Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Latex, objectification, dubcon and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A few days later.
Outside the Guifu, there stood a brand new drum. It was painted all over in vermillion, and its surface was a glittering white. Two double peonies had been drawn on the surface of the drum. They were crimson in colour, their cores shiny with dew, giving an appearance of the petals unfolding layer by layer when the drum’s surface vibrated.
The vibrant beauty of the drum was remarkably eye-catching. Each and every ghost messenger who passed by would be dazzled by this bewitching drum, fantasising for a split second that there was actually a naked beauty with snow-white skin bound in place of the drum.
Two dripping wet drumsticks tied with red silk hung in mid-air, swaying slightly. The green-robed Ghost King stood by the drum with his sleeves rolled up, caressing the bright, snow-white surface of the drum lovingly, as though he could not bear to part with it.
No one knew that, under the concealment array, there was a pregnant immortal. He had been forced to kneel over the frame of the drum, holding his pregnant belly as he tilted up his swollen red buttocks, allowing anyone to carelessly play with the two lewd holes in his peach-like ass. The plump, bright red clit had been so tightly bound by the white jade plum blossom that it bulged out, protruding out of the spread unfurled, moist red folds. The Ghost King kneaded the clit with varying intensity, making it incomparably slick, like the flesh of a freshly-opened clam.
Having been nourished with Yin energy daily, the ghost fetus grew rapidly, and would be delivered very soon. The immortal’s snow-like lower abdomen weighed down heavily. A few iron gloved fingers could only attempt at holding up the round belly with great difficulty, the pale and smooth, nephrite-like flesh seeping out from between those cold, pitch-black fingers. Having reached full-term, the weight of the ghost fetus pressed against his urinary tract, making him constantly endure the bloated sensation of holding in urine. His two urethral openings had long been chiselled open, and the moist scarlet holes fluttered, smooth flesh parting like silk as they obediently swallowed the man’s little fingers. Otherwise, he would end up dripping clear urine all day long, wetting his pale thighs until they became a sticky, glistening mess.
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Even more humiliating was his particularly aroused body during pregnancy. His entire body was enveloped in a cloud of desire. Every inch of his skin was delicate and satiny-smooth, so pale that it resembled sheep’s milk, radiating heat that was as sweet as malt sugar. It was as though the back that usually seemed to be carved from ice and jade had now melted into a puddle of honey. His ripe pink buttocks were swollen, the bright red cleft moist and glossy, as if all the honey stored inside could be squeezed out with the single light scrape of a finger.
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The Ghost King caressed for a long time, delight faintly appearing in his melancholic eyes.
Back when he was still a human, he had fantasised about such a scene in his most secret spring dreams. Clothed in red, the white-haired immortal had a face as clear and cold as ice and snow, his supple neck long and slender like a white crane. However, the thin, rouge-coloured robes stuck wetly to his waist, revealing the pale jade-like skin of the round, pregnant belly beneath, lightly flushed in a peach colour. Two long legs knelt down, divided around the sides of his waist. Snow-white hips swayed gently as they took his cock to the base, the hole, that was especially slick and smooth due to pregnancy, softly suckled and clenched around the member. The light of the red candle shone high, the gauze of the canopy fluttering around them, casting a hazy crimson glow across alabaster hips, resembling half-melted red wax dripping onto haitang branches.
Although he had become a ghost, and their intrinsic energies were now different, he had managed to trap this person in his embrace after all.
Yu Ru’e was completely unaware of the multitude of thoughts flitting through the Ghost King’s mind, and was merely gasping quietly. The taut skin of his round belly was stuck between the wooden drum frame, as if it had been restrained with a cangue. The smooth, snow-white flesh of his belly had been pressed to the point of deformation, and was on the verge of spilling out. The Ghost King bent over, using his thin cold lips to kiss the moist skin there. The protruding, bright-red navel received special attention. It was lightly licked and toyed with by his tongue until smacking sounds emerged.
Yu Ru’e’s body shuddered slightly from the licking, a flush blooming on his cheeks. His entire body reddened, and the ten fingers carrying his lower abdomen were almost unable to keep their hold on the slippery skin.
Unexpectedly, he was actually enjoying the pleasure derived from being lewdly played with, even as his body was in such a state of indecent nudity.
In his daze, he suddenly caught the whiff of a familiar smell, mixed with the overwhelmingly strong scent of blood. A shiver ran through his body at once, and, ignoring the fingers wantonly kneading all over his body, he turned his head with difficulty.
A youth dressed in black and wearing a black futou was slowly walking outside the Guifu. Those clothes did not fit well, and hung loosely off his shoulders, revealing a chest stained with blood. It was obvious that they had been peeled off the back of a ghost judge. The futou had been worn at a slanted angle, and a damaged dragon horn peeked out from beneath. The two vermillion-coloured straps dangling from the sides of the futou were stuck to the youth’s snow-white cheeks. The soft, inky-black hair at his forehead was slightly tousled, the contrast making his lips look like morning star lilies, and his appearance as graceful as Yulan magnolia buds.
The only thing was that he was limping as he walked, and numerous wet splotches had soaked through his black clothes. His body was shrouded by the extremely heavy scent of blood. With a single glance, Yu Ru’e could tell that he had suffered grave injuries, and had only managed to make it here by sheer will alone.
“Le-er…” Yu Ru’e frowned, uncaring of the embarrassing state of nudity he was currently in.
