Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
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WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Dubcon, humiliation, exhibitionism, and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Each of the barriers separating the three realms of immortals, humans and demons were distinctly different. The human domain and ghost domain were only divided by a river.
That river was as muddy as lead, and swiftly coursed along cliffs, meandering all the way to the end of the human realm. The cliffs by the shore of the river were exceedingly dangerous, and were a remnant section of the Broken Soul Mountain. The Broken Soul Mountain originally stretched for thousands of miles, and there were a few villages scattered across the hollows of the cliffs in this remaining segment.
On the other side of the cliffs, there was a large expanse of unmarked graves. Skeletons piled up in heaps, their bones separated. A wretched green ghost flame danced in the sockets of their eyes.
The ghost energy in this area was too strong, so all the villagers dwelling here had green-grey complexions, with lips as white as paper. Even their limbs were stiff, like those of zombies.
Temples dedicated to ghost immortals were found everywhere on this mountain. The painted clay sculptures in these temples were about the height of a person. Their cheeks were coloured with vermillion, lips cinnabar-red, with thin curved brows. The ghost energy between the figures’ brows was dense and they were usually dressed in luxurious, brightly-coloured clothing, as though they were the physical manifestations of the spirits of the mountain.
When Yu Ru’e opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the temple of a ghost immortal. He wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing, frost-like white hair hanging over his sweat-soaked shoulders. His lower abdomen was round, and his womb felt heavy. He could even hear the sticky and wet sound of cum sloshing inside. Between his slightly open thighs, two bright red holes were fully swollen, filled with half-dried dragon cum. A layer of cum had dried into two soft films over his openings, blocking up the cum inside the nest.
Just now, the black dragon and Chi Kui had fought each other crazily, each unleashing their strongest attacks. The flaming scarlet spear swept along red lotus flames, crashing into the combined black and white dragon’s breaths with a deafening bang. The clash’s intensity was so fierce that it instantly crushed the entire Tenth Demon Realm into fine powder. Even the remaining power was still enough to shoot through all ten barriers in the demon realm like an arrow.
With a curl of the long whip in Chi Kui’s left hand, Yu Ru’e’s torso was wrapped by the weapon amidst the red waves roiling throughout the sky. But who would’ve thought that the black dragon would realise that it was unable to win such a long battle. Instead, it struck the earth with its tail and coated Yu Ru’e in dragon saliva, directly sending him out of the demon realm.
Despite the dragon saliva’s protection, Yu Ru’e still lost consciousness when he landed on the ground.
Frowning slightly, he reached out a hand to cover his round abdomen, and sat up with some difficulty.
This ghost immortal temple was rather dilapidated. Three long wooden boards intersected in mid-air, forming a platform. The clay sculpture of a ghost immortal stood there, and its physique was fairly curvy. The figure’s thick hair was in disarray, and its cheeks were pale, with two scarlet circles of rouge painted upon them. Its red and gold blouse had been left open, exposing a round, snow-white belly – this figure was actually that of a beautiful pregnant woman.
Yu Ru’e was stared at by those charming eyes that seemed to be smiling, and yet was not. Unexpectedly, he felt his heart stutter for seemingly no reason at all.
At this moment, the temple door opened with a creak.
A scholar dressed in green, with an oil lamp in his hand, walked in cautiously.
His face had a sickly pallor, and his body was extremely thin. It was clear that he had contracted tuberculosis. A little bit of scholarly handsomeness still remained on that pale face, and due to the deep bruises under his eyes, he had an air of indescribable gloominess. Seeing Yu Ru’e gazing at him silently, he said warmly, “Xian-zhang is awake? This one found a clean towel, xian-zhang might as well wipe his body with it.”
His expression was sincere, as though who he was facing was not a pet sex slave whose belly was bulging from being filled with cum, and had two holes that flipped outwards, but instead the white-haired xian-zun in black clothing from yester years, who had always remained calm as viburnum blossoms.
Yu Ru’e frowned, asking, “You are… ?”
“This one is a teacher in the village. Just now, seeing xian-zhang fall from the sky, surrounded by a protective silver halo, I knew that an immortal had descended to earth.” The green-robed scholar said, slowly coughing a couple of times. The corners of his lips were slightly red, “If it is inconvenient for xian-zhang to move, this one can clean you up a bit on your behalf.”
Yu Ru’e was silent. When he landed, his internal organs had received a severe jolt. At this time, a mouthful of blood still hovered at the bottom of his throat, and his chest was throbbing after the few words he had forced himself to speak.
