The Third Test (2)
Some time had passed—perhaps several hours, or maybe even days. Trapped behind iron bars with nothing to do, the two women's near-peak martial arts were utterly useless. The helplessness gnawing at them brought along friends like thirst, hunger, and the urge to urinate. Just as they were seriously considering whether they would have to resort to the "drinking urine" technique they had only studied in theory back at the Heavenly Demon Cult, footsteps echoed from the darkness beyond the reach of the night pearls.
- Thud… - Thud… Thud…
The sound of someone slowly descending the stairs grew louder until a figure appeared before the bars holding the two female masters. "6974!?"
Standing before them was none other than 6974, the candidate for the position of Young Cult Leader of the Sex Demon Cult, clad in a pink robe and ready to proselytize for new followers.
"You two are safe. Good."
The women immediately bombarded him with questions—why was 6974 free to roam, why was he wearing that ridiculous pink outfit, where exactly were they, and most importantly, whether he could get them out. 6974 answered calmly: this was the underground prison beneath the Sex Demon Cult's secret headquarters, he had been recruited and had risen to a fairly high position within their ranks.
"…Dead either way, so what does it matter? Besides, the Sex Demon Cult ordered me to recruit you two."
He then launched into a detailed pitch, extolling the virtues of serving the Sex Demon instead of the Heavenly Demon, the cult's deeper history and profound cultivation methods, and the familial atmosphere among its members—everything that supposedly made the Sex Demon Cult superior to the Heavenly Demon Cult.
"This is ridiculous. Apostasy is a capital offense! 6974, have you lost your mind? If this gets out, the Execution Squad will definitely come for your head! And now you're trying to recruit us? Can you even handle the consequences!?"
5882 shouted furiously, gripping the bars. But when she realized she was the only one making noise, a sense of unease crept in. She turned toward 8989 and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Hey! You horny bitch! Are you really abandoning the cult just because of a man's face!?"
8989 had already knelt demurely before 6974, ready to receive his teachings.
"This maiden… seems ready to accept the teachings of the Sex Demon Cult…"
8989's cheeks flushed crimson while 5882's eyes burned red with rage.
The Sex Demon Cult had four primary methods of recruitment. The first applied to the Cult Leader or Young Cult Leader candidates, who were "marked" without their knowledge through special means passed down through generations. The cult's intelligence unit, the Ear Sharp Squad, would escort—read: abduct—them to the deepest parts of the headquarters for testing. From the moment they arrived unconscious, they were considered members.
The second method was recommendation. Existing members could recommend candidates who then underwent aptitude and character tests followed by long-term training before being officially accepted. Since the cult did not allow hereditary membership, this path was mainly used for members' children or orphans, who received early education and vessel-refining techniques from a young age. Most high-ranking officials came from this route.
The third method was voluntary recruitment. The Female Skill Squad personally approached skilled female masters from the orthodox and unorthodox sects who were too valuable to waste in the jianghu yet harbored secret, unmentionable sexual inclinations. These recruits generally possessed higher martial prowess relative to their rank and reported greater satisfaction.
The final method was receiving the "grace of the flesh" directly from the Sex Demon, Young Cult Leader, or a candidate. Absorbing their bodily fluids or accepting marks such as bite marks, handprints on the buttocks, or defloration instantly granted membership. Importantly, this only counted if the recipient accepted it of their own will—forced acts did not qualify. This was why the Sex Demon and Young Cult Leaders had never become synonymous with "rapist" in the jianghu; a strict system of responsibility had been in place since the first Sex Demon.
Those who joined through this final method were uniquely allowed dual affiliation with other sects, such as the Heavenly Demon Cult or Mount Hua Sect. As long as the member kept silent, their original sect would never know. In the cult's nearly thousand-year history, such dual members had rarely suffered consequences.
- Vrrrr, click.
Following the rhythm Han Go-sam had taught him, 6974 channeled a thread of inner energy into the lock of 8989's cell. Despite its appearance, the door opened easily. He stepped inside.
Once inside, he explained his status as a Young Cult Leader candidate and finished detailing the remaining recruitment methods to both women—8989 sitting demurely and 5882 maintaining her defiant posture.
"You traitorous bastards! What the hell are you two plotting!?"
Ignoring 5882's outburst, 6974 turned to 8989. Before he could even finish speaking, she began removing her robe, folding it neatly and stacking it beside her.
