Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Nipple play/ development, lactation, scissoring, selfcest, objectification and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A plum blossom bud made of white jade had been clamped onto the swollen areola. With just a flick of the Ghost King’s finger, the bud would revolve and unfold into five gleaming, crystal-clear petals, with the delicate red nipple at its core.
This plum blossom appeared intricate and harmless, but, in fact, it hid a circle of moist, fine sepals. After being immersed in the milk of ghost prostitutes for forty-nine days, as soon as it was placed around the areola and rotated once, the areola in its entirety would swell and flush, becoming incomparably itchy and aroused.
The Ghost King grasped Yu Ru’e’s tender nipple and used two fingers to knead it roughly. The wanton and pitiful nipple trembled. It was glossy and translucent from the saliva that had been used to lubricate the area, and even the tightly shut opening in the nipple was glistening wetly.
A piece of black jade was pressed against the opening and pierced in relentlessly. The slippery, ice-cold saliva covered the tip, and it pushed open the inexperienced hole, digging its way inside like a snake. At times, when he saw the nipple shudder particularly violently, the Ghost King would pinch the swollen areola and lower his head to suck out a little part of the thorn-like jade, making loud sounds as though he was drinking soup, before using the tip of his tongue to send it back in deeply.
The repeated back and forth motion made it seem as though he was using the tip of his tongue to fuck the delicate nipple opening.
Unable to bear it, Yu Ru’e shivered and shook his head, letting out a miserable, stifled moan. But the slick hole grew heated against his will, softly opening by a tiny crack. Unexpectedly, it had actually grown aroused due to the irregular soft and harsh thrusts from the tip of the jade, and the obscene sucking from the Ghost King’s lips and tongue.
Not long after, the small thorn slid in all the way, leaving only a tiny bit of its rounded base visibly embedded in the bright red opening. It glowed with an inky light, resembling the fine stamens sprouting from the core of a flower.
Yu Ru’e, who had just taken in the cloud of ghost energy into his womb, still had a flat and smooth lower abdomen, like a woman in the early stages of pregnancy. Naturally, he was also not lactating yet.
As such, he only felt an itch at his nipple, as if the nipple had been sucked inside a hot moist mouth and licked to the point of melting into sticky pink fluids. After a few days, when the pregnancy had reached full term and the ghost fetus had grown larger, only then would this white jade plum blossom bud reveal its ruthlessness. The nipple swollen with milk would be tightly bound, so red and thoroughly ripe that it would be the size of a Manai grape. When pressed with a finger, the sloshing sounds of milk would be heard within the round nipple.
At that time, perhaps Yu Ru’e would have to hold onto his burning nipples all day long, whimpering in endless aching pain and bloating.
The other two white jade plum blossom buds were each methodically clamped onto his left nipple and his plump, delicate clit.
In this manner, Yu Ru’e was forced to expose his sensitive clit at all times, allowing others to toy with it. His snow-white thighs could only shudder as he knelt on the ground like a mare, revealing the entire length of his smooth, scarlet cleft. If the bulging, outwardly-flipped folds of his pussy brushed against his clit by off-chance, the area between his legs would immediately spasm and both his holes would flutter open, spurting out sticky fluids.
The Ghost King simply loved this visage of Yu Ru’e; his thoroughly toyed with appearance. Leaning over his body, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on the small piece of black jade inside, pushing it in and out as though it was a living thing. At the same time, he thrust himself deep into Yu Ru’e’s soft, slick and heated opening, as he forced Yu Ru’e to use his iron-clad fingers to fondle his flushed, swollen clit.
The finger gloves were cold and hard, and any movements using them were awkward and clumsy. They were covered in a layer of small spikes that were glistening wetly. Yu Ru’e was completely unable to control his strength, and his clit was pricked until it was twitching over and over again. Squelching sounds echoed as the tender, moist ball of red flesh was squashed flat and kneaded into a round bean under the iron-fingered gloves in turns. At times, the slick flesh would be stirred up, bulging out from the cracks between his fingers like a lump of half-melted rouge.
