The Ping Sisters' Morning Service
The grip of the Ping sisters' sphincter muscles had clearly weakened compared to when the cock was first inserted. That did not mean the tightness was lacking, however.
“Uwaaaah! I’m cumming inside this pathetic asshole!”
Before long, he emptied his load deep into the rectum of the unconscious, unresponsive slut. Thick spurts flooded her insides.
—Bleurgh, bleurgh, bleurgh!
—Pooong!
The moment he finished, the six dragons withdrew swiftly from her body without even savoring the afterglow. Despite the healing magic and her formidable recovery, her anus gaped so wide that a finger could slip in and out with zero resistance. Semen immediately began to trickle back out.
—Gluck! Drip… drip…
“Dispel!”
He canceled part of the healing spell that had been keeping her anal wrinkles taut. They soon swelled whitely, sealing her anus completely. An Extreme Demon expert would never suffer incontinence, but this was her first time experiencing something like this; she might still soil her clothes by accident. That was why he had limited the dispel to the outer sphincter alone.
‘This should keep her from leaking unless she deliberately pushes.’
“Clear!”
Only then did he cleanse both her body, now a mess of various fluids, and his own, which had been splattered in the same fashion.
—Heave-ho.
Carrying her in a princess hold—an act he rarely performed for women lest they grow spoiled—he laid her on his bed. Lying beside her, he offered his arm as a pillow and absentmindedly kneaded her enormous breasts until his consciousness began to fade.
‘I can tell her about the incontinence thing after we wake up.’
There was something else he felt he had forgotten, but he would think about it after sleeping.
**
“Young Cult Leader, Young Cult Leader. Please wake up.”
—Poke, poke, poke, poke.
“Young Cult Leader, Young Cult Leader. Please wake up.”
Two charming voices called from beside him while fingers poked at his chest.
“Hnn… mm?”
His arms tingled faintly. He must have slept quite a while with them serving as pillows for Galbo-ryeon. The light seeping through the door crack was still dim, yet he could sense people moving about in the distance, busy with their tasks. It was probably still evening.
‘Wait—both arms?’
Looking left and right, he found two naked Galbo-ryeons flanking him, each using one of his arms as a pillow while pressing their fingers firmly into his chest. The sensation against his skin made it clear this was no mere wet dream.
“Wh-what is this?! Illusion magic? Or a hallucination? Dispel!”
—Fwoooosh!
A massive surge of mana shook the bed, yet nothing changed.
“Ahn♡”
—Gluck! Gluck!
The Galbo-ryeon on the right moaned, her hips twitching. Her anus fluttered open, leaking the thick semen he had pumped into her earlier. The sensation made her moan again.
“Kyaaah♡ Haaang♡”
‘Right side is Galbo-ryeon. Then the left must be…’
—Lick!
He buried his face between the left one’s legs and licked boldly.
—Shiver!
“Hngaaah♡”
The taste that hit his tongue was startlingly rich—like butter with a sharp tang.
‘This one’s Ping Du-ryeon.’
“Du-ryeon, it’s not your turn today. Why are you—hngh!”
“Sluuurp♡”
Galbo-ryeon had naturally taken his cock into her mouth.
“Hnn, slurp♡”
The six dragons, previously in power-saving mode, stirred to full attention under her skillful tongue.
“Du-ryeon, Bo-ryeon, what the hell is—!”
“Paaah♡ Young Cult Leader, it’s delicious♡ Sluuurp♡ Tomorrow is the assembly day♡”
“Sluuurp♡ Hnn, slurp♡”
The moment Galbo-ryeon pulled away to speak, Ping Du-ryeon immediately took over the service.
“Haa… so what about it?”
Galbo-ryeon crawled on all fours to his side and continued.
“Tomorrow’s assembly will include not only the various hall masters and elders, but the Holy Maiden as well.”
“The Holy Maiden? I’ve only heard rumors. What kind of woman is she? Stronger than me?”
“Of course not. The Holy Maiden is… ahn♡ Even at a time like this♡”
When he complained that his arms felt empty now that the tingling had faded, he kneaded Galbo-ryeon’s breasts while listening to her explanation.
According to her, every Holy Maiden of the Sex Demon Cult had been foretold by the First Sex Demon. From the first to the current eighteenth, all eighteen were recorded in a book called Discourse on Lust, compiled by the followers of that era from the First Sex Demon’s own words. The book detailed exactly which village, which family, and which daughter each Holy Maiden would be born to, along with various prophecies concerning the cult. Only those of elder rank or higher were permitted to read it.
About a hundred years ago, a certain incident within the cult had destroyed much of the latter half, causing the records about the eighteenth Holy Maiden and the First Sex Demon’s deeper sexual cultivation theories to be lost. Still, every prophecy concerning the Holy Maidens from the first to the eighteenth had come true without fail. Another mysterious point was that each Holy Maiden’s age nearly matched that of the current Sex Demon, Young Cult Leader, or candidate—and that their deaths coincided almost perfectly with the moment the current Sex Demon ascended or disappeared.
“So what exactly do these Holy Maidens do—hngh?!”
—Squelch!
The mischievous Ping Du-ryeon had coated her cleavage with saliva and sandwiched his cock between her breasts, interrupting his focus, but he ignored it and finished listening.
The Holy Maiden’s primary duty was to protect the cult’s sacred relics and use one of them—the Purple Needle Plate—to identify the legitimate Young Cult Leader candidate.
“Besides the Purple Needle Plate, the Cult Leader’s Token, and the Onahole—ah, a kind of metal detector—there are a few other relics, but even I don’t know the details.”
