Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Dubcon, humiliation, spanking and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A token tainted with cum and lewd fluids fell onto the ground with a clatter.
The gorgeous, smiling face of the ghost mother split open with a crack, revealing a face that was as translucent as a dewdrop. Sweat-soaked white hair clung to the cheeks, and the eyelashes were like frost. Only the lips were moist and red.
There was a little bit of dried blood on the corners of those lips, as though they had been hurriedly painted with rouge.
An endless sadistic desire would rise in the hearts of anyone who saw this clear, ice-cold face with its bit of alluring beauty. They would want to peel away his ice-like shell and pry out the tender, moist core hidden within.
This was especially true in the case of the Ghost King.
Having been in charge of meting out punishment for many years, the ruthless energy he gained upon turning into a ghost had only increased, and what little bit of gentleness he had back when he was a human had been completely suppressed under the many cases he’d had to judge. Although his scholarly appearance was that of a human, his methods were crueller than those of ghosts.
What’s more, the person in front of him had been the focus of his grievances and obsessions for the past three lives. The thread of fate that he had prayed for between them in the past several lifetimes but never received… Today, he would be sure to chain it down.
Yu Ru’e knelt on the ground, a cangue weighing down his body. The cangue was made of Ceylon ebony wood, and its weight was astonishingly heavy. It forced him to hang his neck, revealing the exquisite, fair line of his nape. He resembled a little lamb that had been forced to expose the soft line of its belly. His wrists were also bound in the wooden cangue, and each of his ten fingers had been sheathed in individual iron finger gloves. The gloves were jet-black and covered in soft barbed hooks, while the exposed lower halves of his fingers were crystal clear and snow-white, like the stalks of spring onions.
Even though he was kneeling on the ground, his posture remained cold and calm as always. The line of his body drew in slightly at his waist, like an upside-down mutton jade vase. However, the snow-white buttocks below had been forcefully tilted upwards, and made to rise high in the air. Both of his slick, red holes were each sucking on a crude iron lock, and an inky-black chain that was as thick as a wrist hung across his perineum. The chain was glistening and dripping wet, weighing on the flushed, tender cleft till the area resembled the inverted core of a peony.
This type of lock punishment was originally used to discipline lustful ghost prostitutes. When it was time for them to reincarnate, they would be sent away with the lock in their vaginas. In this way, they would be reborn without vaginas and would be unable to have sexual relations in their next lives.
But both his front and back holes had been locked, showing just how serious his crime had been.
The Ghost King wrapped the iron chain around his wrists a few times. With just a light pull, Yu Ru’e would be forced to kneel and crawl on the ground with his pale neck lowered, waist bowed and hips raised like a female dog in heat.
There was a narrow passageway cast in refined copper behind the court. Every five steps, there would be a ball of scarlet flames suspended in the air. The light from the flames reflected off the copper walls, resembling rippling pools of blood. The passage was shaped like an intestine, twisting and turning. As such, it gained the name “Path of Pulled Intestines”. What followed were the eighteen prisons where criminals would be subjected to tongue pulling, forced to walk on a mountain of swords, or boiled in cauldrons. Desperate screams and cries could be faintly heard echoing throughout.
On most days, those who were dragged along this path would be evil ghosts who had their stomachs and guts split open, trailing blood and tears everywhere. However, on this day, the ghost messenger had been ordered to clean all the dirt and blood off the path, washing and polishing until it looked brand new.
Not long after, a completely naked, new prisoner appeared at the end of the passage. He hung his head, soft white hair scattered over the wooden cangue, frost-like eyelashes trembling slightly. Due to the humiliating act of crawling, his snow-white ass was raised high in the air, revealing a vivid red line of flesh between his legs.
A pale, round belly hung to the ground. Even the belly-button was turned outwards slightly, similar to that of a pregnant mare.
Both of Yu Ru’e’s moist, red openings were constantly exposed in this position, allowing anyone to see in a single glance the erotic state of the smooth and flushed flesh there as it bore its punishment.
The Ghost King followed a step behind, grasping the iron chain in his hands as though he was clasping onto the reins of a horse. With a raise of his wrist, the locked snow-white buttocks would lift slightly off the ground. Though the crimson flesh within flipped outwards, it continued suckling tightly on the cold, hard locks.
