Free Web NovelChapter 35: 35. Taking The Bold One’s Virginity(18+)
Deep within the shifting, unpredictable corridors of the subterranean labyrinth, Ye Chen pulled himself up from the cold stone floor.
The ancient spatial array had worked flawlessly. The terrifying apex predator, Lu Jianxiao, was completely isolated in the western sector, cut off from his daughter and his elite guards.
Ye Chen reached into his robes and pulled out a rare, blood-red Sound Transmitting Soul Jade. With a vicious squeeze, he shattered the taboo relic, establishing a direct spiritual link across the spatial barriers.
"Old Ancestor, the trap is sprung," Ye Chen whispered frantically into the dissolving smoke, feeding the exact coordinates of the isolated western chamber through the connection.
"Lu Jianxiao is completely trapped. Go, slaughter him while he is vulnerable. You will find the twins alongside him."
Ye Chen crushed the remaining dust in his palm, his ordinary face twisting into a highly unhinged, predatory smile.
With the demonic patriarch supposedly keeping Lu Jianxiao busy, Ye Chen was free to hunt down Lu Mushuang himself.
Elsewhere in the decaying ruins, standing at the very nexus of the shattered spatial array, a horrific, suffocating aura violently flared to life.
Old Ancestor Yin Ghost received the spatial coordinates from the fractured jade. To the untrained eye, he appeared as a frail, hunched elder in faded robes, but faint, ghostly tendrils of dense pink and black energy continuously writhed beneath his skin.
He looked toward the western corridor where Lu Jianxiao was supposedly trapped, a raspy, deeply sinister chuckle escaping his cracked lips.
"The young fool actually expects me to clash with a fellow Peak Nascent Soul monster over a pair of Foundation Establishment girls?" the Old Ancestor sneered, his cloudy eyes gleaming with ancient malice.
"I am an apex predator, not his hired assassin."
Instead of moving west, the old Daoist closed his eyes and deliberately channeled his core technique, the Nine Heavens Forbidden Bliss Scripture.
The taboo demonic art pulsed outward, sending invisible, lust-seeking tendrils through the various spatial sectors.
Suddenly, a twisted, blood-red prompt materialized within his own evil-path Fate System interface:
[TARGET EVALUATION: SUPREME YIN DETECTED]
Target: Lu Mushuang (Silver Vanguard Commander)
Cultivation: Golden Core Realm (Martial Sword Path)
Analysis: Dual cultivating with the battle commander will yield a significantly more fruitful result than the Foundation Establishment twins combined. Her unyielding martial pride will serve as supreme spiritual fuel.
Current Plot Armor Status: ACTIVE (Bypasses standard elemental defenses via primal lust-based laws)
The Old Ancestor’s eyes snapped open, blazing with an intense, unholy greed.
The twins were a decent appetizer, but Lu Mushuang was a peerless delicacy. With his Plot Armor actively warping the physical laws of the ruins, her heavy silver armor and supreme sword intent would be completely useless against his miasma.
Completely abandoning his negotiation with Ye Chen, the old Daoist turned his back on the western sector.
He glided silently toward the northern corridor, a foul, lewd grin stretching across his wrinkled face as he prepared to ambush the isolated battle commander.
Neither of the two fated rats knew they were now hunting the exact same prey.
Inside the heavily sealed matrix of the time-dilated archive, the atmosphere was entirely isolated from the creeping shadows of the outside world.
The air was thick, humid, and completely saturated with the heavy, intoxicating scent of freshly erupted maiden dew.
I remained in my high kneeling position upon the dark silk robes. I reached down, my large hand gently grasping the back of Ning Xuan’s head.
Her dark hair was heavily tangled between my fingers. With a slow, deliberate motion, I guided her soft, swollen lips completely off my heavy girth.
Pop. Sluuuurp.
A thick string of pearlescent saliva and lingering essence stretched between her mouth and the dark, bulging veins of my weapon before finally snapping.
The shy sister let out a soft, highly disappointed whimper, her bloodshot eyes staring hungrily at the imposing flesh she was forced to abandon.
"Patience, Xuan’er," I murmured, my voice vibrating with a dark, heavy authority.
"Your turn will come. But first, I must claim your bold sister."
Up above, Ning Xi shivered violently. She was still securely suspended upon my broad shoulders, her slim, sweat-slicked thighs locked in a desperate vice around my thick neck.
