Clear Ling Fairy's Virgin Asshole

When Liu Zichu opened his eyes, it was already the clear morning of the second day. He felt none of the usual grogginess from oversleeping—instead, he was unusually refreshed and clear-headed.

The bed before him was empty. His aunt was nowhere in sight.

"Hm? Where's Aunt?"

Liu Zichu jumped up, stretching his body while scanning around. No sign of her anywhere.

Recalling yesterday, he grimaced. What a mess. He'd thought he'd get some real luck with the ladies, but instead, he'd inexplicably sat cross-legged in meditation all night.

That said, the meditation had worked wonders.

As usual, Liu Zichu headed downstairs for a morning run and workout, ate breakfast, then fetched water from the tavern's backyard to wash up. But his aunt was truly gone—no one was in the building upstairs or down.

Liu Zichu started to panic. What's going on? Didn't she say she'd help me for 15 days? It's only the seventh day—where'd she go?

Back in the inn, Liu Zichu slumped in frustration. He pulled up the panel in his mind. His aunt's data showed no changes—favorability still at 15.

"System, can you locate my aunt?"

"Hm?" Liu Zichu caught the implication and pressed: "So you do have that function? How do I unlock it?"

The system went silent, ignoring him completely. Liu Zichu could only plop down in a chair with an exasperated expression.

Yesterday's meditation had jogged more memories. Sorting through them, he reached a terrifying conclusion.

The original owner of this body—this world's scumbag Liu Zichu—had no cultivation talent. Not even spiritual sense.

The Liu family was one of Wei Qing City's greatest clans. Getting disciples into cultivation wasn't hard for them.

The system mall's Na Qi Jue was something the Liu family owned, and he'd even tried it.

But it was useless. Na Qi—breathing exercises to draw in heaven-and-earth spiritual energy—was the entry to Qi Condensation.

Not everyone could do it. You needed spiritual sense to even perceive spiritual energy. Then came talent.

Liu Zichu had neither. No matter the family's power, he was doomed to be a mortal like billions of others.

Digging up memories of the original owner's failed childhood attempts, Liu Zichu was stunned. Holy shit, we're screwed.

"System! Come out! You know I have no spiritual sense or talent, right?"

The system paused, then its electronic female voice replied flatly:

Liu Zichu: "…"

Not giving up, he asked: "Then what about your promise to help me achieve fame and fortune?"

Even the mall's Na Qi Jue was useless without basics.

After another pause, the system replied:

Liu Zichu's expression improved slightly, then soured again. Lottery? He had no draws left, and who knew when he'd get one.

Even if he got a Qi Gan Dan, the Liu family could've obtained one with effort—but it hadn't fixed his talent.

Meaning, even with spiritual sense and Na Qi Jue, entry-level cultivation was doubtful for life.

He couldn't help muttering: "You're the worst system I've ever seen. The absolute bottom of the barrel."

The system ignored him.

Despite the bad news, Liu Zichu's adaptability let him shove it aside for now. With his aunt gone and no brothel staff yet, he felt idle.

He decided to head out. His solicitation plan still needed the right spark.

On a fairy mountain far from Chun Xue City, the paths were steep, the peak piercing the clouds.

Many knew it as Feng Chang Shan, home to immortals. Seekers tried climbing, but none succeeded.

At the cloud-shrouded summit stood a small courtyard, guarded by two child attendants and several servants. Nearby, a stunning fairy in a rose-red watery skirt arrived on a cloud-escape light.

The light landed at the gate, the cloud dissolving into long rose-red ribbons that vanished in her hand.

The two boys, about eight or nine, wore cute bellybands. Spotting her, they rushed up fiercely: "Who are you? Why fly up here?!"

Ling Ru softened her icy aura, smiling gently. She tossed them two strings of red candied hawthorns, then crouched to hand them over.

The fierce little ones beamed, grabbing them and chirping: "Wow, big sis, you here for Master? Wait, I'll call him!"

"No need, Tong'er."

A deep voice rang out. A middle-aged man in training robes emerged. The boys froze, hiding the treats.

"Useless!" he scolded them, then turned to Ling Ru.

She rose gracefully, bowing slightly: "Greetings, Senior Chang Pill Master."

His eyes lit up. "Clear Ling Fairy, not staying at Xuan Zhen Sect? Here for pills again?"

Ling Ru nodded. "Yes."

Hands behind his back, his sharp gaze roamed her body, as if seeing through her skirt to her flesh beneath.

Ling Ru's face remained impassive, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Come in," he said, turning away. She followed. Passing the boys, they whispered: "Thanks, big sis!"

In ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the hall, he stopped, facing her. "What pill does Clear Ling Fairy seek this time?"

"Qi Gan Dan."

"Qi Gan Dan?" He frowned. "Surely not just for common pills."

"Indeed." She nodded. "I also need a Na Ling Dan."

Intrigued, he eyed her. "Both are basic. Special requirements?"

No wonder his surprise. Qi Gan Dan was common in sects, granting spiritual sense for breathing exercises—but useless without talent. Na Ling Dan was slightly rarer, aiding early cultivators in absorbing and refining spiritual energy during seclusion.

Still, both were everyday for sects. For a pill master like him? Trivial. Clear Ling Fairy could've gotten them from Xuan Zhen Sect easily.

Ling Ru nodded again. "The Na Ling Dan—for a mortal. Must handle near-Foundation Establishment spiritual energy volume."

He blinked, eyes twitching despite his composure. Nearly thinking she joked.

A mortal body handling Foundation Establishment-level energy? Absurd.

His tone cooled: "Clear Ling Fairy, you're not here to jest, are you?"

Ling Ru closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Opening them, her voice stayed cold but firm: "I truly need it."

He paced, brow furrowed, then faced her. "Possible, but needs time to refine... and..."

He paused, smiling meaningfully. "And... what payment does Clear Ling Fairy offer this time?"

Hesitation flickered across her icy face, gone in an instant. Her delicate hand flipped—a spirit stone and transparent vial floated in her palm.

Palm-sized stone, cup-sized vial with viscous liquid swirling inside.

His eyes gleamed. He beckoned; they flew to him. Pocketing the stone casually, he pinched the vial, examining the liquid like treasure.

"What purity?"

"Full."

Satisfied, "How recent?"

"Just now."

Stunned, he laughed. "Haha, gathered right outside my mountain gate?"

She didn't deny it.

"Excellent. Shame I didn't watch." He pocketed the vial, teasing: "So, Fairy's Yin Yuan is at full capacity now?"

His gaze burned between her legs, as if peering at her tender slit beneath the skirt.

She didn't answer—the fact was obvious.

Shrugging it off, he said: "Fine. Pills ready in one month."

His standard wait time.

"Too long."

He'd expected that, staring expectantly.

Deep breath. Her hands rose to her shoulders, pinching the fabric and sliding it down.

He watched with a smile. No hesitation—shoulders bared, then her towering snow-white breasts bounced free, pink tips quivering.

Her face stayed coldly impassive, even baring her chest to a man.

The skirt stopped at her abdomen. She looked up.

Like admiring a rarity, he ogled her full, firm tits—but shook his head. "Half a month, at best."

Her hands released; the rose-red skirt slid down, revealing her flawless, voluptuous nude form.

He swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sexy triangle of her slender legs and mound. Even a cultivator struggled.

Suppressing his fire: "Stay and let me harvest once—pills in seven days."

She shook her head, emotionless: "I cannot explain to my master."

He didn't push; just talk. With her Yin Yuan full, Xuan Zhen Sect's elders would storm here if he took her.

But he waited. Alternatives were fine.

She turned sideways, twisting her hips to present her plump rear: "Pills in two days—my rear is yours to use freely."

He waved it off. "Two days too short. Full cooperation, suck and swallow my seed—mood right, maybe three days."

Silence. For mere basic pills, the cost was steep. But did her body matter...?

She nodded. "Agreed."

Grinning triumphantly, no more hiding his lust. A wave—his robes vanished. As a pill master, not body refiner, his build was average.

But his cock? Monstrous. Dark red, iron-hard, nearly six inches long, arm-thick. Drug-nurtured pride.

Ling Ru's heart raced at the sight. Cold as she was, a man's cock stirred her cravings.

Seven days without sex, Yin Yuan full—16 years of scheduled gangbangs at this cycle. Her body remembered: holes aching for cock and cum.

He gestured invitingly: "Fairy's tasted my yang stem before. After you."

She nodded. Face cold, but flushed cheeks and heaving breasts betrayed her arousal—mostly from his cock.

Her few times with it: fucked to mind-shattering orgasms, spasms unending. As pill master, he enhanced it with drugs.

Despite herself, her body anticipated violation. Legs slick with nectar, pussy quivering. She yearned to spread wide, beg for it in her cunt.

But no—her reborn virgin pussy stayed off-limits.

Lust surged to her rear. The shameful hole craved invasion. A cold fairy turned ass-craving slut.

Before him, her slim waist and massive tits made his cock throb harder. Smirking lewdly, he nodded.

