Restored to Virginity
The faint tremors in the two holes of her lower body brought a blush to Ling Ru's cheeks. That soft, tingling pleasure was far gentler than the sensation of a cock thrusting inside her, yet it seeped in silently, like moisture nourishing the earth.
Ling Ru realized this wasn't an aphrodisiac, but something nurturing her nether regions. She vaguely guessed the pill's effect, though her heart pounded with uncertainty and a strange sense of shame.
Liu Zichu had said the pill came from some old Taoist priest. What kind of depraved priest would refine a medicine that lubricated a woman's pussy and asshole like this?
Ling Ru felt her little pussy already soaked through. Her panties couldn't hold all that nectar; her breathing quickened, cheeks flushed, her pussy itching and numb. She desperately wanted to touch it, craved a cock to plunge in and scratch that itch.
But this wasn't a true aphrodisiac. She could suppress the urge to be fucked with sheer willpower. The drug's effects weren't fully absorbed yet—she didn't want to waste the chance.
Much later, a sheen of fine sweat beaded on Ling Ru's skin. On the bed where she sat cross-legged, her lewd juices had drenched the sheets, with large wet stains spreading across the bedding.
Finally, Ling Ru's eyes snapped open, clear as autumn waters, lashes fluttering in a way that stirred the heart. She exhaled deeply, feeling the sweat on her body and the dampness beneath her. Her once icy expression had been replaced by an enchanting blush, tinged with shyness.
To think... she'd leaked so much pussy juice. Even when eagerly awaiting multiple cocks to ravage her at once, she'd never flowed like this.
Ling Ru eyed the soaked bed. How was she supposed to explain this to Liu Zichu...?
No, why should she explain something like this to that scum? She wouldn't even let him into her room anyway.
Ling Ru headed to the bathhouse to rinse off the sweat and her pussy's juices.
Her white water skirt slipped away, revealing her long, sensual figure—slender yet curvaceous, with full, perky breasts that trembled slightly at the rosy tips, utterly tempting.
A scoop of clear water cascaded over her skin, and Ling Ru found herself entranced.
She could clearly feel her skin had become even more delicate and dewy, glowing with a subtle flush. Her complexion had always been flawless, but now it was strikingly better.
Skin improvement was secondary, though. Ling Ru lifted one long leg onto the bench, bent at the waist, and peered down at the tuft of black pubic hair above her honey hole.
Seeing her pussy now, Ling Ru couldn't help but clutch her breast over her heart.
Deflowered at fourteen, multiple cocks had plunged into her virgin hole, pumping cum inside. In the years since, every so often, Ling Ru endured the pleasure of being fucked and creampied.
As a cultivator, she breathed in vital qi and absorbed the world's essence, keeping her beauty pristine as jade.
Yet her pussy and asshole had endured thousands upon thousands of cock thrusts and loads. She'd told herself she'd grown accustomed to their massive rods—because they were so huge, they fucked her so well.
But everyone knew adapting to big cocks just meant her holes had been stretched loose. In mortal terms, she'd been fucked slack.
Ling Ru's pussy wasn't truly loose, but compared to her fourteen-year-old self, it definitely wasn't the same.
And at thirty, though cultivation kept her looking girlish, her pussy was still pretty but lacked a virgin's fresh pinkness—no heavy pigmentation, but not as tender.
But now, Ling Ru saw her pussy had changed: tender, pink, soft. The labia clung tightly shut, yet a faint slit peeked between them, hinting at the rosy flesh within.
"Why... how can this be..."
Ling Ru's fingers lightly traced her pussy, drawing an involuntary moan. So comfortable—like stroking the finest silk, so smooth, so tender. Is this my pussy? The one they've raped and creampied endlessly for years...?
Unable to resist, she pressed her middle finger into the slit and rubbed gently. This exquisite slickness and tenderness... how long since she'd felt it?