"Young Master, I offer my apologies for my previous rudeness. Please… allow this maiden to join the cult."
After carefully folding even her undergarments and stacking them, she prostrated herself before him with a bright smile, performing a deep bow.
For a moment, 6974 nearly lost himself to the erotic sight. His dragon rose to attention as he shed the pink robe.
- Rustle, rustle.
In his previous life, before awakening, he had proudly displayed his impressive length during the Heavenly Demon Cult's dawn group training. No pants or loincloth could fully conceal that symbol of masculinity. Fellow cultists had either stared in envy or mockingly nicknamed him "Jade-Faced Giant Dragon."
"Not that my face was particularly jade-like…"
His household had been well-off enough for bronze mirrors. His face had remained largely the same across reincarnations, though this life had refined his features slightly through martial training.
Yet 8989's bone-deep submission felt unnatural and suspicious. 5882's rebellious attitude seemed far more normal. This test could fail if mishandled, so he had planned to approach their union with extreme caution—like the frenzy in the "room."
…He had been an idiot to think that even one moment ago.
- Slap, slap, slap-slap-slap.
"Haang♡ Haaang♡ Young Master’s cock♡ It’s the best♡ More, shove it deeper♡ Even if my pussy gets ruined, it feels so good♡"
Red foam still clung to their joined flesh, yet 8989—lying on the prison floor using her own undergarments as a pillow—sucked greedily with her lower mouth like a starving whore. How her insides could possibly devour a full foot-long dragon was beyond comprehension.
"Gulp……"
5882 swallowed hard nearby, watching their union without needing any inner energy enhancement. 6974 deliberately shifted 8989 into a position where 5882 could see everything clearly, then resumed his powerful thrusts.
- Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Kyaaang♡ Watching from the front is even better♡"
He pounded slowly, angling each thrust so 5882 could witness the entire length disappearing inside.
"What are you doing!? Ugh! If something that stupidly huge goes in… I-I’ll definitely… I’ll stop being me…"
8989's inner walls clung desperately to his shaft, stretching and yielding with every withdrawal and thrust.
"I'm cumming inside! Let's make this initiation official!"
"Heuu♡ Eh?♡ Fill my baby room, kyahang♡ Pump Young Master’s seed until it overflows♡ Turn this Heavenly Demon Cult virgin pussy into Young Master’s exclusive cum-dump♡"
- Spurt, spurt, spurt!
- Squirt, squirt-squirt, squirt!
"Kyahang♡ No, I can't♡ Young Master is seeing me pee♡ Hiyaaang♡ I-I shouldn't be doing this♡"
The sight of a peak-level Heavenly Demon Cult female master climaxing and losing control of her bladder—yet still desperately trying to hold back the golden stream—was truly a masterpiece.
- Squirt, squirt!
8989's nectar sprayed everywhere, including into 5882's open mouth as she watched in a daze.
"He… heeh? Lick… slurp…… Uuu, I-I drank it!?"
The thick scent of sex and male musk filling the damp dungeon air had already broken 5882. She sat collapsed, reaching through the bars with both hands to greedily scoop up the sticky fluids from the dusty floor and shove them into her mouth.
"Slurp, slurp… More, give me more……"
6974 gently laid the unconscious 8989 down, stepped out of the cell, and stood before 5882's door. Placing his hand on the bars, he whispered to her.
"You want to join the Sex Demon Cult?"
"Yes! Yes! Please let me join! Feed me lots of delicious things! Please!"
"Hmm, your sincerity seems a little lacking?"
5882 immediately stripped off her robe and undergarments, folding them just as 8989 had and stacking them neatly beside her. Her hands trembled so badly that the breast wrap toppled over; she frantically picked it up and refolded it with care before placing it atop the pile. Once she had neatly stacked even her loincloth on top, she cried out desperately.
"P-Please forgive me! Ram your magnificent cock deep into this pathetic Heavenly Demon Cult female master's pussy! Grant me proper teachings! Hoooot♡ Hurry, big brother♡"
Watching her hips sway side to side in desperate invitation, 6974 channeled inner energy into the lock.
"Ah, to think I must face an uncivilized Heavenly Demon Cult expert. As the Young Cult Leader, I have no choice but to fight for the sake of the Sex Demon Cult."
"???"
5882's thighs twisted together in confusion, her face a picture of bewilderment. In this industry—or rather, in the Sex Demon Cult—this was the greatest reward imaginable.