Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Humiliation, dubcon and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
The pair managed to escape from the Guifu. The night was pitch-black, with smoketrees as far as the eye could see. Shadows flickered, and the chirping of crickets, hiding in the wild grass that were as tall as half a person, could be heard. Their cries were brief and mournful, vanishing in a flash, and a faintly discernible ghostly energy was suffused within them.
The black clothing on Yu Ru’e was barely enough to cover his body, and a large expanse of his pale, nephrite-like back was left exposed. The word “prostitute” had been written on his shoulder blades with a vermillion brush, and the seal of the Ghost King branded over the thumb-sized font. He resembled a beautiful painting that had been carefully appreciated, and then marked in vermillion, by someone. His legs were still unable to close, and both of his holes were swollen and burning up. A circle of tender, bright red flesh had flipped outwards, and the petals of his pussy were warm and moist, sticking to his inner thighs. The clit, which remained tightly bound by the white jade plum blossom, was round and bulging. With every step that he took, his cock would rub against the bean.
He frowned and stopped after every couple of steps, his waist trembling uncontrollably as he silently endured a mini orgasm.
Long ChiLe was well aware of his predicament, but he also knew that his shizun would never be willing to admit the unbearable desire that he was feeling, nor reveal the lewd state that he was in, with juices flowing down his thighs. As such, he pretended to be totally oblivious to the situation, and would only nonchalantly hold Yu Ru’e up when his waist grew weak, reminding him to pay attention to his steps.
Yu Ru’e’s body grew increasingly heated, and even his breaths became scalding hot. The eerily gloomy wild grass and ghostly trees ahead blended together – at times, they appeared to be twisting and distorted like the shadow of a snake, while at times they would look as wide as Japanese bananas, tossing and turning in the wind. The hazy and ambiguous glow of red lanterns in the distance could be seen through the darkness.
That was the burial site of cheap ghost prostitutes. The place would transform into a brothel at night, with the rouge boxes that they had used when they were alive being placed in front of their respective graves. One only needed to toss several copper coins into the box, and dip their fingers in the rouge, for the grave to automatically split open like the shell of a clam. A smooth, snow-white hand would stretch out from the seam, coiling around the visitor’s ankle. If the customer was more irritable, and kicked out with their foot, a ripe round ass would immediately peek out from the seam instead, the pale cheeks jiggling. The hole would be pried apart with ten fingers, and after receiving all the sperm and urine of the customer, the ghost prostitute would have to poke out her tongue and lap up the lewd fluids left on the floor.
These ghost prostitutes were kept by the Ghost Madam, and had no way of leaving the burial site. They were also powerless to turn away any visitors, so no matter if it was a stick thin ghost with tuberculosis, an impoverished ghost covered in skin disease and surrounded by flies, or a ghost with a mutilated corpse and intestines spilling out of their stomach, they would all be able to toy with the ghost prostitutes carelessly, as long as they paid with copper coins. Every night, the Ghost Madam would carry a lantern, and order all the prostitutes to stick out their pale buttocks, so she could look through the copper coins in each hole. If the customer had been pleased with the service, they would naturally leave three copper coins; if there were less than three coins for each customer, the Ghost Madam would instantly stick the handle of the lantern into the opening, making the ghost prostitute a lantern holder for the next several days.
The red lantern in the distance swayed up and down, shuddering from time to time. It was clear that there was a ghost prostitute who was currently being punished.
“Be careful, Shizun. Don’t go near the lit places.” Long ChiLe said, “We’ll be able to reach the edge of the ghost domain in half a day.”
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Long ChiLe walked on with his arm around his shizun. The injuries left by the Demon Lord could not heal by itself. On top of that, he had been on the move for a long time, with no time to care about such things at all. So he could only allow all the wounds on his body to worsen, dripping blood every step of the way. Even the dragon pearl under his jaw had grown dim and dull.
