alleys where laws didn't reach. They observed the scene with amused detachment, like queens at a gladiatorial show, as Ren knelt and Xue drew closer, her pipe dangling from her lips.

Xue continued her monologue, her voice dripping with arrogance. "The Lan family controls more than just land and money. We weave fear into the very fabric of society. Political people tremble at our name, merchants pay tribute without question, and even the shadows bow to us." But Ren tuned her out completely.

He wasn't intreseted in her boasting about Lan family, he just wanted to leave this place.

She stopped inches from him, leaning down so her breath brushed his face. "You really outdid yourself, Ren Arakawa," she muttered, her eyes narrowing. "You refused the Lan family's generous offer and had the balls to argue with me back at the estate. A man should know his place." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "And I'm here to teach you that."

Before Ren could react, her hand shot out like a viper, grabbing the collar of his shirt. With a vicious yank, she tore it open, the fabric ripping like paper under her extraordinary strength. Buttons flew across the room, clattering on the floor. Ren's chest was exposed, his toned muscles heaving with restrained fury.

Xue's eyes lit up with a perverted, satisfied grin. "Now look at you," she purred, her fingers trailing slowly over his bare skin and circling around his nipple, tracing the lines of his abs and pectorals. "You look like the man you were supposed to be—submissive, exposed, ready to serve."

From her seat, Lady Qian chuckled, her voice husky from years in the smoke-filled dens of the underworld. "It's such a waste to sell him off," she said, eyeing Ren appreciatively. "Really hard to find a fine specimen like this these days. Tall, strong, with that defiant spark in his eyes. Mmm, breaks my heart to think of him in some auction when he should be squishing his face under my pussy."

Madam Huo, ever the pragmatist, puffed on her pipe and waved a bejeweled hand. "Coins are always greater than any man. We could fetch a fortune for him. Think of the trade deals we'd seal with that gold—new routes opened, rivals crushed. Beauty fades, but wealth endures."

Xue paused her exploration of Ren's chest, turning her head toward Qian with a smirk. "Sell an arrogant bastard like him? And risk our reputation? No, that won't do. If word gets out that a man defied the Lan family and walked away unscathed, we'd look weak." She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Why don't we train this dog ourselves? A few months under our... guidance, and he'll become the most obedient pet imaginable. Begging for scraps, wagging his tail at our commands."

Qian's face lit up like a lantern in the dark. "That's a brilliant idea, Lady Xue. Break him down, build him back up as our loyal hound." She leaned forward, her voice rising with excitement. "Take his pants off! Let's see the full package. No point in half-measures."

Ren's blood ran cold, but he kept his expression neutral, his mind screaming for an out. Xue didn't hesitate. Her hands moved to his waistband, and with another display of her inhuman strength, she gripped and pulled. The pants shredded like wet cloth, tearing away to reveal his bare legs and his soft penis dangling between them. The room fell silent for a beat, then gasps echoed.

All three women stared, their eyes widening in unison. "Is he... hard already?" Madam Huo whispered, leaning closer for a better look. "That's the biggest I've ever seen on a man. Goddess, it's monstrous even like this."

Lady Qian fanned herself with her pipe hand. "No kidding. If that's soft, I shudder to think what it looks like aroused. We've hit the jackpot here."

Xue reached out, grabbing Ren's face roughly, her nails digging into his cheeks. "So you're not just an arrogant man," she muttered, her breath hot against his ear. "You're a pervert too. Getting excited in a situation like this? Now I'm starting to get jealous of my sister. She almost had you as her plaything."

She released his face and boldly grabbed his penis, squeezing gently. It was soft, pliable under her touch—no sign of arousal. Her eyes went wide with realization. "Wait... it's not hard? This size, and it's flaccid?" She stepped back slightly, a mix of shock and intrigue on her face.

Ren gritted his teeth, focusing every ounce of willpower on not reacting. He thought of the most non-arousing things imaginable: rotting fruit in the market, the stench of sewers, old underwear of elderly women. Anything to keep his body in check. He couldn't give them the satisfaction.

Xue's surprise turned to a sly grin. "Well, well. Maybe we don't even have to train this pervert from scratch." She shouted over her shoulder, "Bring it!"

A woman in servant attire came running, her footsteps echoing hurriedly. In her hands was a small case, which she opened to reveal a gleaming syringe filled with a clear liquid. Madam Huo and Lady Qian exchanged confused glances.

"What's this now?" Huo asked, her brow furrowing. "Won't it be fun to naturally break him, Xue?"

Lady Qian tilted her head. "We don't really have time for that do we? I'm sure when I fuck him two or four times I will get tired of him like I always do."

Xue took the syringe, her eyes never leaving Ren. "I want to ruin this man both inside and out," she muttered to herself, then louder for the room. "This, ladies, is Testone. A special serum that drives males into a frenzy of horniness. Makes them ache with need, their bodies betraying them completely. Let's see what you're really made of, Ren Arakawa."

Ren's eyes widened in terror. "What the hell is that? Get away from me!" He struggled, thrashing against the two women who had dragged him in earlier. They held him firm, their grips like iron vices, pinning his arms behind his back. "No! Stop!"

Xue approached with a cruel smile. "Struggle all you want. It only makes this sweeter." She jabbed the needle into his arm, depressing the plunger. The liquid burned as it entered his veins. "There we go. Now, let's watch the show."

At first, nothing. Then, a wave of heat crashed over Ren like a furnace blast. His skin flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. His vision blurred, the room spinning in hazy colors. His heart raced, and a deep, insistent ache built in his groin. He felt his penis twitch, then swell, growing harder and larger by the second to the point it started to show veins that didn't even exist before.

Xue jumped back in genuine surprise. "What... what is this?" she stammered.

Lady Qian and Madam Huo shot up from their seats, their pipes forgotten. "By the goddess," Qian breathed, her eyes as wide as saucers. "It's enormous! That's no man's thing—it's a beast!"

Huo nodded, transfixed. "I've seen stallions less endowed. How is this possible?"

Ren groaned, collapsing to the floor as the two women released him. He clutched his stomach, pain mingling with the overwhelming arousal. His erection throbbed, standing proud and massive, veins pulsing. It hurt, but the heat demanded release. He curled up, fighting the urges flooding his mind.

Xue's shock melted into a faint, triumphant smile. "We struck a goldmine," she muttered, her voice laced with greed. To herself, she added, "It won't hurt to get a little taste right now, will it?" She stepped closer, her hand extended toward his throbbing member, fingers inching forward with eager anticipation.

Ren's mind screamed through the haze. He had to escape, had to fight this. But the Testone coursed through him, turning his body into a traitor. "You... won't break me," he gasped, his voice weak but defiant.

Xue laughed softly. "Oh, but we will. And you'll beg for more by the end." Her fingers brushed his skin, sending electric shocks through him.

Lady Qian clapped her hands. "This is going to be fun. Shall we start the training now?"

Madam Huo smirked. "Indeed. Maybe coins can wait."

The room filled with their laughter, echoing off the walls as Ren lay there, trapped in a nightmare of fire and desire.

"Fuck! This...is...someone...help," Ren muttered those last words, as his blurry eyes noticed Xue, Huo and Qian all three walking toward him their faces deocrated with perverted smiles and desire to ruin him both inside and out.