Tags: Growing milk breasts, enlarging nipple holes
In the Vibrant Manual.
Nail-sized bright beads were strung together by translucent strings and woven into a white and lustrous bead cage. Although it was called a bead cage, it was more like a bead curtain. It was woven very loosely, the clear beads floated in a rippling pattern. The light and shadows of the beads rose and fell, hazy and water-like as they fell across snow-white skin. It made the silky white expanse seem more precious than any treasure.
Yu Ru’e sat kneeling in the cage, strings were wrapped around every joint, and his eyes were unfocused, just like a puppet. He had been drugged, and after walking a few steps, he would fall down due to a lack of strength in his legs. After crawling on his knees for a long time, the thin strings made messy red marks on his calves.
He couldn’t remember at all what he had done wrong to be locked in a cage.
In his chaotic thoughts, there was still the dull pain of being deflowered. The shame of being forced to open up his body, being invaded in his deepest parts and filled with cum made him subconsciously resistant to intimacy. Now that he was suspended here alone, he was actually quietly relieved.
Outside the bead cage, the strings used to connect the beads extended from all directions, like countless shining, silver spider silk.
Over a dozen immortal fairies in thin white outfits with lofty attitudes were around. Some backhandedly strummed the pipa while flying in the air and some stroked the bead strings, wrapping the strings around jade-like fingers and licking it gently, contaminating it with saliva.
After the Heavenly Realm was invaded, these immortal fairies were hollowed out and made into puppets. The immortal power in their bodies was drawn out and turned into long and short silk strings under their fingers, which imprisoned the once icy as mountain snow immortal into a caged white bird.
Chikui lazily listened to the clear melodies and his mind completely fell on Yu Ru’e.
He stood in front of the bead cage, admiring the snowy skin swaying between the beads. He hooked one of the silk threads and tugged it gently.
In the bead cage, a pale pink toe poked out, followed by a delicate instep, and a thin ankle, like a snow-white flower bud slowly growing out from a branch.
Chikui grabbed his ankle. The peach-pink ointment covering it was used to control pet slaves, softening their tendons and bones, making their skin soft as cotton. After applying too much, it was the same as abolishing both feet, leaving him to be a plaything in the man’s palms.
Yu Ru’e’s foot was held and played with viciously yet lightly by him. Yu Ru’e began trembling silently, his snow-white eyelashes hung down, completely not knowing what kind of toying he would experience.
Suddenly, a soft crane feather touched the sole of his foot and scratched lightly. Yu Ru’e shook and subconsciously retracted his foot, but the man firmly held his ankle.
“You Heavenly Realm keep so many things that you can only look at but not eat, they’re just right for entertainment,” Chikui said, “If you move, I will pluck out the feathers one by one and insert them into your breast holes.”
He spoke ruthlessly, but the way he twisted the crane feather was extremely gentle as it swept across the soles of his foot and gently brushed the gaps of his toes. It twisted lightly in and out against the creamy ointment.
Yu Ru’e’s calf trembled and his toes curled up because of him. He was like a kitten whose claws were squeezed by the pads, straightening and curling his toes as the other played.
“Why don’t you laugh?” Chikui said coldly, “Isn’t it ticklish?”
Yu Ru’e pursed his lips, the dimple at the corner of his lips looming. His toes were intolerably itchy and he suddenly squeezed his butt through the bead cage.
His other leg was covered with sweat and cum, standing unsteadily, and it suddenly slipped past the bead cage. Suddenly, his waist arched and several thin bead chains went between his legs. A straight bead chain was pulled taut into the red and moist crevice and a round and crystal clear bead tightly clamped against his pearl.
The bead cage noticed the struggle of its captive and immediately began its punishment.
The immortal fairies who were swaying the qin strings slowly suddenly swiped their fingers like lightning and strummed them loudly. The silk threads were deeply embedded in the snow-white skin. The two blushing and plump nipples were strangled and the sensitive feminine points were pulled out high and stretched like thin lines.
Yu Ru’e was bound so painfully, his two flush nipples trembled slightly and were slightly open with a little wet red gleam.
“Put the tits out of the cage,” Chikui said.
The silk strings immediately twisted flexibly like white silk, wrapped around Yu Ru’e’s waist, and pulled forward.
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The delicate red hole was stretched open by the clear beads. A halo formed by the beads fell on the bright red areola, and the moist and soft flesh inside could be clearly seen.
Yu Ru’e’s nipples were terribly cold and the cold seeped in from them. He couldn’t help frowning and whimpering.
“Why isn’t milk coming out yet?” Chikui grabbed the nipple and asked, “How can you be a milk slave with such tiny tits?”
A ray of red light quickly passed through Yu Ru’e’s hazy eyes.
Chikui’s command worked. He immediately remembered that since he was deflowered, he had been crawling at Chikui’s feet like a bitch, holding out his two nipples, constantly rubbing against Chikui’s legs.
Chikui’s interest was swept up by the two tiny tits, so he made him a milk slave, expanding his breast holes every day until milk flowed out like a nursing woman.
