Li Qingmu's eyes snapped open to pitch black.
The air was damp, heavy with the scent of wet stone.
There was also a sweet scent… like overripe peaches left too long in the sun.
Cold, rough rock scraped the hard skin of his palms as he pushed himself up.
Somewhere high above, water dripped.
plink… plink… plink.
This was surely some kind of cave.
He stood slowly in his half-torn robe and stretched his arms out like a blind man.
Fingers brushed jagged walls slick with moss.
He took one cautious step forward then froze.
He could hear female voices. Dozens of them.
He edged toward the faint red glow at the cave mouth and slipped behind a waist-high boulder to peek.
His breath died in his throat.
Twenty-six fairy maiden elder sisters of the Blood Spider Sect lounged around a cavern lit by blood-red lanterns that hung from spider silk.
Most wore only scraps of crimson gauze.
Some had let the fabric fall entirely, pink nipples stiff in the cool air.
Their heavy breasts swayed as they talked.
Others stood with hips cocked, thin silk panties cutting deep between plush pearly cheeks that spilled out like freshly kneaded dough… soft, pale, trembling righteously each time they shifted weight.
The sight punched him low in the gut.
A wave of heat slammed through his veins.
His knees buckled.
He dropped hard as his palms scraped stone.
"What… the hell is wrong with me?"
He painfully hissed under his breath and shook his head like a wet dog.
His crotch throbbed like it was alive.
"This has to be those two sisters' sect…"
He forced himself still and listened.
" He's better than any man in that rotting village."
One elder sister purred softly as she traced a finger along her collarbone.
"Just smelling him from the cave mmm ♥️ it made my legs shake."
"Quality is quality."
Another snorted, arms crossed under breasts so full the gauze barely contained them.
"But we still need quantity if we want to break the Empress's seal. One man, no matter how thick his yang simply can't feed twenty-six of us enough to crack ten thousand years of ice."
"Ten thousand years and she still hasn't woken."
A third sighed, rolling a nipple between her nails.
She was preparing herself for their junior brother.
It was like a stubborn child who couldn't wait to play with their new toy.
"Sigh~ I'm tired. We've drained entire towns dry and it barely moved the chains."
Li Qingmu tilted his head.
"Empress?"
He mouthed silently.
Matriarch, probably.
Some ancient monster sleeping under the mountain.
Typical demonic sect nonsense.
A soft giggle rippled through the cavern.
Then a sudden silence followed.
Twenty-six pairs of charming vixen eyes turned toward his hiding spot at once.
"Oh my… junior brother is awake~"
The two Savage Silk Sisters glided forward.
Their red robes hung open, breasts bouncing freely.
Looking at it alone would tell you if was full of milk.
After all their nipples were hard and covered in patches of dried milk that smelled sweet.
The taller one smiled like a cat who'd found cream.
As she walked, her hand slipped between her thighs.
Fingers pressed the thin silk against her soaking mound and began to rub in slow enticing circles.
Schlick… schlick…
Clear nectar soaked through instantly to darken the fabric as it shamelessly dripped in shining strings down her luscious inner thighs.
Nn—!? A-, auuu…! ♥️
A breathy moan escaped her lips.
"Junior brother~"
She sang like an angel.
"Won't you play with your lonely elder sisters?"
Behind her, the others fanned out to block the only exit as their mini robes slid from their shoulders.
Even their panties were already tugged aside.
Hungry smiles all around.
Li Qingmu straightened.
Ashamed? Him?
Scared of twenty-six beauties whose combined weight couldn't match Zhen Rou's left thigh?
Please.
He stepped out from behind the rock.
This young cultivator was calm as morning mist.
Three sisters flashed forward.
Two slammed him back against the wall as their soft hands dived into his torn robe.
Soft palms glided over his skinny chest.
Delicate fingers found his nipples and pinched.
"Junior brother's nipples are soft ♥️"
"Mmm~ too bad ours are always hard."
"Does junior brother want a feel?"
They twisted and rolled both his nipples, hoping to force a shy look out of him.
Electric pleasure shot straight to his groin.
"Mmm…"
One hummed against his ear and licked his canal.
"So sensitive…"
But Li Qingmu could barely hear her over the feeling of her hot saliva seeping into his ear.
She was licking him there like a shameless dog.
Yet it was immensely arousing.
The third elder sister dropped to her knees.
Her hand wrapped around the obscene bulge that curved out like a folded eggplant.
"Junior Brother is so big down there~"
She could barely hold it.
That alone made her want to be torn in half by it.
Her slimy tongue traced the shell of his other ear.
"Do you know what kind of sect we are?"
Her huge breasts squished against his stomach, nipples hard as pebbles.
Li Qingmu bit his lip to keep from moaning.
"What kind?"
She gave him a deep, wet, filthy kiss.
She tasted his slimy tongue more than his lips but that was how she liked it.
The sensation of swallowing his hot saliva.
But she pulled away when she got drunk on it.
Her mouth was filled with his thick saliva that felt like water and thick squishy lumps.
She swallowed a mouthful of his saliva.
"Nguuuu♥️…?! So thick… it's sticking to my throat…"
She had almost forgotten he asked a question.
"Uhhhn~ yes, we're a sect… I forgot…"
As she talked, Li Qingmu could see the thick strings of saliva in her small mouth.
"The sweetest kind, dear. We practice dual… no, group cultivation. Even the most upright man squirms and empties every drop of yang for sweet sisters like us. Fufu~"
"And?" Li Qingmu asked with discomfort.
The two at his sides twisted his nipples harder.
The one below squeezed his throbbing shaft like she was wringing laundry.
"In short~ we're going to ruin you until the only thing you can spurt is tears."
