Rebirth in Ecstasy and the Labia Rivalry
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Rogue: Jongchil 11
“Waaaaaah~!”
A wail fierce enough to rival a newborn's first cry echoed through the air. Right here, right now, Hong Mi had been reborn. She'd awakened to the lewd truths of her own body as a woman, embraced the ecstatic pleasures it could offer, and was embarking on the second act of her life.
Hong Mi clung to me with a grip that could crush bones. What started in doggy style had shifted to side-by-side, then evolved into a facing lotus position.
This face-to-face tangle of bodies was textbook stuff for novice couples, right up there with missionary. But we weren't gazing tenderly into each other's eyes—we were devouring each other like wild beasts. And in truth, that's exactly what we were doing.
Hong Mi's pussy was defenseless. Stripped bare by every tease and caress, it offered zero resistance to my cock's relentless assault.
She took three creampies inside her, climaxing over ten times in the process, shuttling between heaven and hell. That was just what I'd felt—reality might've been even more intense. After the final load, she passed out completely.
“Waaaaaah~!”
“Whew~!”
Pulling my cock from her thoroughly ripened pussy produced a loud pop!, followed by a gush of fluids.
I hoisted the unconscious Hong Mi onto my back and escaped the formation.
The cooldown on Gu-gung Jin-gi was a whopping 42 days. Makes sense—it was a formation I'd scaled up without safeguards, fueled by scarfing down jujubes to recharge my qi.
The mountain path where Hong Mi had gotten trapped reappeared. Quite some time had passed; the sun now hung high overhead. We'd spent ages inside that formation.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Huh!?”
Rough footsteps approached from the opposite direction, accompanied by a group in martial robes. Dressed flashily in crimson garb, each packing a sword at their waist.
“B-Brother! Look over there!”
The leader pointed at me and Hong Mi, flustered. We were both buck naked. And Hong Mi's pussy was a mess of cum.
“A naked man and woman.”
“Oh ho. Bandits, maybe?”
“Check out that woman. Her skin looks so smooth and delicious.”
“Haha! Perfect for a pre-Yongho Strife tune-up.”
They were clearly righteous faction martial artists headed to the Yongho Strife, judging by the term. Though their sleazy vibes didn't scream "righteous."
“Kuhaha! Buddy, did bandits gang-rape you or something? You look wrecked.”
The crimson-robed "brother" stepped forward. Too annoying to bother with words—I just flicked a void missile his way.
“Gahk!”
A hole punched clean through his skull. In the jianghu, where a mere brush of sleeves sparks duels, that level of trash talk was basically begging for death.
“What? What the—? Finger Flick Technique!?”
“A monster expert! Brother's dead!”
“It's a fiend faction guy! Eek! Run!”
The survivors bolted like rabbits. I headed straight back to the carriage.
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Clack! Clack! Clack!
“Hngh!”
Hong Mi came to. Her head swam with the haze of a long, vivid dream. Too vivid for a dream, though—her pussy still throbbed faintly.
“Aaaah!”
No illusion. A dull ache pulsed from her slit. Startled, she flung off the blanket covering her. She was naked.
Her pussy was red and swollen. An itch begged to be scratched, but that'd only make the pain worse.
Why was her pussy like this?
The answer lay sharp in her memories.
“Awake?”
A beautiful woman's voice came from beside her. Hearing the unfamiliar tone snapped Hong Mi to survey her surroundings.
She was in a lavish carriage, complete with a bed. The woman who'd spoken sat opposite, smiling at her.
Rakshasa mask...
The woman's stunning beauty caught the eye first, but that rakshasa mask tilted jauntily on her head stood out more. In the Central Plains, only one beauty wore one like that.
The Rakshasa Witch, Danyuha! Why is she here?
Rumors placed Danyuha sighted in Huguang—why was she here?
And where was here?
“You're awake.”
Jongchil's voice came from nearby. Hong Mi felt inexplicable relief.
Odd, really. Jongchil was practically a stranger. They'd fucked, sure, but she knew next to nothing about him beyond being a Baihe Escort Agency guard.
“Where... is this?”
Hong Mi's voice came out timid, uncharacteristic. Jongchil answered.
“Heading to Henan. Dengping County soon.”
Dengping County—home to Mount Song, Shaolin's stronghold.