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The scholar had already knelt by his side, holding his waist with one hand. His five fingers were cold like ice, causing Yu Ru’e to shudder.
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The scholar seemed to be taken aback by the moist and soft sensation he felt on his fingertip. Bringing his two fingers together suddenly, he pinched that crimson bean between his fingers.
Yu Ru’e was already suffering amidst the lingering effects of lust, so how could he withstand this pinch? His lower abdomen clenched at once, and his snow-white neck tilted upwards. He stuck out his slick, red tongue, and it trembled visibly as he let out a nasal sound as though he was melting.
The scholar stroked his spasming thigh, and said gently, “Forgive my impropriety.”
Yu Ru’e closed his eyes slightly as the flush on his fair neck gradually faded. Suddenly, he began to cough violently, and a scarlet drop of blood spilled out, staining the corner of his lips.
The scholar looked at him with worry. Gritting his teeth a little, he picked Yu Ru’e up in one swift motion.
“Even though this temple is run-down, there are abundant incense offerings here. Xian-zhang can hide himself in a clay sculpture for the time being, and accept some offerings.”
The clay sculpture was hollowed out, and had just enough space for a person to sit cross-legged within. The only thing was that the figure’s posture was loose, and it sat in a slanting, cross-legged position. As such, the person inside was also forced to adopt a similarly obscene posture, bending their waist and raising their hips.
Yu Ru’e was firmly enclosed within the ice-cold clay sculpture, his warm, bare skin rubbing against the rough clay. Astonishingly, he fit like a glove in the sculpture, and even his round, cum-filled abdomen was a perfect fit with the ghost immortal’s pregnant belly. He was forced to place both his hands on his chest. As though grasping a flower, his fingers clutched at his bright red and swollen nipples, his posture resembling that of a woman breastfeeding.
It was just that those fair buttocks that had long been kneaded and fucked open, were plump and ripe like a peach, and rounder than the clay sculpture’s. The plump and soft, snow-white flesh spilled out from the base of the clay sculpture, as though they were being squeezed by a pair of big hands that were ice-cold and hard, with some cum still dripping from the tip of the buttocks.
At first glance, the clay sculpture had a sort of lifeless beauty that seemed to be lacking something. Every inch of its skin was ice-cold and stiff. Who would’ve thought that a fragrant, tender flower laid within? The fair and naked xian-zun who had delicate skin was soaked in sweat all over, like a piece of mutton-fat white jade that had been played with excessively, emitting a soft, shiny glow. Even his white hair, which was clear and cold as ice, had stuck to his neck wetly due to the stifling heat.
Even more lewd was the rigid wooden tongue that rested in the ghost immortal’s mouth. One end of it was painted vermillion, like the enticing tongue that could be faintly seen between a woman’s red lips. The other end stretched out from the ghost immortal’s throat, pressing deeply inside Yu Ru’e’s slightly open lips. It pinned down his slick, red tongue firmly and pierced straight into his throat.
The hard, icy and somewhat moldy wooden tongue was encased in moist warm crystal-clear saliva. The saliva dripped from the back of his tongue along the wood, slowly trickling out of the ghost immortal’s slightly open mouth. The liquid landed on the figure’s round, pregnant stomach with “plip plop” sounds.
All Yu Ru’e could see was pitch-black darkness. His whole body had been snugly embedded in the clay sculpture, as if he was tightly bound in a hard embrace. Only his two holes laid bare outside, like fresh red clam meat that had been forcefully pulled out, trembling as it tried to shrink back inwards.
That scholar had long since disappeared, leaving him alone to suffer in the endlessly suffocating and stiflingly hot darkness.
This ghost temple was indeed the one with the most incense offerings. The one worshipped in this temple was a pregnant ghost mother who specialised in everything related to childbirth and pregnancy. Due to the ghost energy contaminating the nearby villages, pregnancy was particularly difficult. It was not easy for women to conceive, and miscarriages occurred frequently. As such, there were people coming to worship the ghost mother everyday. The ghost mother was fairly effective – after forty-nine consecutive days of worship, the woman would be guaranteed a child.
The villagers were nocturnal and afraid of light, preferring the dark instead. So at night, they would quietly line up outside the temple, kowtowing reverently and respectfully with every step that they took.
