【Hypnosis\The Calamity of the Star Maiden】

The Fall of Shaoxing Wuji
Author: uzi
Attributes: MC, Corruption, Urinary Defecation
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(DCD proxy distribution) 　　Uzi, yes. It's 　　irregular, isn't it? 　　(This was written in advance for Lao He and Jia Da.) 　　That guy who "loved but can't get back" mentioned repeatedly on QQ that he was looking forward to it. Plus, I recently 　　suffered a huge setback at a writing contest at the club, so I took a challenge to redeem myself—no, to return to 　　my former self—and rewrote the original draft I was planning to use into a separate story. 　　Also, since I haven't tried writing about corruption in a long time, I'll take this opportunity to pay tribute to 　　Jia Da, who's so busy with work that he doesn't even have time to go online, and thus added a little bit of heavy-handed content. 　　That's all for now, I'm rushing to work! Don't ask me why I used this as a New Year's greeting!! 　　Also, here's a suggestion for some Easter eggs (?): 　　1) The story continues from [The Sinful Jia Rong], serving as the ending/the gap between the two parts. 　　2 　　) This story is partially connected to [The Fall of Bi Xing Dao Niang] 　　. 　　It 　　's better to read these two first as a refresher . 　　As always, 　　please 　　leave the 　　original content intact and don't mess with the formatting when reposting, thank you. 　　=== 　　... 　　Within this desolate city, a fierce battle also raged beneath the surface… 　　a rainy night. 　　Countless raindrops pounded against the concrete, splashing up countless droplets. 　　Yet, even the most abundant droplets vanished in an instant— 　　the space ravaged and slashed by the massive, purple-blue blade left only the heat capable of evaporating even solid ice. 　　The next second, the strike landed on something, scooping away a significant portion of its volume. 　　And that thing could only be described as “something.” 　　Dozens of enormous, sharp-toothed mouths of varying sizes overlapped to form a torso over three meters long. 　　Four massive limbs, shaped like wings from feathers and scales, extended from the sides of the mouths. Slippery segments with countless protruding eyeballs and 　　a deep, unchanging crimson iridescence that seemed to dominate the asymmetrical and unbalanced body. 　　And the enormous axe-spear, half the length of its massive body, continued its relentless slaughter. 　　A blur of light, like neon lights, accompanied by a frenzied slash that tore through 　　the object in front of it in less than half a millisecond. 　　Even the mournful cry was swallowed by the scorching heat, and the 'something' with its dark red appearance was 　　completely annihilated in the purple-blue flames that resembled the branding of a starry river, as if it had never existed. 　　After a moment of silence, the rain began to fall again, filling the hundreds of slash marks left on the concrete floor from the silent battle 　　. 　　And at the center of the slash marks, a slender figure knelt on one knee, panting softly. 　　It was a long-haired girl. 　　With several clumps of deep red bangs, her long, ink-black hair, reaching her waist, was soaked by the downpour and clung to her equally 　　rain-soaked body. This rendered her seemingly ordinary combat suit, resembling only a trench coat, ineffective in concealing her form 　　, instead highlighting her exceptionally large and shapely breasts, a testament to her age, and her slender 　　, almost fragile waist. It also accentuated the menacing size of the massive axe-spear she gripped tightly in her hand, 　　so disproportionate to her physique. 　　The battle ended with the girl's overwhelming advantage, but the truth was more complex than it appeared. 　　"Haa...ha, haa..." 　　A nightingale-like voice mingled with her breath, carrying an indescribable, sensual quality. 　　An unnatural blush rose to her fair cheeks, and her exposed skin, not covered by the combat suit, was glistening with 　　sweat beyond the rain, unable to conceal her trembling. Her exposed abdomen, revealed by the clothing, was 　　adorned with purplish-red lines that contrasted sharply with her fair complexion. 　　"Haa, haa..." 　　Her slightly clouded vision was fixed on the narrow alley leading to the bustling street. The girl used her trembling right hand 　　to prop herself up with her axe-spear. 　　However, her other hand, which had been resting on her knees, seemed to have slipped from her control and quietly moved 　　between her legs. 　　Her fingertips, wet with dew, touched her exposed private area. 　　"Eek, um...!" 　　The wet, cool touch made the girl's body tremble. 　　Her face flushed even more, as if her fingertips had triggered some mechanism. Her breathing gradually became 　　indescribably hot, and her left hand involuntarily— 　　"No... no...!" 　　—was forcibly pulled back. 　　In a split second, reason regained control. The girl gripped the axe-spear tightly with both hands, breathing even more rapidly and deeply, 　　as if trying to expel the heat that was building up to its limit within her. 　　Her body was aroused. 　　The unnatural lines on her lower abdomen made her most sensitive and delicate areas—her vagina and uterus—ache 　　and itch simultaneously, yearning for the caress of fingers or something thicker and longer. 　　But her reason told her she couldn't continue like this. 　　She just wanted to leave this place immediately. 　　"You're so good at enduring pain, it makes your teacher so sad!" 　　"—!" 　　The girl's eyes suddenly changed. 　　With hatred, fear, unease, confusion, and a hint of expectation that perhaps even she herself didn't realize, she shifted 　　her gaze to the wall behind her.

Shirt, jeans, buzz cut—looking like any other passerby, the man smiled at
the girl who was radiating intense killing intent towards him.
"It took you three days to find you. I really admire your running skills. Nice!" "
Shut up…!"
Her voice trembled with rage, carrying a frenzied fury that seemed ready to shatter the man before her.
But the girl's hands defied his will, releasing the axe and spear, letting it dissipate on the ground.
Then, her slender hands pressed against the slippery ground, her head
slamming heavily against the man's head, oblivious to the torrential rain.
"So obedient, my lovely flesh toy, Jia Rong."
"Gurgle…!"
The girl's name was Gong Jia Rong, possessing the power of the stellar star known as Shao Xing.
Known as the 'Shao Xing Warrior,' she fought monsters as a chosen warrior.
Ten days ago, she was defeated by this demon disguised as a teacher using despicable means. He further
corrupted her under his meticulously planned schemes, severely distorting her consciousness and spirit. He branded her with the lewd mark of subservience, causing her to lose
her virginity and first kiss.
—But her nightmare abruptly ended.
After the coma she thought she would be completely subdued by the demon's brutal and ruthless brainwashing and manipulation, she found
herself awake with her rational mind intact. The demon calmly observed her panicked state; seizing
the moment when she relaxed due to arrogance, she unleashed all the star power she had forcibly accumulated, severely
injuring the demon and barely escaping.
Looking back now, perhaps the demon was only pretending to be severely injured.
It took her a whole day to escape from her confinement, but her body,
still affected by the erotic markings, hadn't fully recovered, and her stellar power was suppressed and weakened. Unable to remove the markings
, she had no way to ensure her true awakening and couldn't rashly join the organization.
Her only option was to find an outsider to help her remove the markings.
However, as she left Mianxi City, her strange condition repeatedly 　　hindered
her journey by lower-ranking demons.
Now, she was finally caught by the demon who had brainwashed and disciplined her. 　　—Gong Jiarong's nightmare 　　had
begun again.
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... 　　Covered in thick, deep red scales, thick, bamboo shoot-like fingers forced open the tightly closed labia. 　　"Hey, Galon, you were much more straightforward a while ago, weren't you?" 　　"You...shut up...uh...!" 　　Galon, having regained some of her stellar power, still couldn't break free from the demon's restraints. The only free 　　parts were her head, face, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth—completely unusable in battle. 　　So, her legs rebelled against their own will, spreading even more wantonly in response to the demon's fingers digging and probing. 　　The training and humiliation of just a few days had already made her body accustomed to the sweetness of sex. 　　"But luckily, your body still remembers what it means to be horny. Ah, no, no, you've always been a horny 　　little slut, sorry~" 　　"I, just...ah! Eek, ahh!" 　　Her thirsty honey pot actively sucked at the invading fingertips. 　　Waves of feverish pleasure fueled her body's growing desire, and an unbearable urge rising from her lower abdomen interrupted 　　Galong's protests. 　　That brief yet prolonged brainwashing and training had instilled in her body the pleasure of sex. Even though 　　the process was brutal, the effects of the brainwashing lingered in her subconscious, causing Galong to 　　experience a strange pleasure when she did things against her conscience and common sense. 　　[Doing bad things = comfort = happiness]. 　　This distorted logic, rooted in her mind and body along with the erotic markings, made her body joyfully respond to the demonic spirit. 　　Her toes propped her lower body up, and the girl's honeyed orifice allowed the two thick fingers of the man behind her to penetrate. The countless 　　folds of flesh, writhing like a vulva solely for satisfying male desire, excitedly overflowed with slightly thick love fluid. 　　The sound of rain dissolved into the silent space, leaving only Galong's low panting and the gurgling, wet, erotic sounds 　　echoing. 　　"So tight. Little Jia Rong is just a born slut who wants to do bad things and have a good time?" 　　"No...no, it's...ah, ooh! No...I, ahh!" 　　"You're groaning more than talking back, what are you denying?!" 　　"Eek!?" 　　The demon's fingers suddenly lengthened and plunged deep into her honeyed depths, the sudden pleasure almost making Jia Rong scream. 　　Still tender, yet having tasted the sweet torment of that night's training, her cervix, knowing the pleasure of squeezing and grinding 　　, began to twitch on its own, receiving an even stronger impact for her, who didn't want comfort. 　　Every nerve burned with unbearable heat. 　　Unrestrainedly allowing this monster from outside humanity to violate her body—this heinous "bad thing"—made her body involuntarily 　　excited, her love juices overflowing, splashing onto her thighs and mixing with the rain. 　　"Okay, okay, I bet little Jia Rong's horny, smelly pussy is itching for a good time, isn't it? Look, there's 　　more juice than rain, isn't there? Let's give her an orgasm first!" 　　Then, the man's fingertips curled upwards, forcefully digging into a certain part of her pussy. 　　"Ah, oh, ahhhhhh—!?" 　　Jia Rong's shattered rationality crumbled. 　　The pleasure from the fingernails teasing her clitoris, which was more sensitive than other areas, 　　surged like a fierce wave, instantly plunging her into a blissful orgasm. 　　As if squeezing out a squelching sound, a large amount of love juice gushed out between her twitching labia, followed by 　　incontinence due to the intense pleasure of the climax; the clear yellow urine drew an unsightly arc, 　　mixing with the transparent puddle of rain and love juice, creating a different color. 　　Her knee slammed heavily onto the concrete, and Jia Rong's arched body went limp again after a moment of pleasure, her buttocks...

And so she was far removed from the man's fingers.
"Ah~ ah...you really need some discipline, you can't even lie still, so pathetic, are you really
a warrior chosen by the Star Power?"
"Ah...ah ah..."
The intense, sweet impact rippled through her body, which had regained its freedom but lost its strength.
With great difficulty, she managed to suppress a coquettish smile from her only free cheek. Jia Rong bit her lip lightly, trying to stimulate the
Star Power within her body, which was interfered with and blocked by the lustful runes.
However, that familiar, scorching Star Power seemed to have fallen asleep and lost its connection with her.
Not only that, but wave after wave of perverse feelings against her conscience caused her to involuntarily generate
a continuous stream of intense pleasure, making her numb and weak, unable to concentrate.
"Before we change the game, let's do something serious. Come on, do you want it?"
As Jia Rong heard the demon's teasing words, she felt something thicker than fingers, carrying heat,
gently pushing open her labia.
A penis.
Responding faster than her conscious mind, her honeypot involuntarily gushed forth a stream of lustful fluid.
"Hahahaha! I haven't even inserted anything and I'm already climaxing from wanting to be fucked! You're a born whore, no
, a genius at being a sex toy, hahahahaha!"
"Shut...shut up! Haa, ee...ee...!"
Her rebuttal was once again interrupted by the surge of pleasure coursing through her body.
Her honeypot, convulsing uncontrollably, awaited the pleasure of being penetrated, filled, and conquered.
"But I'm tired, so you do it yourself. It's simple, lift your ass and insert it yourself."
"What...you...ee!"
The sound of her buttocks being slapped drowned out Galon's angry shouts and moans.
However, her lower body, being played with, swayed gently in pleasure, and the flush that rose from the heavy slaps
only proved the fact that her body was unbearably excited.