She turned to the nearby table, jade hands pressing down, elbows bending to lean forward. Tits level with the surface, waist arched gracefully, round ass high, legs parted slightly. Trembling cheeks blood-boiling.

Position perfect for rear entry.

He cracked his neck. Worthiest Clear Ling Fairy.

No rush—he savored rare chances.

Beside her, big ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand clamped her ass—soft, elastic, silkier than satin. He kneaded, deforming the flesh; other hand trailed her cleft with his knuckles.

"Renowned Clear Ling Fairy of Lingbei. If folks saw your slutty pose now, those young geniuses your true face—what expressions?" He closed his eyes, savoring her ass, shaking his head blissfully.

Ticklish strokes tensed her, then relaxed. Ignoring the tease, cold voice: "Stop dawdling."

Breath ragged—not just shame, but uncontrollable lust. Full Yin Yuan plus years of conditioning demanded release.

Slowly, he buried his face in her ass, sniffing from cheeks up her spine. Her scent intoxicated.

"You know I'm no brute. Remember last time? Here, different pose. How long did I fuck you?" Breath hot on her ear, tongue lapping her jeweled earring.

Ass kneaded, ear teased—her nerves aflame.

She turned her face away: "Fucked me... five hours... mmph~~"

Her words, plus his grab—seductive moan escaped.

Smug: "Good memory. I'm more enduring now. How long this time?"

Breath quickening, eyes shut, ignoring the shame.

He kissed her earlobe, fingers parting cheeks to stroke her asshole's rim. Other hand cupped a hanging tit—soft, overflowing, roughly played into quivering shapes.

"Mmm~~ Ah~~ Stop playing~~ Fuck me already."

Moaning softly, cheeks flushed, pussy drooling down thighs, ass wiggling unconsciously. Words urged him on.

He loved her like this.

Full Yin Yuan spiked lust. Why not harvested by elders first? He didn't care—more playtime with the famous icy fairy.

Teasing: "Fairy hornier than me? So eager to be raped?"

She nodded: "Yes, hurry—fuck me~~ Mm~~ Your cock, shove it in~~ Fuck me~~"

He twitched. Damn, can't hold back.

Her icy voice spouting filth—contrast broke him. Drug-hardened cock strained.

Fire blazing: "If Fairy insists, no holding back."

She adjusted, ass higher for entry.

Behind her, hands spread cheeks. Wrinkled pink pucker quivered invitingly.

Gripping his shaft, precum lubed her hole. Softness blissful.

Familiar ass. Glans pressed against, deep breath: "Moan under my cock, Fairy!"

Thrust—eyes bulged. Pucker barely parted around his glans, vise-tight, painful clamp. No penetration—her body jolted forward.

"Oh!!!" His shocked roar.

"Nngh~~" Her moan.

Rude thrust shoved her—and the table—forward. Knees buckled; fists clenched, eyes shut, lips bitten, trembling in agony.

Confused, he withdrew, thrust again—same clamp.

Panting: "This wrong. Used to slide in easy."

"Fairy, what's...??" He tried again; tight as ever, painful.

She panted, relaxing her hole.

Liu Zichu's pill had restored it virgin-tight, like her pussy.

Normal cock? Fine. Arm-thick monster into virgin ass? Hellish.

No explanation: "Ignore it~~ Thrust hard."

Tight? Better. Qi-empowered shaft ignored pain. Hands dug into cheeks, body slammed—whole cock buried.

"Aaaahhh~~"

Full impale, tip battering depths. Pain arched her back, tears welling—like 16 years ago, first brutal ass-rape.

Then, naive girl begging gentler fucking, mercy amid gangbang cries.

Another "first"?

Wordless turmoil. Behind, he groaned in ecstasy. Too good.

Qi shielded pain; tightness unreal. Withdraw, slam—blissful repeat.

"Fairy's ass changed—so fucking tight!"

She gritted teeth—cultivator or not, virgin hole vs. monster cock was torture.

"Saaame~~ Ah~~ Don't hold back~~"

Her moans freed him. Long without such tightness—he pounded wildly. Ass rippled with each deep plunge.

More strokes, slicker—pah pah pah flesh-slaps echoed.

"Ahh, perfect! Clear Ling Fairy? Ha, just a cock-high ass-slut."

Thrilled, faster, harder.

She sprawled on table, eyes conflicted lust, moans leaking despite bitten lip.

Pain-pleasure mix: too big, gut-deep, yet addictively good.

Ecstatic, he draped over her back, mauling tits from behind. Overflowing softness yielded to brutal grips.