In this posture, all of Yu Ru’e’s weight pressed on his fair belly. His back trembled, and glistening beads of perspiration appeared all over his body. His lips were slightly open, revealing a tiny bit of his tongue, moist and red as a flower pistil. However, his soft moan of pain was stifled by the heavy ball gag in his mouth.
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The tip of the Ghost King’s tongue was cold and stiff, like a frozen snake. It had a moist and fishy taste about it, and it dug straight into Yu Ru’e’s mouth. Sometimes, his tongue would push up the ball gag in Yu Ru’e’s mouth and lick at the quivering, heated red tongue beneath, making wet, sucking sounds; sometimes, it would press against Yu Ru’e’s convulsing throat fiercely, pushing in large mouthfuls of cold, musky and sticky fluids.
As soon as the sticky fluids entered his throat, the stuffy sensation in Yu Ru’e’s chest cleared up. However, it was replaced by a wave of evil heat burning up from the depths of his internal organs. Red stained his cheeks and his limbs grew weak. A light flush bloomed on his bare, snow-white back, as though he was intoxicated.
The Ghost King stroked his sweat-soaked back. The touch of his fingers was reverent, as if he was unfolding the scrolls of a cherished book. But the hand wrapped around the iron chain suddenly jerked violently, and the crude iron locks were pulled out in an instant. All at once, two rouge-red flesh flowers bloomed open, ripe and fertile. They were sandwiched between smooth, snow-white buttocks, trembling as they fluttered open and close.
Yu Rue’s back recoiled fiercely, but was pressed down by the Ghost King with a single hand. Then, his bright red hole expanded as it swallowed the head of a cock that was cold and hard as iron. The thick and sturdy cock was suffused with a coldness that was visible to the naked eye, like a pestle forged from wrought iron. Bursting with vigour, it pressed readily against Yu Ru’e’s opening, waiting to push into the scalding hot cavity.
Yu Ru’e’s hole twitched, having been toyed to near numbness. His ass hole was cold and swollen, and he absolutely didn’t want to service this instrument of torture. Unexpectedly, he began to crawl forward on quivering limbs. His opening dilated and the tender flesh within pressed against the head of the cock, pushing it out.
The Ghost King watched on coldly as that snow-white ass grew fairer and plumper from the toying, trembling unconsciously. Mutton fat was almost on the verge of dripping out from those buttocks. The tender red cleft between his buttocks was slightly open, and a ball of delicate flesh the size of a fingertip bulged out. It was slick, red and smooth, trembling slightly as it revealed the hole that could no longer close.
If one were to simply look at this pair of inviting snow-white buttocks with its channels wide open, they would assume that this was the seduction of a prostitute who had no choice but to welcome customers despite being unwilling.
With a single thrust from the Ghost King, his ice-cold dick was completely buried inside. The hole was stripped of its defenses and pierced to the end in a single stroke. The heated, stretched-open flesh within wrapped snugly around the cock like a membrane. At first it was painful, and the smooth, tight opening clenched around the hard object. The more it sucked, the tighter it became. But soon after feeling the coldness of the cock, it no longer dared to enclose around it even a little, and could only remain soft and smooth like a cream, allowing anyone to thrust in.
After only a few rounds, this lewd hole had been completely tamed into submission. As long as it felt a chill at its opening, it would immediately open up obediently, the flesh inside parting like red silk.
As such, the Ghost King used his dick like a horse whip, pushing in with every step and whipping this mare who had skin like ice and snow, but a hole that was soft and satiny-smooth. Under the momentum of the thrusts, Yu Ru’e’s waist shook violently as he crawled forward.
His limbs had gone soft, and he could no longer withstand the attack. Seeing his waist sink lower and lower, and his pale, dripping wet buttocks rise higher and higher, the Ghost King drew out and said quietly: “Lust has become second nature to you, utterly untrainable! This king is teaching you to be a mare, so why are you raising your ass, and even getting wet from the fucking?”
Yu Ru’e’s tongue was pressed down by the ball gag, and saliva pooled at the thin, red corners of his lips. He could only let out stifled groans, making wu sounds.
His body had already grown completely soft from the pounding. He could only serve the man’s cock with his soft ass hole, like an incomparably smooth sheath of flesh made to clamp around the cock. With every step, there would be a thrust forward, and he was also be forced to crawl forward.
Every time he was pushed to the edge of climax and his thighs began twitching, the Ghost King would pull out mercilessly, before taking the palm-sized token at his waist, and ruthlessly slapping it on his cocked ass.
