The Third Trial (1)
“Fine, let’s accept that. So what’s the next trial?”
“Th-the next trial is to demonstrate your skill at spreading the faith, my lord♡”
“Spreading the faith? What do you mean?”
“Ehe♡ W-well, that is…”
Ping Du-ryeon caught her breath and explained the gist of it.
Embrace the two arrogant wenches of the Heavenly Demon Cult and let them receive the teachings of the Sex Demon Cult.
“The two wenches of the Heavenly Demon Cult… surely you don’t mean…”
“Yes, exactly. The poor girls who spent several nights with you during your journey through the murim yet never once spread their legs for you… I mean, never once served you.”
The memory of their disdainful expressions made my dragon stir restlessly, demanding to be sent straight to a nest it had never even visited.
“Hmm. Still, how dare they…”
“Yes? Hic!”
The moment I narrowed my eyes and stared straight at the spot between her brows, Ping Du-ryeon let out a startled hiccup.
“How insolent! You would raise your nipples without this seat’s permission?”
Regaining my composure, I gathered her half-subsided breasts together and bit down on both nipples at once.
“Kyaaah♡ A-ah, there’s still something important I need to tell youuu♡”
- Slurp, slurp
Even as she protested, Ping Du-ryeon wrapped her arms around my head. When another squirt threatened, I quickly pulled away and rubbed my essence over her little beans until they glistened.
“Nnghiiit♡ Uheek, uheeek♡”
“Your lower mouth can wait until later to beg for attention.”
Her upper body trembled violently, breasts quivering, while below, her entrance pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. The ripe-cheese scent rising from her depths filled the air.
“Hah… a dilemma.”
Should I claim this colossal premium ass-pussy first, or open the rare aged virgin pussy?
“Hmm… Y-you… can… guess… by… the… way… I… move… it… ding… dong… dang… dong!”
I swayed my essence and tried to divine the best destination, then pressed a kiss against her little bean with the tip. After circling the head between her folds a few times, I suddenly came to my senses.
“Ah!”
High-grade cheese-scented pussies exist, and thirty-year virgin pussies exist too. However—
“A thirty-year-aged pussy with top-tier flavor is not common.”
Convinced, I nodded to myself.
‘Rare things should be savored slowly.’
Then my gaze drifted back to Ping Du-ryeon’s breasts. With that size, paizuri was definitely possible.
In my previous encounters with the women lying in the back or pretending to be unconscious while secretly watching, I had kept things relatively tame. Those delicate flowers climaxed spectacularly and passed out before the main act even began. Forcing myself on them risked tearing something or leaving trauma, so whenever one fainted I simply laid the next girl in the exact same position, treated her just as gently, finished, and moved on. Still, treating people like interchangeable factory parts from the industrial revolution left me feeling guilty, and my dragon shed nothing but tears of remorse. As for the back door, I doubted it had been properly cleaned in this medieval era.
That was why I had attempted paizuri with every woman whose breasts seemed large enough. Even the ones who were shockingly skilled with their mouths, hips, and inner muscles—far beyond what any virgin should know—became strangely awkward the moment paizuri was involved. At best I would smear their love juices between their breasts myself, have them press the mounds together with their own hands, and thrust while letting the head brush their lips. Beyond the broad stimulation from root to tip, there was little else to enjoy, so after three attempts I gave up.
Yet right now, a body existed that could deliver the ultimate paizuri experience just by existing. Since my dragon was already thoroughly slick with her fluids, I went straight for it.
I climbed onto her stomach. Ping Du-ryeon’s slightly flustered expression came into view.
- Slap slap
- Slap slap
First I patted both breasts in turn to help her relax. Then I stimulated her areolas until her nipples and the deeper tissues were fully erect.
- Squeeze!
“Kyaaah♡ I-it hurts♡”
- Grab
I seized both her wrists and made her press her massive peaks together around my dragon. Of course, the “center” line was defined by the very dragon now straddling her.
- Tap tap tap
My dragon tested whether her hands were applying enough pressure. Her nipples had already vanished completely into the soft valley, invisible to the eye. Even her petite areolas were hidden by the sheer size of her breasts.
When our eyes met, she gave me the anxious look of a new bride on her wedding night, silently begging me not to torment her.
There was no more reason to wait.
- Shluuuurp!
“Haaah♡ I-I’ve never done anything like thiiis♡”
While I simply held still inside the valley, I could feel the rapid beat of her heart. She clumsily tried to rub my dragon with her nipples and areolas. Every time she squeezed her breasts, the vibration traveled through my dragon and returned to her hands. When she pressed hard and then relaxed, the valley trembled as though resonating with her heartbeat.
My dragon reported ceaselessly through its rough veins and skin cells: her nipples, areolas, and surrounding skin were closing in from every direction with different rhythms and pressures.
Yes. In this room, my dragon had finally found the perfect, cozy nest that could fully embrace all of it.
