【The Vanished Demon King】(5-6)

Chapters 5 & 6: Groans in the Studio (Parts 2 & 3)

Foreword: Oh my god, this H-scene actually took five chapters! Writing it all the way through would probably be a disaster, so…

…(I'll never write anything this long again!)

Ren Ping's studio is actually divided into two rooms. One is on the second floor, used for making basic tools
as a cover , while the real studio is underground.

The original basement wasn't very large, only about 40 square meters, but Ren Ping spent nearly a month
purchasing earth, fire, and metal magic scrolls to expand it several times over, and then
added .

Now, the basement has become Ren Ping's regular haunt during his school days, with many of the materials and
finished products sourced from the black market.

Since the Demon King was defeated and the demons sealed off the world, people thought the continent would usher in a peaceful and prosperous era. However, a complete day only comes after the alternation of
day and night; in this magnificent and colorful world, darkness has never truly left.

Friction and war between small towns, vicious competition between large cities, the rampant slave trade,
the hostility of foreign races, the expansion of cults…

such news abounds on the StarNet.

Beneath this seemingly dazzling and glorious light, malice lurks in the darkness, surging and turbulent.

However, the most wicked man in history, the former Demon King, simply watches the show, doing as he pleases.

At this moment, he lies on his workbench in the basement, lost in thought.

In recent years, with the restoration of his power, his desires have inexplicably increased. Chunxiang and the Headmistress are merely
victims of his inner desires.

Or perhaps not victims, he tries to convince himself.

One is both a guard and a maid, perfectly natural; the other dares to intrude on his territory, she can only accept her misfortune.

It's worth mentioning that his desires sometimes indeed arise inexplicably, like
a flash . Moreover, some doubts in his heart have remained unresolved for many years.

In the years immediately following his mother's adoption, his memories are always hazy;
what exactly happened then?

His mother had mentioned that he was found in a wasteland, but when he was teleported away from the Demon King's Palace,
the last image in his mind was of him drifting in the void. What happened during that time?

When his memories finally returned, Ren Ping was already five years old.

According to the records in Rain City, his mother should have arrived in Rain City when he was three years old, and became
the city lord of Rain City the following year. As for the stories before she came to Rain City, his mother only mentioned a few interesting anecdotes occasionally.

For example, the black shop in Kesi City's buns didn't have meat filling, there wasn't a single rabbit in Rabbit City, and there was a
cute ghost in Ghost City...

Although these stories were interesting, he laughed them off at the time, but upon closer reflection, he realized something strange:
none of these anecdotes mentioned his existence at all, as if he were just an observer.

Where was he back then?

Finding these past memories had become one of his interests over the years.

A series of light footsteps pulled Ren Ping back to reality. He sat up from his workbench, watching in astonishment as
two beautiful women, one tall and one short, one black and one white, walked in through the door, entangled together. Of course, in reality, it was just that the headmistress was
being held tightly by Chunxiang, preventing her from escaping.

Looking at this vibrant scene, Ren Ping was puzzled. What had Chunxiang done to make the headmistress
look so aroused, dressed in such a seductive maid outfit?

Could the headmistress be a lesbian?! No wonder

she's been single all these years… But she's also his mother's best friend of many years, and his mother still doesn't have a real boyfriend,
could it be… cough cough…

Ren Ping banished his unhealthy thoughts and observed the newly transformed Chunxiang and the headmistress before him.

Chunxiang was white, Monica was black.

The two identical outfits, but in opposite colors, complemented each other perfectly.

They wore slender high heels matching their outfits, their fair thighs
tightly . Around their waists were only cute, puffy skirts made of sheer mesh, divided into two pieces
that barely concealed their thighs. Below, they wore even more alluring lace bodysuits, the
lace pulled high to their shoulders, with a small bow as decoration at the top.

However, Ren Ping, with his keen eyes, noticed a tempting glimpse of pink
peeking out , especially Monica's, where even transparent, glistening liquid shimmered.

As for their upper bodies, they wore double-layered lace bras, the pleats gathered in the center to form a bow
, while the maid hair clips on their heads seemed to signify their inferior status. The
delicate added to their decadent air.

The extensive exposure and partial covering of key areas made the outfits incredibly alluring, yet their inherent qualities
contradicted the colors they wore.

Pure white represented Chunxiang's alluring charm, while sexy black represented Monica's still-pure nature.

Ren Ping seemed to understand Chunxiang's little scheme.

This was revenge for being deceived before.