Although Yu Ru’e was unable to clearly see Long ChiLe’s deathly pale face, he knew that the smell of blood surrounding his disciple’s body had grown increasingly dense. In contrast, the dragon aura that usually encircled him was so faint that nearly all of it had dissipated. It was obvious that he was quickly reaching his limits.
He grabbed Long ChiLe’s wrist and rolled up the blood-soaked sleeves. Long ChiLe shivered slightly, but obediently stretched out his arm, allowing Yu Ru’e to take it.
Yu Ru’e bit open the tip of his tongue and gently touched it to the veins on his disciple’s wrist, sending in his own vital energy. Immediately after, he opened his soft warm lips, and took the pearl located at his disciple’s jaw into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.
Long ChiLe’s throat bobbed, sweat trickling from his temples. Even his exhales had become irregular, and he was almost utterly overwhelmed by the licking.
The dragon pearl contained his life’s worth of cultivation. In childhood, the true bloodline of this kind of dragon would not be visible, and they would appear to be just as weak as the lowliest dragons. Their dragon pearl would be no bigger than a grain of rice, and its colour very dim and dull. It was only by swallowing the dragon pearls of their own kind, could they then awaken the formidable power in their veins. As such, death and destruction was in Long ChiLe’s nature. Who knew how many of his own kind he had slaughtered and devoured, to gain such a clear and lustrous dragon pearl. He had never dared to let his shizun know how many massacres, and how much filth, tainted this youthful and delicate, snow-white appearance of his. But now, his shizun was actually using his soft, petal-like lips to suck on the most sordid part of him – his dragon pearl, and healing the wounds all over his body with gentle laps.
The pleasure that he felt psychologically nearly made his scalp go numb. It was as if his pure, ice-like shizun was kneeling between his legs, and sucking on his cock with his smooth, warm lips and moist red tongue. His silky-soft throat was constricting tightly, like a heated, crimson sheath made of flesh, and even his fair cheeks had been molded to the shape of his cock.
He wrapped his arms around Yu Ru’e’s satiny, naked back. His entire body was so aroused from the unintentional seduction that it was burning, and he was barely resisting taking on his dragon form to seek pleasure from Yu Ru’e.
Yu Ru’e was completely unaware of Long ChiLe’s lustful thoughts. He merely lowered his lashes, sucking on his little disciple’s dragon pearl until it was sparkling and clear, the entire surface warm and dripping wet.
He had no idea that his wicked disciple’s two ferocious dicks were already brushing lightly against his thighs.
Not far away, amongst the graves of the ghost prostitutes, the Ghost Madam was leaning on the remnants of a tombstone. A red string was wrapped around her snow-white wrist, and five shiny copper coins had been strung on it. She held a copper opium pipe between her fingers, and was currently exhaling a stream of smoke, her face raised towards the sky.
Wrinkles had formed at the corners of her slightly slanted eyes, and there was a sort of charm shining through that cruel gaze. Her cheeks were painted a deathly white, with a little bit of scarlet rouge on her lips. This was clearly a beauty past her prime.
As usual, she was watching over her prostitutes. Almost every tomb had cracked open a seam, revealing a vibrantly alluring pale ass. Some were being wantonly fingered by the withered fingers of a ghost, while some were being held and thrust into by fierce-looking evil ghosts, the squelching noises echoing throughout the burial site. There were even some that were tilted high towards the sky, with holes that were so loose that they looked like scarlet tunnels made of flesh. These were simply waiting for pungent urine to be poured in.
The Ghost Madam beamed in delight, calculating her earnings for the night while absent-mindedly tapping at her opium pipe. All of a sudden, her gaze sharpened, and she dashed into a thicket nearby.
Astonishingly, a bright, snow-white back was exposed under the shade of the trees. It was almost glowing in the darkness of the night. However, the word “prostitute” had been written over those slender shoulder blades.
This ghost prostitute had somehow managed to escape, and was even selling itself to men for free in the forest.
The Ghost Madam was furious. She reached out, her wrist resembling a white snake as it stretched several feet long, before finally resting on those naked shoulders. Five nails coated in bright red nail polish dug into the shoulder blades, dragging the ghost prostitute towards her.