“Ah... I see.”
Hong Mi fell silent after that. No words came, and memories of becoming a sex slave tormented her. But when Jongchil casually slipped a hand under Danyuha and started fingering her, she blurted in flustered surprise.
“Th-That noble over there... you're Danyuha of the fiend factions!?”
“Hng~♥ Yeah, that's me. Haaah~!”
Danyuha answered Hong Mi's question while savoring Jongchil's touch.
Hong Mi was dumbfounded. The Rakshasa Witch, whose infamy chilled righteous experts to the bone, acting like this? Beyond her common sense.
But recalling the mind-shattering bliss Jongchil had given her... it made a twisted kind of sense. What a baffling man. Who the hell was this Jongchil, anyway? Her curiosity deepened.
“Haaang~! Hey~! Stop targeting just my labia like that.”
“Lady Yuha's labia are just the right size—perfect to fondle. Hong Mi's were a bit small, so that was a letdown.”
My labia were a letdown 'cause they're small!?
Hong Mi bristled reflexively at Jongchil's words. The indignation point was weird, but she didn't notice.
“Hmmm~! Talking about another woman in front of me. I'm feeling a tad sad, kid.”
“Compared to Lady Yuha's superior supreme body, it was lacking. Even when I'm with other women, I always think of you.”
“Hmph~! Smooth talker, huh?”
“I'll prove it with this body of mine.”
“Hehe! Fine, kid.”
Jongchil spread Danyuha's legs wide, knelt before her, and dove into cunnilingus. Watching Danyuha get eaten out made Hong Mi's pussy tingle.
That should be me getting devoured...
That thought bubbled up.
My labia disappointed him! Even though she enjoyed them so much!
Jongchil's earlier words echoed. Infuriating, no matter how she spun it. Devouring them so eagerly, then badmouthing behind her back!
Hong Mi couldn't take it. She shot to her feet. The blanket slipped off, baring her body, but she didn't care. Danyuha was already exposing her pussy for Jongchil's tongue.
No panties at all?
Striding to Jongchil, sticky nectar leaked between her thighs. Her still-swollen pussy protested, but she couldn't hold back.
She tapped Jongchil's head from behind.
“Young Hero Jong!”
Slurp! Slurp! Sluuurp! “Hm? What's up?”
Jongchil addressed her casually, naturally. It didn't irk her—in fact, it felt right.
After begging for his cock like a whore, shaking her ass desperately, being honored with formal speech would've been awkward.
“Y-You said something weird earlier! That my labia weren't satisfying!”
“Oh. Yours are a tad small, see?”
Jongchil spread Danyuha's labia wide for Hong Mi's inspection. Danyuha just blushed faintly, silent. Boldly, Jongchil jabbed her asshole with his other hand and continued.
“Average labia are about this size. Actually, these are a smidge above average. Compare to mine—Hong Mi, yours are like two-thirds this. Can't help but be less fun to suck.”
Just as Jongchil said, her labia were slightly smaller than Danyuha's.
“B-But saying you're disappointed because of that! I can't accept it. Suck mine again—you'll change your mind!”
Hong Mi thrust out her chest, voice brimming with confidence. Danyuha, seated before her, chimed in with intrigued amusement.
“Oh ho. Claiming your labia outshine mine?”
“Urgh...! Even as the Rakshasa Witch, I don't think your feminine charms surpass mine! Plus, Lady Rakshasa... you're not exactly young, are you!?”
Crack!
Oof! Hong Mi stepped on a landmine.
Mentioning a woman's age. Unforgivable, even from another woman—maybe especially so.
Danyuha was past forty but looked mid-twenties.
Of course, that didn't mean she was immune to age sensitivity. She'd never cared much before, but after fucking Jongchil, it bugged her some. At least Cheonhwa's thousands of years eased her mind.
“Cheeky brat. Righteous faction kids really lack manners.”
Danyuha's smiling eyes burned with icy fury as she addressed Hong Mi.
“Fine. Let's do this: Make the kid suck your labia again and ask who wins. If mine are better...”
Hong Mi gulped, sweating under Danyuha's overwhelming chill. Felt like stepping into a frost-freezing formation.
“...you become my sex slave. Hehe. A female slave. Not bad at all.”
This is getting fun.
Jongchil savored the unfolding drama.