Although Chunxiang could be a bit silly at times, she also had her moments of weakness…

The ointment was effective, but it wasn't a pure aphrodisiac, so Monica was still conscious, only
her body was burning hot and her lower body was contracting and leaking fluids.

Upon seeing Ren Ping again, her heart tightened instantly, and the surging desire within her almost burst forth,
wanting to cling to this strange little man before her.

She and Qi Yufei had been best friends for many years, so naturally, she had also known Ren Ping for years. However, back when
Ren Ping was just a little kid, he seemed quite eccentric. Although he was cute, every time she tried to hug him in front of Qi Yufei
, he would give her a look of disgust.

As he grew older, he became less adorable. His once round face gradually developed sharper features, and his eyes and demeanor became more
profound. Although he usually appeared lazy, he would occasionally reveal a captivating
melancholy —so young, yet it was impossible to know what he was so melancholic about.

Now, she had discovered another side of Ren Ping—evil and lecherous!

Monica was filled with hesitation. Was she really going to be violated by this little rascal?

However, Chunxiang had already pulled her towards Renping, excitedly explaining to him the preparations she had made for
the headmaster .

Renping chuckled inwardly; the headmaster had certainly been thoroughly toyed with by Chunxiang, but this meant some
things would likely have to be postponed.

He turned his gaze to Monica, and with a gasp from her, grabbed her arm and pulled her
into his embrace.

"Trembling with anticipation?" Feeling the slight trembling of the body in his arms, Renping deliberately misinterpreted Monica's
body language. Her face,

already flushed with an indistinguishable mix of lust and shyness, turned her head away, avoiding the masculine presence
so close to , struggling weakly.

Monica knew, of course, that in her current state of weakness, she couldn't possibly break free from this little rascal's body, but
not resisting would be too strange, as if she were deliberately seducing him.

"I can't let this little rascal get away with it so easily..." Monica gritted her teeth inwardly.

But her gritted teeth quickly vanished, because this little rascal dared to slip his hand
inside her panties, rubbing it up and down.

"Ah..." Monica's thighs instinctively snapped together, clamping down on the mischievous hand.

Ren Ping didn't move, savoring the softness and smoothness in his hand, and teased her in her ear,
"Are you already that excited?"

No, it's all Chunxiang's fault! She tried to suppress the sudden surge of pleasure, feeling indignant.

Once Monica's trembling subsided, Ren Ping asked politely, "So, after getting used to it for so long
, now, will Headmaster spread her legs on her own, or do you need Chunxiang's help?"

Chunxiang immediately walked to Monica's side, looking eager and ready to
obey her master's orders at any moment, forcefully spreading Monica's thighs apart.

This was truly a difficult decision; asking her to spread her thighs on her own was absolutely impossible! But if Chunxiang were to come
, considering what Chunxiang had done in the bathroom earlier, Monica felt that this choice might be even more terrifying.

That little rascal did it on purpose; here, she had no choice at all.

So, the headmaster wisely chose to ignore Ren Ping's words.

"Tsk..." His evil intentions exposed, Ren Ping curled his lip, remained silent for a few seconds, and then cut to the chase:
"So, headmaster, are you ready?"

In an instant, the air in the room seemed to be sucked out, and her body suddenly stopped trembling. Monica
felt a suffocating sensation, stemming from Ren Ping's words, and even more so from the future she was about to face.

"You..." Monica's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

As if sensing the unease in the woman's arms, Ren Ping brought his lips close to Monica's ear and whispered, "
Everything is destined..."

"From the first moment the Headmaster met me, it was destined that you would become my lovely slave..."

"Hasn't the Headmaster always been hoping that someone could shatter your proud mask and pin you down
?"

Hearing Ren Ping's nonsense, Monica finally couldn't hold back and said fiercely, "Who would expect such a
thing ?"

Ren Ping chuckled and gently pulled down the straps of Monica's underwear on her shoulders with his left hand.

Monica's shoulders trembled slightly, and then she continued angrily as if she hadn't noticed, "I
will not become your slave, go find your Chunxiang."

Chunxiang, who was standing silently to the side, smiled playfully and quietly took a few steps back.

"But the Headmaster has already willingly put on the collar that represents a slave." Ren Ping skillfully untied
the knot at the back of Monica's bra, slowly pulled the bra out, and threw it on the workbench behind him.

Suppressing the instinct to bow her head, Monica raised her head, looked at the ceiling, and retorted in a low voice, "
You forced it on me."

