Chapter 172
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 172
Chapter Title: The Post-Tournament Orgy
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As I pulled my massive cock out of No. 892's pussy hole, my pure white semen—which hadn't fully made it into her womb—gushed out from her hugely stretched opening like it was vomiting, bubbling over.
She was young, and a virgin just moments ago, so her pussy walls and folds had exceptional muscle recovery. The hole that had been so wide quickly tightened, forcing out even more of that milky fluid from her pink inner flesh.
"Hoo... No. 892 was delicious. Good. Next."
"...Gulp. I'll go. I'm a virgin too. Please be good to me."
"Is there a non-virgin girl here?"
"...Who knows?"
With those meaningful words and an enigmatic smile, I took the pretty girl's virginity.
And after devouring all fifteen girls I'd dragged over, I finally understood why she'd said that.
"...Out of fifteen, eight weren't virgins. ...Wasn't there a celibacy order? Weren't you all forbidden from sex, I mean, from intercourse?"
"...Hngh, ngh... As, as long as you avoid the instructors' eyes... we all do it to some extent... if we click..."
"Haahng... haang...♡ The instructors themselves fucked me a ton from the start, so what... Heng, there, right there, thrust deeper...!"
"What?! Those instructor bastards have been fucking the trainees' pussies...?!"
"Heung, ngh, yeah... yeah... The instructors poke every pretty girl at least once... Haeng."
"I see. Fuck, those instructor bastards... Should I just kill them all...?"
What pieces of shit. I'd wanted all fifteen to be virgin pussies...!
Unless they were total prudes, uninterested in sex, valued their purity highly, or just didn't like the guys who approached them, all of them had some sexual experience.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult clearly imposed a celibacy order on trainees until they came of age today—no intercourse, not even alcohol or good food properly.
'Still, thanks to the celibacy order, about half of the top 1% beauties managed to stay virgins? Even the instructors are men with dicks, so they couldn't resist the pretty girls.'
"Haahng...♡ Not all of them, though. Just a few instructors. Heng... Especially, hng, Instructor Jang, you know? Jang Jeong-cheol. He took three virgins from here... Heung. Haang."
'Jang Jeong-cheol? Hmm, that name rings a bell... Oh, digging through this guy's memories, he's already dead by my hand?'
I couldn't kill him again since he was already dead.
It pissed me off.
"Haang, speaking of which, where'd Instructor Jang go? ...Heng... This morning, it seemed like he wanted to play with me and a few girls... Haang, aahng."
"Yeah, heng, he was tempting me, you, No. 69, and two others to play... Hng, but he didn't show, so I came with No. 1999 instead..."
Thinking about it, I'd killed him at the perfect time.
If I hadn't gotten him up on that mountain... I couldn't have killed him here under everyone's eyes.
Then he'd have snatched a few of the girls I wanted to fuck.
That thought made me glad I'd killed that bastard so thoroughly up on the mountain.
I kept thrusting my cock into the pussies of the girls still conscious, then used my self-named Dick 3-Combo (aphrodisiac & drug, pussy-custom conversion, vibration) to knock them out with orgasms and filled them with creampies to impregnate them.
After cumming inside all fifteen three times each and passing them out from continuous pleasure peaks, I decided against sticking only to these girls—I'd fuck others too.
The ones collapsed at my feet were top 1% beauties... but I wanted the top 10%.
And right now, half of them had a good chance of being virgins.
Once today—the day the celibacy order lifted—passed, I doubted even half of half would remain virgins.
It was the kind of atmosphere where girls who'd bottled up their lust deep inside would spread their legs wide.
Plus, it was a day to drink as much as you wanted...
Like the vibe during a massive national event, say the World Cup?
The girls all hyped up and excited, pussies wide open, the kind of feel where next year there'd be a baby boom...
Anyway, I went around hunting virgin girls.
Leaving the secluded bushes, I headed to the wide training grounds, where most trainees were still munching on snacks, drinking, cracking jokes, and chatting.