So, although her body had regained some strength, driven by her innate desire for
the pleasure and sweet carnal delight of "doing bad things," she actively arched her buttocks towards the man's crotch.
"C'mon!"
"No...no...ah, ahh..."
The only thing she could do to resist was her voice. At the same time, she clearly heard the image of that glans, almost the size of a goose egg,
spreading her tight labia and squeezing into her honey hole.
From her knees to her toes, the shift in her center of gravity caused her body to slowly move backward, pressing tightly against the man.
The squelching sound of love juice echoed, and her lonely, unbearable honey hole quickly
swallowed the thick, arm-like penis little by little, surrounding it with its writhing flesh walls.
"Gah, oh...um, oh oh...in, in..."
Sweet and hoarse breaths escaped from Galong's throat. Her hands and toes pushed her entire body backward, and she was 　　shamelessly allowing the demon's penis to penetrate her body
in a position she would never normally make . 　　"What's so surprising? You're the one who raped me!" 　　"Ugh!?" 　　The demon's deliberate thrusting caused Jia Rong to let out a pitiful moan. 　　"What are you waiting for? Move! Do you think the barrier you set up can last long? Or do 　　you want people on the street to watch you having sex in the wild?" 　　"Shut up... ah, ooh, ahh! Shut up...!" 　　Barely managing to utter a retort that was too incoherent to be uttered, Jia Rong let her body excitedly begin to sway back and forth. 　　The immoral open-air sex made her body sink into perverse pleasure, while at the same time giving her limbs 　　the strength to move; she could no longer think about what the consequences of having sex with a monster outside of humanity would bring, Jia Rong now only wanted to 　　get out of this situation as soon as possible. 　　For this reason, she just gritted her teeth and obeyed the impulse surging in her body, manipulating her lower body to move the penis back and forth in her honey hole 　　. 　　A sensation like being pulled and ripped constantly emanated from the inside of her honeyed orifice. With each thrust of the glans, the flesh walls, repeatedly scratched and prodded, 　　overflowed with even more love juice, making the thrusting even smoother. 　　Her lower body, as if having willingly surrendered all ownership, caused Jia Rong's supporting limbs to tremble uncontrollably, making 　　the rhythm of her thrusts intermittent and unable to last long. 　　"So leisurely, little Jia Rong? Alright, I'll help you, here!" " 　　Ah, umm... ee, oh! No, don't push... gu ee, ah, ah ah ah! No, wait... gu ee 　　, ee ah... ah, oh ah ah!!" 　　Ignoring her cries, the demon suddenly pulled her legs away and thrust his hips forward violently. 　　Pulled back by a sudden jerk, Jia Rong felt the 　　excruciating pain of her cervix being forcefully squeezed by a thick, fleshy tumor far larger than a finger, and simultaneously, a surge of pleasurable pleasure. With just a single thrust, her 　　honeypot spasmed with excitement, frantically gushing out copious amounts of love fluid. 　　Even if her mind hadn't completely succumbed, her body had already been eroded and affected by the lustful markings. 　　With the intense, overwhelming reality of the orgasm, Jia Rong's consciousness went blank. 　　"Hey, hey, I'm so nice, making you, this slutty little thing, do it yourself, aren't you grateful?" 　　"Shut up, ahh! Shut up, ah, ah, ah, ah... all of it, ahh! All the culprits, gurgle 　　oh oh! It's... it's clearly... ah, ahh!" 　　"You clumsy, incompetent little fish, focus on squeezing me!" 　　"Gah, squeak, ahhhhh!!" 　　The demon spirit thrust heavily into her tender honey core. 　　The stretching sensation from the glans caused Galong to let out a hoarse, sweet cry, once again 　　brought to an unwilling climax by her delicate, submissive body to the male's penis. 　　Forced to the peak, her body couldn't prevent a second incontinence, only allowing thin, golden urine 　　to splash onto her equally trembling legs, gradually being washed away by the rain. 　　However, the demon didn't stop thrusting, continuing to rape her. 　　With each thrust, the man squeezed out small streams of love fluid between the girl's thighs, splashing 　　onto her legs and the equally wet ground; sometimes loud, sometimes soft, the sound of the pouring rain, though masked by the impact of flesh against flesh 　　, still seemed to be trying to convey that the barrier was weakening with time, warning the girl. 　　But Galong couldn't care less about any of that now 　　—she was committing adultery with the demon as a warrior to expel monsters.

—Openly committing adultery in a dark alley just feet from a bustling street.
—Submitting to her overflowing lust, even begging for penetration.
All these things violated her usual understanding of "bad things," causing her consciousness to rise and fall in waves of pleasure.
"Are you too exhausted to even reply? You're such a slut, you flesh-to-body warrior."
"Ah... ugh, um... ahh! Eek, ah..."
"Sigh, never mind, just look at your expression and you'll know I'm completely right."
Turning her over, the demon grabbed her hands, pulling Galon's upper body up into a doggy-style position, continuing
that seemingly tireless, powerful thrusting.
So, she saw her current expression reflected in the shattered mirror in front of her.
Her cheeks flushed with the unique blush of spring passion, saliva still dripped from her slightly parted lips, leaving
a trail of saliva on her jaw. Her half-closed eyes were already unfocused and swirling, her dazed expression trembling and contorting with each thrust
.
—An expression even the most depraved prostitute would never show.
"See?"
Jia Rong could only let out a soft moan as a last stand.
The twisted, ingrained value that doing bad things brings pleasure and joy was deeply rooted in her body.
Lust trumped her sense of self, and the intense pleasure erupting from her honeypot made her climax even more
wanton; it was as if her consciousness was dissolving into a sweet abyss, all Jia Rong could feel was
the constant pleasure emanating from her lower body.
The sound of rain gradually became clearer.
"Tsk tsk, so good that you can't even maintain the barrier, you slutty warrior are so weak... If you want to have fun, then get
filled up inside!"
After saying that, the demon's penis did something that no ordinary person could follow.
Like a maddening flower, it swelled up, its glans swelling with his final, powerful thrust, forcefully breaching
the last line of defense of her honeyed orifice and penetrating her cervix.
Simultaneously, a tentacle-like column of flesh, only two sizes thinner than a fist, split from its base and relentlessly pierced her
crotch, forcefully thrusting into her tender, narrow anus above her honeyed orifice.
"Gah—"
The excruciating pain of her cervix being opened and her anus being penetrated brought Galo to a standstill.
"Ah, squeak! Eek, ah, no, oh ah ah!! Ha, woo, ah, ee ah ah ah!!"
Then she was plunged into a maddening, unrestrained climax.
Thousands upon thousands of sperm, thick with bodily fluids, washed over her uterus,
the intense pleasure of being caressed and ravaged from the inside of her body by countless hands and tongues tearing at her nerves.
The tentacles that had burrowed into her anus gushed out thick semen without any rhythm; the superhuman
fluid continuously shot into her body, causing Galong's lower abdomen to swell rapidly, forming
a visible bloat, as if she were pregnant.
As the demon released its hands, her body collapsed to the ground, battered by countless raindrops.
However, the contractions from her lower abdomen—or rather, her rectum and anus—made Galong feel
an uncontrollable burning sensation in her lower abdomen.
"It's inconvenient to run around like this. Be good, squeeze it all out!"
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!?"
The demon's shoe soles slammed heavily into her swollen abdomen.
The penetrating impact, the intense squeezing sensation, the shock that made her internal organs scream, went directly to her most sensitive and delicate
uterus, causing Galong's body to be unable to withstand the surge of pleasure that followed.
Her honey hole gush forth.
Large gushes of translucent, viscous fluid sprayed onto the ground like a burst dam, thick clumps of yellowish-white
semen, indistinguishable from creamy paste, gushing out from between her spasming labia; simultaneously, the white fluid forcefully poured deep into her anus
transformed into an incredibly filthy fountain, shooting out a milky-white slurry mixed with coffee color amidst the downpour, forming
small pools of semen and excrement on the uneven concrete surface, hardened by the battle.
Her remaining strength was completely drained by the brief intercourse and incontinence.
"Alright... I can't play anymore."
The demon released her hands, letting her limp body collapse to the ground.
Her clothes were stained with her own love fluid and sticky sweat, but Galon had no time to care.
Her consciousness was still hazy from the intense pleasure.
"Let me see how far you can struggle now, my lovely flesh toy..."
The demon's voice changed, drawing closer.
His figure also seemed to blur into dust.
However, the intense afterglow of sex and the overwhelming exhaustion quickly made it difficult for Jia Rong to maintain consciousness
, plunging her into boundless darkness once again.
The feeling of raindrops hitting her cheeks called the girl's consciousness back from the abyss.
Then came the discomfort in her lower body and the overwhelming fatigue throughout her body.
With a great deal of effort, she moved her leaden limbs and quickly realized that Jia Rong was still in the alley.
(This...is...) Her
nostrils, irritated by the stench, regained sensation even faster than her eyes and ears.
Then, in her blurry vision, she saw the distinctive lights of a police car in the distance, followed by the chaotic
sounds of sirens and the noise of the crowd, which gradually became clearer.
Without thinking, she took several deep breaths and propped herself up.
Because the lights were all focused on this dark alley, and the sounds were slowly approaching, she quickly realized she should
leave immediately. Not to mention her battle attire, which hadn't been properly changed in days and was already somewhat tattered,
and the stench of semen still lingered on her body after being raped—it wouldn't be good if anyone saw her like that.
Without time to think further, after sensing the faint response of the stellar power within her, Galon leaped high.
Ignoring the tens of meters of height, she placed her left hand on the rooftop of the building she had been looking up at just a second ago, and
deftly vaulted over the railing.
Almost simultaneously, she heard the sound of orderly footsteps below… and the distinctive
beeping of a walkie-talkie.
(…Police, huh…)
Perhaps someone discovered her while she was unconscious and notified them?
Thinking that her battle with the otherworldly phantom couldn't have been discovered, Galon could only think of this possibility.
"—Tsk tsk tsk, I was so kind as to call the police for you and you don't even appreciate it?"
"!?"
The next second, Galon fell into extreme tension and vigilance.
The demon's chuckling tone rang out from her consciousness without warning.
—No.
The demon's voice didn't enter her consciousness from the outside, but rang out directly from her thoughts; and
although the tone was the same, the masculine voice that was originally the same as the teacher's was now unusually similar to hers, but
with a touch of affected softness.
(...You, guy...!!)
Galon's vigilance quickly turned into anger.
As a Star Chosen One familiar with the demon's habits, the various phenomena quickly led her to deduce the truth.
The demon was now lurking inside her.
"Don't worry, I won't just erode you like this. After all, a sex toy is meant to be pampered, right,
Galon?"
(I'm not your toy...!)
Galon retorted through gritted teeth.
Her fists clenched unconsciously until even her fingers were red and swollen.
"Okay, let's get to the point." "How about we make a bet?"
the demon spirit in her mind said in the same voice as her.
"You can continue to find ways to eliminate me, I won't deliberately stop you, but you can't call that
damn organization for help, and I can't ignore you when I want to have my fun... It's a win-lose situation, you die, I die. Simple,
isn't it?"
The demon spirit threw out a bizarre proposal at her.
Of course, for Galon, who had suffered all kinds of humiliation, the monster's words were completely unbelievable.
(Why should I believe you! Even my star power—)
"You can refuse, but I will immediately devour you and then use your identity to kill people everywhere
. Anyway, I'll just do it."
(—!)
She lost the right to refuse.
An innocent person without the ability to fight was used as a threat by the demon spirit, and Galon had no way to resist.
Or rather, when her heavily trained body was invaded, she had very few choices left.
"Okay, I'll reward you a little more... During this time, I won't stop you from hunting other demon spirits, and I will only hide
in your body and not attack others, is that alright?" "Okay?"
Surprisingly, the demon spirit was the first to concede.
Even though his words were hard to verify, they still surprised Jia Rong.
(...What exactly are you planning?)
"Ah, didn't I already say? A bet! Don't you humans love to gamble
everything when you can't hold on? Please, that's your habit!"
The demon spirit's answer left Jia Rong speechless.
What was a matter of life and death for her was just a childish gamble in his eyes?
Such unethical and rebellious thoughts were really, really too [evil]—
(...!)
A sweet electric current flowed through her body, making Jia Rong tremble slightly. She hurriedly shook her head to
brush away the feeling that was floating in her mind.
