Free Web NovelChapter 42: 42. The Three Days Of Broken Pleasure(18+)
Slam... Squelch... Splash.
The absolute silence of the time dilated matrix was completely shattered, replaced by the relentless, heavy rhythm of flesh striking flesh.
With Ning Xuan thoroughly impaled to the root, I gripped her narrow waist with unyielding strength and began thrusting my hips upward in a powerful, unforgiving cadence.
Every devastating upward drive forced the eleven-inch monument deep into her uncorrupted depths, stretching her newly breached walls to their absolute limits.
"AHAAAH! Master...! It’s too deep... it’s tearing me apart! Ahhhn!"
Ning Xuan’s melodious screams echoed continuously off the obsidian walls of the archive.
Her voice, usually soft and reserved, broke into a ragged, breathless wail of mixed agony and soaring, mind-obliterating ecstasy.
Her head whipped side to side against the dark silk cushions, her unraveled ponytail lashing wildly as my Spirit Severing Yang heat flooded her meridians with every single impact.
Her tight foundation convulsed frantically around the thick shaft, trying to clamp down on the intrusion, but each subsequent thrust ruthlessly overrode her internal resistance.
Directly below her convulsing hips, the tableau remained entirely locked in my absolute grip.
As my hips drove upward to plunder the younger twin, my hands remained fully occupied with the bold sister straddling my chest.
Squish... Slurrk... Squilch.
With raw, blinding speed, I ruthlessly worked the fingers of both hands inside Ning Xi’s dripping, over-stimulated depths.
The friction generated a messy, frothy white foam between her thighs as my digits buried themselves into her inner cave over and over again, mimicking the brutal pace of the shaft above.
"Mnnn, tah! Ahhh...! Master’s fingers... so fast... Xi’er is breaking...!" Ning Xi cried out, her back arching so violently that her spine formed a rigid, beautiful curve under the violet array light.
The sheer velocity of the internal stretching, combined with the heavy vibrations of my shaft tearing through her identical sister right beneath her pelvis, drove the bold twin into a state of total sensory overload.
Her swollen, brownish-pink folds wept uncontrollably, spilling a cascade of hot nectar over my chest and mixing with the waterfall of maiden dew rushing down from her sister’s broken seal.
She sat trapped between the violent vertical movement of Ning Xuan and the ferocious speed of my hands, her identity completely dissolving into the dual symphony of their shared degradation.
Day 1
Drip... Squelch... Thump.
The absolute isolation of the time dilated matrix transformed the ancient archive into an endless loop of raw cultivation.
With the initial barrier breached, the session dissolved into a continuous, high-velocity rotation designed to force the twin shadows to assimilate the massive influx of Spirit Severing Yang energy.
I gripped Ning Xuan’s narrow waist, pulling her from the initial alignment into a rigid, standing position against the edge of the dark stone cultivation bed.
With her upper body pressed flat against the cold surface and her flared hips forced backward, the angle allowed for deep, unyielding impacts that left her echoing screams bouncing off the obsidian walls.
Slap... Squilch... Splash.
Directly beside her, Ning Xi was not allowed a single moment to recover. As my hips maintained a powerful, rhythmic drive into her sister, the bold twin was commanded to her knees.
Her unraveled black hair whipped frantically as she wrapped her reddened, swollen lips back around the base of the eleven-inch weapon, aggressively sucking and bobbing against the pulsing steel to soothe the friction of her sister’s tight threshold.
The synchronization of their twin meridians created a devastating sensory loop; each time the wide, pearlescent crown struck the deepest depths of Ning Xuan’s pristine cave, Ning Xi’s throat would contract in a sympathetic spasm, nearly choking on the massive girth as she drew out the mounting heat.
Thud... Slurrk... Plunge.
After hours of unyielding friction, the positions were ruthlessly inverted.
Ning Xi was hauled up onto the mattress into a wide missionary alignment, her slender thighs pinned flat against her chest under my crushing weight, while Ning Xuan, dazed and weeping crystalline nectar, took her place between my thighs to re-lubricate the blade with her tongue.
The rapid, driving motion continued without a single second of pause, alternating between the two sisters every hour on the hour, forcing their uncorrupted walls to stretch, flex, and yield until the first full wave of multiple, shattering releases erupted simultaneously from both of their lower passages.
Day 2
Squish... Bam... Slurp.
By the arrival of the second day within the dilation field, the sheer physical workload began to visibly rewrite the anatomy of the elite cultivators.
The boundary lines of the bed were abandoned as the workout moved to the heavy wooden desks and the floor beneath the dim violet arrays.
I pulled Ning Xi into an aggressive cowgirl posture, forcing her to ride the towering, vascular monument aloft while her sister lay breathless beneath my right leg, her small waist twisting as she used both hands to guide the shaft during each heavy, downward descent.
Slam... Squelch... Clack.
The continuous, rapid friction generated a thick, frothy white foam that coated their inner thighs and smeared across the dark silk cushions.
Because the dual cultivation technique of the Myriad Sovereign Sect demanded that the female body retain the entirety of the sovereign’s concentrated fluid to refine their internal energy, the sheer volume began to accumulate rapidly.
Each time the weapon reached its peak, a thick, pearlescent eruption was sealed deep within their inner caves, prevented from escaping by the unyielding pace of the subsequent thrusts.
Thump... Slurrk... Splash.