"Mm ah~"
A moan escaped as she slid her finger inside. So slick, so tight...
Her pussy gripped her finger fiercely. Her digit was far smaller than those cocks that freely pounded her depths, yet it still felt the incredible tightness.
Could that pill really restore her pussy to virgin-like slickness and grip...?
Ling Ru's emotions swirled in complexity, hard to articulate.
Suddenly, her delicate brows furrowed; she nearly slipped. Deeper in, her finger hit a barrier of pain.
"What's this? Why is there something in my pussy causing pain?"
That was her first thought.
But it shouldn't be—their thick cocks slid in and out effortlessly. Why would her own finger be blocked?
Blocked...
Ling Ru realized it then, more shocking than discovering her pussy's renewed pinkness.
She frowned slightly, gently probing the obstruction. This... this was... a hymen?
Her eyes widened. Could it be her hymen—the one lost at fourteen, symbol of her body's lost purity?
Her hand trembled; tears welled in her eyes...
She didn't regret her current self.
Now, she walked the path of cultivation. Now, every so often, she reveled in gangbang ecstasy under multiple cocks, cum flooding her pussy and ass feeling divine, swallowing loads tasting delicious.
The girl she'd been might have grieved her violation, but now Ling Ru no longer cared.
Yet... this sudden hymen reopened memories of her girlhood. Something lost forever, now returned...
I'm... I'm a virgin again... a virgin...
Ling Ru yanked her finger out, terrified of accidentally breaking it. Her emotions churned beyond words. Naked in the bathhouse, she stood silently, steadying her heart.
After a long while, Ling Ru calmed; the blush faded slightly.
She fetched a mirror, gazing at herself. Not drastically changed, but she felt different—more beautiful, skin flawless.
Neck, collarbone, shoulders, breasts, waist, abdomen, and the tidy pubic patch... paired with her flawless virgin pussy, it was perfection beyond before.
Something occurred to her—besides her pussy, her asshole too...?
She turned, lifted a leg, spread her plump cheeks with both hands, and checked her asshole in the mirror from behind.
Even for a cultivating woman, anal pigmentation was inevitable, varying in depth.
But now, the wrinkled ring was baby-pink. Ling Ru tried pressing a finger into it. Once, it slipped in easily, fucked countless times by huge cocks—no lube needed.
She'd convinced herself it was adaptation for those rods; it couldn't stay girlishly tight, or they'd never fit.
Yet she'd conveniently forgotten: the day after her pussy's deflowering at fourteen, her asshole became their cumdump too.
Now, pressing her finger to the center wrinkles, she pushed—but it wouldn't yield a bit.
It... won't go in... Finger won't enter... Asshole's tight again...
Unlike her pussy, this tightness oddly panicked her. So tight... would cocks still fit? What if they couldn't fuck her ass anymore?
Squatting, she slicked her finger with pussy nectar, lubed her asshole, then eased it in bit by bit. Thankfully, with the juices, it slowly squeezed inside.
Very tight, but elastic.
She tried two fingers, then three—strenuous, but possible, gripped fiercely.
Ling Ru sighed in relief. If three fingers fit, their cocks should too.
But why this relief...?
A brief silence. Right—her pussy was virgin now, but her body remained that lewd, cock-craving vessel, yearning for their rods and cum. So her asshole wanted fucking.
As shock faded, Ling Ru admired her renewed body while rinsing.
She wondered: presenting her virgin pussy to them, what faces would they make when their cocks pushed in? Would they hold her gently, kiss her, stroke her hair soothingly?
Ling Ru shook her head. That was for true maidens. At thirty, she was no girl—unlikely to ever feel it.
More likely, they'd grow wildly excited at her virgin pussy, ignoring her cries and struggles like when they took her maidenhead at fourteen—fucking her harder, rougher.
Fine. Brutal pounding felt amazing anyway; she loved it. Let it be.