After calming down and thinking for a moment, she knew that she couldn't hesitate.
The mental control effect brought by the lewd mark was causing her values to unconsciously fall in a direction that violated human ethics. If she
didn't eliminate the demon spirit and remove the hint, the consequences would be unimaginable.
(…………I……I promise you.)
"Hahaha! Good!"
The demon spirit laughed wildly in her mind, its voice echoing her own.
A voice strikingly similar to hers mingled with Jia Rong's thoughts.
"I want to see you willingly fall…it only makes sense if you kneel down and surrender, your body and soul completely subjugated 　　!
" 　　The
demon spirit's words declared the establishment of their unusual wager. 　　—Gong 　　Jia 　　Rong
's death match had begun 　　anew. ********** ... 　　Her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a sky-blue butterfly knot, cascading down her shoulders from either side of her pink neck, making the 　　bright red ends even more eye-catching. 　　A dark chrome military vest paired with beige tight-fitting trousers created a simple yet striking contrast, and the 　　small sandals that exposed her toes made her not-so-prominent, yet still incredibly alluring figure even more captivating. 　　A slight blush rose to her cheeks as she stepped out of the taxi under the experienced driver's fiery gaze. 　　"Finally here..." 　　After nearly a week of travel and numerous transfers, Galon finally arrived at her destination. 　　Not only did she have to defeat the otherworldly phantom that attacked her, but she also had to evade the organization's members—the bet with the demon spirit 　　didn't even allow for reporting her safety—acting alone, and even dealing with the demon spirit's inexplicable lewd and abusive training. 　　"I was secretly masturbating in the car and it was all seen through? What are you so ashamed of?" 　　(Shut...shut up! That was your order, I only...!) 　　She couldn't even muster the will to argue. 　　This week, Galon has committed numerous acts of depravity. 　　—Sometimes, she is threatened by the demon with wagers, risking discovery by passersby to openly masturbate 　　on overpasses, roadsides, street corners, elevators, and even in restaurants until she orgasms. 　　—Sometimes, she is forced by the demon to use the lives of the surrounding residents as leverage, voluntarily summoning a battle 　　axe-gun and masturbating wildly in dark alleys with the handle, even brainwashing passersby to thrust into her until she orgasms 　　and loses control of her bladder. 　　The perverse pleasure of doing evil in broad daylight numbs Galon's thoughts with sweet ecstasy. 　　—Sometimes, the demon takes control of her body, kidnapping boys leaving school and blindfolding them...

Her eyes licked their penises wantonly, engaging in acts of lewdness no different from a prostitute's, prematurely
filling the boys' mouths and throats with her precocious semen.
Sometimes, while deprived of her physical freedom, she would sneak into homes, robbing the elderly of their meager
possessions, and forcefully subjecting them to masturbation and even footjobs—acts akin to rape—even forcing them
to serve her anus, splattering her love juices on their faces as a form of humiliation.
The perverse pleasure derived from these acts of depravity, akin to rape, was so intense that Galon found it irresistible.
Sometimes, her consciousness would be disturbed by demonic influences, and in a hazy state, she would sneak naked into the homes of the homeless
, allowing countless filthy fingers, lips, and tongues to fondle her body in a state of limpness and heat, even
inserting filthy, uncleaned penises into her still-tight vagina.
Sometimes, she would fall into an uncontrollable state of arousal due to the miasma deliberately released by the demon, and
under its guidance, she would mistakenly enter the locker room of an all-boys school, where, naked, she would be
sprayed with copious amounts of fresh semen by a dozen or so equally brainwashed young students. She would let the jelly-like, thick fluid fall onto her face, chest, shoulders, and legs,
wiping it all away and swallowing it to relieve her lust.
That perverse experience, akin to being gang-raped, made Jia Rong's brain feel as if it were melting—a blissful sensation.
This week, she swallowed more than a hundred times the amount of semen from that night's nightmare.
This week, she experienced more orgasms than she had accumulated in several lifetimes.
And just now, while the experienced driver was focused on driving, she masturbated in the car through her underwear; half an hour earlier,
the traffic jam on the highway had made Jia Rong lose herself in the act of thrusting the handle of her monster-slaying weapon into her burning,
unbearable honey pot, causing her to overflow with orgasmic fluid four times in the car.
Before arriving, Jia Rong even demanded that the old driver stop by the roadside near the station, satisfying his throbbing erection
and his urge to touch the girl's body before ending the journey.
Fortunately, yet unfortunately, the perversion hidden in this modern society allowed her
to continue her journey even penniless, resorting to various despicable means; her bra had long since been sold to a stranger for fare, and
her panties, sticky with sweat, had just been given to the driver as payment; under her clothes, besides small nipple covers, there
was nothing else.
"But you were enjoying yourself too, weren't you? Ahh, ahh, don't look, don't look at my horny hole
being turned inside out by my big cock~"
(You, you…! This is clearly, this is what you did…!)
Hearing the demon repeatedly recite her own screams in its own voice, Jia Rong wanted nothing more than to
obliterate the mortal enemy in her mind.
However, without forcing this monster, assimilated into her own body, out of her body, she couldn't defeat it.
Before finding that person, Jia Rong had no chance to retaliate.
She didn't even have the freedom to urinate or defecate.
Under the demon's forced manipulation, Jia Rong could only feel the increasingly intense urge to defecate; the
abnormal pressure from her bladder and intestines made it almost impossible for her to move, but no matter how long she stayed in the toilet, she couldn't
relieve herself.
"Oh? Can't argue anymore? You were quite good at talking back when you were swallowing the school janitor's semen in the toilet the other day, weren't you?"
Jia Rong didn't respond.
"How boring~ Fine, you'll continue your useless, death throes? I'm happy to watch your monkey
show, hehe~"
(…………tsk!)
Ignoring the demon's provocative words, she ignored the amazed looks around her and glanced around a few times.
After finding the notice board and confirming her next destination, Jia Rong
walked straight past the trendy guy who was eager to chat her up, as if she hadn't seen him, and entered the station ahead.
The person she was looking for lived in this town, but not in a bustling area like Huangjia Street.
Like herself, the Star Chosen Ones, supported by the organization and the government, enjoyed excellent living conditions and lived in
relatively secluded and convenient places; in Huangyao City, those private villas near the mountains were the Star Chosen Ones
' residences.
"Hmm...Hmm...I still have to take this terribly slow tram? Why not just ignore the traffic rules and
go straight? Ugh, it's so annoying~"
The demon spirit's voice, mimicking her own coquettish tone, stimulated Jia Rong's rationality in her mind.
The lewd acts of the past few days had all violated moral principles, and her already hardened mind had been
significantly weakened by lust. Not to mention the perverse pleasure brought by "doing bad things," which gradually made her lose the ability to resist the
burning desire that she constantly craved.
Desperately trying to maintain her composure and remain calm, Jia Rong walked briskly in silence, only to
bump into a man who was looking down at his phone.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry."
After a soft apology, Jia Rong deftly turned and stepped sideways, disappearing from the man's
sight before he could react, while simultaneously stuffing a few banknotes tucked between her fingers into her coat pocket.
A few seconds later, the noise from behind brought her peace of mind.
"Ha, ah... ha ah...!"
Leaning against the wall discreetly, she barely managed to suppress the pounding in her chest and the all-too-
familiar, burning desire rising in her lower body. The voice of the demon spirit
, "A Star Chosen One actually has to be a thief~ How wicked~,"
filled Jia Rong with immense humiliation.
—She had bumped into the man to steal money.
Using her honed perception to see where he kept his purse, she had
hooked it out of his pocket the instant she collided with him and taken a small amount of money.
However, no explanation is needed; the act of stealing without asking is clearly a bad thing.
Therefore, Jia Rong climaxed.
Her body betrayed reason, recklessly indulging in the perverse pleasure of rebellious ethics. The pleasure was directly tied to lust
and carnal ecstasy, causing her exposed vulva to excitedly squeeze out small streams of love juice.
She staggered away from her spot, knowing without looking that the clear, lustful fluid she had secreted
had already splashed onto the floor during her trembling.
"You can't pollute public places, little Galong~"
(Stop...!)
Suppressing her body's urge to intensify its excitement with willpower, Galong hurriedly bought a ticket, passed through the ticket gate, and caught
the train that was about to leave the station, panting.
Due to the holiday, the train wasn't as crowded as during rush hour, but it was still quite packed, making
it difficult for her to find a place to stand in the crowd.
(If I find her next, everything can be over...)
A beautiful figure with long black hair naturally appeared in her mind.
The ally Galong was looking for was her older sister, who had also been chosen by the power of the stars and was active in this city; she
had become a Star Chosen earlier than herself and had even experienced many large-scale battles, making her a strong person whom the organization had repeatedly tried to poach from the government
.
Bearing the name of the star Cui Xing, Galong's older sister, like her, is proficient in manipulating flames and specializing in
the manifestation of star power. She is even quite skilled in mental magic, which Galong is unfamiliar with. It is because of this that Galong has come
here, hoping her sister can help burn away the implanted lewd markings and suggestions.
That way, she can slay this damned demon spirit.
"Hmm—Sister? I see, no wonder you agreed to the bet…"
(…!)
The demon spirit's voice suddenly rang in her mind.
After a moment of surprise, Galong quickly realized that she had been momentarily careless and hadn't properly
guarded her inner thoughts, allowing the enemy lurking within her to overhear.
However, hearing this alone didn't affect anything.
(Don't be so smug. If it were me… a despicable creature like you, you'd be burned to ashes in an instant!)
"Heh…?"
After a few seconds of silence, the demon spirit's voice suddenly carried a hint of inexplicable excitement.
"The sister you're talking about… is that the woman over there?"
(—Huh?)
Without much thought, Jia Rong naturally turned her gaze to the direction the demon spirit was pointing in her mind. "
…………What—"
The next second, she was stunned.
"What, what—?"
Because she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.
Gong Jia Rong's older sister was named Gong Jia Yao, about four or five years older than her.
She also had long, smooth, black hair, but unlike her sister who liked to tie her hair up in a ponytail, her sister mostly
let her hair grow long and smooth.
Almost a head taller than her, her sister had an impressive bust that made any clothes look like they were bulging out, and with her
more mature and beautiful face, her slender and mature sister always made Jia Rong feel like that was what she would
look like ten years later.
That was her impression of her sister Jia Yao.
And the long-haired beauty who appeared before her now, wearing a pink coat and a high-waisted pleated skirt,
was overlapping with the figure in her memory.
The calm expression and the serene eyes were exactly the same.
Her sister was on the same tram as her.
However...
(Why...why...)
It was precisely because the woman before her was the one she had been searching for that she found it even more difficult to understand.
From her angle, she could clearly see Jia Yao's body pressed tightly against the man behind her,
her thigh exposed by the slit in her skirt being brazenly caressed by another hand.
Due to the distance, she couldn't even clearly see the man's face, which was hidden by his baseball cap.
Then, under Jia Rong's astonished gaze, that hand slowly moved inward in an extremely lewd manner, reaching
under her skirt and beginning to caress her inner thigh.
(...Tsk!)
Seeing this, Jia Rong could no longer bear it.
Moving her feet left and right, she carefully moved through the sea of people who were already packed back to back, heading towards
where her sister was.
Ignoring the fact that her unprotected breasts were pressed against the little boy's head, she quickly approached
the couple entangled on the tram, and then—
Stop! (
So—)
—And then she stood there in the blind spot of those two, unable to move an inch further.
(What the hell are you doing!)
Without thinking, Jia Rong knew that the demon spirit within her had directly taken control of her body.
Because her right hand had already released its grip on the armrest and was reaching for her chest.
"Too many people, too much excitement. I'm just about to have some fun. Don't forget your bet...or you can let
me burn the whole truck, I don't care anyway?"
Threatening her consciousness with a sentence, the demon spirit happily controlled the girl's body, using its delicate fingertips
to lift and rub her chest through her vest.
Waves of sweet electricity surged up along with the sense of immorality of caressing herself in public.
(Human...scum!!)
Jia Rong was only inches away from Jia Yao, but she couldn't stop her sister from being openly molested by a stranger.
She could only watch helplessly as that hand caressed Jia Yao's buttocks and thighs, her mind, though powerless to help,
was ablaze with a burning desire that seemed to contradict her own will.
The distorted environment and the distorted situation made her body crave these "bad things" unbearably.
