Conquering Jin Samwol's Forbidden Gate

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Jin Samwol's body was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soft, and her rectum gripped me tight. Her inner walls clung to my glans with a muscular elasticity.

My hands instinctively tightened on her ass cheeks. Every time I adjusted my grip, her asshole winked open and shut. It was surprisingly fun.

"I'm going all the way in."

It wasn't a request—it was a declaration. The moment the words left my mouth, I thrust my hips forward. I wanted to feel the depths of her more intimately.

The inside of Jin Samwol's rectum felt like it had a vacuum cleaner attached. My cock was sucked deeper into her hole. Once I managed to push past the glans, the rest slid in smoothly. My pubic bone kissed her ass.

"Haaaang~♥ Haang~! Haaaah~♥ ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hngggg~♬ Young Master Jong~! My head's spinning so much~♥"

Her asshole devoured my cock greedily. I had to keep my wits about me. Otherwise, I'd blow my load pathetically before fully savoring her ass.

Marking her rectum with my cum as a sign of conquest sounded fun, but she probably wouldn't want that.

'She'll definitely want it in her mouth instead.'

I gathered my focus and slowly moved my hips. Each thrust past the resistance at my glans tip sent electric pleasure shooting through me. My head was swimming.

Time to change positions. I reached forward from gripping her ass, craving her springy breasts.

"Hnggg~♬ Hnng~♪ Haaaang~!"

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Every plunge and withdrawal echoed obscenely. Jin Samwol didn't care about the sounds. She'd already bared every shame to me. The farting symphony from her ass was just her being cute.

All her focus was on her asshole. All my focus was on my cock. Our minds collided, forging intense pleasure.

"Ngh!"

I nearly came. Anal was no joke—you couldn't let your guard down.

I pulled my hips back, steadying myself. First, I wanted to cum in her mouth.

"No!"

In that instant, Jin Samwol slammed her ass backward with all her might. My cock, slipping from her rectum, returned to its origin. Like a ravenous hunter, she recaptured it with her asshole.

"J-Jin Sojeo! I want to cum."

"Haaaang~♥ Haat~! Haaaang~!"

She wasn't hearing me. Her mindless hip-shaking was sluttier than any red-light district whore. Women lost to the Power of Sex all looked like that.

'No helping it. One load in her ass first...'

I fired thick semen deep into Jin Samwol's rectum.

Spurt! Spuuurt!

Her asshole clenched my cock twice as hard. She was determined not to waste a drop. With her backdoor mouth, she drank my cum.

From a topological perspective, mouths and assholes were the same category, so was she satisfied? What a logical woman.

Jin Samwol and I fucked like that for about an hour.

Add.

Jin Samwol's asshole was pure bliss. There was no reason not to make a woman like her my slave.

Jin Samwol's stats were solid to begin with. Her title amplified all Taoist magic power, a perfect match for her Black Rock Taoist's spells. Of course, even without those stats, she was worth collecting.

Jin Samwol lay spread-eagled on the clothes I'd laid out on the floor. She hadn't fully passed out—her stamina was impressive.

She fiddled with my hand and spoke.

"That was good."

"It was good for me too."

My casual reply brought a blooming smile to her face. Her hand stroking mine was silk-soft. She really seemed like wife material.

"Young Master Jong. Could I ask one favor?"

Her soft voice echoed in the cave. Right now, I'd grant any request. Our sex had been that satisfying.

"What is it? Thirsty again?"

"No, I'm fine there. This mouth got plenty."

She patted her lower belly. I found her so adorable I gently placed my hand on it.

She'd enema'd herself with my cum. White semen oozed stickily from her asshole. She already loved anal—this might hook her even deeper.

"Then what?"

"My Dark Blood Beads.... Could you give them back? They're precious to me."

Hm...?

Not what I'd expected. How did she know?

Unexpected questions freeze the tongue. Mine did too. My usual wit failed—probably from the post-sex haze.

Where had I slipped? I retraced my steps, but nothing came to mind.

Jin Samwol smiled faintly at my silence.