Because her duties required extreme secrecy, she spent her days maintaining purity in a hidden shrine called the Holy Maiden Hall while managing the relics. However, the current Holy Maiden was different from her predecessors.
“This Holy Maiden is over a hundred years old?”
“Yes. The eighteenth Holy Maiden is already one hundred and three.”
Because of the large age gap between her and Mohn Hodge, questions about the legitimacy of his candidacy had been circulating in secret. The ones leading the charge had been none other than the former Galbo-ryeon and the Holy Maiden herself.
‘If I count all my previous lives, I’m just over a hundred. That prophecy is closer to the truth than they realize.’
“Haha, Bo-ryeon, you pulled quite the stunt.”
He ruffled Galbo-ryeon’s hair roughly. He would have to stay on guard; it seemed the Holy Maiden—an old hag, at that—was already positioning herself against him.
“Ehehe, I’m sorry, Young Cult Leader. Anyway, you don’t need to worry too much anymore. All the other elders are already under my control, which means they’re under yours. The Holy Maiden is now completely isolated.”
He tangled tongues with the strangely possessive Galbo-ryeon.
—Sluuurp! Lick! Hnn!
Even though her mouth had only been on his cock moments ago, he tasted a strangely honey-sweet flavor. After swapping saliva once, her hips twitched again.
“Come to think of it, the Grand Elder still hasn’t served me at all.”
“Hngh♡ B-but my rear still hurts… Can we stop for today…?”
“Oh? You’re an Extreme Demon, yet you don’t know how to handle your own body? Du-ryeon, that’s enough. Come here now.”
Ping Du-ryeon climbed up to his side, licking her lips with clear reluctance. She tried to offer her lap as a pillow, but he stopped her.
“Tsk. Acting all proper just because your sister is here? Do it the usual way.”
“U-uhh♡ Y-yes, as you command♡”
Ping Du-ryeon rose from his side and moved above his face, squatting so her sex hovered right over his mouth.
“Huu~”
—Twitch!
The moment his breath touched her entire pussy, it quivered like an abalone freshly pulled from a tank and doused in coarse salt.
—Drip.
A single drop of her love juice fell onto the tip of his tongue.
—Gulp.
As always, it tasted like the finest cheese. If Swiss cheese masters ever learned of this flavor, they would cross the Silk Road on their knees in awe. Of course, he had no intention of letting anyone else taste it. This pussy nectar was his alone, forever.
“Time to eat~!”
As Ping Du-ryeon lowered her hips, he covered her soaked outer lips with his mouth and sucked hard.
—Sluuuurp~!
“Hnnngh♡ Young Cult Leader, please stop doing that♡”
When he flicked the tip of his tongue against the little pearl peeking from its hood, she began to squirt.
—Pshhh! Pshhh!
“Pwah, I love these cute reactions of yours, Du-ryeon. And don’t even think about masturbating just because I’m not holding you—got it? Sluuuurp!”
“You’re too mean♡ Uwaaah♡ I-I can’t take it anymore♡”
Her upper mouth could no longer form proper words, only moans. He had begun teasing the new erogenous zone he had been developing lately—the area around her hymen—with the tip of his tongue.
—Sluuuurp♡
—Lick, lick!
Meanwhile, Galbo-ryeon pressed her lips to his cock, now slick with Ping Du-ryeon’s saliva, and licked it slowly like ice cream.
“Paaah, ahem. Your tongue work isn’t half bad either, Bo-ryeon.”
Galbo-ryeon was using not only the fine texture of her tongue buds but even the tendon beneath it, working diligently. Not to be outdone, Ping Du-ryeon’s lower mouth fluttered open.
“Young Cult Leader, please focus on me♡”
—Sluuuurp! Hnn!
He concentrated again on the sensation of Ping Du-ryeon’s lower lips against his mouth while gently rubbing her clitoral hood with his upper teeth.
“Hiii♡ So good♡ This is it♡ Haaang♡”
—Pshhh! Pshhh!
Stimulated once more around the hymen, Ping Du-ryeon squirted again. At the same time, Galbo-ryeon sandwiched his cock between her breasts and shook them, making the six dragons demand release with increasing urgency.
—Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
“Now, Young Cult Leader. Fill Bo-ryeon’s mouth-pussy with your magnificent cock♡ Sluuuurp♡”
Galbo-ryeon urged him on, covering the head with her lips, and a white waterfall erupted into her mouth.
—Bleurgh! Bleurgh! Bleurgh!
“Hnnngh!”
—Gulp, gulp, gluck♡
Even in the middle of swallowing, her tongue never stopped caressing the underside of the shaft and the area around the urethra, continuing her devoted service.
After switching their positions multiple times and wringing out five more loads through pseudo-intercourse with the virgin duo sisters, they finally saw the morning sun.
On the way to the bathhouse, the three of them—completely naked except for a large blanket—headed to the nearby bath.
“Ah, I almost forgot something important.”
““Yes?””
He issued a momentous order to Galbo-ryeon.
“Bo-ryeon, Grand Elder. Change your surname to Ping as well.”
“Y-yes♡ Thank you for granting me the same surname as my sister♡ Kiss♡”
The former Galbo-ryeon—now Ping Bo-ryeon—smiled shyly, gave his left cheek a light kiss, and linked arms with him, her face flushed red.
“Thank you, Young Cult Leader♡ Kiss♡”
Not to be outdone, Ping Du-ryeon kissed his right cheek and linked arms as well, smiling brightly. Their cheek kisses were less lewd than last night’s acts, yet they made his heart race in a strangely sweet way.
In the end, they resumed their bathhouse activities—receiving Ping Du-ryeon’s cheese directly into his mouth, processing it inside his body, and refilling it into Ping Bo-ryeon’s mouth.