"…………Hmm…"
(…!?)
When the man's hand reached forward and pressed without any attempt to conceal it, Jia Rong almost thought she was hallucinating.
Her sister, who was usually aloof and almost unsmiling, was now uttering soft
moans filled with lust.
In the train where she was constantly being stared at by countless eyes, she seemed defenseless as a stranger
caressed her skin, experiencing a sensual pleasure.
《Your sister is really bad~?》
"Ah, umm…!"
The demon's voice, the pinching of his fingertips, and the surge of lust between her legs, mixed with a strong current of excitement, assaulted
Jia Rong's senses.
Then, she saw her sister, after being told something by the man, voluntarily lift her skirt, as if
offering her lower body and hands, allowing her to simultaneously put both hands into her underwear.
As the man's rough hands slipped into her underwear, making it bulge, Jia Rong unknowingly leaned into
the corner, her right hand, manipulated by the demon, also reaching inside her tight pants.
"...Ugh...Mmm..."
"Ah...Eek, still...putting it in...Ugh!"
Jia Rong and Jia Yao simultaneously let out warm moans.
She didn't know what her sister felt when her honeypot was being stimulated, but as she openly committed lewd acts, her body
faithfully emitted wave after wave of sweet pleasure, making her tremble.
Days of lewd training had long since made her honeypot unbearably thirsty, desperately gripping and
squeezing even the fingers.
With the swaying of the carriage, the crowd seemed to sway along, pressing Jia Yao's body completely against the man's
, while Jia Rong bumped into the arms of her coworker beside her, her breasts pressed directly against the stranger's arm.
"...Oh? Hehe, hehe, so that's how it is." After letting out
a cryptic, wicked laugh, the demon spirit controlled her body, proceeding with further caresses.
When Jia Rong realized her hands had left her breasts and vulva, she was immediately startled to find herself gripping
her coworker's hands, which were caressing her body.
Rough palms probed inside her clothing, teasing her increasingly
hot body under their manipulation.
(Wait…why…?)
Jia Rong instantly sensed something was wrong.
The coworker whose arm she was holding seemed completely unfazed.
Even though her coat had been roughly ripped open by the man behind her, and her t-shirt was exposed with large hands reaching inside to grab
and knead her bra-bound breasts, Jia Rong remained completely unnoticed by any onlookers.
This was clearly an unusual sight. Upon closer reflection, Jia Rong immediately felt not only the pleasure of being caressed, but also a faint 　　yet all-too-familiar fluctuation of stellar energy
emanating from her skin . 　　(A...barrier...!?) 　　It was a barrier manifested by star power, severely dulling perception and thought within its range. 　　A combat technique used to subdue demons and otherworldly phantoms, it now surrounded the train carriage, yet Jia Rong hadn't 　　deployed a barrier in this public place. 　　So there was only one answer. 　　(Sister...why...?) 　　Squeezed from the center of the carriage to the door, Jia Yao, who had just switched places with her, didn't answer her question. 　　Letting the man behind her press against her back, his free hand even flipping through a novel, Jia Yao nonchalantly 　　allowed herself to become a victim of a pervert on the train, abandoning any attempt to protect her breasts and groin. 　　Jia Rong could even see her cheeks and breathing gradually changing. Having 　　experienced multiple bouts of uncontrolled arousal, she knew, of course, that the flush on her cold, beautiful face was the 　　flush of impending lust, that the seemingly uneasy, weak twisting of her body was due to heightened sexual desire, and that unconscious 　　gaze into the distance was already rippling with carnal pleasure. 　　That expression was the same as hers. 　　Jia Yao and Jia Rong, in different situations, were simultaneously aroused in the same place. 　　"Your sister really knows how to enjoy herself, actually seducing men in a place like this. The younger sister is a sex toy, the older sister 　　is playing games with a pervert on the train, are you sisters just born promiscuous? Haha!" 　　The same voice as hers echoed in her mind. 　　Why did her sister find this so pleasurable? 　　Why did her sister enjoy doing something wrong? 　　—Why wasn't she like her sister? 　　(—What am I thinking… Ugh…!) 　　Trying to suppress the questions that surfaced in her mind, Jia Rong's body, manipulated by the pervert, was pulled away from her coworker and slumped against 　　the large handrail in the center of the train carriage. 　　In her field of vision, she could clearly see Jia Yao's panties being pulled down to her ankles by the pervert, and the 　　man in the baseball cap openly pulling out his hard, erect penis. 　　Her sister trembled with excitement. 　　"—" 　　Just then, Jia Rong's gaze met Jia Yao's reflected eyes. 　　That seemingly indifferent gaze couldn't conceal the barely concealed yearning for love. 　　"Alright, alright, let you sisters recognize each other." 　　Instantly, the demonic spirit within her relaxed some of its control, freeing her lips and vocal cords. 　　Ignoring any potential reactions from her surroundings, Jia Rong immediately cried out, 　　"Sister—" 　　The cry failed to escape her lips. 　　More accurately, her cry was barely a whimper before Jia Yao's gaze fell 　　upon the untouched novel, ignoring her even as she stared at her. 　　Jia Rong's vision nearly went black. 　　"Ah, la la." 　　However, the demonic spirit had no intention of allowing her to lose consciousness. 　　Strengthening its manipulation, it brought Jia Rong back to her senses, even forcing her to stare intently, compelling 　　her to accept the reality of being ignored by her sister. 　　And in her eyes, Jia Yao was maintaining a lewd and ambiguous posture with the pervert behind her. 　　Her skirt was completely flipped up, and her shirt was pulled up to her collar, 　　exposing her entire body from her collarbone to her waist in the train carriage; her heavy breasts, her delicate waist and abdomen, and even her unprotected, overflowing, 　　sensual vulva were all laid bare before Jia Rong's eyes. 　　"Look, your sister is now happily doing bad things, and she's even using her star power. Look how 　　dishonest you are... As a sex toy, you can't be dishonest, can you?" 　　She couldn't refute it. 　　She could only watch as her sister allowed the penis to rub back and forth between her thighs and buttocks, even letting the man's hands 　　move under her arms, as if preparing for something. 　　(Could it be...?) 　　Jia Rong's gaze tightened even more. 　　The unbearable sensation from between her legs prevented her from looking away. 　　Then, with the violent shaking caused by the train's sudden stop, the pervert inserted his penis into Jia Yao's body. 　　"...Ugh, oh...!" 　　"Ah...uh...!"

Jia Yao let out a hoarse growl.
Jia Rong exhaled a hot, soft moan.
In this crowded and noisy space, she watched as her blood relative was held up by the pervert behind her, her hands pressed tightly against her body, his thick penis thrusting into her wet, honeyed hole without restraint, squelching out 　　a jarring, lewd sound
amidst the noise . 　　Her body convulsed with pleasure, Jia Yao expressing her carnal ecstasy with moans and gasps, allowing the pervert 　　to bring her even more exquisite pleasure. 　　(Sister, sister…) 　　Seeing her sister's completely different behavior, her wanton and indulgent posture, Jia Rong's thoughts could only 　　be described as astonishment. 　　She even saw Jia Yao whispering something to the man behind her, as if it were perfectly natural. 　　As the man thrust into her vigorously, Jia Rong watched her sister's wanton appearance, her teeth lightly biting and her waist twisting in response, and 　　felt the still-burning heat in her body surge up once more. 　　"Looks like you want it too? Well then, since no one here will feel awkward, I'll be a good 　　guy and let you have some fun?" 　　(No, wait...!) 　　The next second, Jia Rong was already being pulled into the arms of her former coworker. 　　The demon spirit even took advantage of the barrier around them to directly control the coworker's body, forcefully 　　lifting Jia Rong's left leg onto his shoulder. 　　The sound of tearing fabric was drowned out by the voices. 　　Her immobile body was being caressed by the rough hands of a strange man, and she only felt waves 　　of hot emptiness surging through her body, moving towards the equally hot shaft pressing against her crotch. Her body, already accustomed to a life of debauchery, was 　　enjoying the pleasure of doing bad things. 　　"Ee, um..." 　　"Eek, ah... no... ahh...!" 　　Her soft cries drowned out her sister's moans. 　　The sounds of flesh being inserted into Jia Yao during her rape masked the squeezing sounds of Jia Rong being penetrated. 　　Less than three meters apart, the sisters, in completely different circumstances, both experienced 　　the perverse pleasure of being wantonly violated by men in a public place. 　　Whether it was the feeling of her breasts being roughly grabbed and pulled, the thrusting and grinding of a penis inside her vagina, or the feeling of 　　being stared at by countless strangers, the rebellious pleasure that defied reason and the release of her lust 　　mingled in Jia Rong's consciousness. 　　"...Ah...um..." 　　"Ah, oh! So...so deep, ahh! No, oh...wait, ah, ahh! No...can't 　　continue here, ah! Continue, continue...ahhh!" 　　The pleasurable perverse pleasure caused her limp body to unconsciously lean against the man in the suit beside her, her 　　slightly parted mouth, panting, naturally approaching his face. 　　Suddenly, her upper body was violently rammed by her coworker behind her, and her bare breasts, whose vest had been pulled off at some point, 　　were pressed against his. 　　On the other side of the carriage, Jia Yao, also naked from the waist up, was being blatantly raped by a pervert 　　. Her breasts, even fuller than Jia Rong's, swayed rhythmically with the piston-like movements. 　　"Your sister and you are both so despicable, are all Star Chosen Ones this slutty?" 　　"Eek! No, ah, ha, ee-ha... Stop, ah, shut up... ee, ga, ji-ooh-ooh-ooh!" 　　Unlike her sister, who silently endured the man's violation, Jia Rong, her arms already wrapped around the man in the suit 　　, was experiencing intense carnal pleasure while committing adultery with a stranger, completely losing control. 　　In stark contrast to her sister's wanton reaction, Jia Yao silently endured the pervert's rape, 　　letting her body faithfully respond to the pleasure, gradually succumbing to it as well. 　　Then, both women's bodies convulsed violently, almost simultaneously. 　　The sounds of their climaxing gushing fluids echoed in unison. 　　"…………Ha, ah…ha ah…" 　　"Ah ah…ha…ha ah, ha…ah ah, ah ah…" 　　Jia Yao's lower body trembled with excitement, and the love juice overflowing from her honey hole dripped onto the floor, forming a conspicuous 　　puddle; as for Jia Rong, who was also raped to the point of orgasm, due to her position, the love juice that gushed out sprayed directly onto 　　the people nearby, staining the trousers and skirts of several passengers with sticky lustful fluid. 　　As if drained of strength by the orgasm, Jia Yao leaned limply against the car door, her lower body trembling like a deer, 　　only managing to stay upright thanks to the pervert behind her. 　　On the other hand, as the demon released its control over the passersby, the coworker no longer held her, and her body 　　fell onto the puddle that had accumulated when she orgasmed. 　　"Ah, sorry~ but I think you'd be even happier to be treated like this? After all, our lovely 　　little Jia Rong is a sexy and capable sex toy, hehehe." " 　　(You...you...!)" 　　The demon's mockery struck her sore spot precisely. 　　"Is it really okay to just ignore my sister? She's going to be taken away?" 　　However, the demon's next words made it impossible for her not to suppress her rage. 　　(!?) 　　When Jia Rong looked up, she saw her sister being lifted 　　up while still physically connected to the pervert in the baseball cap, and slowly squeezed through the crowd in a position commonly known as "station encirclement." 　　Under the influence of the barrier, the passengers were completely unresponsive to the lewd figure, simply turning their backs and letting 　　the man carry Jia Yao out of the carriage as literally as he did. The only reaction her sister left was 　　a calm, expressionless blankness, 　　as if looking at a puppet or an inanimate object . 　　No. 　　"Ee...ah...um! Ugh...ah, oh..." 　　More accurately, she left the carriage while being penetrated and moaning by the pervert. 　　A burst of emerald green light ignited and then vanished. 　　(…Oh no…!) 　　Although she saw Jia Yao being lifted up 　　and repeatedly violated by the pervert sitting on the bench in the open space where people were coming and going, Jia Rong no longer had the energy to watch her. 　　As the train drove away from the platform, the influence of the barrier gradually disappeared from here.

In other words, her sweaty, disheveled figure after her orgasm would be witnessed by the many
passengers whose senses had returned to normal.