But his chest was always flat. Even if the nipples were already red and chubby, and the breast holes were itching unbearably every day, he still couldn’t make milk.
He was ashamed and said with tears in his eyes, “Sob… I beg the master to punish Yu-nu.”
Chikui raised his eyebrows and took advantage of the situation to ask, “How should I punish?”
Yu Ru’e’s nipple was in pain, but he still meekly raised his chest and pressed against Chikui’s rough and hot palm.
“Please master,” Yu Ru’e whispered, “Brutally ruin this pair of worthless tits.”
What he didn’t know was that the beads embedded in his nipples were formed from the tears of a pregnant shark, and it was extremely prolactin-promoting. Soon, his chest would bulge, and they would become like delicate flower buds, unable to bear being touched at all. Milk would swell and it could be considered a long and difficult torment.
However, he still begged for punishment from his owner with tears in his eyes, and he would definitely be fanned to the point where his breasts were swollen and the milk flowed.
Chikui didn’t say anything, just kneaded Yu Ru’e’s tiny breasts with interest and feeling the restless heartbeat beneath. Yu Ru’e’s chest gradually bulged under his palm as milk sloshed, forming suggestive and subtle arcs like a girl’s. They could be easily grasped by the palm of his hand, like catching a pair of delicate pigeons.
The nipples were as ripe and as soft as a pregnant woman’s. The well-played familiarity and the inexperienced youth set off each other, making this pair of breasts more and more like white snow and red plums.
Chikui took out a long stick in his hand. This freshly broken bamboo stick was only two fingers wide and it still had burrs. It had been entirely coated in fine pearl powder and it felt both smooth and thorny.
The bamboo stick swished through the air. A red mark appeared on the damp skin and the delicate right breast stood trembling. The shaking had not yet subsided when the bamboo came down again and again, scattering red marks like oleander petals. The still-developing milk jugs were swollen and shined from how tight they were. The milk within was almost forced out.
Yu Ru’e was beaten and cried out incessantly, his ass riding on the bead chains twitched wildly. At the same time, the immortal fairies’ fingering became more and more unrestrained. The strings twisted and turned and the wet bead chains pressed against the two holes. Sometimes they were deeply embedded in a pool of red between the clenching flush lips where the rouge-colored pearl dripped and flung out crystal clear liquid. Sometimes they stretched taut, like a hot knife cutting wax, cutting through the tender meat layer by layer, slamming through it, sawing back and forth like lightning.
Yu Ru’e was in sweet agony and his moans made a melody with the silk strings and bamboo.
The next to be punished was the tender red nipple. Chikui used the stick against his tits, his wrists shook, and the bulging areola immediately made a gurgling sound.
“Why isn’t the milk coming out?” Chikui asked knowingly, pressing against the bead in the nipple. “If the milk still doesn’t come, I will punish you by making you in a urinal, spreading your pussy every day waiting for people to piss.”
Yu Ru’e whimpered, his breasts swelled rapidly. The two fat and tender snowballs quivered, making his waist seem especially thin. He could barely hold their heavy weight and had no choice but to hold the two fair mounds between his arms, a bead chain deeply sunk in the cleavage.
“There is milk,” he hugged his breasts, the fatty mounds overflowing from between his fingers, trembling. His eyelashes were held tears, and he said sobbingly, “Hn… don’t hit it, it’s going to break, ah!”
He was naked, with sticky white hair, and holding milkers in his hands. How could he still resemble the tall and upright immortal from the past with his thick peach-like behind, tight waist, plump breasts, plus covered in sexual fluids. Even if it he was wrapped in an abstinent black robe, he’d be nothing more than a promiscuous whore.
Yu Ru’e’s slender fingers pinched the nipples and squeezed hard. Two streams of pure white milk were about to splash out from the tender red nipples, but they were blocked. They instantly reversed back into the swollen breasts, and, as if being shot by his own milk, the two plump white flesh bounced wildly.
Yu Ru’e felt unspeakable pain, and the fingers holding the nipples continued to spasm. His wet red lips opened and he let out a moan that sounded like a sob, “It hurts… nng, so bloated, master… Master…”
In the center of the bead, there was a small hole as thin as a strand of hair where milk dripped out, wetting and making the two bright red nipples slippery. The fair hands were covered with milk, going all the way to the elbows and dripping from the gaps in the bead cage like pearls falling on a jade plate, forming two pure white puddles.
The Vibrant Manual flashed slightly, and a second picture of a milk slave was drawn in the air. The immortal in the bead cage was holding milk-filled breasts, and the two balls of flesh trembled, sandwiching the man’s thick and dark cock. An angry cockhead came out of the cleavage and touched the immortal’s delicate red tongue.
The immortal’s breasts were dripping, his eyelashes lowered, and he gently licked the man’s penis.
As Chikui walked, the pictures in the air changed rapidly. The immortal’s posture became more and more obscene. Sometimes he wore jade rings on his nipples and hung beads on his clit while led like a bitch and cum flowed from between his legs. Sometimes he was in a water prison, his body upside down with only his lower half above the water for anyone to grab hold of thrust into. Sometimes Chikui held his waist from behind, shoved into the back hole, and moved forward as if teaching a baby how to walk.