With just a single strike, those snow-white buttocks would swell up immediately. Red marks were scattered messily across the expanse, overlapping again and again. Some were palm-sized, running horizontally across the holes and throbbing dully; some were deviously slanted, as though they were the result of using thin branches to whip the area, causing finger-sized bruises to swell on each half of the pale ass, like messy creases on snow-white petals; while some were vivid, beautiful large red marks caused by the flat side of sticks raining down and battering the flesh there.
The perfectly shaped, snow-white buttocks grew so red and swollen that it was almost translucent, like a ripe peach full of juice. Its original fair, delicate colour could hardly be seen anymore.
Viewing it from the back, this ass had grown larger by a whole round, and would require two hands to wrap around it. His back that looked as though it was carved from ice and snow, the straight and graceful line of his spine, and his long, snow-white thighs… Contrasting them against such a swollen, ripe and plump, peachy ass, the obscenely erotic appearance of those buttocks blatantly assaulted the senses.
Yu Ru’e was fucked repeatedly, causing him to shake and climax almost every step he crawled. The Ghost King didn’t give him any chance to rest. As soon as he detected Yu Ru’e’s ass hole twitching and his thighs clenching tight, he would immediately pull out and plug both of Yu Ru’e’es holes with the iron locks.
Tears misted over Yu Ru’e’s eyes, and his silver eyelashes were hazy like fog. He was so close to an explosive climax, yet he could only suck on the ice-cold locks and slide down unwillingly from the edge of orgasm.
This ordeal was repeated over and over again. In this way, Yu Ru’e’s asshole was constantly convulsing, and he could no longer differentiate when he was going to climax. As long as a cock was inserted within, the opening would immediately swallow it eagerly and serve the man with its tenderest insides…
At the end of the passageway, the green-robed Ghost King walked out slowly, holding an iron chain in his hand. At his feet, crawled a naked, snow-white mare. It remained shackled in a cangue, and its two holes were firmly locked by iron chains. Its plump belly had grown even rounder, and one could almost hear the sound of fluids sloshing inside. Those snow-white buttocks, which had been bright and clear as cream just now, were already covered with red marks, and the faint pink of his flesh overlapped with the gorgeous flush.
Who could’ve imagined that the calm, green-robed Ghost King, with his clean and handsome appearance, would commit such a roguish act of pressing a prisoner to the ground and raping him thoroughly, forcing him to take his huge, ice-cold member through tears, and whipping him until he became a mare that could be mounted by anyone?
Ghost prostitutes had a special place where they would receive their punishment. There was a built-in iron bed in there, and a rusty iron horse with the chains of handcuffs and fetters hanging down like curtains. A row of soldering irons were placed over the fire in the furnace, and they had been heated till they were completely red.
The Ghost King cradled Yu Ru’e and placed him on the iron bed, removing the wooden cangue around his neck. A circle of red had already formed around his snow-white neck.
Yu Ru’e had just been freed from the cangue, but within the next instant, his wrists were again cuffed to the iron rings at the head of the bed. Both his long legs were bent, and the ankles shackled, his knees tightly bound by a leather belt that was two fingers wide.
His round, snow-white belly bulged, almost resembling a clear ball full of water with how swollen it had become. But the liquid sloshing inside was musky lewd fluids and cum instead.
The Ghost King placed a hand on Yu Ru’e’s belly, pressing it with varying degrees of strength. His head was lowered, and his eyelashes were dark and thick, like a ghost fog in the depths of the night. When he looked at people, his gaze was always dense with ghost energy and indescribably gloomy. His calloused fingers pushed open Yu Ru’e’s cunt, causing the cum inside to trickle out.
The hole expanded and contracted following the pressure of his fingers, pushing out waves of cum. Not long after, his naked hips were immersed in a pool of musky dragon cum, like fresh snow that had been splashed with mud.
Yu Ru’e let out strings of stifled moans as the pressure the Ghost King exerted grew increasingly unrestrained. His bloated, aching belly felt like it was about to burst open. Suddenly, a coarse brush made of soft hairs directly pierced into his pussy and rotated about, pushing in till the end.