Her nearly naked body would—
(No, no, no, no, no—!!)
Galong had no choice.
Then, the barrier of the Azure Flame dissipated.
"—Ha, hahahahahaha!"
The demon spirit laughed wildly.
"You used it! You actually used Star Power on an ordinary person! Aha, ahahahahaha!"
The purple and blue flames quickly engulfed the entire carriage and then disappeared.
Even knowing that using Star Power outside of combat was a complete violation of the regulations for a Star Chosen, she couldn't
expose her shameful appearance here; even though the demon spirit expressed a more intense mocking laugh in her mind than ever before
, she couldn't deny the fact that she had done something "bad" for her own selfish desires.
So Galong orgasmed again.
As if by some unspoken ratio, the sense of transgression she felt was stronger than ever before, making this ultimate
pleasure far surpass any orgasm she had experienced in the past seven days. Her sphincter muscles
completely lost control under the fiery pleasure that made her body unconditionally submit, and the urge to defecate, suppressed for so long, finally burst forth under the demon's deliberate manipulation
.
(No, no… ah, ahh…!)
Her body went numb under the intense pleasure, her convulsing limbs completely powerless. All Jia Rong could
do was pray that her body had enough endurance.
However, this illusory hope was destined to be unfulfilled.
With a gurgling sound, thick yellow urine
overflowed from her vulva, which was already soaked with love fluid, like a burst dam, adding another large puddle to the already sticky carriage, which then spread to the shoes of many people.
The pungent smell of urine, mixed with the sweat of the two women who had been raped, created an indescribable,
stench of female lust.
The erotic markings on her lower abdomen shimmered with a deep, sinister crimson light.
"But, it seems you're not quite there yet?"
"Wh...what...?"
The response from Jia Rong was a violent surge of urge from her stomach and lower abdomen.
Her lips trembled uncontrollably, as if her rectum were being
completely blocked by countless thick objects; she desperately wanted to release it all.
The muscle weakness following her orgasm made it difficult to suppress the urge to defecate that had been building up for days. The only thing that prevented
her from defecating on the spot was the reality of being on the train and her rational
resistance to the perverse act of incontinence.
Her body, long accustomed to sex, had even made her anus a familiar organ of pleasure. Even
the act of simply contracting her sphincter to hold back her bowels caused Jia Rong to break out in a sweat; as if she were about to lose control of her bladder at any moment, her mind was gripped
by extreme tension, oblivious to her surroundings.
Therefore, the breakdown came sooner than she had imagined.
—Her side was struck heavily by a briefcase.
Unaware that a passenger beside her was shifting away from the urine from soaking her feet, Jia Rong was struck in
the left kidney by the large, sharp point. Her already precarious balance crumbled instantly.
*Plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop.
* "—!!"
Jia Rong's scream couldn't drown out the defecation's defecation.
Forcefully squeezed through the elastic, tight anus, the dark brown solid, compressed into a ball
, gleefully gushed out of the anus under the loss of external pressure, tracing a filthy, thick arc as it landed
on the clean, white truck floor.
Following this was a spray of still-moist, unconsolidated, liquid feces; with a slurping,
ear-piercing sound, the rapidly expelled feces, like a mischievous paint, replaced the urine, forming a physical
mass, a conspicuous little hill.
The grand gushing sound, in turn, drowned out the passengers' voices.
The thick, foul stench released as the remaining feces spilled out filled the carriage with the loud farts.
"————!!"
She stopped thinking.
Anus, rectum, lower abdomen, brain.
A light, liberating sensation, like a rush from her buttocks to her brain, a perverse, ecstatic frenzy that
seemed to forcibly prolong her orgasm, a blissful sensation that felt like her brain was boiling. No
matter how much she screamed, the dark brown clump of feces between her legs wouldn't disappear.
No matter how much the barrier concealed it, it couldn't erase the fact that she had defecated and orgasmed in the train carriage.
Regardless of her mental denials, Jia Rong had to admit that her body felt incredibly pleasurable from urinating and defecating.
What would be a private act of excretion for any normal person was treated by her as a perverse
act of lewdness, fueled by humiliation and shame.
"Ah~ ah, look how troubled the passengers are, all pinching their noses." (
Ah...ah, ha...ee...eeoh...)
The demon's voice made her understand her situation again.
Openly defecating.
No, to be precise, openly defecating.
Realizing the undeniable fact of "doing something bad," her body faithfully reacted in a way that conformed to distorted logic
, her honeypot involuntarily twitching several times.
The overwhelming sense of liberation and transgression caused her to involuntarily climax again.
The next second, Jia Rong's consciousness sank into a dull darkness.
That feeling of "happiness" and "comfort," as if her consciousness were dissolving, repeatedly flooded her brain, leaving
her only able to wallow in that emptiness that made her brain feel like it was floating.
Or rather, Jia Rong now only wanted to escape the reality of her defecation climax.
—Gong Jia Rong's will was undeniably wavering.
******************************
Jia Rong only recovered from her daze three days later.
More accurately, the shock of her encounter with her sister on the tram was so intense that her memories of the past few days had become
strangely blurry, and she didn't even know where she was.
However, judging from the swelling and pain in her lower body and the feeling of her hands and feet being bound to the headboard, Jia Rong didn't need to think too much to know...
Knowing full well that her body had been manipulated by the demon spirit during this time, used as a toy to satisfy others' sexual desires,
Galong looked up at her crotch, still overflowing with semen.
"Ah, you woke up naturally without being called? Galong, the flesh toy, is really obedient, hee hee."
She didn't respond to the demon spirit's mockery.
As time passed, the voice it generated in her consciousness became increasingly similar to her own thoughts;
if it hadn't been for the demon spirit's deliberate sarcasm, she almost wouldn't have been able to distinguish between them.
This proved that the synchronization between the demon spirit and her was becoming increasingly profound.
The remaining time was very limited.
(...I'm asking you, is the bet still valid?)
With a casual tug, Galong tore off the handcuffs binding her arms and asked directly.
"Hmm? Are you in a bad mood? I know it was wrong of me to make you squirt and lose control of your bladder on the train three days ago, and then leave the mess
for the cleaners. I can apologize—"
"Shut up!!"
Galong couldn't help but yell angrily.
Knowing the demonic spirit in her mind wouldn't be interrupted, her agitated and chaotic thoughts
couldn't calm down as she recalled that scene.
Thinking of Jia Yao's wanton and infatuated state, Jia Rong couldn't suppress her emotions.
Why was her sister so calm even when being groped?
Why did her sister, as a Star Chosen One, use Star Power to satisfy her desires?
Why…why did she have to do it secretly when she wanted to [do bad things = feel good = feel good]?
(—No, that's not right!)
Jia Rong immediately realized her thoughts were becoming distorted and questioning.
What was she thinking?
Was she…jealous of her sister's actions?
"Looks like you're going to surrender even without my guidance?"
(Shut up!)
She roared at the demonic spirit in her mind, even though she knew it wouldn't help.
(This is clearly…you brainwashing me!)
"Okay, okay, let's just say that's how it is. As for the bet, it's still valid. If you like, you can go
find that slutty sister and get groped together, okay?" (
No way! Sister... Sister definitely has some kind of reason!)
The demon spirit responded to her assumption with a giggle that mirrored her own voice.
In fact, even Jia Rong herself felt that this reason was mixed with too many personal hopes, lacked sufficient
logic, and was quite far-fetched; seeing that gleaming, pleasure-seeking look in her eyes, who would believe she had some kind
of damned reason?
However, she couldn't continue to entangle herself with the demon spirit like this.
(...Then!)
Without room for further thought, Jia Rong sat up in bed, grabbed her crumpled coat from the corner
, and went into the bathroom.
No matter how unbearable it was to look at, she needed to find Jia Yao again and ask her to help her defeat the demon spirit.
As for her sister's strange behavior, she could only temporarily put it aside.
After leaving the motel, she spent some time sorting out the murky memories in her mind.
After committing various obscene acts on the tram, she fell into a deep sleep and was possessed by a demon spirit, disguised as a street
prostitute. For the past few days, she had only been seducing passengers for pleasure. Fortunately, the demon spirit didn't seem to intend to
end the game too soon and kept its promise not to harm anyone.
"Thanks to me, you were able to live comfortably for the past three days~"
(Don't be so smug...!)
But the fact that she was used as a sex toy was undeniable.
In these three days, the demon spirit used her body to extract semen from countless strange men.
Not to mention her vagina and anus, which had swallowed countless penises, she was subjected to handjobs, oral sex, footjobs, breastjobs, hairjobs
, armpitjobs, naveljobs, and even her collarbone and knees were never idle. It took her half a day to
clean off the semen that had dried out and become membranes on her body.
Focusing her mind, Jia Rong enhanced her senses, trying to capture the only star energy reaction in the city.
(...Found it!)
Not long after, she captured her sister's star energy in a suburban park not far from here.
Meanwhile, she detected several unusual fluctuations near the star power.
(This is...)
"Otherworldly Phantom Spirit, huh. The appearance rate of this kind of creature is really high. What should I do, I need a Star Chosen One?"
Ignoring the demon spirit's provocative words, Galon activated the star power within her body, which had already recovered most of its strength.
Purple and blue stellar flames swirled from all directions, enveloping her hands, feet, and delicate body,
condensing into a light, thin robe and the close-fitting protective garment beneath it as they burst forth in countless sparks.
(...Gurgle...!)
After summoning her battle attire, her body trembled several times due to the lingering effects of days of sexual intercourse.
Taking a few deep breaths, Galon steadied herself.
Then, the girl leaped into the air, rushing towards her destination in the most direct way.
"Help, help me!!"
"Tsk...!"
When Galon arrived at the location where the otherworldly phantom spirit had appeared, she was ultimately a step too late.
The archway at the park entrance, several meters high, was stained with crimson bits of flesh, and the mangled corpses dripping blood seemed
to convulse as if they were still full of life moments before, making the only surviving, obese man even more conspicuous.
Flowers and half a head were crushed with a brutal, earth-shattering sound.
A brain with a fan-shaped bony crown replaced the hands, embedded in the long, soft tentacles. Five
grotesque legs, as if fused together the forelimbs of an insect and the hooves of a pig, supported the muscular, serpentine torso high, while the
slug-like back of the head, with its three-pronged long tail, twisted forward, emitting a piercing roar.
Without hesitation, Galon immediately set up a star-force barrier, imprisoning the monster in place.
"W-what?! What's going on?!"
"You better hide behind me!"
Blocking the man, the girl unleashed a massive, swirling ball of fire with one hand, severing the monster's sweeping limb. Her right
hand already grasped the axe-spear that had been summoned instantly.
The axe-spear's heavy, sharp blade cleaved the fan-shaped bone fragment in two. Galon charged straight at the monster, her brutal
sweeping blows slamming heavily into its frail body, sending it flying.
"Haaaaaaah!!"
As if seeking revenge for the dead, or perhaps driven by an impulse to vent her emotions, Jia Rong
gripped her guided axe spear with both hands, unleashing arcs of intense heat that severed all the monster's thick, long limbs in the blink of an eye.
If she couldn't prevent its escape, she could annihilate such an opponent within minutes
—if no external factors intervened.
(…That was…!)
Azure fiery claws tore through the void.
Jia Rong, accustomed to battlefields and constantly aware of her surroundings, had already spotted
the black-haired figure outside the barrier, slaying the monster with a pair of azure fiery wings. In
the afterglow of the giant monster being reduced to ashes, she could clearly see Jia Yao's calm expression.
Her sister's unchanging demeanor reassured her.
Therefore…
(…Huh?)
The sight of her kneeling before the strange man, completely naked even in battle, left Jia Rong stunned
and bewildered.
Her superhuman senses clearly perceived Jia Yao's actions.
As if taking her nakedness for granted, Jia Yao knelt directly before the man, her calm
expression tinged with obvious arousal as she stared at the hard, erect penis the man had somehow produced.
Then, she deliberately moved her face closer to that ugly, grotesque shaft.
(So—)
This completely distracted Jia Rong.
Only when a piercing pain shot through her waist did she swiftly strike down with her right palm, burning
and severing the slug's head that was biting her.
"Hmph…!"
As the fangs with their hooked edges left her body, Jia Rong couldn't help but let out a sweet moan.
The wave of pleasure that coursed through her body, along with the pain, assaulted her consciousness.