Imagining submitting as a virgin again, pierced deep by their huge cocks amid her moans and tears, set her heart racing. She wanted cock—now, plunging into her pussy.
A ladle of cold water poured over her head, cooling her lust this way.
Day four. Eleven days left.
In eleven, she'd return, savor cock again...
As for Liu Zichu, her nephew...
Ling Ru paused mid-pour. She wasn't sure how to face him now.
Her body's change came from his pill, bought for fifty taels—specially for her.
She knew its caliber: beyond beauty enhancement, it rejuvenated her body to youth. Fifty taels? Impossible—even five hundred, or five thousand, wouldn't buy it.
How did Liu Zichu get it?
Ling Ru didn't suspect him connected to it. That scum, in this unfamiliar place with just 120 taels, hated by all—how could he obtain such a treasure?
So it must be from elsewhere. His story true? Bought from an old priest, to atone?
Doubts abounded: priests don't brew lewd pills; such quality for fifty taels? Madness.
Yet facts before her: pill real, effects real. And he'd gone out late to avoid suspicion, ease her mind...
"Liu Zichu..."
Murmuring his name, he'd insisted he'd changed, different now—but she'd never believed.
Dogs don't quit shit; nor did she think him reformed. Likely playacting for pity—without family forgiveness, his future bleak. Only then could he resume as the Liu clan's tyrannical wastrel.
But now, she wavered. Recalling his apology: every detail, tone, expression—searching for fakery, evidence of deceit.
None. His grievance genuine, apology sincere.
"Could he... really have changed?"
"If true, even a little—less arrogant, less lawless—Sister would be pleased, surely."
Ling Ru decided to give Liu Zichu another chance—not forgiveness.
His past sins: ten thousand deaths too few to atone. Yet as a local powerful clan's son, he'd always escaped justice.
Even reformed, could he fix it? Revive girls he'd raped to suicide?
No.
So no forgiveness. But as Sister's son, one chance—only one.
In her heart: for today's sincerity and the pill, she'd help him.
If Liu Zichu knew her thoughts, he'd weep with joy.
His image in her eyes: from "ten thousand deaths insufficient" to "ten thousand might suffice"—huge progress, truly praiseworthy.
Liu Zichu, true to his word, had no plans to return tonight. Every step cautious, diligently farming Aunt's favor.
But he wondered: if the system was right about the pill's power, what would Aunt become after taking it?
He pondered long, but couldn't picture it. Why would he? He'd never seen Aunt's pussy.
The next morning, even this rundown Bei Lu Street had a few residents. Before dawn, some headed out with tools, hustling for today's meals.
Ling Ru woke with the first ray of dawn. First thing: caress and inspect her pussy, slide fingers in to feel the regained hymen.
Hymen intact, pussy virgin-pink and tight. Yesterday wasn't a dream.
Not a dream...
Mood complex, she dressed and descended gracefully.
She'd chosen a third-floor room to distance from Liu Zichu.
He'd slept second floor lately; she never went there. But today, she paused at his door, listened quietly, then pushed it open. As expected, he hadn't returned all night.
Where at this hour? Those brothels?
Ling Ru had no qualms assuming the worst of him—he was that sort, even worse than imagined.
But no issue. Liu Zichu was a lecher; men visiting brothels was normal.
Only problem: he had maybe seventy taels left. Spending on whores? His funeral.
Thus thinking, she reached the entrance. Yesterday's door, slapped flying by her palm, still lay outside. Odd—why destroy it?
She recalled: he hadn't settled that score yet—treating her like a whore.
But past now; anger gone. Let it be.
She'd fetch the door. Fixable or not aside, leaving it on the street was improper.
Remarkable: door lain there a day and night, untouched. Bei Lu Street was that deserted.
But as Ling Ru stepped out, her peripheral caught a shop corner—the angle of road and steps. A cloth-robed man huddled there, asleep against the wall.
"Liu Zichu?"