Every time Yu Ru’e fondled the area, his tongue would poke out from his mouth and his eyelashes would tremble wildly as he let out gasping sobs as though he was melting. His snow-white thighs spasmed and his lower abdomen contracted in waves. The soft flesh in his hole convulsed as if nearing death, sucking the hard member deep inside itself like a hot, satiny-smooth membrane, unwilling to let go.
The pleasure was dull and deep, digging its way out from the endless swollen soreness. He felt as though the pleasure was pulsing inside a layer of invisible membrane, revealing only a tiny bit of its blunt round head. Yu Ru’e had to press through the intense ache at his clit before he could experience the faint sweetness seeping out like dew, layer after layer piling on top of each other, bubbling up higher and higher until it surged all over his lower body.
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Not long after, he squirted repeatedly under the near-abusive strokes of his fingers. The finger gloves were dripping wet, and the small spikes on top were covered in sticky threads, all of which were the lewd fluids he had just sprayed out.
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The Ghost King pulled out, sweeping the sweat-soaked hair on his temples behind his ear.
Yu Ru’e had already been utterly fucked open. His eyes were unfocused and his lips slightly open, revealing a section of the red tongue pressed underneath the ball gag in his mouth. Both his pale thighs were bent and spread wide open, exposing the messy state of his groin. The folds of his pussy had unfolded stickily, clinging to his inner thighs. The whole area was a vivid, eye-catching scarlet, almost resembling a crushed sponge.
A few iron-gloved fingers rested over the swollen and flushed mound, continuously rising and falling in time with his breathing.
This alluring scene of a tortured peony made the Ghost King’s breath catch in his throat.
He was obsessed with Yu Ru’e’s expression of both arousal and dread, as well as his pitiful appearance when he whimpered and trembled in desire. It was obvious that he could hardly bear the aggressive rush of pleasure, yet he could only be speared open and his tender insides pried open by the man little by little.
Yu Ru’e was still twitching in the midst of his orgasm. His body had long grown accustomed to the pleasure and was greedy for more. When the stiff member pulled out halfway, the moist, scalding hot flesh of his hole fluttered and automatically opened up into a bright red tunnel that was the size of a lychee, with a ring of ripe, tender flesh bulging out.
Suddenly, he felt a chill between his legs. A hard, ice-cold object had been placed between his thighs.
It was a bronze mirror that was around the size of a palm. The back of the mirror was engraved with flowers, with green spots of oxidation amidst the elegant pattern of interlocking branches. The motif of a bunch of plump grapes had been embossed in the middle. This seemed to be a mirror that women usually used when dressing up.
The Ghost King grabbed Yu Ru’e’s fingers and pressed the mirror on his swollen pussy. Yu Ru’e’s dripping wet folds stuck to the surface of the mirror, and were squished until squelching sounds could be heard. The delicate flesh bulging out from his pussy was also crushed flat. The slick red flesh suckled on the ice-cold mirror surface as slippery juices flowed out constantly, staining the mirror with a watery light.
That ancient mirror seemed to have a strange soothing effect. Yu Ru’e felt a cool, refreshing sensation between his legs, and couldn’t help but to open his legs wider to allow the mirror to fit more snugly against his cunt, almost grinding against it.
It wasn’t until the surface of the mirror grew hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, as though it was melting, that he realised that something was strange. A pussy that was just as slick and soft as his own was pressed against himself. Fold to fold, clit to clit – even the flesh inside was bulging and flipped outwards in the exact same way, the two grinding against each other wetly.
It felt as if he was using his pussy to rub against a soft, constantly fluttering, sea anemone. As he twisted his waist and spread open his pussy to swallow the other’s smooth, hot opening, sucking up the thick honeyed fluids within, the other party thrust its hard clit against him, the soft bean fucking his lewdly itchy, swollen clit.
The two bright red cunts slapped against each other noisily, making sticky, wet kissing noises. From time to time, they would entwine together, grinding against each other, every inch of the flesh in the walls of their enticing holes completely unfolding and stretching taut as they rubbed back and forth.