"Ah, ahhh! It bit, it bit, it bit!!"
"No… don't make a sound!"
Gritting her teeth, she forced her gaze back, which she couldn't look away from, and forced herself to concentrate on dealing with the monster before her.
But neither the deafening roar of the explosions nor the monstrous screams of the monster could
erase the scene she had just witnessed.
"My sister is so clever. How can she do bad things and be a good person at the same time? I can't do that..."
The demon in her mind mimicked her own thoughts, complaining to herself, almost causing her to miss with her axe and spear.
Barely dodging the spider's series of thrusts, Galon gritted her teeth and attacked again.
"Why is it so hard for me to feel good... My sister can do that... It's so unfair..."
(No... no! My sister isn't—)
"We're both doing bad things, so why can only my sister enjoy it? I'm so envious... Why do
I have to suffer... I'm so envious~"
A surge of emotion and excitement welled up within her.
The scene on the train flashed through her hazy vision.
Her sister's expression—oblivious to her presence, completely enjoying forbidden pleasure—lingered in her mind.
"I, I... I'm not envious!!"
Galon roared angrily.
The axe-spear slammed heavily onto the ground, the resulting scorching whirlwind tearing the monster apart.
The spear swung back, the stone spike piercing through, transforming the purple flame cone—enough to melt even the finest steel—into a gigantic needle that exploded into the air.
Only a piercing scream escaped its lips; the monster was now imprisoned in mid-air, its intact parts
bound by flame vines that had sprouted from the cone.
The next second, the axe-spear, now a massive blazing inferno, flashed, severing the monster's body in two.
"Haaaah…haaah, haaaah…"
After the monster was destroyed by the star power, Galon propped herself up on the axe-spear,
gasping for breath.
Despite the brief battle, she felt utterly drained, her limbs weak.
The star power within her surged like a torrent, the excessive heat trapped within her delicate
body, unable to dissipate.
No.
That wasn't heat generated by star power.
"Oh dear, oh dear, I'm in heat." Even having impure thoughts during battle feels good, truly befitting a naturally wanton, horny
sex toy.
"How...how could this be...!"
Galon couldn't understand the strangeness in her body.
—She didn't know the bite from the Phantom Spirit just now carried a potent poison that could cause nerve excitation and loss of control.
—She didn't realize that her psychological defenses had already crumbled when she saw her sister's wanton figure on the train.
—She hadn't realized that during the three days of her delirious state, the demon spirit had made her body more accustomed to carnal pleasure.
Repeatedly provoked and incited, unable to remain calm, she had long since lost the chance to discover the demon spirit's conspiracy.
"...What...is it..."
"...Hoo, um...?"
A murmur from behind drew her attention.
Then, Galon was pushed down by a brute force, powerful yet vastly different from her own, her axe and spear
falling from her hands to the side.
The surviving victim had tackled her.
"What are you horny about... what are you horny about?!"
"Eek!?"
With a furious roar, the fat man's hands were already grabbing her breasts and violently pulling at them, the painful
pleasure making her cry out involuntarily.
Her excessive weight pressed down on her lower abdomen, and the oppressive feeling of being ridden by a male made it difficult for Jia Rong to resist for a moment.
(Could it be... this man is... deranged...!?)
If an ordinary human can witness the existence of otherworldly phantoms, it means that their brain nerves have been
affected by the evil power of the phantoms, falling into extremely unstable and frenzied symptoms.
Simply put, they are insane.
Coupled with witnessing the horrific murder, it is only natural that the fat man would lose his rationality.
"You, calm down, squeak squeak squeak squeak!?"
When the fat man's palm pressed on the erotic patterns that had appeared out of nowhere, Jia Rong immediately let out a sweet moan that was no different from a scream
.
"Your fellow pilots have all been killed by that monster, and you're telling me to calm down?!
What right do you have to spout this nonsense when your cunt is leaking juice halfway through the fight! You've even revealed your lewd marks, you slut!!"
The fat man's fingers roughly shoved into Jia Rong's honey hole.
Her private area, unprotected by underwear, was easily penetrated by rough fingers. Without any probing, the nerve agent had already
caused a large amount of vaginal fluid to overflow.
The squelching sounds of thrusting caused the fluid to continuously splatter between her legs.
Not only that, but the semen ejaculated inside her during the past few days of hazy intercourse also
slowly overflowed from her deepest depths due to the body's contractions.
"Ah, oh, ahh! Wait, ahh, ha, ahhhhh!"
"This... damn! It's semen! You actually went to fight monsters with a lump of semen in your genitals, you're a complete pervert
! And what's with the act of being so righteous! You must have been playing with men, that's why you came so late!" "
I, I don't... oh, ohhhhh!"
She wanted to deny it but couldn't. The fact was, she had indeed had wild sex with strange men.
The sense of transgression surging within Jia Rong brought a rush of intense pleasure, causing her body to uncontrollably ejaculate. The overflowing
love fluid soaked the fat man's entire palm.
Mixed with semi-dried semen, translucent viscous fluid gushed from her convulsing lower body.
"Bullshit! You're so turned on by the fucking that you forgot you had to fight the monster, aren't you! You slut! You dead cunt!
Do you feel good letting someone die from your own pleasure?!"
"I, I didn't—"
"Shut up! You're still talking nonsense with your pussy all wet, you pervert! Do you enjoy doing such heinous things
? Are you still squirting even now, you dead bitch!"
"Ah, ooh, gurgle ooh ooh ooh!?"
Without allowing Jia Rong to answer, the fat man grabbed his palm and shoved four fingers into her honey hole in one go.
Even his knuckles almost squeezed past her labia with the force, and the flesh walls, stimulated by the abnormal stimulation, writhed violently
, tightly gripping the angry intruder. The
thrusting, even more brutal than a penis, forced Jia Rong to lean back and grit her teeth to suppress the urge to scream.
"You've hit a nerve, haven't you? The flesh toy Galong is too slutty and needs to be fucked, so it's no surprise she died~"
"Ming, ahh! Ming... no, it was me..."
"You're the one who killed my brother!"
Galong unconsciously spat out the demon's rebuttal, which the fat man used as an excuse, making
him even more enraged as he twisted his hand inward.
"Gurgle! Eek, ah, ahh!"
The disorienting feeling as if her internal organs were being ripped out caused Galong to let out a low growl that a woman should never utter, completely losing
her basic moral compass.
"Apologize! Say it, you were wrong! Apologize to me, you bitch!"
"Ah, gurgle! Ahh, no, ah, ahh!"
"Tell me! I'm sorry for killing my friend because I was fucked for my own pleasure! I'm
sorry for pretending to be righteous when my cunt is so itchy! Say it! Say it to me!"
With each roar, the fat man's fingers would probe to Galong's most sensitive cervix, causing her waist
to arch involuntarily under the intense pleasure, and then she would be pressed back down by the man.
《To calm him down, I'll apologize~》
"Ah, ee... ahh! Ha, ee, ha, ahhh!"
The overwhelming pleasure was so intense that it almost burned her nerves, making it impossible for her
to think rationally.
Under the seduction of her own voice, her trembling lips involuntarily opened slightly, allowing Galong to utter
words other than moans.
"I...I'm sorry...ahhh! For, for myself...pleasure, umm...I hurt, I killed your
friend...I'm so sorry...I...I need to fuck my cunt so itchy, ahhh! And, I still have to pretend to be serious...I'm so
sorry ahhhhh!"
That was submission.
Submission to violence, submission to coercion, submission to the idea that [doing bad things = happiness = comfort], Jia Rong's body
truly burned, and she gushed out again, overflowing with thick, pleasurable, lustful juice.
"Fuck you, you damn cunt, even your apology requires you to squirt! You still dare to say you weren't so happy that you forgot to save people! You
slutty whore with a brain problem, do you have any conscience! Fuck, I'm going to punish you on behalf of my brothers! You want to
have fun so much that you'll die! Die! Die! Die!"
The fat man yelled, and the fingers that were pulling on her nipples loosened.
The next second, the strong blows and excruciating pain from her chest made Jia Rong scream again.
"You fucking bitch, you're enjoying being beaten, huh?! Your tits beg for a beating, your cunt begs to be fucked, and you still have the nerve to call yourself
human?! A normal person only feels pain, and you still have the nerve to gloat like this? Who do you think you are, you filthy bitch?!
You don't even deserve to be a bitch! What, what, are you apologizing?! Apologize to me!!"
The fat man, roaring, didn't stop slapping her.
The pain from the repeated blows to her chest and cheeks made it impossible for her to think.
However, contrary to her consciousness, her body grew hotter and hotter, and the deep red lines on her lower abdomen
gleamed with an even more blatant lust.
"So good, ahh, so comfortable~ I'm being tortured, how come it feels so good?" Am I really
such a hopeless, horny slut? I guess I have no choice but to apologize.
"Ah, uh, yes, I'm sorry! Ahh! Even though... even though I'm a bitch, I, ahh! I pretended to be righteous
... even when I was beaten, ah, it felt so good! I, I'm shameless... I'm horny, I... uh, ahh
!!"
She felt excited despite being treated roughly.
Because she woke up too late, she couldn't save anyone.
She was innocent, yet forced to bear a false accusation.
She was wantonly abused in an open space by civilians she was supposed to protect.
She denied her own dignity as a human being.
Various acts that defied ethical norms and common sense fueled the growing heat within her
, further ravaging the last vestiges of Galen's reason until they were utterly shattered. Even amidst
the man's frenzied, incoherent curses, every move he made brought Galen unprecedented pleasure. Her consciousness
already a blur, she could only allow the man to press his weight against her body, his hands brutally and
ruthlessly manipulating her increasingly sensitive, aching yet wildly pleasurable parts.
In just over ten minutes, she had been forced to climax countless times, experiencing a continuous surge of pleasure after the battle .
Completely drained of her strength, her exhausted body was drenched in sweat. Jia Rong couldn't even lift a finger
, completely at his mercy.
"Haa...ha, haa...gurgle..."
Urine, replacing her vaginal fluids, weakly flowed down her thighs. The beads of sweat on her body, like solidified cream, reflected
the afterglow of the streetlights. As if all her bodily fluids had been squeezed out, Jia Rong's buttocks clenched before the fat man stood up , pressing
against her lower abdomen, causing her to let out an embarrassing moan.
"So good~"
"So...so good...squeak, squeak gurgle gurgle gurgle!?"
Repeating the inner murmur, Jia Rong was immediately pressed down on her lower abdomen by the fat man.
Although it didn't cause her any real harm, the impact that made her uterus tremble violently sent her body
soaring to a new wave of climax. The urine and vaginal fluids, which had subsided, overflowed again as if a dam had burst.
"You fucking slut, aren't you? So horny you can even enjoy being beaten? Well, let's see just how
shameless you can be! Get up, you cunt, crawl here like a bitch!"
"Ouch... ah, gurgle...!"
Dragged along by the fat man's hair, she had no choice but to obey and assume the doggy-style position.
The next second, something thick, hard, and cold was brutally thrust into her thirsty, aching cunt.
"Thought it was a dick? Don't even think about it! My virginity won't be given to a slut like you who's ridden by a thousand men! Your slutty
cunt is good enough to just gnaw on a water bottle! Anyway, it's thick, long, and hard enough to be pleasurable! Look, bitch, your rotten
cunt is leaking juices now!"
Grabbing the end of the bottle, the fat man began to thrust the water bottle back and forth forcefully.
A nearly foot-long, slightly curved foreign object forcefully invaded the tight space that should have accommodated the penis.
The hard plastic bottle, as thick as a child's arm, became even more hazy under the splatter of love fluid and sweat.
The completely unfamiliar stimulation, coupled with the perverse situation of being violated by a daily necessity, caused Jia Rong's already clouded
consciousness to completely succumb to the sweet and rich pleasure of flesh.
Her lower body swayed actively in rhythm with the fat man, her mouth emitting hoarse
growls that were barely groans, indistinguishable from those of a female beast.
"Gurgle, ah, howl! Ha... ah ah! Chirp... ah, ya, gurgle gurgle gurgle!!"
"You damn slut! Apologize! Apologize to me!!"
the fat man roared furiously, his hands showing absolutely no mercy.
(Apologize... apologize... apologize, apologize, apologize—)
Her mind, incapable of thinking, only allowed her to obey the unreasonable demands.
