Transmigrated with my corruption system

Chapter 183: Chapter 182: A little Punishment [R-18]

Waving his arm, Ulric dispelled his Absolute Stillness as a wry smile spread across his face.

Instantly, the charging figures locked in frozen postures broke free. Their bodies moved to attack the space where the dark-robed youth had once stood.

But just as they expected, his figure had already vanished, appearing at one edge of the training room.

Pausing briefly, they all turned their gazes toward Ulric as a multitude of emotions flashed across their faces.

Even if they attacked at full strength, they had never anticipated their strikes leaving even the slightest trace of damage on the black-robed youth. He was simply that strong.

But given the time and effort they had poured into their training, they had hoped that with their combined strength they could at least display their growth by forcing him into a single exchange.

They just never thought he could shatter their momentum before they even launched it.

And that last move?

They had seen him use it against various opponents and knew how powerful it was. But seeing it and experiencing it were two entirely different things.

They could only imagine the dread weaker opponents felt when they believed they stood a chance against him.

It was terrifying. Far too terrifying.

At the side, staring at their downcast expressions, Ulric offered,

"Tell you what, how about I limit my strength to yours? Then we can try it all agai—"

Before the words could even leave his lips, excited squeals cut across the training chamber as the figures charged at him once more, a little too eagerly.

Causing Ulric’s lips to twitch slightly.

They didn’t really think it would be that easy, right?

Even with his base strength suppressed, it was never an equal fight to begin with. His physique, cultivated senses, extreme affinity, and immunity to the elements gave him a far greater edge than they could even begin to wrap their minds around.

Something Aelira and the rest soon learned the hard way.

No matter the angle or magnitude of the attacks they launched at the youth, he somehow maneuvered through them, dodging effortlessly while launching counterattacks that landed with eerie precision.

They wanted to cry out that it wasn’t fair.

But nothing about multiple figures launching coordinated attacks against one person was fair to begin with.

Not that it mattered.

In their minds, the black-robed figure before them was an undefeated monster, no matter what rank he limited his strength to.

But if they ever managed to defeat him, it would be a pleasant surprise.

Maybe not today, Tara and the rest quietly mused.

But one day, their strength would grow enough to rival and surpass him, even if it took all of them working together.

Maybe then they could wipe that smirk off his face.

Soon, the once-intense sparring session morphed into Ulric personally training them.

They excelled in raw power and elemental force but were placed at a massive disadvantage due to their lack of combat experience.

Still, even though Ulric appeared to be handling their attacks effortlessly from an outside perspective, he was honestly shocked on the inside.

He simply didn’t want to show it.

Afraid they would grow even cockier than they already were.

With each exchange, the amazement in his eyes deepened. Only sheer self-control prevented him from bursting into laughter.

Unbeknownst to everyone present, the grave expression on the dark-robed youth’s face slowly eased away before vanishing entirely.

In its place, a glint of determination formed deep within his eyes.

His fate would not be determined by a single vision.

So what if he stood at the pinnacle of the world and still couldn’t protect those he cared for most?

Then he would become even stronger.

And stronger still. Until it was finally enough. And he knew exactly how.

Looking at the sprawled figures lying across the ground, drenched in sweat, the smile on Ulric’s face widened.

Since the beginning of his path to power until now, he had mostly relied on his awakened talent and potential to grow stronger. Though his system had clearly played a major role as well.

Still, he had a feeling he hadn’t been abusing it enough.

Time to change that. And what better time to start than now by farming a massive hoard of corruption points?

With that in mind, Ulric walked forward, crouching beside Lyra’s frame while drawing the attention of Amber and the rest.

But Ulric paid little mind to it.

Stretching out one arm, he reached forward and stroked her silvery-white hair, marveling at how smooth it felt as he breathed softly.

"You did a good job," Ulric praised, patting her head gently.

Instantly, her flushed face brightened even further. Her purple eyes gleamed with mischief, almost as if urging him to praise her some more.

Instead, his expression shifted slightly as he continued.

"But you’ve been... a bad girl."

He muttered the words easily enough. After all, she had clearly been the leader behind the little stunt.

"Now... it’s time for punishment."

A menacing grin spread across his face.

"Huh?" Lyra gasped, a troubled look forming across her features.

But as she watched the youth slowly loosen his robe, all of it vanished. The blush on her face spread all the way down her neck.