The Ghost King sneered, grabbing his chin and gathering his sweat-soaked white hair over one shoulder. A smoke-like wisp of ghostly energy quietly flew towards his face, turning into a thin, jet-black membrane in an instant, as though drops of wax had melted off the sides of a candle into a puddle. The membrane was firm but very elastic. Light reflected lasciviously off its surface, resembling the glossy quality of tree resin. The thin sheet enveloped his entire body, securely wrapping around it. Yu Ru’e was unable to see anything, and could only breathe through his mouth. Surrounded by darkness, his sense of touch became infinitely more sensitive. It was as though he had really become an inanimate drum. Only his tender skin as well as his fluttering holes remained alive, suffering in the midst of an endless wanton itch and dry heat as they awaited the rough pounding, and occasional moments of mercy, from a man.
From the outside, one could only faintly see the elegant, straight line of his nose. The snow-white skin of his chin was exposed outside; his thin red lips were slightly open, like delicate petals that had been soaked in dew, revealing a little bit of the moist red tongue that had been trapped under the ball gag. Crystal-clear saliva dripped down uncontrollably from the corners of his lips.
In this way, he was absolutely no different from any prostitute who had just been fucked.
The latex suit that was tightly stretched over his body had two holes at the chest. An expanse of soft, white skin was squeezed out through the openings, and two plump, bright red nipples were visible. They were round and bursting with milk, and even the delicate red holes there had been opened. Pure white milk dripped out ceaselessly, hanging off the tips of those round, pink nipples.
Bound in the membrane, his full-term pregnant belly appeared especially round. The thin, rubbery material was almost stretched to the point of becoming translucent, and the delicate clear skin beneath could be vaguely seen. The flesh there rose and fell continuously in time with his rapid breaths, resembling a young butterfly struggling near death, about to break out of the cocoon at any moment.
But his back remained slender and graceful as always, every inch of the skin there snugly encased in the suit. Due to the kneeling position that he was in, with his hands carrying his pregnant belly like a female dog, those plump, round buttocks looked especially tempting. It was like a peach with thin skin and soft flesh, fully ripe and swollen with juices. When forcefully pried open by a man’s hands, the moist red cleft would be revealed. The uniquely enticing ripeness that came with pregnancy made the opening incredibly flushed and smooth. The thick, fleshy folds were stuck to his inner thighs, which had been firmly bound in the membrane. Those full lips were shiny, having a vividly fresh colour.
To be kneeling like a female dog in front of the little disciple he had personally raised, exposing his two outwardly-flipped scarlet holes that were still dripping lewd fluids… Even someone like Yu Ru’e, who had a nature that was resolute and unyielding, couldn’t help but tremble all over in shame, his entire body growing hot.
The Ghost King held his chin, using two fingers to pinch his red tongue, stirring it around as squelching sounds emerged.
He was still dressed in green and wearing a belt. His body was slender and graceful like a piece of jade, his appearance clean and refined like a scholar. But that pair of long and narrow gloomy black eyes were narrowed slightly.
Long ChiLe glanced at him. In that instant, the youth’s usual soft moist pupils briefly became intensely cold, golden dragon pupils due to the uncontrollable rage.
Their gazes parted the moment they met, like soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. The murderous intent hidden in their eyes were fleeting, pushed under a thin layer of ice, where sharp undercurrents continued to roil.
All of a sudden, Long ChiLe placed a hand against the surface of the drum. His back bowed, and he coughed out a large mouthful of murky blood mixed with visceral fragments. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, uttering coldly, “I want to file a complaint against the Ghost King for carrying out personal punishments without authority, distorting right and wrong, and defiling an immortal. Do you accept this accusation or not?”
The Ghost King said indifferently, “Since you have a complaint, you must follow the rules of the court and sound the drum for grievances. This king will naturally let you see if the one being questioned is an immortal or a ghost prostitute.”
Long ChiLe scoffed, taking the two dripping wet percussion mallets into each hand. The bright white surface of the drum quivered as though it was breathing, and the two rouge-coloured peonies unfolded beautifully. Their petals were delicate, as if they had been freshly washed in water, and the flowers were vivid and realistic.
The mallets were slanted, banging down on the core of the flowers with thunderous force. The strong and supple surface of the drum sank in deeply under the forceful beating, the petals closing around the mallets like flower buds, before softly pushing them out again.
Long ChiLe’s hands never stopped, and the two percussion mallets whooshed through the air, dancing vigorously on the surface of the drum. At times, they would fall repeatedly on the flower cores, like strikes of thunder surging forth from clouds, the dull sound of drum beats ringing continuously. And at times, the mallets would be thrust straight in and pulled out slowly, like unhurried strikes on an anvil. The percussion mallets twisted and turned, nearly smashing those two lifelike peonies into mush.
The peonies had obviously been just painted on, and the cinnabar used, had yet to dry. Unexpectedly, large quantities of pink liquid soaked through the surface of the drum, dyeing the entire glittering white expanse a gorgeous rouge, like a flush blooming on the cheeks of a beauty.
The suction on the percussion mallets grew stronger and stronger, and it was almost like they had been stuck in a moist fish mouth. The moment Long ChiLe pressed down, the two heads of the mallets that were covered in coarse red cloth, slid directly into the cores of the peonies. The ends of the mallets stood ramrod-straight, quivering wildly like the strings of a qin.
At that moment, the surface of the drum rippled like water and dissipated, turning into a round ass wrapped in latex. The flushed pussy and ass hole had both been thoroughly pounded into a soft, moist mess, and were fluttering frantically. The two percussion mallets were almost completely buried inside the holes, and crystal-clear fluids squirted out uncontrollably.
Long ChiLe was caught off guard by the change, and the musky sweet fluids splashed onto the corner of his lips. He subconsciously licked it away.
Wait…. WHAT. I don’t understand. Did he become a drum 🤔?
There’s an array (visual elusion) on him so everyone but the Ghost King sees him as a drum.
I have to say, Ghost King is my least favorite gong so far 🤷
I agree that he’s also my least favourite gong so far, but I cannot deny that some of the things he did… Was pretty interesting 😉