"Ah, I... Ahhh! I'm sorry, yes, oh! I deserve it! I'm sorry, because I just wanted
to have sex, ugh! I wanted to, wanted to have my own pleasure, and I killed your friend! Ah, ga, ga ahhh! But, but I feel so
good, ji, ga, ahhh! Ji, oh, ugh!! Ugh ugh ugh ugh!!"
Galong, incoherent, couldn't even understand why she was apologizing. She only knew to shout incoherently according to the other person's demands
, in order to release the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to be making her brain lose its balance.
The unusual sensation from the bumpy bottle cap squeezing past her cervix sent
shivers down her spine with every wave of pleasure, causing her body to tremble violently, and her erotic lines to flicker.
The pleasure of being abused by the object, the pleasure of being insulted and ravaged, made Galong completely abandon reason.
Unconsciously, the bottle had become sticky and slippery.
"Rotten! Rotten! It's because of this stinky cunt that my brother died! Go to hell! If you want to
have sex so badly, then have sex until you die!"
The fat man's hand slammed down on her pert buttocks.
(Die, have sex until you die, this stinky cunt has to have sex until it dies—)
"Gurgle, squish, ugh gurgle! Ha, squish ha, ah ah ah! Ga, ee, ah ah ah!!"
Jia Rong couldn't help but let out a
soft moan, following the voice in her heart. The intense pleasure of her buttocks being slapped and her cunt being deeply penetrated surged through her body,
creating waves of carnal ecstasy in her mind.
Pain and pleasure, immorality and joy, perversion and carnal pleasure, all sorts of intertwined feelings and emotions
mixed together in Jia Rong's thoughts, gradually melting into an indescribable bliss.
Rebellion and guilt overlapped with the memories of being brainwashed and trained by the demon.
—The self who was resented and wallowed in pleasure.
—The self who repeated the same mistakes and felt guilty.
—Successive lust, betraying her conscience.
Her body flushed a vibrant, rosy pink, thick with a seductive, viscous sweat that exuded a strong feminine scent. Even though
she was already immobilized by countless orgasms, her body still throbbed with desire,
convulsing and spasming as if seeking more pleasure.
"Die from pleasure! You filthy bitch! Die! Die, die, die, die, die, die!!" "
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"
Galon let out a piercing, shrill scream.
The frenzied, fat man flipped her body over, forcefully shoving the water bottle in his hand inwards, then using his knee to forcefully
push the entire bottle inwards.
The water bottle, already past the cervix, pressed against the uterine wall under sheer force, the plastic cap constantly rubbing and
thrusting against the tender, fragile vulva.
At the same time, his free hands began the next move.
"Chirp, chirp—chirp!?"
The low growl, like that of a female beast, abruptly stopped.
When she felt ten fingers tightening around her neck, Jia Rong was already unable to react.
The fat man pressed his entire weight down to her knees, the water bottle slamming against her uterus, his hands almost clenching together as he
squeezed her neck with all his might.
"Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die—!!"
"Ha—ga, ha—!!"
The violent lewdness did nothing to slow the fat man's madness.
His eyes flashed with a crimson light, his violence escalating from sadism to strangulation.
Jia Rong, already exhausted from the continuous climaxes, had no strength left to resist, let alone
pry open the fat man's thick arms.
Her convulsing fingertips dug bloody marks into his hands, and her cheeks, gradually turning purplish-red from blood stasis...
Her face contorted with the pain of suffocation, obscuring her previously radiant expression.
Her vision gradually blurred like a veil.
(Am I—am I going to die?)
Her hands, powerless to struggle, fell limply to her sides.
Then, she touched something all too familiar—metal.
(—)
A weapon.
But as a chosen one, she couldn't harm defenseless civilians.
But what if this man couldn't calm down? She would be the one to die.
But, but, but, but, but—
(—)
Her warrior's instinct, her human will to survive, made the judgment for Galon.
A flash of axe-spear.
The technique of using lightness to achieve heaviness proved incredibly effective, allowing the weapon, weighing tons, to nimbly
slice through the lamplight.
The sensation of flesh being sliced through Galon's fingers reached her palms.
The sight of the fat man's head and body separated came into view.
"Ah—"
Without room to react, Galon ejaculated uncontrollably.
That was a far greater ecstasy than the dozens, even hundreds, of orgasms she had just experienced, enough to shatter her consciousness in an instant and plunge her into
boundless darkness—an extraordinary sensual pleasure.
The profound evil of murdering the powerless brought with it an equally profound and extreme pleasure.
Then, Galon lost consciousness.
Before her vision faded into darkness, the lingering sensation of her soul drifting away from her body remained.
The depraved and wicked scene continued at the deserted park entrance.
Even though the girl beneath him had rolled her eyes back and was foaming at the mouth, the fat man riding on her head still
leaned forward, letting the long water bottle, which held about a liter, violate her honeypot.
Despite being brutally penetrated until it was red and swollen, the girl's honeypot still writhed on its own, the gurgling,
lewd sounds of the water bottle being squeezed out by the flesh walls replacing the girl's own sharp moans that had continued until just now, making
the intricate lewd patterns on her lower abdomen look even more ferocious and obscene.
However, the most bizarre thing was that the fat man had nothing above his neck.
His head rolled onto the grass beside him.
The surrounding barrier gradually weakened, allowing the sound to return to reality.
The fat man's body also collapsed, blood spurting from his carotid artery splashing onto the girl's tattered, almost
naked body.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to actually do it."
The smoky aura emanating from Galong instantly engulfed the fat man's body, then intertwined again, forming
a tall, thin figure.
The Demon Spirit.
The moment Galong made her unconscious choice, its bet with her ended.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to actually give me so much pleasure for so long. It wasn't for nothing that I spent so much time
on you. But, well, it's time to receive my reward..."
With that, the Demon Spirit's right palm transformed into tiny, miasma-filled tentacles.
In an instant, dozens of deep red tentacles, like fine threads, pierced Galong's face.
Under her eyes, nostrils, earlobes, corners of her lips, even the pores of her skin…
it missed no place that could invade and implant more miasma.
"Garong…Garong…I am you…"
The demonic whisper echoed directly in her deep consciousness.
Its voice, in her mind, transformed back into the same voice as Garong's.
"…I…am me…"
The subconscious, activated by the suggestion, ignored its own identity and responded to the demonic whisper.
"I am…the voice in your heart…isn't that right…?" "
…My…voice…" "
What I said…is what you thought…right…?"
"…What I said…is…what I thought…"
The voice, identical to her own, made Garong unable to deny it.
"Remember…doing bad things feels good…committing crimes makes me happy, so it feels good…it makes me want
to commit more serious crimes…right…?"
"…committing crimes…feels good…"
The crimson miasma, carrying the suggestion, seeped into her body and mind.
During this time, she fully experienced the sweet pleasure of committing crimes, her
body, already fallen into a state of distorted logic, had no room for resistance.
"My sister has also fallen... Why can't I... This is so unfair...?"
"...Sister...fallen...fair..."
—Both are doing bad things, so why can only my sister use this as an excuse to satisfy her lust?
—Both are committing crimes, so why can't she openly express her sexual desires and make herself happy?
Jia Yao's lewd acts on the train, her affairs in the park, quickly resonated with her.
"Doing bad things feels good...so good...Can I feel it...?"
"...Yes...I feel it...crime...happy, comfortable..."
"Taking a dump...it's wrong...but it feels so good...?"
"...Yes...taking a dump in public...so good, ah..."
Jia Rong's flat voice trembled.
Her body once again remembered that sweet climax filled with humiliation and a sense of liberation.
"Murder...it feels so good...?" "
…………So happy…ahhh…"
Galon could no longer reject her own wrongdoings, her own evil deeds; she even began to actively accept them.
The pleasure of the decapitation strike sent her into another climax.
The fact that she had slaughtered innocent civilians had completely shattered her last shred of morality.
"So…should I surrender to the demon again…let it completely corrupt me…let it
play with everything I have…let me commit even more mistakes…?"
"…………Yes…let me sacrifice everything…make mistakes…commit crimes…ahhhh…"
Things that have been cracked can never be restored to their original state.
Intoxicated by sinful lust and carnal pleasure, Galon's rationality and conscience, which the demon had deliberately repaired, were already flawed; at this moment…
Under its instigation, she succumbed to temptation once more, her last remaining sense of self collapsing again.
No.
This time, it wasn't the crude and straightforward descent into depravity she had initially succumbed to under the demon's brainwashing.
"I want...I want to make mistakes...to commit crimes...more, more comfortable...ah, ahh..."
—This is calamity
. —Further depravity will lead to disaster.
Responding to the miasma injected by the demon, the purple-blue star power surging from the inside of her body mingled with the demon's unique
deep red color, making the erotic patterns already branded on her lower abdomen even more complex, outlining
a heart shape that mimicked the contours of ovaries and fallopian tubes, as if revealing a seductive spring. As if echoing the evolution of the erotic patterns, 　　totems filled with erotic charm
also emerged from the backs of Galong's hands, upper arms, and thighs . 　　Nearly a third of her jet-black hair was dyed a blood-red hue, and her half-open, half-closed left eye, as if 　　stained by the blood spurting from the fat man's cervical vertebrae, gradually changed from white to black, becoming a strange combination of black and red. 　　Reflecting this mutation, indistinguishable alien carapaces emerged from the girl's body, then 　　dissipated into a bloody mist and returned to her skin. 　　This process, seemingly confirming evolution, repeated itself. 　　Having already been corrupted once, Shaoxing had no more ability to resist. The purplish-blue star flames, under the repeated 　　distortions of the miasma, gradually transformed into a turbid red tinged with purple, becoming a scorching flame that corroded all directions. 　　The park was gradually devoured by the strange, demonic flames. 　　"You struggled, and the result is still so miserable! Without effort, no matter how strong your star power is, it's just being used as 　　a toy by spiritual power! Aha, ahahahahahaha!!" 　　The demonic spirit laughed wildly with pleasure. 　　The girl, breathing sweetly amidst the flames, slept soundly, occasionally letting out sensual moans. 　　Known as the Martial Maiden of the Radiant Star, she had once again fallen into the path of evil and depravity. 　　—Gong Jiarong's fall into evil, burning her soul and bringing calamity. 　　**************************************** 　　Time 　　passed unnoticed. 　　This was the boy's fifth time participating in a subjugation mission. 　　Inheriting the qualifications from his parents and possessing the power of the Arrowhead Star, he had already used his shield and his proficient sharp rune 　　spells to assist 　　his teammates in slaying many 　　demons . 　　But now, he was utterly helpless. 　　" Ah ... 　　The archer providing support from the rear was also pierced through the chest by a crimson spear that had just been launched through the air, 　　pinned to the opposite building like a butterfly specimen. 　　His teacher, who had taught him spellcasting tactics, was neatly cleaved in two by an axe. 　　Even the air itself was marked with claw marks; the violent, tornado-like slashing dance blasted the 　　girl who had been winking at him just moments before, sending her flying ten feet away, leaving only her terrified head on the ground. 　　"Ah...is that it...?" 　　—That was overwhelming despair. 　　Her nearly naked body was covered only by a tattered thin trench coat and crimson, alien carapace, 　　perfectly highlighting her increasingly alluring and mature curves. 　　Her long hair, a blend of black and red, and her captivating eyes, one black and one red, made the girl, now a supernatural being, 　　even more alluring than before. 　　"How boring... I want to make a few more mistakes..." 　　The axe and spear, along with her five fingers, were still dripping blood as the girl let out a cute whimper. 　　This distorted contrast made the boy even more terrified. 　　"Gong... Gong Jiarong! Do you really know what you're doing?!" 　　Gong Jiarong, the Shaoxing Martial Maiden. 　　Once a top-tier fighter in the organization, she became a demonic 　　parasite, no different from a monster, after disappearing for several months, actively invading the organization's members. 　　—Whether it was the old man, the archer, or the female swordsman hacked to pieces, they were all former comrades. 　　—Warriors who possessed the power of stars, just like him, had gathered together to save her. 　　But the result was obvious to all. 　　"Hehe..." 　　The impact, exceeding reflexes, pierced through the shield. 　　Before he could even scream, the boy's hands were pierced by the crimson whip that literally 'grew' from the girl's left shoulder 　　, and he was firmly fixed to the wall behind him, the runes between his fingers scattered all over the ground. 　　Galong smiled seductively and slowly approached. The alluring 　　, erotic tattoos branded on her completely exposed abdomen appeared unspeakably terrifying to the boy. 　　"Come on..." 　　As if ignoring his struggles, she simply and leisurely reached out her hands towards the boy's lower body. 　　With claws sharp enough to cut through steel, she lightly sliced across his trousers, completely exposing his crotch, where his 　　pubic hair, barely protecting it, had shrunk into a small ball. 　　"Oh... shrunk back down, it's already so big... mmm..." 　　The seductive chuckle and the soft touch made the boy tremble. 　　Five slender fingers used erotic techniques he couldn't even imagine to tease, caress, and stroke his penis and testicles. 　　The unbearable pleasure he was experiencing as a man quickly made him engorged and erect. 　　As hard as a shrunken steel ruler, his penis was thus played with by Galong, who had transformed into an alien. 　　"Shaking around, so cute... Come on... be a good boy and enjoy it..." 　　"Ah, ugh...!" 　　A piercing, excruciating pain shot through his arms, while an unbearable, agonizing pleasure surged between his legs. 　　The stark contrast prevented the boy from even groaning; he could only whimper in agony. 　　"This is, pain and pleasure at the same time? Hehe..." 　　Her five fingers teased the tip of his already hard penis, circling her fingertips around the urethral opening, causing the boy's 　　lower body to tremble violently like a wild horse. 　　She looked up and met the boy's gaze with alluring eyes for a few seconds, then chuckled softly. 　　Then, her thousands upon thousands of strands of hair floated up eerily, seemingly imbued with life, and coiled around the boy.