The brush had originally been placed diagonally on the horse saddle. It had the thickness of a fist, but was no more than two fingers long. There was a small and exquisite ball of soft hairs on the tip of the brush. If the ghost prostitute had a sensitive body and was extremely lustful, and was sitting on the wooden horse and swaying happily, the ghost messenger would take out the hollow head of the brush, place it on a dildo, and insert it into the deepest part of their pussy. This would block up their cervix, so that the slick fluids inside would be unable to flow out, and the ghost prostitute would have no choice but to endure their punishment with a dry and warm hole.
Having been toyed with for a long time, Yu Ru’e’s cervix had already been trained into becoming docile. It knew how to clench and swallow, so with just a light press from the soft hairs of the brush, the ring of muscles at his cervix opened obediently, instantly sucking in the ball of hairs.
The Ghost King’s gaze clouded over, and with a flick of his wrist, he inserted the brush along Yu Ru’e’s cervix, thrusting it into the depths of his womb. He began to rotate the object, brushing it around. He saw this bundle of slick, tender and soft red flesh as a dirty cum basin that needed to be vigorously scrubbed down from the inside to the outside. The brush moved in and out, spinning and turning. Its movements were extremely rough, and the bright red passage spasmed non-stop. Every fold was stretched open and scrubbed clean back and forth. From time to time, the brush would be pulled out and dipped in clean water, before being driven straight in again. Even the tender flesh at his opening was pulled out with two fingers and the lips of his pussy dragged apart to be ruthlessly rubbed clean. Yu Ru’e’s delicate opening became sore and achy due to the rough brushing, but amidst his suffering and pain, a pleasure arose from being lewdly treated like a cheap ware.
The cum under his buttocks had already been beaten into pools of white froth, sticking to his inner thighs in large sheets, like rows of finely crushed soft white fish eggs.
After his pussy had been brushed clean, it was his ass hole’s turn. The tight opening was broken open by the brush. The brushing was so rough that rustling sounds could be heard, and even the soft flesh at his delicate prostate was repeatedly pounded.
Yu Ru’e was brought to climax several times by the cleaning session, his lewd fluids flowing steadily as he squirted repeatedly. Even his locked up cock grew hard and erect.
When the Ghost King pulled out the brush, both openings were utterly smooth like silk. The only thing that could be seen there was red and swollen flesh, and not even a drop of cum could be spotted anymore. But he was still not satisfied, so he drew out a transparent rhinoceros horn that was hollow in the middle.
He inserted it deep into Yu Ru’e’s cunt, piercing in till the end. The hole clenched around it tightly, wetly sticking to the horn and forming a moist red flesh flower. As soon as he twisted his wrist, the tip of the horn blossomed open into eight petals, stretching the cervix to the size of a lychee. At a single glance, one could see the soft, ripe red flesh inside, like mushy rouge in a vermillion bottle that was not yet taken out and used.
Even the deeply hidden womb was now suddenly pushed wide open, and could be clearly seen through.
The hint of a mocking smile finally surfaced on the Ghost King’s sickly, gloomy face.
“This king will personally grant you a cloud of Yin energy. You had better hold it well in this wanton, rotten womb of yours”
After he became a ghost immortal, he was no longer able to produce sperm due to the dense amount of Yin energy in his body. His urethral opening dilated slightly, and what came out was the coldest bundle of ghost energy with the densest Yin energy. Once the ghost energy entered through a hole in another person, he would be able to transform into a gust of ghostly wind and hold the other party in his embrace at all times.
This was exactly how malicious spirits haunted people.
The cloud of ghost energy was no more than the size of a thumb, but it was as heavy as a steelyard weight, and it slid inward along Yu Ru’e’s cervix. Yu Ru’e’s was so cold that his lips turned white, and his lower abdomen trembled slightly. It felt as though he was simmering a lump of ice in his soft and hot womb.
That round, fair belly had finally returned to being flat and firm, but now it was again quietly pregnant with another man’s Yin essence underneath its bright skin.
Perhaps this lofty and unsullied xian-zun would be forced to support his bulging pregnant belly, and amidst tears and moans, open up his ripe pussy to give birth to a little green-faced monster who was just as gloomy as his father.
However, the Ghost King’s punishment had only just begun.
Two thin, transparent threads were wound around the base of Yu Ru’e’s nipples, forcing the two balls of flushed, tender flesh to bulge out.
