Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 761: Chapter 761 - Deflowering the Slut Food Plate

He stood. His body, rising, was before her. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft pale, veined, massive, was there.

He opened the rope. Her ankle, the silk binding, was untied. Her leg, freed, fell to the side. He spread her. Her legs, the brown limbs, were parted. Her pussy, the shaved mound, the bare, swollen, glistening lips, was open.

His cock, twelve inches, laid over her belly. The shaft, the pale, thick, veined shaft, rested on her brown skin. The head, the crimson, the broad, flat surface, reached her belly button.

She could feel it. The cockhead, the hot, heavy, broad surface, on her skin. On her belly button. The heat, the weight, the divine qi radiating from the shaft, was there. The length, the twelve inches, the distance from her pussy to her belly button, was the measure. The cock, the divine organ, was that long.

It was like the cucumber. The cucumber that had been cut, placed on the food tray, a dish, a prop. The vegetable, the thick, green, phallic vegetable, was there. His cock, on her belly, was like that cucumber. No. It was bigger. Much, much bigger. The cucumber, the vegetable, was a child’s toy compared to the divine organ on her skin.

Her internal thoughts, the maiden’s thoughts, the virgin’s thoughts, the thoughts of a woman who had never seen a cock and was now looking at the largest, most terrifying, most divine cock in existence, were a mess. A complete, devastating, reality-breaking mess.

’It is... it is so long. It reaches my belly button. It is... it is thick. Like... like the cucumber. No. Bigger. Much bigger. The veins. The ridges. The head. The crimson head. It is... it is going to... it is going to go inside me? Inside my... my...’

Her eyes, bleary, wet, looking at him, were the eyes of a frightened animal. She shook her head. Vigorously. The panty, the fabric, shifted. Her hands, the tied wrists, pulled. The silk, the bindings, held. She could not move.

He pushed his cock. The head, the crimson, the hot, slick surface, against her pussy. The entrance, the virgin, the tight, never-penetrated entrance. The contact, the divine qi, the heat, the pressure, was there.

"I will make you a perfect hooker," he said. His voice was low. The words, the strange, almost tender, almost reassuring words, were there. As if he was telling her that this was not a transaction. That she was not a prostitute. That this was something else.

And then he slammed.

PAAAH!

The scream, the muffled, raw, primal, earth-shattering scream of a woman being impaled, tore through the gag. Her legs, the freed and tied limbs, spread wider. His hips, driving, forced them apart. Her brown skin, her full thighs, were pushed.

His cock, twelve inches, the head, the broad, flat, crimson surface, drove into her virgin pussy. The entrance, the tight, untouched, hymen-covered entrance, yielded. The hymen, the thin membrane, the barrier of her purity, tore. The blood, the red, thin fluid, flowed. Against his cock. Against her thighs. Onto the tray.

Her eyes, beneath the panty, rolled. The whites showed. The pain, the searing, tearing, impossible pain of a virgin pussy being penetrated by a divine cock, was beyond anything. Beyond words. Beyond comprehension. Beyond endurance.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood, emerged. The head, crimson, dripped. The shaft, pale, was red. Her blood, the virgin blood, was on him.

He slammed again.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!!"

The scream, louder, rawer, more desperate, was there. His cock, deeper, six inches, eight inches, drove in. The walls, the virgin walls, the untouched, tight, spiritual-tissue muscles, stretched. The friction, the heat, the pain, the divine qi, was overwhelming.

He leaned. His hands, large and pale, found her boobs. The brown mounds, the full, soft flesh, were groped. His fingers, digging into the flesh, squeezed. The dark nipples, stiff, were between his fingers. He pinched. Twisted. His mouth, his lips, found one nipple. He sucked. The brown nub, the dark peak, was taken.

He fucked her. The rhythm, the pace, was building. His hips, driving, moved. In and out. The sound, the flesh slapping, his pelvis against her brown skin, echoed.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

Her screams, the muffled, continuous, raw screams of a woman being deflowered, filled the room. Her tears, the streaming, falling, soaking tears, were there. Her body, the full frame, was rocked. Each thrust drove her into the tray. The dishes, the fruits, the sauces, shifted. Fell. The food, the arrangement, was ruined. The plate, the woman, was being fucked.

The headmistress, seated, watching, her dark eyes, her composed face, held the observation. The thought, the recollection, the counting, was there.

’Three women. Three women have lost their virginity to him. The young woman from the academy. Bai. The childhood friend of her son. Lau. Fucked on the altar. Then the twin women. The princess and the junior sister. Fucked in the chambers. And now this woman. This merchant’s daughter. This virgin. Fucked on a food tray.’

’She couldn’t blame herself. But still she saw. The cries. The pain. The blood. The women, the virgins, the maidens, being destroyed. Being remade. Being turned into his pets. One by one.’

’A new kink. A new thing she had learned. Manipulation. It was good. It was effective. This woman, this merchant’s daughter, had been delivered. By her. By the headmistress. The manipulation, the emotional engineering, the exploitation of a desperate woman’s love for her father, had worked.’

She watched. The cries, the screams, the muffled moans of the woman getting fucked on the tray, filled the room. The woman’s legs, held, the brown skin, were in Tianlong’s hands. He held her ankles. Her legs, spread, were up. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the bleeding, swollen, deflowered cunt, was impaled.

His hips, driving, blurred. The flesh slapping, the wet, obscene, continuous sound of divine fucking, echoed.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"

Her body, the full frame, was being destroyed. Her maidenhood, her purity, her innocence, was being torn. Her pussy, the virgin walls, the tight muscles, were being stretched. Remade. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her walls, through her meridians, was changing her. Her cultivation, the Core Formation, the base she had worked years to build, was responding.

The positions changed. From the tray, he lifted her. Against the wall. Her back, the brown skin, against the purple crystal. Her legs, wrapped around his waist. His cock, driving upward, slammed into her womb. The cervix, the tight ring, was stretched. The head, the broad surface, passed. The womb, the sacred space, was penetrated.

PAAAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!!"

Her screams, the raw, continuous, primal screams, filled the room. Her brown boobs, the full mounds, pressed against his golden chest. The dark nipples, stiff, scraped his skin. Her arms, her freed hands, around his neck, held. Her fingers, the slender digits, gripped his dark hair.

He fucked her against the wall. The crystal, the purple surface, was cold against her back. His body, golden, warm, was against her front. The contrast, the cold and the hot, the stone and the flesh, was overwhelming.

He spread her cunt. His hands, on her pussy, his fingers, spreading her lips. The interior, the pink, the glistening, the bleeding walls, was visible. The cock, driving, the shaft, the head, was seen. Going in. Coming out. The friction, the stretch, the divine qi, was there.

Then doggy. On the bed. On her hands and knees. Her brown ass, the full, round cheeks, raised. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, bleeding, dripping cunt, presented. His cock, from behind, drove in. The angle, the depth, the new position, was different. The head, pressing against her front wall, against her G-spot, was a new sensation.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

Then lifted. His hands, on her hips, raised her. Her body, the full frame, was lifted. Her back, against his chest. His arms, around her waist, held her. Her legs, spread, were over his thighs. His cock, driving upward, was inside her. His hands, one on her boobs, one on her pussy. The double stimulation, the cock inside and the fingers on her clit, was overwhelming.

She bounced. Her body, the full frame, moved up and down. His hips, driving upward, met her. The impact, the flesh slapping, his thighs against her ass, was loud.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"