Slowly, the flat, smooth planes of their porcelain bellies began to alter. With every passing hour of the second day, their lower abdomens became noticeably rounded, swelling outward into a taut, heavy curve.
The skin stretched tight and firm, visibly distended by the massive quantity of dense white liquid pooling inside their lower abodes.
Yet, there was no respite; even as they gasped for breath, their rounded bellies trembling from the internal pressure, they were rotated into a side to side alignment, their legs hooked over my shoulders as the relentless, bone-deep impacts forced the retained essence to distribute thoroughly into their newly opened meridians.
Day 3
Clatter... Squilch... Grind.
By the final twenty-four hours of the three-day marathon, the proud disciples of the sect were completely stripped of their mental defenses, reduced to a state of pure, instinctual obedience.
The session transitioned into the furthest corners of the room, utilizing the vertical support of the towering bookshelves to execute a deep, suspended alignment.
Ning Xuan hung entirely from my grip, her pale legs wrapped tightly around my waist as the eleven-inch monument plundered her deepest boundaries with raw, blinding speed, while Ning Xi knelt below, her hands frantically rubbing her sister’s smooth, hairless anus to stimulate the secondary energy channels.
Slap... Plunge... Splat.
The final series of climaxes, reaching upwards of twelve distinct, mind-shattering peaks for each twin over the course of the final day, left their lower bodies completely saturated.
Their bellies were now heavily and beautifully fat, protruding outward like a physical testament to the absolute completion of the dual ritual, filled to absolute capacity with the warm, heavy reserves of my Spirit Severing breakthrough.
Drip... Squelch... Silence.
With one final, devastating upward drive that fully emptied the remaining spiritual harvest into Ning Xuan’s deep repository while Ning Xi’s mouth caught the overflowing remnants, the frantic rhythm finally ground to an absolute halt.
The sudden cessation of movement left the archive in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of falling droplets hitting the ruined cushions.
Completely spent, their minds entirely dissolved and their bodies thoroughly filled with the sovereign’s mark, both twins lost consciousness at the exact same moment.
Their limp, exhausted forms collapsed softly across the floor, their heavily distended bellies rising and falling with shallow, unconscious breaths as the assimilation process began in the dark.
Silence reigned in the dimly lit matrix, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the unconscious twins.
I stood up slowly from the ruined floor, my Spirit Severing aura now fully stabilized and thrumming with immense, refined power.
As I lazily summoned a fresh set of dark robes from my spatial ring and draped them over my shoulders, a familiar, sultry voice purred in the depths of my mind.
"Dear Jianxiao," Lucy whispered, her tone dripping with a dark, teasing affection. "I think it’s time for you to head out. Your daughter is waiting for you."
I smirked, adjusting my cuffs without taking my eyes off the exhausted forms of Ning Xi and Ning Xuan. "How many points do I have now, Lucy?"
"You have been quite busy, Master," she giggled, the sound echoing smoothly in my consciousness.
"You acquired 1,000 Love Points from Su Rulan for that daring little hidden service she provided beneath the chair, right in front of your wife, Leng Qingxue.
Adding to that, the three-day dual cultivation marathon with the twin shadows yielded a massive harvest of 25,000 points."
A translucent blue screen shimmered into existence before my eyes, displaying the final tally.
"With your previous balance, your total now sits at exactly 70,000 Love Points," Lucy confirmed. "The point requirement for upgrading the system has been thoroughly met."
[SYSTEM ALERT: UPGRADE REQUIREMENTS MET]
[UPGRADE PATH: LEVEL 1 ➔ LEVEL 2]
Total Love Points / Fate Points Required: 50,000 / 50,000 (Met. Current Balance: 70,000)
Core Material Required: Absorb 1x Heaven-Grade Origin Core or equivalent spatial energy source. (Incomplete)
[LEVEL 2 UNLOCK REWARDS]
System Shop: Access to high-tier cultivation resources, artifacts, and modern luxuries.
Bloodline Analysis Tier 1: Ability to view hidden genetic and spiritual traits in targets.
Bloodline Ability Partial Unsealing: Unlocks a sealed innate talent within the Host’s genetic code.
I read over the glowing blue text, my eyes narrowing in calculated anticipation. So, the points are handled.
All I need now is a single Heaven-Grade Origin Core to trigger the upgrade and finally open the System Shop.
Obtaining a Heaven-Grade Origin Core would not be a simple task since they were strategic resources hoarded by the highest echelons of the cultivation world, but the rewards for Level 2 were far too enticing to ignore.
The System Shop alone would change the entire board, let alone the partial unsealing of my bloodline.
Before I could dismiss the interface, another notification chimed softly, flashing in a brilliant, warm gold.
[TARGET STATUS UPDATE]
Target: Ning Xi
Bond Score: 99 (Absolute Devotion)
Target: Ning Xuan
Bond Score: 99 (Absolute Devotion)
I glanced back down at the two elite cultivators. Their bellies remained heavily distended with my spiritual harvest, their identities completely rewritten and bound to my will.
A bond score of 99 meant their loyalty was no longer just a matter of sect hierarchy or fear; it was permanently etched into their souls.
"Time to see Mushuang," I muttered, waving my hand to dispel the system screens.
With a single move from my hand, the time dilated matrix of the ancient archive began to crack, the heavy violet arrays dimming as the doors to the outside world prepared to unseal.
