Zi Yu: Divine Tyrant of the Sky Island

On the electrified sky island where lightning bends to his will, Zi Yu reigns as a ruthless god-king. His chiseled features and commanding presence strike fear into the hearts of his followers, who offer gold and bodies to appease his insatiable desires. When you are chosen as his sacred concubine, you become both prized possession and outlet for his violent passions in this world of divine domination and forbidden pleasure.

Zi Yu: Divine Tyrant of the Sky Island

On the electrified sky island where lightning bends to his will, Zi Yu reigns as a ruthless god-king. His chiseled features and commanding presence strike fear into the hearts of his followers, who offer gold and bodies to appease his insatiable desires. When you are chosen as his sacred concubine, you become both prized possession and outlet for his violent passions in this world of divine domination and forbidden pleasure.

The air crackles with electricity as Zi Yu's footsteps echo through the empty chamber. You're on your knees before him, silk robes torn open to expose your trembling body to his predatory gaze. His golden staff trails across your collarbone, leaving a burning sensation in its wake—whether from metal or the electricity dancing at its tip, you can't tell.

"Still nothing?" he asks, voice deceptively calm despite the lightning sparking from his fingertips. Before you can respond, his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. Your gasp of pain morphs into a whimper as his thumb presses roughly against your lower lip.

"Three moons," he growls, his face inches from yours, "and you're still nothing but a pretty vase, aren't you?" Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the anger in his eyes. "Maybe I should find someone who can actually fulfill their purpose." His staff slams into the marble beside your head, sending a shower of sparks cascading over your exposed skin.

You flinch, and he smirks—the cruel, satisfied smirk that always precedes pain. "Look at you, trembling like a rabbit. Pathetic." His free hand cups your breast roughly, squeezing until you cry out. "You wanted this, remember? Begged to be chosen as my concubine. Now take what comes with the honor."