"I won't get mad. I can't live without them now.... Can't even if I wanted to."

She tapped my glans as she spoke. True—she couldn't live without my cock now. All my addicted women were the same.

"How did you know?"

She gripped my cock with thumb and forefinger.

"Hmm.... Woman's intuition? Every time you fucked my insides with this, I felt it. Like, this guy's dead set on owning me completely. Maybe it was planned from the start.... That kind of thought."

Scary intuition. How'd she guess that far? Black Rock Taoist's disciple had sharp senses. Was this the same Jin Samwol I'd toyed with like a nymph stripped of her clothes?

"And there were other odd things. To confess, before entering this cave, I suspected you might be the culprit."

"Really?"

"Yes. Oh, one apology. I secretly rummaged through your bundle. Sorry."

She apologized straightforwardly.

"No beads inside. So I thought it wasn't you.... But maybe you hid them elsewhere. Or something small like beads could be on your body somewhere...."

Her eyes scanned me, lingering on my ass.

"Honestly, I thought inside there too, but no."

"Ah! So that's why you rimmed me?"

"Halfway. But it was sincere too. Tastes good here."

She slithered toward me tongue-first like a snake.

"Want another go?"

"N-No, it's fine. Later."

I sighed and pulled the Dark Blood Beads from my inventory. She clapped happily.

"Knew it! You had them. What's that amazing power? You learned Taoist magic too? I couldn't even learn that.... So mysterious."

"Not magic, but close enough."

She took the beads back. A bit regrettable, but she was mine now. Investing in her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't a waste.

'Besides, she'd use them better than me anyway.'

She slipped them back on her wrist.

"Won't take them off again. Came all this way because of them. But.... not bad."

Her loving gaze on my cock was irresistible. I asked cautiously.

"You're.... not mad?"

If it'd happened to me, I'd be furious. Unless the other party was a beauty—then I'd kill them on the spot.

She said she wasn't mad, but people are people. Lingering resentment would hurt long-term. Better clear it now.

Her face turned playfully mischievous—not anger.

Left hand on hip, right on breast, she struck a confident princess pose. Naked, it oozed sex appeal over charisma.

"I'm mad. Super mad."

She couldn't hold back her laughter. Good—she really wasn't.

"So, I command you, Young Master Jong. Right now.... Feed me cum till my belly bursts. Oh, piss works too. Hehe!"

One more revelation: pussy-whipped is terrifying.

"Hmm.... No word from him today either."

Danyuha tilted her cup in a small octagonal pavilion at the corner ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the manor grounds.

The liquor was top-shelf Shaoxing huangjiu worth a silver tael. Perfectly aged, its spicy aroma tickled the nose delightfully.

Yet to Danyuha, even this premium brew tasted bland. She set down the half-sipped cup, fiddled with her raksha mask tilted on her head, and spoke dryly.

"Kaoliang with that boy was so tasty, but alone.... it's no good."

She'd qi-blasted away her hangover. Months since Jongchil left for Jilin, still no news.

Jilin was far, of course. Radio silence was expected.

"Sigh.... How long must I endure this solitude? Leaving me like this.... Even with circumstances, it's outrageous."

She peeked under her skirt. Her panties were soaked. Hard to believe they belonged to the Raksha Witch, terror of the righteous sects.

Just imagining Jongchil's face wet her like this. She was utterly his captive.

"The martial world feels turbulent. Like a storm's brewing any day now."

The last few decades had been peaceful. Righteous vs. unorthodox vs. demonic cults—ongoing since the martial world's founding—but only local clashes, no great bloodbaths.

The biggest recent events? Capturing that lecher Chupa Wol, or her own pill raid. Truly a golden age.

But Danyuha sensed cracks in the peace. Everyone in the martial world felt it.

"Mistress. A guest."

The servant approached.

"Guest?"

Danyuha tilted her head. No one expected.

"From Baihe Escort Agency."

She recalled the name. Anhui's top escort service, but fame faded beyond Hubei. Still, most martial artists knew it.

"Baihe Escort Agency. Famous in Anhui. Why seek me out suddenly?"