- Squish
- Squish
- Squish
- Squish
When I began moving slowly back and forth, her nipples clung to the shaft like a girl desperately holding onto her departing lover, refusing to let go despite the slickness.
“Nngh, uung♡ Huung, heuk♡”
Her warm body heat brought the urge to climax far sooner than expected. Should I hold back? No need. The quickening rhythm of her heartbeat and her heated moans told me her own peak was close.
“Kuh, I’m coming! Swallow it all!”
I thrust forward hard. The pressure from her hands became meaningless as the valley was forced open.
“Y-yes♡ Give baby everything you’ve goooot♡”
With the miraculous technique of grafting flowers onto another branch, the head of my dragon slipped past her chin and plunged straight into her mouth.
- Brrrrrrrt!
- Gulp, gulp, gulp!
The moment the precise volley began, Ping Du-ryeon opened her mouth wide and swallowed frantically, refusing to spill a single drop of the rising tide.
“Huuu!”
When the flow finally stopped, her tongue carefully licked the last remnants from the tip and her own lips before slowly retreating behind her teeth and lower lip.
“Aah~♡”
Even after swallowing most of it, a milky mixture of semen and saliva still sloshed visibly inside her open mouth.
“Gulp! Gulp♡”
Her slender throat bobbed once as she downed the entire load in one go.
- Suck!
I leaned in and planted fierce kisses along the line where her neck met her shoulders, leaving fresh red marks to join the countless others already circling her nipples.
“Heuuung… holy marks, lewd marks… I love them so muuuch♡ Haaang♡”
“Explain the next trial.”
Han Go-sam, who had been standing nearby watching the entire scene, snapped back to attention.
“Y-yes! Of course, my lord!”
“Cancel!”
In an instant my skin tone returned to normal and my dragon shrank back to its resting size of about one cheok.
“…!”
“Let’s wash up first.”
“Yes!”
Following Han Go-sam’s guidance, we moved down the corridor toward the bath while he finished explaining the third trial. I did my best to ignore the several female bodies that had quietly risen and were now trailing after us.
Unlike the righteous factions, where bloodline and master-disciple ties decided nearly every rank, or the chaotic unorthodox sects where rank depended on the number of subordinates and petty schemes, the Heavenly Demon Cult had spent a thousand years perfecting its hierarchy.
One. All ranks, including Great Lords, are determined solely by martial prowess.
One. Superiors must unconditionally accept challenges from inferiors.
One. Inferiors must unconditionally obey superiors.
…
Even the lowest military unit of the Heavenly Demon Cult, the Hell Unit—also called the Ten-Thousand Demon Unit because it housed nearly ten thousand warriors—followed these rules. The various military units, organized with little interest beyond martial skill and loyalty to the Cult Leader, had developed their own custom: aside from Great Lords, Vice Great Lords, and Unit Lords, all other members were referred to by their internal ranking number rather than their real names or aliases.
“Hey, 8989, you awake? You okay?”
“Ugh… 5882 sis… Where the hell are we?”
Two Hell Unit members sat imprisoned on either side of a thick iron bar.
“I don’t know. I woke up a few hours ago. No sunlight, no people… This has to be some underground prison! Damn it!”
8989 tried channeling her inner energy to shake the bars, but they didn’t budge an inch—like a child trying to move a house-sized boulder.
“Nngh! What the hell is this made of? Did they mix in ten-thousand-year cold iron?”
“I’ve been pounding on it for ages and it still won’t move.”
“Still, isn’t this prison a bit too bright for an underground cell? There aren’t even any torches.”
“Huh? Now that you mention it…”
Three large night pearls were embedded in the high ceiling above them.
‘One of those could buy an entire five-story pleasure house in any decent city…’
“Hm? Sis, did you say something?”
“N-no. More importantly, we’re locked up here—where did 6974 go!?”
“Maybe they separated the men and women…?”
“Is that it? Aaargh, this is so annoying! If we hadn’t eaten duck stew with that idiot, we wouldn’t be in this mess. The only answer is that he was a spy for the Murim Alliance!”
“That… probably isn’t it. Even so, his mother is the Great Lord of the Human Unit. Unless he has two lives…”
“No! That bastard’s eyes when he looked at women were weird from the start. Whenever he got bored he’d stare with that strange gaze. Obviously he fell for some honey trap.”
“B-but… with a face like that, isn’t it understandable?”
“Well, yeah… Ahem! You! How many times do I have to tell you? You’re trying to ruin your future by getting marked by the higher-ups, aren’t you!?”
“N-no… it’s not like thaaat…”
“Because of you, I’m… Ugh, forget it. Talking more will only make my mouth hurt. You! If you don’t manage your expressions and emotions properly from now on, you’re in for it!”
“Hing, but…”
“Got it or not!?”
“I got it…”
8989 wore a sulky expression on the outside, but inside she was seething.
‘Tch, acting all innocent while wagging her tail like that—does she think I don’t notice?’