Robes hit the floor all around.
Naked bodies closed in.
Then the sister gripping his meat coughed.
Two times, very painful "hack hack"sounds.
She stumbled back, hands flying to her mouth.
The others turned to statues.
"Little Seventh? What's wrong—"
She dropped to her knees, gorgeous face in pain.
A strangled sound escaped her throat.
Then she vomited.
Not bile… thick, clear fluid, like pure saliva.
At the exact same moment, her plump pinkish ass began to tremble as the cheeks jiggled violently Iike something alive was crawling beneath its skin.
"Ah—AAAAAHHHH!!"
Her back arched.
Her legs spread wide on instinct.
Everyone could see her extremely private parts and how it was covered in little bits of hair.
A golden stream burst from between her thighs.
It was hot, forceful, utterly shameless.
It had a strong ammonia scent, but anything that came out of a beautiful woman was arousing.
It shot out in a perfect arc, hissing against the cave floor as it gently splashed up in steaming droplets that caught the red lantern light like liquid rubies.
"It's coming ouuut…!"
She slapped her hands over her peach but it kept gushing out like a sprinkler.
Some of it even sprayed on her.
She was doused in her own hot urine.
"Nnaaaa~ Leak… leaking… I'm leaking outttt~♥️"
The elder sisters couldn't believe their eyes.
No man had ever made fairy maiden elder sisters like them look so graceless.
She kept squirting… long, rhythmic jets, each one ripping a broken moan from her throat. Her eyes rolled back as her slimy tongue lolled.
Drool, tears and pee mixed on her cheeks.
"Haa… haaa… so much yang… I feel… I feel—"
Another gush, harder than the last, drumming against stone like rain on a temple roof.
Her golden water was all over the floor.
She was soaked in her own puddle.
The sensation made her peach burn so hard that she wanted to rub herself until she cried.
But she couldn't stop peeing first.
She collapsed sideways as her thighs twitched.
What used to be an elder sister was now a satisfied lady with a delirious smile on her face.
She slept in her own puddle of shame.
The cavern went dead silent.
Then someone screamed.
"Look! Her hand—the mark!"
On the back of Little Seventh's hand, a blood-red spider lily had bloomed.
Its delicate petals were glowing!
Blood Life Detection Technique!
It was used for instant pregnancy confirmation.
As elder sisters who slept with so many men it wasn't unusual to get pregnant… they would use this to catch it early and refine the premature pregnancy into a pill that would improve their cultivation.
But how could she be pregnant already?
The sisters stumbled back as one.
"H-, How… we barely touched him!"
"That fast? Impossible!"
"Unless…"
An elder sister's voice cracked.
"Dragon Fertility Dao Body…"
"That legend died millions of years ago!"
"No wonder just standing near him made my peach hot and my womb clench…"
They looked at Li Qingmu.
At no point was he ever in danger.
But they certainly were.
He lowered his head.
Ding!
[Blood Spider Sect sisters are Qi Condensation to Early Core Formation. Their womb quality rangers from low to common so offspring will grant minimal rewards.]
Li Qingmu nodded slowly.
Waste of seed. Nobles like Zhen Rou were rare.
These women? Pretty toys at best.
He untied his belt.
The rough cloth slid down skinny hips.
His stalk sprang free.
It was thick, veined, already glistening at the tip.
It pointed straight at the trembling crowd.
Little Seventh's belly was already rounding.
"I'm getting… nnn… pregnant…"
The skin of her slender stomach stretched taut.
Faint golden lines crawled across it like roots.
Her stomach inflated "fssssh" until it was full.
[Ding! Impregnation success. You've been rewarded with a movement technique manual!]
Li Qingmu cracked his neck.
"You made all that noise and one little squirt from my dragon drops your sister like a broken doll… and now you want to run?"
He stepped forward.
The sisters backed up until their smooth bare shoulders touched cold rock.
One brave soul lifted a trembling finger.
"S-, Surely junior brother isn't so greedy he wants all twenty-six of us at once—"
He grabbed her wrist mid-sentence, spun her, slammed her chest-first against the wall. One hand pinned both her slender wrists at the small of her back while the other pressed lightly against her neck.
Her juicy ass lifted on instinct.
It was round, perfect, quivering with the fear of being brutally penetrated by this Impregnating Fiend!
The others froze, too terrified to flee.
Foundation Establishment cultivators among them yet none dared move.
She looked back over her shoulder.
Her eyes widened and luscious lips trembled.
But those weren't the only lips trembling.
The one between her legs was sucking in and out like it also wanted to cry.
To get penetrated by him was surely a punishment.
"I—I'm sorry, we shouldn't have—"
Li Qingmu didn't let her finish.
He drove in.
One brutal thrust.
Every inch swallowed by hot, impossibly tight flesh.
Her silky walls clamped down like an octopus.
Her long tongue lolled out instantly.
"Haaauuunnn♥️!"
Her eyes rolled.
A broken scream turned into a deep moan as saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
He pinned her harder, hips flush against that plush ass as he gratefully savored the way her pearl-like cheeks spread and hugged him.
For women who drained men daily, she was virgin-tight.
Her puffy lower lips sucked greedily at his base.
It would even fart once in a while.
"N-, No… ahh… stop…"
She whimpered, but her hips were already rolling back to meet him.
Li Qingmu leaned in, breath hot against her ear.
"If I had begged the twenty-six of you to spare me would you have listened?"
She gulped as her throat bobbed under his palm.
PSSSSSSSSHHH!
Hot golden water exploded from her clogged peach.
It was a hard pee.
It splashed like water all over his abdomen.
No answer was answer enough.
In the cultivation world, there was no good or evil.
Only those who act and survive their actions!
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