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Almost a full minute—no, nearly two—had passed while I kept pumping. The bun-haired woman’s belly had swollen so much from everything I’d pumped into her that she now looked unmistakably three months pregnant.
—Pop♡
When I finally pulled my cock out past her lips, a strangely lewd, wet sound escaped. She kept working her tongue the whole time, desperately chasing every last drop. As the shaft slid free, a thick trickle of semen spilled from the corner of her mouth. I didn’t scold her; she’d worked hard enough.
A moment later she let out a deep, rumbling belch that reeked of the same thick, volatile scent I’d just fed her.
“Urrrp♡ Haa… hngh♡ I ate… kuhp♡ well? Uurp♡”
The moment that heavy, flammable smell hit the air, the bun-haired woman’s lower lips began gushing clear fluid nonstop, like a burst mandu dumpling being lifted with chopsticks.
“Haaah… hah…♡”
She collapsed onto the floor, completely spent. Her smooth, bare mound peeked out between her thighs. Above it, her narrow waist, the grotesquely distended belly, and her small breasts formed a striking contrast.
When I reached down and pressed my fingers against her slit, she squirted a few weak jets, then lost control of her bladder and passed out.
—Squirt… squirt…
—Drip, drip, drip…
“…Tch. Broken already.”
I carried her limp body over to the corner and laid her beside the woman with the pathetic bladder, then turned back to the others still waiting their turn. My cock, still rock-hard and showing no sign of shrinking, bobbed heavily with every step.
“Who’s next?”
““Hngh♡””
The air inside the sealed room had grown thick and sticky. Whether it was just my imagination or the sheer amount of pheromones and slick dripping from the women, I couldn’t tell.
“Fine. You’ll do.”
“Yesss~♡”
The woman who answered had her long hair braided into a single thick plait. Her voice was the most seductive, honeyed thing I’d ever heard, yet the dim lamplight hid her face and hair color so completely that I couldn’t guess her age.
—Squish… squish…
As I approached, my feet kept sticking to the wet, slippery patches on the floor, each step making an obscene sound. I reached her, grabbed her ass with both hands, and kneaded the firm, springy flesh. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-five; no amount of bedchamber arts could fake that kind of youthful bounce.
—Suck, slurp…
I crushed my mouth to hers and tangled our tongues together. I licked every corner of her mouth, scraped the roof with the tip of my tongue, and sucked hard. Her eyes quickly glazed over.
—Grab!
I seized her braid with my left hand and wrapped it once around my wrist, refusing to let go until she fainted. She wouldn’t be escaping this time.
“Kyaa! It hurts♡”
“Shh.”
She complained, but the sweet little moan at the end told me it was all an act. I forced her down onto all fours, yanked her hips up, and positioned her like a bitch in heat—perfect doggy style.
—Slide.
I lined my cock up with her dripping entrance. No need for hands; the fat head simply nosed its way between her cheeks like a living serpent and found the right hole on its own.
—Slick—
—Snap.
The tip of my urethra parted slightly, like pincers, and neatly peeled back her clitoral hood in one smooth motion.
“Kyaaang♡”
“Hey. I told you to stay quiet.”
—Smack, smack.
While our lower mouths were busy, I gave her right cheek a light slap with my palm and the left with the back of my hand for daring to interrupt.
“….”
Her exposed clit had swollen to half a finger’s length. The moment it did, my cock’s tip clamped down around it without mercy.
“Kyaahhhng!♡”
—Squirt! Squirt!
Some of the girl-cum she sprayed hit my lower dantian dead-on. My cock throbbed in response.
—Thump!
I ignored the surge and pressed the head against her soaked entrance. Once I felt the angle was right, I counted to five in my head, then yanked hard on her braid.
‘…Two… one… hup.’
Both of her mouths sang in perfect harmony.
Her virgin pussy welcomed me with the faint metallic scent of blood, but there was something even more special about it.
“Kyaaang! Hng♡, haang! Hng♡”
—Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
—Slap, slap, slap, slap—
It was a simple four-beat rhythm—soft, hard, medium-hard, soft—yet her moans, the wet sounds of my cock plunging in and out, and the meaty smack of her ass against my stomach locked together with flawless precision.
“A three-part symphony for popping a cherry. This girl would be a star in Hong Kong!”
I kept the four-beat tempo steady while driving toward the climax. As her vaginal muscles tightened with each successive orgasm, I gradually increased the force of my thrusts to match.
“Kyaaang! Hng♡, haang! Hng♡”
—Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
—Slap, slap, slap, slap—
After nearly a hundred strokes, I felt her body cresting toward another overwhelming peak. My own climax rose right on cue.
‘Now!’
“Hiyaaang! Haang, hyaaang! Haang….”