If someone lifted the bronze mirror and took a look, they would be able to see two identical dripping wet cunts entangled together, like two mollusks copulating obscenely. The bronze mirror was pulled away slightly, exposing similarly swollen, rouge-red folds, and clits that had been tightly bound with white jade plum blossom buds. The inseparable red flesh resembled overflowing cream that was also like a layer of melting red wax. The mirror was covered in a hazy mist, its blurry surface subtly rippling with greater and greater intensity.
The Ghost King’s thick cock slid against the edge of the bronze mirror and thrust in. Instantly, his cock was enclosed by the suckling of two smooth, heated cunts. His entire dick was firmly clenched around, as though he had inserted it into a mound of trembling grease.
This bronze mirror was the previous Ghost King’s favourite treasure. The previous Ghost King was a woman who was rather adept at scissoring. On top of that, she only loved herself. Hence, she created such an erotic artifact out of bronze. If the mirror was stained with lewd fluids, its surface would immediately melt away, allowing one to entwine and grind against themselves.
Yu Ru’e would have never thought that, after being thoroughly toyed by men so obscenely, he would now be rubbed and thrust against by his own pussy. But he had already become immersed in this rare moment of gentle sex, and his waist and ass gyrated as he let out long, soft moans.
When he was amidst the throes of passion, his appearance was incredibly captivating. Drooping snow-white lashes were covered in glistening dew as though they were melting, his silver pupils hazy with a watery light. The corners of his eyes were flushed red, like the tinges of moist red colour on the petals of white plum blossoms.
Even if the Ghost King took a nipple into his mouth and pushed the small piece of jade inside back and forth, utterly drilling the hole open, Yu Ru’e would merely spread his moist red lips and let out a breath of sticky, hot air, raising his nipple to welcome the movements.
When Yu Ru’e squirted all over the surface of the mirror again, the Ghost King quickly grabbed the dripping bronze mirror and pressed it onto his flushed face, ordering him to lick up the lewd fluids that he had sprayed out.
As such, two fair faces pressed against each other on the inside and outside of the bronze mirror, a light flush covering their cheeks. They looked like a pair of Yulan magnolias that had bloomed open right against the branch. Their soft, glossy lips stuck together, and the delicate tips of their tongues poked out like the stamens of flowers, wetly licking at each other. Crystal-clear saliva and lewd fluids mixed together, and the surface of the mirror grew increasingly wetter as the licking continued, shining with an erotic light….
A few days later, at the Guifu in which the court of the nether world was located.
A hideous, ferocious-looking ghost messenger dragged a line of evil ghosts that had newly arrived with an iron chain, bringing them to a palace hall to be questioned. The iron chains clanged noisily. Some of the evil ghosts’ long, scarlet tongues lolled out, gurgling sounds emerging from their throats, while some of them had split open chests and stomachs, their shrill wails sounding like the cries of owls.
Two rows of white-faced ghost judges dressed in black and wearing black futous sat silently in front of the table. The Ghost King wore his customary green robes and belt, his complexion sickly and his lips miserably pale. The despondence written all over his face was like that of a scholar. It was only the two gloomy, dark marks under his eyes that truly revealed the callous, ice-cold ghost energy in those pitch-black eyes.
He clenched a hand, bringing the fist up to his lips and coughing lightly.
The ghost judge sitting below him immediately unfolded a scroll, flattening it out on the table. He began to recite the things that the ghost being questioned had done throughout his lifetime.
Having had his ribs cut open and split in two, the evil ghost lay in a pool of blood with his innards exposed, his gaze shifting around rapidly. That pair of small, beady eyes were muddy with lust. This ghost was lecherous by nature, and often ran amok in the village, raping married women from good families. Until one day, the object in his pants had been cleanly sliced off by a particularly fierce woman, and his corpse dismembered. Though he had died in such a wretched state, his lustful nature remained unchanged. Just now when he had been dragged over on the ground, his nostrils had expanded as he caught a whiff of lewd, musky sweetness.
As soon as he smelt this, he knew that the fragrance was from the lewd fluids trickling out of a ripe, well-fucked mare. The extraordinarily enticing scent was incredibly pure and rich – it was likely that mare had been fucked for a long time.