Panting roughly: "Still pretending purity? How many cocks stretched this silky ass? Jealous even."

"Ah~~ Nngh~~ None of your business~~ Aaaah~~"

Head low, moaning, retorting.

He kneaded tits, kissed neck, licked skin: "Wish I could kill those elders, make you my fucktoy—daily under my cock."

Ignored, just enduring moans.

Pussy jealous—quivering, flooding nectar, craving cock.

Hand to clit, rubbing in rhythm—dual pleasure drowning reason.

Hours passed. Doorway boys peeked curiously at weird sounds—like Master bullying pretty sis.

Until her shrill cries peaked, body collapsing, pussy squirting puddles. His legs weakened; spent cock slipped free.

Her jade body curled kneeling, face flushed, eyes glazed, lips parted in ragged, moaning breaths. Tremors lingered.

Ass ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠high, gaping asshole leaked thick cum in spasms—down to pussy, mixing with floods to the floor.

He sat spent, propped on hands.

Miscalculated. Staring at twitching, cum-oozing hole—had she tricked him?

One hour total. Blissful, four loads—but overkill. Couldn't fathom the tightness; withdrawal impossible, drained dry.

Hence the gape—from arm-thick pounding.

Climax faded; ignoring filth, she rose on hands, hole clenching with final shiver.

Seven-day itch scratched—not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy, Yin Yuan still full. Ass bliss bought time.

Sex done—task not. Still kneeling, she crawled to him.

Legs spread, cock semi-erect.

Face to crotch, mouth engulfed it.

"Ohh, fuck yes!!!"

Blissful, stroking her hair. Prior frenzy from misjudging tightness left him depleted; now, her tongue was paradise.

Fulfilled—ass service, suck-and-swallow. Gulping his load, she rose, ignoring dripping pussy, staring silently.

He admired her fucked body—multiple orgasms under him. Satisfied.

Tried rising—too drained.

Embarrassed hand: "Fairy, a hand?"

She pulled him up. Feeling her softness, he sighed inwardly, standing: "Pity. Let me recover, continue?"

Silent stare.

Shaking head: "Fine. I keep my word—just reluctant to end with Fairy."

Hand to tit; she allowed kneading: "Then the pills—please."

Painful squeeze, but she pressed the point.

Reluctant release, sniffing fingers: "Go, dress. Don't corrupt my boys with your slutty look. Pills in three days."

Silent habit. Eyes closed, lips moved—qi swept, cleansing filth.

Jing Yi Zhou done, skirt donned. He watched appreciatively.

She departed; he eyed the puddle, tsking.

"Pity—can't use that."

Time passed.

In Chun Xue City, Liu Zichu wandered streets idly—but alert for sparks.

Solicitation needed a trigger; he observed keenly.

Sunset. At a diner, he scarfed the last bite, burping contentedly. Life's good—beats mountain drudgery.

Sated, time to check if aunt returned. Worry gnawed.

Mind-panel: favorability 15. Not mad at him. Why leave?

Stunned. Blinked. Focused on sex history.

Something off. He remembered: sessions 1032. Confirmed during her blowjob—no change then.

Partners still 7. But sessions: 1033. One more...

Chest tightened, breath caught.

Aunt went out and fucked someone...

Early morning, sought a man...

Emptiness hit. He scrolled—familiar data burned.

Liu Zichu: "…"

Staring at the lewd, familiar panel—mood complex.

Pussy/mouth/ass cocks: still 7. Familiar partner.

Pussy creampies unchanged: 5341.

Ass: 6775 → 6779. +4.

Mouth: 4116 → 4117. +1.

Legs weakened. Silent panic, chest clogged.

Data confirmed: fucked, ass creampied 4x, then blowjob.

Last session: 5hrs ago, 2hrs with one man. 3 orgasms, ass 4 loads, mouth 1. Swallowed.

67ml from one guy—five shots? No mortal; cultivator. They can just dump in my aunt? Make her come crawling for cock?!

It hurt.

Illogical—Ling Ru wasn't his. No feelings; nephew she'd gladly slap dead.

Thousand-fucked whore; more meant nothing to him.

Yet the emptiness blurred his vision.

Luckily, skills section:

Blowjob: 5177→5178 uses, 4116→4117 extractions.

Paizuri/footjob/rimjob unchanged.

Ass-fucked 4x creampied, one blowjob—no rimming. Lucky?

Or the gap: his cautious aunt, freely ass-raped by others. Deep powerlessness.

He sat frozen till the waiter asked. Apologized, paid—nearly stumbled rising.

Dejected, heading home to the brothel.

What was I hoping for? She's never been mine.