The temple door creaked as it was pushed open, and in came a young man crawling on his knees. The man had a green-gray complexion, and his eyes darted about the floor fearfully. He continued to kowtow frantically. A woman with similarly poor complexion crawled in behind him.
“Respected Ghost Mother, this one’s wife is unable to produce milk and our young son has been wailing for food. This one humbly begs the ghost mother to grant us some milk.”
His ears twitched a little, and he suddenly heard the extremely faint sound of water droplets falling to the ground. This ghost mother had a consciousness – if it was moved by the comer’s sincerity, it would secrete a drop of pure white milk from its nipples. Once the woman drank this, her breasts would swell with milk.
The woman was overjoyed and kowtowed over and over again. She raised her head, taking the clay sculpture’s vibrant red nipple into her mouth, and began to suck on it loudly. Yu Ru’e was stuck within, and his nipples had become erect and flushed from the pinching of his fingers, precisely embedding themselves into the clay sculpture’s nipples. That tongue lapped at the nipple enthusiastically, and it felt as though it was licking at his own bare nipple. The faint wantonly ticklish sensation, accompanied by the moist heat, made those cherry-sized nipples swell more and more.
There was a small opening the size of a finger in the clay sculpture’s nipples. The woman sucked over and over again, pushing in mouthfuls of saliva that soaked Yu Ru’e’s nipple until it became incomparably slippery. She pursed her lips and sucked hard, as though sucking up shell meat. With a slick sound, the bright red nipple was sucked out through the opening in the clay sculpture’s nipple. Within the ice-cold clay sculpture’s scarlet nipple, another soft and smooth nipple was shockingly exposed. The nipple was a vibrant red and resembled a pomegranate seed. It had been sucked until it was translucent, dripping wet as it protruded out.
The woman found that she could no longer suck out any milk, and backed away respectfully, before kneeling in front of the ghost mother and kowtowing repeatedly.
The tip of Yu Ru’e’s nipple was hot and swollen, but his long-sealed cultivation seemed to loosen a little. It was clear that this had been caused by the woman’s devout worship. However, his wanton pussy had begun to drip lewd fluids due to the suckling on his nipples.
The man knelt on the ground. Hearing the pitter-patter of liquid once again, he thought the ghost mother was bestowing another favour upon them and hurriedly crawled over to lick up the puddle of liquid on the ground. However, the taste of the liquid was especially musky, as though it was covered in a man’s cum and had just leaked out from between a prostitute’s open legs.
The man grew suspicious, and shone a lamp at the base of the clay sculpture. Shockingly, between the three intersecting wooden boards, was a slick, red pussy filled with musky cum. Through the twitching bright red hole, he could see the tender flesh in the cervix that was no longer able to close. Large globes of wet cum were contained within. Even the ass hole had been fucked wide open by someone, revealing a delicate flesh-coloured opening the size of a lychee. One glance was enough to determine that this person had been used as a cum basin.
A plump clit rested above the cunt. It had been yanked on by a heavy agate until it was spasming, and it seemed as though it had also been chewed into mush by a man.
Unexpectedly, the urethral opening had also been opened, and a brilliantly red thin branch of coral was inserted inside. Even further up ahead was the plump and flushed head of a penis. It drooped downwards, having been pinned down by the branch of coral.
This monster was neither male nor female.
Upon discovering this, the man became furious, “How could it be another ghost prostitute!”
In addition to the ghost mothers and ghost immortals worshipped on this mountain, there were also many promiscuous ghost prostitutes. They would often lie on the incense burner table and spread open their pussies shamelessly, seducing young men and getting these men to worship them with their cum and yang energy. Over time, the men would be sucked dry. After the lustful schemes of the ghost prostitutes were seen through by the villagers, very few people would pay attention to them. Hence as a result, they began to sneak into ghost temples which received many incense offerings, squeezing into the clay sculptures to trick worshippers and receive incense offerings themselves.
This resulted in the villagers’ wishes to be not only unfulfilled, but also caused them problems because their wives would become incredibly lustful after drinking the ghost prostitutes’ milk. They would often head out to play around with wild men and even copulate with stray dogs on the side of the road in their daze.
The villagers were deeply pained by the evil tricks. However, the ghost prostitutes had a certain amount of power, and the villagers were unable to defeat them. They could only take the ghost prostitutes, along with the clay sculptures, and nail them to wooden horses made from peach tree wood, sealing their two lascivious holes. Then, they would beat drums and gongs while parading through the streets so as to frighten the ghost, before throwing it into the river in a pig cage. The ghost would be sent in this manner to the court of the nether world, which was located in the on the other side of the river, for questioning.