His nipples were especially fertile and ripe, all pink and translucent, pouting prettily. They were the size of a finger, and their rounded tips protruded upwards slightly, making it easy for one to twirl and twist them with their fingers. The opening in those nipples were as thin as a hair strand, and the nipples had to be stretched apart with two fingers before the small holes could be barely even seen.
The Ghost King dipped his finger into some cinnabar, before carelessly sweeping his finger across the nipples a couple of times, as though he was writing his signature. He drew out a writing brush, and wrote a line of words in tiny handwriting under Yu Ru’e’s areolas: This prostitute’s breasts are opened for this person alone, trespassers will be boiled alive.
Yu Ru’e only felt a chilly sensation at his nipples.
The Ghost King bowed his head, pressing his thin lips around a nipple, and pushed in a mouthful of ice-cold saliva.
A piece of embroidered silk was hidden in his sleeve, and two small, transparent and smooth pieces of black jade were wrapped within. They exuded a spiritual light from within. Undoubtedly, this was an extraordinary treasure.
As soon as Yu Ru’e saw them, his expression became awful. Alarm and sorrow intertwined in the pair of icy silver pupils, and those eyes almost seemed to mist over with glistening tears. His snow-white eyelashes trembled, and even the little bit of red colour in the pearl of his lips had faded.
The Ghost King said softly: “That’s right, these are the defects from your original form. Today, this king will use them to open up your nipples. What do you think?”
Yu Rue stared at him, shaking his head in despair. His white hair was in disarray, and he was shaken to the very core of his soul.
He was not originally a human. Thousands of years ago, when a corner of the sky had fallen, he was a piece of spiritual jade born to mend the sky. Although he was formed from high concentrations of spiritual energy in the heavens and earth, and was smooth and transparent, there were defects in the white jade body of his, and his seven orifices were entirely blocked. As such, his consciousness had yet to be awakened, and was unsuitable to be used to repair the sky.
His shizun had been traveling around while intoxicated, and ended up leaning on him. Struck with sudden inspiration, he removed the defects from his body, and the fragments of jade fell into the mortal world one after another. The defect around his heart was as big as a fist. After being cut out, it was refined into the black jade longsword he always carried with him – Yu’e.
Only six of his seven orifices had been cleared through, and there was still his love aperture that was left unopened, but his master was so drunk that he laid down on him and slept for ten years.
Since his consciousness had just awoken at that time, he was still in a state of confusion. He half carried the drunk man onto his lap, and for the next ten years, he watched the clouds float through the changing skies in the immortal realm, the rays of the setting sun resembling blood.
Yet, he had never once thought that those fragments of jade from his defects that had been scattered in the mortal realm would return to become his greatest nightmare.
Yu Ru’e’s bloodless face was reflected in the Ghost King’s black pupils, and it looked especially pale. Since the Ghost King’s appearance was originally clear and handsome like a scholar, when he didn’t cast sidelong glances at people with his gloomy gaze, a faintly discernible hint of tenderness would show on his face.
“Do not be afraid,” the Ghost King said softly, “You would have to go through this eventually.”
Yu Ru’e’s nipples trembled in time with his breathing, the alluring tips standing erect like flower buds.
T/N: Whew, this chapter had a bunch of notes because a bit heavier in terms of Chinese culture. Just to explain the thing about the seven orifices because it can be kind of confusing, the literal interpretation for the seven orifices that were sealed would be the eyes, nose, mouth, tongue and ears. However, in this novel, they seem to correspond with certain senses as well. Essentially, the “sense” that Yu Ru’e is missing is the ability to feel/ understand passion and love (much like Jin Mi from Ashes of Love if you’ve seen it haha). In Chinese, when you’re finally enlightened (i.e. when you finally realise something), this can be described as “开窍” , which is literally translated as “opening up (a hole/ an orifice)”. So when you put it all together, Yu Ru’e’s love aperture hasn’t been opened (开窍):
- literally because his shizun forgot to carve it open when he was a piece of jade lol, but
- also figuratively because now that he’s a person, he isn’t able to feel or understand love.
Please lemme know if that was too complicated of an explanation
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter haha. Thoughts on our 3rd gong? Also, we finally got to learn a bit more about Yu Ru’e’s past! (+ who’s this mysterious shizun??? )
YAYYYYYYYYY! THX FOR THE CHAP! I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE!!!
Nose-bleeding hard right now!!! This fallen immortal is definitely the symbol of breeedable. KYAAAA!!!😳😳🤩