Between her legs, her fingers gently and rhythmically tightened around his penis, her long hair
moving up and down with varying speeds. Combined with the rubbing of her palm against his scrotum, her touch made the boy's stamina and resistance
melt away like ice cubes thrown into a hot pan.
With the strange sensation of her fingertips lightly poking his urethra, his penis immediately gave way.
"Ah, ahhh!"
"Hmm..."
Amidst Jia Rong's laughter, which sounded both mocking and pleasurable, the boy ejaculated for the first time in his life.
The semen, much thicker than usual, was like jelly, clinging to the girl's crimson hair and
palm, countless strands of pale yellow fluid rising with the opening and closing of her fingers.
"Such healthy sperm... if it all came inside, how... ahhh..."
Gazing at the semen on her hand, which could only be described as a paste, Jia Rong uttered a dazed sentence.
At the same time, the girl slightly tightened her shoulder, causing the whip embedded in the wall to spin forward, causing the boy's
fingers, which had quietly pulled out a talisman from his sleeve, to twitch and loosen.
"But... the most important thing for a man is endurance, right? So... let's do it a few more times? Hehe..."
"Ah, ah! Gu, ya... ah ah!"
The boy let out a moan indistinguishable from a girl's as her jade fingers manipulated his penis like a ring.
Sometimes she kneaded with one hand, sometimes she twisted it with her palm, sometimes she stroked it with her hair, sometimes she stimulated it with whispered words, and even
deliberately opened her mouth to blow seductive breaths towards the glans. Under the boy's unconscious gaze, Jia Rong happily opened her mouth slightly, letting her slender, delicate
tongue lick the corner of her lips, making a teasing movement solely to stimulate lust.
Unaware of matters of the heart, he naturally couldn't resist Jia Rong's lewd techniques.
The second time, the third time, the fourth time, the boy's semen was squeezed out by her fingers as if milking.
"Mmm... Chu~"
"Gurgle, ooh...!"
She gently pressed her lips to the glans, and the boy finally succumbed for the fifth time, his ejaculation forcibly released once more.
As the number of ejaculations increased, the semen he ejaculated finally lost its thick, foul
odor unique to virgins, and even began to thin out, appearing milky white.
"Ugh... Chu, glug..."
Jia Rong savored his semen in front of the boy as if it were a delicacy, her whole body trembling slightly.
That trembling, clearly originating from carnal pleasure, caused the whip that imprisoned the boy's upper body to vibrate, tearing
his deltoid muscles while causing cracks to appear in his wrist and collarbone.
The pleasure of ejaculation and the pain of cracking flesh and bone contorted the boy's expression.
"Alright... then..."
In an instant, the boy felt dizzy.
As he was thrown backward, the whip was pulled away from his arm, and the boy, bleeding profusely from his wound, barely managed to roll halfway around
before being pierced by the whip that struck again.
"Gah, ah—!?"
The excruciating pain of his shoulder blade being completely pierced and shattered, along with the impact of his body unnaturally slamming into the ground, caused the boy to let out
a miserable cry. His legs, which tried to prop themselves up and break free of the blockade, were also
struck in the lower abdomen by the axe-spear, which was wreathed in purplish-red miasma, and then went limp. Without turning
her head, she had already knocked down the surviving enemy again and sealed off his ability to resist. Galon slowly walked towards
the boy.
In the corner of the boy's vision, he could barely see her excited and swaying expression.
"Gulp... If you have the guts... If you have the guts, kill me!"
"Hehe... Of course I will... But I have more important things to do..."
Her hands grabbed the boy's legs, lifting them high and separating them with ease.
Strands of her hair condensed into small cones and silently slid down to the boy's crotch.
Then, the boy's body trembled violently like a live shrimp.
"Goo...!?"
"Hmm, everyone has a G-spot after all... I need to remember this... Hehe."
Stimulating the boy's anus directly with strands of hair, Galon's exquisitely skillful technique had already caused his penis to
instinctively become erect again.
Less than twenty minutes ago, this was a battlefield, but now a scene of depravity and perversion was unfolding.
The hem of his combat suit was completely shredded, exposing his crotch, and the boy was nailed to the ground by a deep red bone blade. His lower
body arched high due to the stimulation of his anus, lifting his waist off the ground, allowing the half-naked, ochre-haired beauty to grab his legs and lift him up
, revealing a bizarre, slaughter-like posture.
Around the two about to copulate were more than a dozen corpses still warm from their bodies, men, women, young and old
, all mutilated.
If the boy had sufficient knowledge of sexual intercourse, he would have realized he was being positioned in a leg-lifting position, commonly known as a pile driver
, and that the roles of man and woman had been reversed, making him the weaker, more vulnerable party.
"Then..."
Jia Rong's eyes met the boy's, which were filled with a mixture of shock and anger, with a glazed, dreamy
gaze. Her already wet labia parted slightly, taking the glistening glans into her mouth.
"Mmm... I won't be polite... Ah~ Mmm~"
With a soft, cute voice, she uttered words as if savoring a delicious meal. Jia Rong roughly pulled the boy's legs
upwards, and her honey hole instantly swallowed the hard, swollen penis.
In an instant, the boy ejaculated for the sixth time.
The unimaginable suction, the wet, sticky sensation like hundreds of slugs wriggling,
the stimulation of countless folds of flesh moving and intertwining, left him with no ability to resist.
"Ah... So fast..."
It sounded like regret, but more like mockery.
Jia Rong's moans and the squeezing, constricting sensation of her honey hole simultaneously assaulted the boy.
"My inside feels so good, it made you forget your blood feud, huh? Hehe..."
"Shut...shut up...ugh...!"
The twitching, sucking sensation directly stimulated the glans, turning the boy's anger into a moan of pleasure.
The fine, granular texture ground against every inch of his penis, the inside of his vagina
freely changing with Galon's mutated body, the walls of her vagina gripping him with a tightness no ordinary person could match, constantly bringing him fresh and intense,
brain-numbing stimulation.
In less than a minute, the boy had already ejaculated his seventh stream of semen amidst a mixture of pain and pleasure.
However, the piston-like contractions, like a milking machine, didn't stop, relentlessly ravaging his rationality.
As the girl began to actively thrust her slender waist into the boy beneath her, the swollen, aroused flesh walls
rubbed against his penis with each twist of her vaginal opening, the nerve toxins silently seeping from his anus further
igniting his lust.
"Ah...ah, gurgle...!"
"Haa...a virgin's penis feels so good...I never thought raping a junior would feel so good...ah, if only
I had known...if only I had raped that old-fashioned man...um, ah, haaaaah...!"
Speaking illogical and wild words, she plopped down between the boy's thighs.
The intense pressure caused a fatal cracking sound to echo in the boy's already battered and slashed spine.
"Gah, ah...!"
"Haaaaah...!"
With her sitting down, Jia Rong's glans pressed against the cervix.
At the same time, the boy let out a groan of unbearable pain.
His pelvis groaned as Jia Rong relentlessly squeezed him, causing a slit in his spine, blood
slowly seeping from the wound. Yet, under the stimulation and forced erection of the strange hair, his penis remained engorged and erect
, simultaneously taking the boy's life and satisfying the girl's lustful desires.
The delicate, fish-egg-like texture of flesh caressed his penis like hundreds of fleeting bubbles.
Like thousands of earthworms of varying sizes coiling together, the fleshy walls formed an independent colony, not merely touching the penis.
The constant sucking and digging, like a cauldron, and the squeezing and licking of the cervix, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, passionately raped the glans.
The deep red glow of the erotic patterns seemed to urge the boy to ejaculate, flickering.
"Ah...ah ah..."
"Hmm...come on, again...you can still do it, hurry up...ah ah...star power, semen,
shoot it all in, feed me...ah, oh oh...ah ah!"
After the number of ejaculations exceeded double digits, the boy's hazy consciousness could no longer keep track.
Blood flowed along with body temperature.
Star power dissipated along with consciousness.
The only remaining sensation was the increasingly urgent squeezing sensation between his thighs,
a sweet, fleshy pleasure that seemed to melt his will into joy, making the boy's resistance even weaker.
The honey hole mutated into a tight, elastic, thick yet tender flesh wall that kept passionately squeezing and rubbing against the swollen
penis.
The next second, the folds of flesh turned into a soft, tender, narrow pit that intimately twisted around the penis.
All these changes made it impossible for the boy to stop ejaculating.
By the twenty-third climax, his semen was tinged with blood and the
stellar energy that held him back.
"More... I want more..."
The last sound the boy heard was Galong's murmur, filled with longing...
The boy turned into a dried-up corpse between her legs.
Casually crushing the pair of leg bones covered by decaying flesh, Galong stood up unsteadily, her cheeks flushed.
"Hehe... umm..."
Galong's smile
was unusually radiant. Before her eyes rose a brilliant azure flame, like a shooting star.
Even though they were thousands of miles apart, she had waited for it.
"Finally here...!"
Galong's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
A mere thousand miles was not enough to affect her senses. Her long
, black hair shimmered with pale emerald starlight, her deep blue battle armor embroidered with azure magic symbols on her khaki, her
four-feathered falcon wings and three sharp eagle claws integrated with her delicate body, all imbued with azure starlight flames.
And then there was that same serene and tranquil face as she remembered, seemingly expressionless.
Bi Xing Dao Niang, Gong Jia Yao.
—She knew that person was watching her from here.
As she wished, her sister finally noticed the star power she had deliberately unleashed.
—Sisters from the same source, how could she not sense it?
"However…"
Three wings, imbued with a blazing light membrane, materialized from Jia Rong's right back.
With a gentle flap, purple flames ignited the ground, and the girl's figure floated a hundred feet into the air, far from the battlefield.
"Now is not the time for us to reunite, sister…"
She anticipated the carnal pleasure she would feel when she slaughtered all her comrades and compatriots.
She anticipated the exhilaration of assisting the demons in eroding human society, crushing countless peace.
She anticipated the pleasure derived from cruelly murdering her beloved sister, twisting her own self.
[Doing bad things = comfort = happiness].
The perversion, forever etched into her soul and body along with the lewd markings, had become a truth in her mind.
Her body became intoxicated with desire, her heart and soul were consumed by dreams, enough to make her disregard
everything beyond her own desires. Her perverse and wicked sins were enough to make Jia Rong sacrifice all humanity, morality, and reason, just
to fill the unbearable carnal craving in her heart.
—The demonic spirit admired her as she succumbed to her transgressions and sins.
Leaving fragments of her existence to mutate her body, the demonic spirit silently watched her repeatedly
commit heinous crimes, finding pleasure in it.
However, this no longer mattered.
She still needed to make more and better preparations for her future 'reunion' with her sister.
The girl looked forward to it from the bottom of her heart.
—Gong Jia Rong's calamity would turn into a scourge.
[fin]

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