Her delicate, pristine jade cave was thoroughly soaked, actively weeping a steady stream of hot nectar directly onto my chest.
She looked down at my rigid, towering weapon. The sheer, terrifying size of my supreme Spirit Severing Yang root was completely unveiled, glistening wildly with the wet evidence of her sister’s devoted oral worship.
’It is so incredibly massive,’ Ning Xi’s mind raced, her breathing turning shallow and ragged. ’Can my body truly accommodate something so terrifying? Will I completely split apart?’
Despite her intense, instinctual fear, the heavy, addictive poison of my cultivation aura had already completely melted her rational thoughts. She did not try to escape.
I slowly lifted her down from my shoulders, shifting her weight until her slim, trembling legs wrapped securely around my waist.
She desperately grabbed the back of my neck for support, her small hands digging into my skin as her breathing hitched.
As her body slid downward, the full, rigid, veiny shaft heavily coated in her sister’s glistening saliva pressed directly against the bold sister’s still-gushing, water-soaked inner cave.
Looking down at the sheer, monstrous size of the weapon up close, Ning Xi let out a breathless moan that mixed pure instinctual fear with wild, melting excitement.
Before driving home, I cast a cold, commanding glance downward.
"Clean it up a little before it enters your sister," I ordered the shy twin smoothly
Ning Xuan did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. Moving with fanatical eagerness, she immediately opened her mouth.
Her lips slid flawlessly over the crown, taking the massive shaft from the tip down a full 7.5 inches deep into her throat. With a slow, turning, swirling motion, her tongue licked the entire length in one smooth, sweeping movement.
Schluck... Plop!
She cleanly pulled her mouth back away from the base, the sudden release breaking the tight seal with a distinct, wet pop.
Remaining on her bruised knees, the shy sister did not look away. Her feverish, bloodshot eyes were completely fixated on the terrifying junction just inches from her face.
The sheer, unyielding mass of my eleven-inch weapon of mass destruction was now pressed directly against the delicate, pinkish-brown folds of her sister’s weeping inner cave.
Watching the thick, heavy shaft threatening her bold twin’s vulnerable entrance triggered a profound, taboo darkness within Ning Xuan’s mind.
’Ah... sister is going to be completely destroyed soon,’ Ning Xuan thought, her own breathing turning shallow and ragged.
The visual was so overwhelmingly degenerate that a fresh wave of hot, unbidden moisture suddenly wept from her own untouched core, soaking her inner thighs.
’Why am I feeling so incredibly horny? Seeing my sister completely ruined... watching her confident face melt into a desperate mask of destruction... it feels so good.’
Oblivious to the shy twin’s degenerate awakening, my focus remained entirely on the trembling beauty wrapped around my torso.
With a calculated, dominant grip, I slowly shifted my pelvis, adjusting the angle of my heavy shaft so the blunt, burning crown was perfectly aligned with Ning Xi’s lower entrance.
"Are you ready, Xi’er?" I asked, my voice vibrating with a dark, heavy authority that left absolutely no room for retreat.
Ning Xi nodded her head weakly, her flushed face displaying an intensely lustful, completely submissive expression as she locked eyes with me.
Her resistance had entirely dissolved.
Turning my gaze down to the kneeling twin, I gave the command. "Xuan’er, do it."
Ning Xuan breathed heavily, her small hands trembling with a mixture of taboo excitement and feverish devotion as she reached forward. She gripped my massive, rigid shaft with one hand, using her other hand to slowly part the slick, swollen folds of her bold sister’s weeping cave.
With a slow, deliberate guide, she pressed the heavy, burning crown directly into the tight opening, forcing the tip to enter.
Squelch. Slip.
The sudden, intense invasion caused Ning Xi to arch her back violently. She let out a strained, high-pitched moan of mingled fear and ecstasy, her fingers digging tightly into my shoulders as the sheer size of the weapon began to stretch her to her absolute limits.
"Ah...! Xuan’er—stop—wait, it’s too big...!"
She gasped, her voice trembling as she looked down at the terrifying entry, completely overwhelmed by the sudden, intense fullness even as her body instinctively clamped down around the invading crown.