He didn’t dare to raise his head to peek at the Ghost King, so his eyes could only revolve around wildly as the remnants of the member at his groin pulsed frantically.
The Ghost King’s expression darkened. After the ghost judge had finished reciting, he said in a low voice, “Scald away the lecherous bones in his body by placing him into the boiling oil cauldron. He will be boiled and fried for fifty years, then reincarnated as livestock.”
He stretched out a hand to take a black stick. Pulling at it, he found that the stick-holder was quivering as it clenched around the stick, refusing to let go. The Ghost King rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves and grabbed a gavel, landing a harsh slap on the disobedient stick-holder. A loud “pa!” echoed throughout the room, and the tender, bright red tube swelled up high from the slap. The large bundle of sticks stuffed inside were incomparably wet, a section of their ends bulging out, stretching the opening into a moist, red rhombus,
Shockingly, this stick-holder was a young man. The upper half of his fair, naked body rested in the Ghost King’s arms, his white hair hanging over shoulders as pale as jade. The expanse of his back was glistening with sweat, his waist sunken down deeply as he placed his smooth, round peach-like ass on the table. His long legs had been pressed underneath his ass, and folded into a kneeling position. Only a segment of the delicate, snow-white sole of his foot could be seen, as well as ten round, pink toes.
This ass had obviously just endured a round of flogging, and was so red and swollen that it almost seemed translucent. Red marks of varying lengths were strewn all over the crystal-clear skin, most of which appeared to have been caused by the wide gavel. Red imprints of half-finger height layered over the exquisite dimples in his back, making the area resemble ripe peaches.
His ass hole and pussy had both been stuffed full, bulging as the tempting flesh inside flipped outwards. They had become two lychee-sized scarlet holes, a bundle of sticks crammed into each opening. Half of the sticks were painted with vermillion, and were to be used for rewarding good deeds; while the other half were painted with ink, to be used for punishing evil deeds.
The two urethras that had been previously opened had also been spread apart, the crimson holes dripping wet as they sucked on the shafts of two writing brushes. The brushes made of top-notch quality weasel bristles were pressed deep into the urethras, and occasionally violently twisted by the Ghost King.
His sensitive and tender sexual organs had been used as common household item holders, but Yu Ru’e couldn’t even make a muffled sound. A wooden dildo had been firmly plunged into his mouth, pressing down his moist red tongue and constantly sticking into his throat. Today, he would be nothing more than a stick-holder – he was neither allowed to moan wantonly nor sway his shiny, plump ass. If there was even the slightest movement, the Ghost King’s gavel would land ruthlessly between his two holes.
The Ghost King’s fingers rested carelessly on his smooth, bare hips. From time to time, he would caress the flesh, as though he was playing with the glossy armrests of a fragrant rosewood chair. He was completely treating the smooth, supple flesh as a cold, lifeless object.
“Evil stick,” the Ghost King said.
Yu Ru’e’s holes fluttered open and close, the red flesh squeezing at the sticks inside, contracting again and again as it pushed the sticks outwards. Two bundles of dripping wet sticks were pushed out halfway. Covered in crystal-clear sticky fluids, the sticks quivered as they protruded out of the crimson holes. But the Ghost King lifted his gavel and harshly slapped the cunt, shoving the bundle of red sticks that was pushed out, all the way back into the hole.
Yu Ru’e’s delicate cervix was instantly speared open. The soft, slick flesh inside wrapped around the invading sticks, sucking on them gently. Clad in iron finger gloves, his hands held onto his belly, which was the size of a five-months pregnant woman, with difficulty, and his whole body shuddered due to the thrust.
The Ghost King’s hand squeezed his pale, round abdomen, feeling the wave-like tremors underneath. But his other hand grasped a black stick and pulled it out forcefully.
The stick, covered in lewd fluids, landed in front of the new ghost with a clatter.
The rich and sweet lewd fragrance assailed his nostrils, finally attracting the attention of the new ghost, and making him raise his head to look at the table.
——All he saw was two unremarkable black stick-holders that appeared to be trembling lightly for some unknown reason.