For a while, the temple was brightly lit and groups of righteously indignant villagers flooded in. A few strong young men carried the three wooden boards on their backs while their panting wives dragged over a peach wood horse that was about half-person height. Two glistening wooden cocks stood erect on the back of the horse. They were as long as horse whips, and had been soaked in so many ghost prostitutes’ fluids that they had become incomparably slippery. If this was an inexperienced ghost prostitute with a more tender body, they would be jolted on the road till they were screaming and crying in discomfort, never to be lustful again.
However, the ghost prostitute this time was surprisingly silent. It used neither flirtatious words to beg for mercy, nor did it pretend to weep and wail to gain pity.
Those two outwardly-flipped, dark red holes merely trembled as they spread open without any protest, and took in the two plump wooden heads of the cocks. With a squelch, the two halves of the snow-white ass hit the back of the horse. It was obvious that the openings had been fucked into submission by someone.
The cock was so long that it could easily break through his cervix. Yu Ru’e frowned and let out a stifled groan. The sore and slick flesh of his cervix opened obediently, wrapping around the invading head of the cock.
With every bump of the wooden horse, his two tender holes would be forced to endure a deep thrust. When the wooden horse was dragged too quickly, he would jolt up and down as if he was really riding on the back of a spirited horse. The two dicks were sheathed in slippery red flesh, dripping wet. At times, they would pierce through his cervix; and at times, half the cock would be dragged out. Yu Ru’e’s insides were madly stirred by the cocks, and they nearly reached deep into his most delicate internal organs.
Following the undulating movements of the horse’s back, his bare clit and the head of his cock rubbed against the coarse mane of the horse repeatedly, immediately swelling and flushing red.
Along the way, his sensitive body squirted countless times. It was just that his two wantonly itching holes had been firmly blocked up, and the cum and lewd fluids filled within had no way of dripping out. His lower abdomen was so round that it looked as though he was about to give birth, and it felt like his stomach was on the verge of exploding due to the clay sculpture encasing it.
But from the outside, it looked as though a clay sculpture of a beautiful pregnant woman had been placed on the slippery wooden horse. The figure’s painted black brows appeared amourous, and her lips were like morning star lilies. Painted vermillion cheeks revealed a cold sort of desire. A pair of jade hands that had been painted snow-white clutched at the plump nipples in front of her chest. Unexpectedly, another slick, red nipple poked out of the opening in the sculpture’s nipple, shivering. Its lively colour was arousing.
People couldn’t help but want to pinch that nipple and see just what kind of lewd state the prostitute hiding within had been fucked into.
Two tall men stood in front of the wooden horse, beating the drums and gongs. The word “whore” was written in large font on the gong.
Following the sound of the drums and gongs, many villagers came out to take a look. With a single glance, they immediately realised what was happening.
“The ghost prostitute came back to steal incense offerings again? This time whose wife was it who drank a few drops of the lust-inducing milk? They’d better watch her carefully.”
“The ghost prostitute this time must be extremely lustful. Such thick members… And it simply lifted its ass and swallowed them whole. You see how it’s been moaning all along the way? I’m afraid it might’ve gotten horny and grew excited from the fucking.”
“It’s a pity we can’t see what it looks like. Just from those two holes, I can tell that this must be high-quality goods. Who knows how many young men those holes have sucked dry.”
When they reached the river, a tall ghost messenger came. Reaching out with both hands, it carried the clay sculpture off the wooden horse. With a “pop”, like the sound of a cork being pulled out of a bottle, those two lascivious holes greedily sucked on the two cocks, as if savouring the last sensation of the cocks from their bases to their fist-sized heads. The slick, red flesh in those holes resembled soft butter after the pounding. The instant Yu Ru’e was pulled off the horse, his bright red cervix, which had blossomed open like the core of a peony, could be seen in the thoroughly flushed cavity with a single glance. The cervix contained white cum, and the chubby ring of muscle fluttered, reflecting an obscene light.
The onlooking villagers clicked their tongues. The back of the horse glistened with liquid, urine and lewd fluids mixed with a large pool of white, cloudy cum, making the wooden cocks appear like two poisonous snakes.
With a glance, one could tell just how silky those crimson holes were. The holes would have definitely been able to suck out the very essence of men.