—Spurt! Spurt, spurt! Spurt—
—Squirt! Squirt, squirt! Squirt—
—Squelch! Squelch, squelch! Squelch—
—Slap! Slap, slap! Slap—
In the quiet room, our combined moans, the wet sounds of our fluids, and the relentless rhythm of our bodies created a five-part symphony. Both of us wept from sheer pleasure.
When the aftershocks faded, I pulled out. The braided girl—now properly renamed “Pussy-nist”—looked utterly wrecked. Even the simple act of withdrawal made her tremble violently. She stuck her tongue out and collapsed in the exact position she’d been fucked in.
I gently pushed her tongue back into her mouth so she wouldn’t bite it, then carried her to a comfortable spot and laid her down.
The smell of sex had grown so thick it completely overpowered the women’s natural scent, making my head spin.
—Sway, sway.
Even after two full releases, the Six-Dragon remained just as hard and proud, bobbing with every movement of my hips.
I walked over to the bed where I’d first woken up and sat down in a relaxed lotus position. Spotting a water jar and bowl nearby, I drank several bowls in quick succession.
—Gulp, gulp, gulp!
The water still held a faint chill. It washed away the thirst from the intense session.
With a little breathing room, I looked around the room from the bed. It was square, each side roughly five jang long—about sixty to seventy pyeong in total. Aside from the large door the old man had shut, there were no windows or other exits.
The bed itself was larger than a small one-room apartment, clearly prepared for the man who would carry the cult’s future. A large, deep bowl sat on the floor nearby—obviously a chamber pot.
‘Ahem.’
Anyway, let’s take stock. One, two, three… thirty-four, plus the three still lying over there—thirty-seven women in total. The first test was simply to survive a week with them.
On the large table in the center of the room sat a pile of dried rations and jerky, presumably meant to last the duration. Thanks to the Inverse Circulation I perfected in my previous life and the powerful yang-boosting effect of the Life-and-Death Great Law I awakened with, I could keep fucking until every last drop of qi was drained from these women. Hell, with this body, my yang qi was so abundant that I wouldn’t run out even if they tried to suck me dry.
A test where I get to compete in bed with a bunch of virgins using this kind of physique? This wasn’t a trial—it was a pink vacation.
“Alright, break time’s over.”
I slowly scanned the women who were still awake. Compared to when I’d first picked up the bladder girl, both the physical and psychological distance between us had shrunk dramatically. The ones who had fainted lay scattered about, while two or three who still couldn’t shake off the terror of my transformed appearance and monstrous cock huddled naked by the door, knees drawn to their chests.
Everyone else had moved much closer—most of them right up to the edge of the bed, hips swaying invitingly.
I looked them over and spoke in a low voice.
“If you think you can handle it, get up.”
““Yesss~♡””
At my words, more than twenty women sprang to their feet. Five or six glanced around nervously and sat back down, but the rest began climbing onto the wide bed.
Yeah. I’ll just sleep with these girls tonight. We’ve got plenty of time.
**
Meanwhile, outside the door, Han Go-sam of the Chastity Unit stood watch over the test. He stared at the gap in the door and let out a long sigh.
“Hah… So the next Vice-Cult Leader has finally appeared after ninety years. Or perhaps… the true successor to the Sex Demon after nearly two hundred years…”
In the chaotic past, the previous Sex Demon had seduced the Empress, fathered a child with her, and placed that child on the throne by passing him off as legitimate. When the truth came out, the boy was poisoned. The previous Sex Demon fell into heart demons and was remembered as the man who nearly grasped the world but let it slip away.
But there was a story the martial world never knew—one that only the Sex Demon Cult still whispered about: a brutal tale of revenge sealed with the tears of the previous Sex Demon.
The rebel who had seized the throne drank a strange pill the Sex Demon tricked him into taking. He spent his final days surrounded by the ugliest women in the realm, indulging in every perversion imaginable until he died of lust rather than old age.
Yet the previous Sex Demon’s revenge did not end there. He also took the next Empress—the rebel’s daughter-in-law—and bore a child with her. Using secret methods, he left the second-generation emperor alive but stripped him of the ability to produce heirs. That child eventually inherited the throne, completing the Sex Demon’s vengeance.
“Huuu…”
The position of Vice-Cult Leader, decided solely by sexual prowess, had remained empty for nearly ninety years. In that time, the cult had been managed by the Grand Elder and leader of the Female Technique Squad, Gal Bo-ryeon.
Throughout the long history of the martial world, the Sex Demon had appeared only three times, each time shaking both the imperial court and the orthodox sects. But from inside the cult, Han Go-sam could only sigh at the political storm that was about to erupt within their own walls.
“O great Sex Demons of old… please descend once more and protect our cult…”
The faint, welcoming moans of the Chastity Unit members on the other side of the door were already drowned out by the whirlwind of thoughts inside his head.