“What a slut!” The Ghost Madam scolded, “The usual fucking isn’t enough for you? How dare you lose money by selling yourself for free.”
The hazy red light of the lantern revealed the ghost prostitute’s face, leaving the Ghost Madam stunned for a moment. A faint silver glow flowed through white silk-like strands of hair, and a pair of clear silver pupils resembling dewdrops could be seen under frost-like eyelashes. Only the pearl of his lips was a light pink, flushed with an enticing colour after being tasted by men. This was actually a rare treasure that appeared pure on the outside, with skin as bright as snow, while being wantonly seductive on the inside.
If she was to merely sell his ass, it would truly be a waste.
The Ghost Madam’s eyes spun in her head as she schemed, and she thought: why not tie this ghost prostitute to the remnants of a tombstone? Make him spread his legs and sit on the ground, so everyone would be able to see the superb quality of his lewd holes. Along with that face which resembled those of immortals, he could be free advertisement for her business. If a customer so wished, they could even top up a couple of coins, and happily spill a load of cum all over him.
She was just about to reach out a hand and grasp that ghost prostitute’s jaw, when she felt a sharp pain at her elbow. The snow-white arm had actually been cut off at its elbow, landing on the ground. In a flash, it turned into a black cloud.
The Ghost Madam screamed, her vision turning pitch-black. The last image she saw was the fair, bud-like face of a youth. His bright golden eyes were staring at her, each eye split down the middle by an ice-cold vertical pupil.
In a fit of rage, Long ChiLe had acted without care. The injuries on his body that had yet to heal, burst open again, and it was so painful that he sucked in a breath of cold air. He quickly went to hug Yu Ru’e, saying coquettishly, “Shizun, come help lick this disciple again, my body hurts so much.”
Before Yu Ru’e had a chance to reply, he felt a chill on his eyelashes. A drop of ice-cold rain had splattered on him.
In this cold and gloomy ghost domain, it had quietly begun to rain.
The raindrops fell down like lead. As long as the red light of the lantern shone on a slightly reflective surface, raindrops would splash out into the air, like countless shards of a mirror, pouring down continuously.
Every drop of rain reflected the naked, snow-white image of people in various positions. Some were crawling submissively on the ground, their hair pulled on by a man, forcing their snow-white necks to tilt upwards like a female dog. They stretched out their bright red tongues, licking at the musky cock with gusto, making the smooth round head glisten with saliva. While some were holding their thighs open by themselves, exposing the moist red slit as they spread the loose, flushed hole with two fingers, globes of white cum leaking out. Otherwise, some could be seen kneeling between a man’s legs, gyrating their hips and moving up and down as they took the man’s cock.
However, the prostitutes in these obscene positions all had the same cold face.
The Mist Flower Mirror had turned into rain, pattering to the ground.
Yu Ru’e watched on quietly. This time, he no longer had a sword in his hands.
Long ChiLe suddenly embraced him, shielding him in his embrace. The ice-cold rain fell on his snow-white cheeks, reflecting the image of a small and weak little black dragon. It was no bigger than a finger, and was curled up on the ground, taking its last breaths.
At the same time, outside the Guifu. The green-robed Ghost King stepped on the pine needles covering the ground, walking onwards silently. A white crane perched quietly on the branch of a withered pine tree. Its body was entirely white, and the air of an immortal surrounded it, like the hazy glow of moonlight. In its mouth was a jade carving in the form of a person. That person was no larger than a thumb, and the carving was exquisite; the facial features bore a remarkable resemblance to the actual person, and even the strands of hair could be counted.
Yuan Jixue took the figure into the palm of his hand, asking, “Where’s your body?”
The jade sculpture’s mouth opened wide, and it could actually say, “It’s almost gone.”
Yuan Jixue didn’t ask any more. Instead, he bit open a fingertip and touched it to the jade sculpture.
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