Direct contact. Fingers on her bare, soaked pussy, and the sensation was electric.
She bit her lip to suppress the moan, legs spreading wider, back arching, and—
’No. Not like this. Not standing. I need—’
She stumbled to the dining table—the same table where she’d watched Cang pound Xiao earlier—and sat down heavily, dress hiking up around her thick thighs, exposing herself completely.
Her pussy was drenched. Outer lips swollen and pink, inner folds glistening with moisture that had soaked through her undergarments and was now dripping onto the wooden chair.
"What’s wrong with me—?" she whispered, but her hand was already moving, fingers spreading her lips, finding her clit—
"Hnnngh—!"
The moan escaped before she could stop it, and she quickly pressed her other hand over her mouth, muffling the sound.
Through the wall, the fucking continued.
"PAH PAH PAH PAH!!"
And Madam Lin masturbated.
Fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles, hips grinding against her own hand, breasts heaving with each desperate breath.
She could see—in her mind—what was happening in that room.
Could picture his massive cock plunging into willing pussies. Could imagine the way it stretched them, filled them, claimed them.
’If—if that was inside me—if he—’
Her free hand moved up, groping her own massive breast through her dress, pinching her nipple, and—
"Mmmmmppphhh~!"
Another muffled moan as pleasure spiked.
Upstairs, Zhang Yue had given up any pretense of resistance.
She lay on her bed, hips raised, one hand shoved down the front of her tight pants, fingers rubbing her virgin pussy through her undergarments, the other hand under her chest binding, groping her own breast.
"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!! DON’T STOP~!!"
The moans from below were overwhelming, drowning out any rational thought, and her body responded instinctively.
’This is—I shouldn’t—I’m not some—’
But her fingers found her clit, and—
"Aahhh—"
Her back arched off the bed, hips grinding against her own hand, and she couldn’t stop.
She’d touched herself before. Rarely. Guiltily. Quick, shameful sessions that ended with self-loathing.
But this—
This was desperate. Frantic. Her body demanding release with an intensity she’d never felt.
And in her mind—unbidden, unwanted—
She saw it.
That cock. Massive and thick and scaled. The way it had stretched Xiao impossibly wide. The way it had made her belly bulge. The way it had glowed with spiritual energy as it pumped cultivation directly into her womb.
’If—if that was—if he—if I—’
"NO—" She yanked her hand away, horrified at where her thoughts were going. "I don’t—I won’t—"
But her body ached. Protested the loss of stimulation. Her pussy clenched on nothing, empty and needing to be filled.
Downstairs, Madam Lin had progressed from rubbing to fingering.
Two fingers plunged into her own pussy, pumping desperately, her other hand still muffling her moans as she sat at the dining table with her dress hiked up and legs spread obscenely wide.
"PAH PAH PAH!!"
The sounds from the guest room were relentless. Brutal. The slap of flesh echoing through the thin walls, accompanied by screams of pleasure that suggested whoever was being fucked was losing their mind.
"CUMMING~!! HNGH~!! AGAIN~!! AAHHH~!!"
And Madam Lin’s fingers moved faster, curling inside herself, thumb rubbing her clit, and—
’Close—I’m—I’m going to—’
Her head tilted back, mouth open behind her hand, drool beginning to leak from the corners of her lips as her face went slack with desperate pleasure.
She looked toward the guest room—even though she couldn’t see through the wall—and imagined—
Imagined being in there. Being the one bent over. Being the one filled and claimed and fucked into breakthrough.
’If he—if I let him—would I—could I regain my cultivation—?’
The thought was intoxicating. More potent than any aphrodisiac.
The possibility of power again. Of not being weak. Of protecting Yue’er properly.
All she’d have to do is—
’Spread my legs. Let him inside. Let that massive cock stretch me and fill me and pump spiritual energy directly into my womb—’
"MMMMPPPHHHH~!!"
Her orgasm hit like lightning, pussy clenching around her own fingers, fluids gushing onto the chair and dripping to the floor, and she collapsed forward—
Face pressed against the dining table, hand still muffling her moans, body convulsing with aftershocks, drool pooling beneath her cheek.
"What—" she gasped when she could finally breathe again. "What have I done—?"
Post-orgasm clarity crashed through her like cold water, and the shame was overwhelming.
’I masturbated. To the sounds of—of him fucking other women. At my own dining table. Like some—some desperate pig in heat—’
Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t have the energy to cry.
Just lay there, face pressed to wood, pussy still twitching with aftershocks, wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
Upstairs, Zhang Yue had reached her own breaking point.
She’d given up trying to resist, yanking her pants down to her thighs, fingers plunging into her virgin pussy—carefully, tentatively at first, then with increasing desperation.
Her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple, her back arched off the bed, hips grinding against her own palm, and—
"AAHHH~!! HNGH~!! SIR IMMORTAL~!! YOUR COCK~!!"
The screams from below were her soundtrack, fueling her own pleasure, and in her mind she saw—
Saw herself in that room. Saw herself bent over. Saw that massive cock pressing against her virgin entrance. Saw it pushing inside, stretching her impossibly wide, filling her completely—
"CUMMING~!!" The scream came from below, and—
Zhang Yue’s own orgasm exploded through her body.
"Aaahhhh—!!" Her cry was muffled by biting her own arm, teeth sinking into flesh to keep from screaming, body convulsing violently.
Her virgin pussy clenched around her own fingers, fluids soaking through her undergarments and pants, dripping onto her bed sheets, and she—
Collapsed.
Face-down on her bed, hips still raised, fingers still buried in her own pussy, gasping for air like she’d run a marathon.
"What—" she whispered when coherent thought returned. "What have I done—?"
The same shame. The same horror.
’I fingered myself. While listening to him fuck other women. Imagined it was me being—being taken like that—’
Two women.
Mother and daughter.
Separated by floor and distance.
Both lying in the aftermath of desperate, shameful masturbation.
Both wondering what the hell had happened to them.
Both ending with the exact same whispered question:
"What have I done—?"
Outside their rooms, the sounds of fucking continued unabated.
"PAH PAH PAH PAH!!"
Cang had no intention of stopping. Would fuck his two maids all night long, filling the house with sounds of pleasure and cultivation, saturating the air with aphrodisiac mist.
Breaking down resistance. Building corruption. Preparing both women for what came next.
And by morning—
By morning, they would be ready to be taken in ways he want.
All night, his brutality on hot maids continued, but this wasn’t simply a sex session; rather, it was a training to test the limits of this body he, as a heavenly demon, actually created.
’ System, use herbs to permanently train this body’s sexual stamina and libido...’
[ 10 hours minimum needed to achieve permanent transformation. ]
’Just 10?’
PHAAACK!!
"HIAAANGHH!!"
’I will make sure to get that much.’
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The first light of dawn crept through the small window of the guest room, pale and hesitant, illuminating a scene of absolute depravity.
The bed was destroyed—sheets torn and soaked through, the wooden frame cracked in multiple places from hours of relentless abuse. The entire room reeked of sex—thick, musky, overwhelming—the scent of cum and sweat and spiritual energy so concentrated it was almost visible in the air.
And in the center of it all—