Naturally, the Ghost King’s concealment array could not be seen through by this kind of insignificant small ghosts. However, he refused to give up, fixing his gaze onto the two lewdly fragrant cylinders.
It was as though the gaze had weight, causing Yu Ru’e to shiver slightly. The Ghost King leaned in close to his ear, chuckling in a low voice, “Xian-zun daren, the sight of you cocking your well-fucked ass, with both your holes stuffed full of sticks, has all been seen by that little ghost down below. The way this king sees it, you had better not go back to being a xian-zun anymore. Isn’t lying obediently on this table, and being a stick-holder thoroughly filled up with sticks for the rest of your life, wonderful as well?”
Yu Ru’e’s abdomen felt dense and heavy, drooping with the weight of the ghost fetus inside. He could hardly kneel steadily. On top of that, the sticks in his ass hole had become extremely slippery. The moment his hole relaxed, the lascivious flesh inside flipped outwards. With a push from the fertile, scarlet flesh flower, the bundle of sticks fell all over the ground at once.
The Ghost King’s expression sank, and then he actually inserted the gavel into the soft, dripping-wet hole. Pinching the wood with two fingers, he stirred it around, “Such a loose hole. It can’t even hold onto the gavel, let alone be used as a stick-holder!”
He wrapped an arm around Yu Ru’e’s round belly and pushed his peach-like ass up, carrying him in one smooth motion.
Two drums stood before the Guifu. They were each a person tall, and were used to sound out grievances. They were supported with Ceylon ebony frames, from which a pair of percussion mallets that were each the size of a fist dangled, tied with red silk.
Two days ago, the Ghost King had brought Yu Ru’e to the drums on a whim. He had raised one of Yu Ru’e’s legs and penetrated him deeply from behind, as though he was pounding into a lustful female dog. At the same time, he forced him to stick out his plump, bright red nipples and round belly, making them rub against the cool surface of the drum.
With every thrust of his hips, Yu Ru’e would be forced to use his swaying belly to smack against the surface of the drum. The oppressive and imposing sound of the drum intertwined with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, while the cold, coarse leather rubbed against Yu Ru’e’s delicate, swollen nipples.
When the Ghost King finally turned him over, the surface of the drum was already wet, two faint moist rings of pure white marking the area. His bright red nipples were swollen to the size of Manai grapes, protruding enticingly on the flat expanse of his chest. It was as if all the milk was stored in these two plump, ripe nipples, and with just a single pinch, sweet white fluids would flow out. The opening in those nipples could be seen with the naked eye, pearl-like beads of gleaming white milk trickling out from the small, moist red hole. Unexpectedly, the opening in his nipples had opened up after he had been pressed onto the drum and fucked, allowing colostrum to seep out.
Realising that he had lost the first taste of Yu Ru’e’s milk to this sheet of leather, the Ghost King felt a wave of regret and hatred in his heart. He immediately rolled up the sheet of leather on the spot, sweeping it away.
From then on, this drum had stood idle and unused, leaving only the frame made of Ceylon ebony wood behind.
But now, Yu Ru’e’s legs were spread wide open and placed on the frame of the drum, his flushed, swollen ass tilted high in the air. The percussion mallets that were tied with red silk were pushed into both his holes, stretching the two flesh flowers until they were full and bulging, revealing only a little bit of the tender red flesh inside.
The inviolable xian-zun of the past, was now holding onto his round snow-white belly, two large fertile nipples protruding out, having been reduced to an unbelievably wanton human drum.
At the same time, a black dragon dripping with blood hovered amidst the gloomy, dark clouds above the ghost domain. The shape of his body resembled a pitch-black mountain ridge. However, by the blood rain that poured down, and the dragon scales that fell off messily wherever he passed by, it was clear that he had suffered grave injuries. The black dragon cried out sorrowfully, his claws protracting as he dived headfirst into the ghost domain.
T/N: Imagine being jealous of a drum….. + It seems our little dragon has finally come for his shizun 
Tsk tsk, another gongfight ahead!
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That mirror sounds pretty interesting~~