Before he could say anything else, however, the room erupted into a series of murmurs, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"No... wait..."

"Me too..."

"What about me..."

Just as the murmurs were beginning to grow louder, Lyra rose to her knees, her voice echoing across the room.

"No! He said me!"

Sighing helplessly, Ulric slipped free from his robe. His thick shaft sprang free.

Followed by silence.

Swallowing audibly, Lyra stared at the throbbing cock hovering over her face as her lips slowly parted.

She had waited for a moment like this for so long that it almost felt surreal.

Lyra’s purple eyes gleamed with hunger as she leaned forward, her soft lips parting wider to take the thick head of Ulric’s cock into her warm mouth.

She started slow, savoring him. Her tongue swirled lovingly around the swollen tip, tracing every ridge and vein as she sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks. The salty taste of his skin mixed with the lingering scent of sex made her moan softly around him.

Ulric groaned deeply, one hand resting on top of her silvery-white hair. "That’s it... nice and slow," he murmured, voice low and commanding.

He let her set the pace for now, watching with dark satisfaction as she gradually took more of him. Inch by inch, her warm, wet mouth enveloped his thick shaft, her tongue pressing flat against the underside while she bobbed her head with deliberate care.

The other women watched with barely contained desire. Amber bit her lip, Tara’s orange eyes burned with envy, and Aelira shifted restlessly on her knees. Soft murmurs of

"My turn soon..." and "Don’t be greedy, Lyra" filled the air, but Lyra ignored them, completely focused on pleasing him.

Ulric’s grip in her hair tightened slightly. "Deeper," he ordered, his tone growing firmer. Lyra obeyed, pushing forward until the fat head nudged the entrance of her throat.

She gagged softly but didn’t pull back, her eyes watering as she held him there, throat fluttering around him. The intense pressure and wet heat drew a low growl from Ulric’s chest.

He began moving, slow thrusts that pushed a little deeper each time. Every controlled stroke forced more of his thick cock past the tight ring of her throat, making it bulge visibly.

Lyra’s hands clutched his thighs for support as thick strands of saliva dripped from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

The slow, intense rhythm built unbearable tension. Ulric savored every wet choke, every spasm of her throat milking his shaft. "Good girl... just like that," he praised, voice rough with pleasure.

But the restraint didn’t last long.

His crimson eyes darkened. Without warning, his grip on her hair turned iron-hard. "Enough teasing." In one brutal motion, he thrust forward, forcing the entire length of his massive cock down her throat until his heavy balls rested against her chin.

"Glllk—!!" Lyra’s eyes flew wide open, tears spilling instantly as her throat convulsed violently around the sudden, savage intrusion. Ulric didn’t give her any time to adjust. He pulled back just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath through her nose, then slammed back in with savage force.

The slow, sensual worship vanished as he fucked her face hard and relentlessly.

Wet, obscene gagging sounds filled the training room as he pounded her throat with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust made her silvery hair bounce wildly, her breasts jiggling with the violent rhythm.

"Fuck... take it all," Ulric snarled, both hands now gripping her head as he used her mouth without restraint.

Lyra’s throat bulged obscenely with every brutal plunge, thick ropes of saliva pouring down her chin and splashing onto the floor. Her purple eyes rolled back slightly, completely lost in the overwhelming domination, yet she never tried to pull away.

The other women watched with wide eyes and flushed faces, their own thighs pressed together in arousal. Amber whispered breathlessly, "So rough..." while the rest shifted impatiently, clearly aching for their turn.

Ulric’s pace became feral. He held Lyra’s head in place and thrust deep, grinding his cock against the back of her throat before pulling back and slamming in again.

The wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds mixed with her desperate, muffled choking moans.

Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, Ulric buried himself to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her chin. His cock pulsed violently as he exploded straight down her throat.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her in powerful spurts. Lyra’s eyes widened, throat working frantically as she swallowed every drop, gulping noisily around his throbbing shaft. Ulric kept her pinned there until the last pulse emptied into her stomach, only then slowly pulling out with a wet pop.

Lyra collapsed forward slightly, gasping and coughing, thick strings of saliva and cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Her face was a beautiful mess — tear-streaked, flushed, and utterly satisfied.

Ulric stroked her hair gently, the grin on his face widening.