Shattering Will and the Cult's Ultimatum
On the third night in the Demonic Cult that shares even a single bean, Tang Xiaoxiao's body shook as some unknown man fed her a soft, mashed lump of meat through her mouth. Nauseous as she was, her survival instinct made her crave more, claiming it was delicious, her throat bobbing in trembling desperation. Revenge or whatever—didn't she have to live first to make it happen?
Gulp! Gulp! But against her firm resolve, the thick night-bloom scent teasing her nose and the man's hot semen warming her lower belly scattered her rage like mist. 'Ah, no... don't.' Clenching her eyelids tighter to hold onto the fading candle flame, her fury reignited. Gripping her powerless fists in her mind, Tang Xiaoxiao endured yet another night of a hundred cocks and loads of cum, tears soaking her pillow.
Day 10? "Haaang! Hak! Haak!" Maybe annoyed at feeding her, the man freed her mouth, but while her tongue wouldn't move, her lips let out excited moans against her will. As the hard wooden stick mercilessly plunged her pussy, her pleasure moans faded, replaced by cries of pain. 'P-please.'
In just ten days, she'd taken over a thousand men. Her body grew hypersensitive with each fuck, heating up like a whore's, opening her eyes to lewdness. Revenge against her rapists? Long gone—she was starting to enjoy this hell in her own twisted way. The real problem was the woman who always showed up at the end, tormenting her. Was it some grudge? She'd cackle maniacally while scraping cum from her pussy with that stick, pinching and abusing her ultra-sensitive clit, reducing her to misery.
Unlike the males treating her like a bitch in heat to breed, this woman's gaze saw her as an inhuman toy. That stare and laughter crawled over her skin like bugs, raising primal terror screaming in her head. "Aaaak! Ah! Ah!" Sizzle! As her clit suffered again, piss shot from her lower body unbidden, her mind blacking out in shame and sorrow.
Day 21. "Ah... Ah. Uh..." A horse's neigh in her ear, a cock unlike any human's. Amid flashing visions and scorching pleasure filling every inch of her body, Tang Xiaoxiao drooled from her gaping mouth, thoughts grinding to a halt. Yesterday it was a dog's bark, the day before a pig's squeal. But cocks? Horses were best. Giggling deliriously, she clenched her pussy with all her might to show the Tang Clan's prowess to the stallion.
But that lasted only moments. The brutal thrusts piercing her womb shattered her pain-filled screams, melting her last scraps of hope and rage like snow. "Ahhha..." Horses really are the best... Her uncontrolled lower body betrayed her, squirting filth in affection for the stud. Slowly, the candle of her will to live flickered out.
First Time (One-Time Only): Deprived an NPC of their will to live. +2000 Points Acquired.
"Yes!" The message window popped up with a massive point haul, making my balls tingle. Looking down, Tang Xiaoxiao lay there, drooling spit and cum from her stuffed pussy. 'Heh heh. What a dutiful daughter.'
She'd held out a whole month, but spiking her with hallucinogens and staging bestiality finally unlocked the achievement. The cow mooing in my ear now proved it. Blind in darkness, living cock after cock and cum-soaked days—she'd crack like that. Imagining myself in her shoes gave me chills. 'Lost the will to live... Easier than expected.'
Squelch. Squelch. Thrusting again, no oddities in the achievement details. 'Probably only for major NPCs? Heroines or player ones...'
Made sense. The world's stars had to fall into depravity and despair for it to count as a real achievement. I kneaded her jiggling tits like dough and pulled up my character window. 'Earned cash? Time to spend.'
Obvious where to spend. Exactly 2000 points—I bumped all stats to 70, then poured 80 into mana. Surging power and crashing insights hit my brain, ecstasy leaking cum from my buried cock. "Huff! Huff!" Over in a flash, but that must be the enlightenment high when breaking through to Superb via training. For me, instant with points; for martial artists, endless contemplation.
'Fuck if I know. Now an A-Rank Hunter. Shit. Heh heh.' All I'd done was indulge dark fantasies via Tang Xiaoxiao and whisper sweet nothings to the wife, yet A-Rank. Her pussy felt like a lucky charm now, adorable. 'Grateful? Show it.'
Splat! Thud! Thud! Bet she saw my hip thrusts as gratitude too. Gurgle! Splurt! Amid the filthy sex sounds, the recorder by her side blared endless cow moos.
"Hm?"
"Hoo..."
"Just as the Sovereign said."
Passing the grand hall to the designated spot, elders' gazes stabbed me. Same as at Mudang Sect—like staring at a monster from another world. Meanwhile, Dokgo Hwaryeon hooked her arm in mine, openly affectionate now. Just 23. Crushing Superb at 27-28? Her talent was untouchable. Geom-ma's greedy eyes? Natural.
'Fucking Geom-ma's daughter's pussy soon.' But with Manifest Realm experts here, I played it cool. Glancing up, Cheonma lounged at the head seat. No teleport bullshit...
"You... a monster."
"Words from a Manifest Realm master?"
"No, pure admiration. I've seen many martial talents, swore none after the Young Leader... but this."
"My son-in-law's gifted—look favorably."
"Exactly why you're alive."
Chill ran down my spine from the breeze on my neck. "Father..."
"Yes, yes. No worries. Raising daughters is pointless. Tsk." Dokgo Hwaryeon glaring, calling him father for once. Her way of defending family—me. 'Sis cute today. Gotta pamper her.'
After the old fucks' leering scan, unlike usual, the Demon Commanders' report began. Avoiding my eyes now at Superb? No need to shave beards. "Our operations captured 100 late-stage disciples in the Brain Prison. Sovereign, their vigilance is tight now—further plans impossible."
While fucking around with Tang Xiaoxiao, they'd nabbed a ton. "100... Fine. Formally declare war on the Murim Alliance."
"Yes, Sovereign."
"Vice Military Officer."
"Yes."
"As requested, the 100 late-stage disciples' handling is yours. Any other thoughts?" Cool guy, Cheonma.
"Hm... With time left, let the forces nourish themselves with some disciples first."
"Nourish?"
"You've toiled escorting them—reward each unit with a few righteous women. I only need 100; culling extras ain't bad."
Elders' faces softened. A third of captives were women—safe to fuck, well-bred. Simmering complaints eased by sharing the loot, grins ear-to-ear. 'Old geezers still got it.'
Minus Tang Xiaoxiao and Seol Hwarin, worthless NPCs. Side characters at best, but achievements and cult popularity mattered—generosity wise here. "Oh! For pervs, I'll accommodate specially."
Eyes gleaming. 'Fuck. Gwang-ma's gay...'
Brushing goosebumps, Cheonma spoke. "You... truly Sapa material?"
What bullshit? "Told you—Sapa body."
"Hah..." Like, what kind of freak?
'Ah, Cheonma heard about Tang Xiaoxiao?' Knowing glance. "Anyway, post-meeting, send reps one by one for handover."
"Ahem."
"Vice Military Officer's sharp."
"Military stock."
Demon Commanders sweating. Bastards... skimped rewards like this. 'Karma's a bitch.'
Tsk-tsking with me, that day 30 of 100 prisoners became official cult cumdumps. And the Murim Alliance received a missive.
We hold approximately 100 late-stage disciples captive. The Righteous Murim Alliance shall surrender all ransom in full to Cheonma Singyo.