In this endless manipulation, his lewdness was revealed, and he turned into a soft and horny jade slave. Just by sitting quietly between the man’s legs on his plump and fair behind, his wet entrances clenching, endless cum dripped out. After finally reaching the end of the slave scene, he could only lie on the ground and whimper quietly.
Chikui looked casually and turned the book back to the first page.
“Again,” Chikui said, “it’s not enough.”
At the end of the subterranean river, against the rock wall, there were hundreds of huge bird nests. Pitch-black beaks densely protruded from the ridges between the nests, cold and hard as iron. At first glance, it looked like countless sharp arrowheads piercing through the iron-gray arrow stacks.
These birds were originally the most common bullfinch in the world. After being infused with demonic energy, their body size skyrocketed until they were about the size of adult men. They had copper skin and metal bones, their whole body covered in impenetrable metal feathers. With a snap of their beak, even a body with powerful healing ability would be instantly split open.
Chikui curled his fingers into fists and slammed into the rock wall.
Stone chips exploded out in a shower. The muscles on Chikui’s forearm bulged, the hand was like iron, and in an instant, hundreds of heavy punches were sent out. The sound of smashing through the air was like a cluster of thunder. The earth and mountain shook and tens of thousands of gray demon sparrows came out of their nests and swooped down.
Chikui jumped up to meet the flock of black birds.
He grabbed the last gray demonized sparrow in his hand and squeezed his fingers hard.
This demonic bird was surprisingly small and had a red belly. It was silently hiding in the rocky crevices, but it still couldn’t escape the end of being crushed by bare hands.
Chikui’s blood and flesh exploded out from his fingers like mud and he spread out his bloody palm hand to reveal a puddle of twitching meat.
A thumb-sized red agate laid quietly in the mushed gore, radiating a scarlet and demonic light.
Chikui picked up the agate bead and flung off the sticking flesh. The agate bead throbbed between his fingers, astonishingly hot, like a heart that had been cut out alive.
That was indeed half a heart.
Three hundred years ago, half of Chikui’s demon heart fell from the Nine Heavens and was pecked into the belly of a curious grey sparrow, turning it into a small thing like an agate.
A demon’s heart was the source of a demon’s cultivation. Once injured, it couldn’t be regenerated. Therefore, for three hundred years, he had always suffered from the pain of splitting his heart. Now that the demon heart was in his hands, he was not in a hurry to refine and reabsorb it but played with it casually.
A snow-white, sweat-drenched body fell from mid-air and was wrapped in his arms.
Yu Ru’e hugged his tail, opened his eyes in a daze, and recoiled abruptly when he saw him.
“Hm?”
Chikui just narrowed his eyes, he immediately stretched out his snow-white arms, wrapped his arms around Chikui’s neck, and gently licked the new wound there.
His red tongue was soft and docile, but his body trembled uncontrollably, like a white bird soaked in rain, curled up in fear, and snuggled into the palm of the hunter.
Chikui stroked his sweaty waist and suddenly asked, “Are you afraid of me?”
Yu Ru’e stopped licking and looked at him uneasily.
Chikui pinched the red agate, and suddenly sneered, “Do you still recognize me? Speak.”
The demonic energy around him surged violently like boiling magma. His red hair flew without wind and his red eyes narrowed slightly. This was a precursor to his rage.
For a moment, he wanted to grab the flexible waist under his hands and crush this soft, snow-white body in the palm of his hand like the gray sparrow. As prey, he was trapped without knowing it and lost his feathers to keep out the cold, revealing soft, white, and tender flesh that should have been chewed and swallowed.
The half demon heart sensed his emotional ups and downs and seduced him loudly:
‘Choke him by the neck.’
‘Twist his limbs and remove all the bones from his body.’
‘Chewed his flesh and blood to pieces and swallow the snow-like skin in bite by bite.’
‘He wouldn’t respond anyway, why not…’
Yu Ru’e noticed the change in his qi. The two fox ears stood up nervously and he curled up a little more into his arms.
Chikui’s muscles were tense, and suddenly, his arms felt heat as ten pale and slender fingers lightly rested on his sturdy forearms like a string of delicate buds. They instantly crushed the delicate balance. Between the scattered white hair, the fair face looked up at him, ignorant and terrified.
Chikui said irritably, “What are you looking at? Don’t look.”
Yu Ru’e still kept glancing at him.
Chikui frowned and was greatly displeased. He grabbed Yu Ru’e’s hand, stuffed the red agate into his palm, and roughly squeezed his five fingers together.
“Take it to play, don’t come to bother me.”
A/N:
Little Dragon: I want to develop Master into a sweet dragon’s nest~
Bai Xiao: I want to train my disciple to be an obedient little bitch.
Ghost King: I want to write a complete book of criminal law on immortals.
Demon Lord: I want… want to cure xiao-Yu’s long-term facial paralysis?!!
T/N: Commissioned by Nyanmaru
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