The sudden restriction only heightened the tension within the time-dilated room. My rigid, veiny eleven-inch shaft managed to breach a mere two inches into the pristine, scorching-hot corridor before the tight walls of her inner cave seized it like a hydraulic vice.
Nnnngh—!
Ning Xi choked out a desperate, strangled gasp, her eyes widening as the unyielding mass stretched her narrow opening to its absolute limit, her hips locking rigidly mid-air.
Down below, Ning Xuan witnessed her sister’s painful, intoxicating containment. Completely intoxicated by the thick scent of overflowing Yang essence, the shy sister eagerly shifted her focus to my heavily weighted, pulsing heavenly jewels.
Crouching low beneath her sister’s hovering thighs, she cupped the heavy sacks in her delicate palms and began to trail her tongue across them with slow, agonizingly wet strokes.
Slick. Lick. Sluuup.
The sensation of her hot, swirling tongue lapping beneath my base sent a direct jolt of pure, unrestricted lust straight through my spine.
My patience instantly evaporated. The primal need to conquer this defiant vessel completely took over, blinding me entirely to whatever pathetic plots the outside world tried to weave.
Securing a ruthless, inescapable grip around Ning Xi’s smooth thighs, I locked her hips tightly against my torso.
"Bear it, Xi’er!" I growled, my voice vibrating with dark, unchecked dominance.
Without a shred of hesitation, I threw my entire weight forward, driving my pelvis upward in one violent, seamless motion.
RIIIIIP—! SQUELCH!
The pristine barrier of her maiden seal didn’t just break; it was utterly obliterated as my monstrous shaft tore through the resistance, burying itself a full six inches deep into her scalding, virgin depths with a single, devastating surge
For a fraction of a second, the bold sister’s entire nervous system completely locked up. Her breathing stopped, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her fingers clawed violently against the dark silk robes beneath us.
Then, a high-pitched, echoing scream of pure, agonizing pleasure violently mixed with primal shock rang out through the heavily isolated archive.
"AAAHHHHHHH—! MASTER!"
Squish. Thwack.
The sheer force of the impact sent a thick, bubbling mixture of freshly erupted maiden blood and overflowing juices splashing violently against the dark silk robes.
Ning Xi hung completely shattered upon my frame, her upper body trembling uncontrollably as her newly conquered depths helplessly clamped around the six inches of rigid flesh currently anchoring her to the floor.
With her virgin defenses completely pulverized, I braced my large hands against her sweat-slicked hips and slowly began to piston my heavy shaft. The motion was deep and unrelenting and an agonizingly slow withdrawal followed by a heavy, deliberate push back into her burning core
Squeeech... Churn... Clack.
Ning Xi’s inner cave reacted instantly to the friction. Her internal walls convulsed frantically, tightening around the invading eleven-inch weapon like a living hydraulic vice, desperately trying to squash and compress the monstrous mass. The absolute ferocity of the suction was immense, threatening to rip away my restraint with every single stroke.
Slurp, glurk, lick.
Down below, the sensory overload escalated. Completely captivated by the sight of her sister’s total undoing, Ning Xuan opened her mouth wide and took my heavily weighted heavenly jewels entirely inside.
She swirled her tongue around the tight sacks, licking them with an intense, frantic devotion that sent waves of pure electricity straight up my spine.
The dual sensation the suffocating, squashing grip of the bold sister’s cave paired with the wet, feverish oral worship of the shy sister created a supreme crucible of pleasure.
Squelch, thud, squish.
As the rhythm accelerated, Ning Xi’s thoughts turned entirely to a blur.
The initial, sharp pain of her ruptured foundation rapidly faded, entirely replaced by a wave of thick, addictive, heavenly pleasure that flooded her meridians.
A relentless, non-stop torrent of shameless, breathless moans began to escape her swollen lips.
"Ahnn... M-Master... Haaah... Ahhh...!
As her lower back arched wildly, unconditionally surrendering to the rhythmic, brutal stretching of her core, a final, traitorous thought flashed through her melting consciousness:
’Sorry Mushuang... I think I’m completely in love with my master... and his huge, veiny shaft...’
Thwack, squelch, slap.
Every violent plunge drove her deeper into absolute submission, permanently marking her as my property.
Ensconced within the absolute sensory eclipse of the dual harvest, I remained completely oblivious that two sinister dark cultivators were currently targeting my precious daughter outside.