Starting a sex orgy party right after the life-or-death matches like I did was pretty unusual.
So I picked up several top 10% beauties and dragged them along.
10% of 1,500... meant I was hogging about 150 girls.
"Hey, No. 1999. Isn't this a bit much?"
"What? Jealous? Come at me then."
"...Tch."
Some guys protested, but when I flashed my ultimate weapon and said, "Jealous? You know what to do," they all backed off.
As expected of the king of all diseases, the total firearm.
It erased dissatisfaction and taught manners even to the rude.
Most of the guys with dicks clicked their tongues and glared at my antics.
I guess banging 150 girls solo soured their moods.
A few instructors shot me dirty looks too.
Because I'd boldly stolen pretty girls they were working on.
Didn't the instructors fight back?
Nope.
Even I was thinking, '...Why aren't they coming at me? I was ready to kill them if they did...' when the girls beside me explained.
"If an instructor loses to a trainee, it's humiliating. Their instructor career ends that day. Word spreads to the next graduating class—they couldn't show their faces."
From the perspective of mostly peak or first-rate instructors, they had no confidence in fully beating my unique weapon and techniques, so they gave up.
If they lost to some hidden trump card of mine, they'd lose too much, so no challenge.
"No. 1999, you said in the matches you were hiding 30% of your power, so that's why. How do you challenge someone hiding 30% more than what they showed?"
"Hoo... That's how you interpreted it."
"Huh...? What...? Don't tell me you didn't hide 30% and showed everything?"
"Hm? No, of course I hid it."
I had plenty of weapons in my subspace that made a silenced Glock look like nothing.
Weapons with firepower no pistol could match.
Just pulling out SMGs, ARs, or shotguns...
'Hmm, shotguns would be especially effective. Dual-wielding sword-off shotguns, blasting buckshot with twin shotgun drills... Yeah, maybe set dual sword-off shotguns as the first secret ultimate technique of the Heavenly Demon Death Formation.'
After zoning out for a bit, I started fucking the 150 girls I'd brought one by one.
With so many, I pistoned my cock hard into one pussy while sandwiching girls on both sides, fingering their pussies with both hands.
"Heung...♡ No. 1999's meat rod is so thick, I love it...♡"
"Haeng, finger me deeper...♡ Haang, hoeng...♡"
I kept pistoning non-stop from nearly all day until the next dawn.
A normal guy would've collapsed from exhaustion, and the girls couldn't have formed a harem orgy around me.
But my stamina was infinite, and the Dick 3-Combo invincible.
In the end, I completely broke the girls' minds.
"I can't stop thinking about your cock since earlier...♡ Heng, what's wrong with me...? Am I falling in love?"
"Haang, your huge cock fits my pussy so perfectly...♡ Heung, so thick it reaches my womb, hng, our bodies are such a great match...♡"
"Vibrating meat rod...♡ I'm cumming buckets, hoook...♡ ...I'm losing it, haang...♡ This is even more amazing than that magic-like martial art you showed in the life-or-death matches...! Oooook...!"
Aphrodisiac & drug cock, pussy-custom conversion cock, vibration cock.
This 3-Combo made every girl who tasted it obsessed, driven mad for my dick.
But a few girls praised for their sharp intuition said weird things to me.
"Heng, hngh... Hey, you, No. 1999. ...Ngh... Did you use aphrodisiacs and drugs on me...? Heng, this feels weird... Haang...♡"
"Hm? Me?"
"Ngh... No? Heng... Then it won't matter if I circulate my qi to expel it all...? Ngh, I thought you used it to set the mood on purpose. Haeng...♡ I like fucking on aphrodisiacs, hng...♡ ...You really didn't use any?"
"Nope."
"Hmm... Just my imagination then... Heng, ngh... This is so potent, hng, it'll probably take two weeks to a month of daily qi circulation and rest to flush it out... Haang...♡ Way stronger than the aphrodisiac that instructor used when he invited me to play last time, heung...♡"