The ghost messenger swallowed a mouthful of saliva and placed the clay sculpture in a pig cage. He tied it with a long rope and immersed half of the snow-white buttocks into the water, dragging it in the river.
The couple who had voiced their grievances, knelt on the bamboo raft, kowtowing non-stop. They were also brought forth to the court of the nether world.
Cum continued to flow ceaselessly from Yu Ru’e’s holes, floating on the surface of the water. Wherever the pale ass had been immersed in, there would be a long trail of white marking the surface, like a tail with a musky scent that assailed the nostrils.
In the ghost domain.
The Ghost King was leaning against the table and scribbling rapidly with his wrist in the air. His complexion was deathly pale and gloomy, and his long lashes were drooping downwards. He was dressed like a scholar, with green robes that dragged on the floor. A long, black cord had been tied around his waist, and a clear jade ring hung from it.
A row of pitch-black cylindrical tubes with sticks inside sat on the long table in front of him. A scroll had been unfolded on the table, and the faint shimmer of blood could be seen from the tiny scrawls within. The words floated slightly above the paper. The inkstone had been filled with half-dried blood. Shockingly, he was writing using blood. The Ghost King scribbled here and there, sometimes outlining with the vermillion brush and sometimes cancelling with the ink brush.
The birth, aging, sickness and death of all mortals in this world, past and present, hung on the vermillion brush between his fingertips.
A mortal couple knelt at the corner of the wall, shivering in fear.
The sculpture of the ghost mother fell to the ground, spreading open its lewd holes. The flesh in those holes resembled the clam meat. The holes opened and closed repeatedly in the direction of the Ghost King.
The Ghost King watched for a moment, before saying quietly, “Yes, this is indeed the ghost prostitute who has been impersonating others.”
With a slash of his slender finger through the air, the solid clay sculpture split in half like silk, revealing the line of a snow-white neck glistening with sweat. This was followed by the chest which was raised high like a mare, and the round, bulging lower abdomen that resembled that of a woman that was ten months pregnant. A pair of graceful, long legs sat cross-legged. They had been thoroughly soaked in sweat, reflecting a charming, glossy light like white jade. The toes were also slightly raised, revealing a tender pink colour, like that of an unopened flower bud.
With just this crack of skin exposed, this body, which was as white as sheep’s milk, was already overflowing with erotic intensity.
The young man in the clay sculpture had already been fermented by lust, turning into fragrant and magnificent wine. Every inch of his milky-white skin was covered in an enticingly bright flush.
With just a light suck from a mouth, he could be reduced to a panting mess, spraying wave after wave of crystal-clear fluids.
The Ghost King said, “This ghost prostitute has a lustful nature, and is unable to control itself. This is fairly common. Thus, this king will sentence him to corporal punishment today. Who did he impersonate?”
“Answering the Ghost King, he impersonated the pregnant ghost mother.”
The Ghost King nodded slightly, casually taking a long stick from the tubes on his table and inserting it into the swollen, scarlet ass hole, pushing apart a long narrow cavity in the dripping wet opening. The tail end of the stick poked out of the hole, shaking slightly and revealing the word “pregnant” written with the vermillion brush.
“Since he owes you and your wife a drop of milk, this king will open up his nipples and let him drip milk all day long, never to be dry. Since he impersonated the ghost mother without permission, he will be punished with impregnation by a bundle of ghost energy. He will be forced to endure the pain of pregnancy, before delivering the bundle through his vagina.” The Ghost King pinched the stick between his fingers and exerted a bit of strength. The alluring flesh there immediately sucked on the stick tightly. The Ghost King chuckled lightly, “Lustful by nature, and unwilling to accept this king’s orders, clenching around the ghost stick without permission. This king will thus punish you to become a stick-holder for ten days to remove this wanton nature from your bones.”
Those thin, pale lips opened slightly, uttering a few cold words, “As the stick falls to the ground, let my sentence be executed today!”
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Edit: Chapter has now been fully edited!
Ohoho, new gong!
Thank youuu 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Omg😳😳 endless temptation
What does that last sentence mean?! Sorry I’m a little slow😅
Thanks for the chapter!❤️
ah basically the ghost king is declaring that when the stick he put in yu ru’e falls out, the punishments he announced in the previous paragraph will be meted out. haha does that make more sense? lemme know if that explanation was too convoluted ><
I just saw this but yes it does make sense. Thank you for explaining!!
I couldn’t help but to get second hand embarrassment and horny