"But it fits perfectly, doesn't it?" Ren Ping slowly withdrew his right hand from Monica's
panties
. Her thighs had relaxed somehow, and Ren Ping gently patted them a few times with his damp palm.

"It doesn't fit at all! I can't undo it..." Monica complained, still looking up.

"That's terrible. It seems Headmaster will have to be my slave..." Ren Ping comforted her with a sigh
, pulling down the edge of Monica's panties. The already precarious panties
slid down her slightly parted thighs, revealing her pink and moist vulva.

"Impossible..." Monica shook her head, seemingly unaware that she was completely naked except for
the black stockings .

"Why?" Ren Ping countered, casually unbuttoning his own pants.

"..." Monica was speechless for a few seconds, then suddenly said in shame and anger, "Why do I have to be your slave?!" "

Then, pet, toy, or sex toy, you choose?" Slowly pressing Monica's upper body onto
the workbench , Ren Ping stood behind her, one hand on her waist, and chuckled strangely.

The hot, delicate body touched the cold workbench, a chill slowly seeping into Monica's skin. She lay on
this cold, lifeless object, her head turned to the side, feeling the coldness on her cheek, her eyes tightly closed,
her eyelashes trembling.

She didn't respond to Ren Ping's words, because a pillar several times hotter than her body was
rubbing against her vulva.

She took a deep breath, waiting silently.

However, Ren Ping suddenly seemed to become talkative, recalling, "Speaking of which, I've known the headmaster for almost 10
years now..."

Monica ignored him.

Ren Ping moved his waist slightly, his large glans slowly widening Monica's originally narrow entrance. He felt
the tightness and continued, "Actually, if Headmaster doesn't want to continue, you can say so, and I'll understand
."

Monica held her breath, tense from the intrusion and the widening of her opening. The tingling sensation at the tip of her opening was transforming
into a tingling pleasure. She bit her lip, remaining silent.

"Since Headmaster hasn't objected, has she finally decided to become a slave? Chunxiang will be
very happy." Ren Ping held Monica's waist, slowly pushing forward in this muddy, tight flower path, until...
At the top, it touched a fragile barrier, firmly protecting the deepest stamen.

Monica couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The waves of pleasure, advancing layer by layer, were like an unstoppable chariot, breaking through layers of solid defenses,
reaching the very depths of Monica's heart. This was a completely new feeling she had never experienced before, unlike
the gentle, easy pleasure of her previous secret masturbations. Instead, it was like the tension, excitement, palpitations, and even fear of her first encounter, but
far intense.

She was indeed afraid, terrified, even though she tried her best to appear nonchalant.

"Is Headmaster afraid?" Ren Ping seemed to sense her unease. He spoke softly
, snapping his fingers lightly.

Instantly, the surroundings changed.

The workbench became a pristine white bed, surrounded by bright red petals. The walls disappeared, transforming into
a deep blue ocean, and the floor became a beach, covered in fine white sand.

"A special souvenir only for first-timers and acquaintances!"

Monica couldn't see, but as Ren Ping uttered these words, his eyes were filled with memories,
fragmented images flashing through his pupils.

Anyone in such an environment would feel a sense of liberation.

Monica opened her eyes, gazing at the strange scene around her. Her stiff body gradually softened, even though she
knew it was all an illusion. She felt no softness in her chest, still pressed against the cold
, hard workbench.

This was probably enough, Monica thought, gazing at the rippling seawater, her heart gradually calming.

Ren Ping blinked, dispelling the illusion in his pupils. He looked down at Monica's fair back, his hands
grasping her soft waist, thrusting his hips forward.

Monica's vagina began to contract and pulsate rapidly, a glistening fluid being squeezed out and
sliding down .

Finally, with a barely audible cracking sound and a suppressed, muffled groan of pain, Ren Ping's penis
successfully broke through the barrier and entered deeper into Monica's body, where it grew even hotter,
narrower , and softer.

Perhaps due to the ointment, after the initial pain, Monica was met with a surge of pleasure,
especially as the burning penis slowly opened her vaginal canal and filled her little hole. The
continuous , undulating pleasure quickly suppressed the pain.

And when the glans of the penis first kissed her clitoris, and her little hole was completely filled by the penis, the
pleasure that had been suppressed for several tens of minutes quickly reached its peak, then transformed into a sticky fluid from deep within her little hole,
spraying onto Ren Ping's sensitive glans.

The sudden tightening of Monica's flesh pleased Ren Ping greatly. He gently patted Monica's shapely buttocks and began to
slowly thrust his penis in and out, asking, "What are your thoughts, Principal?"

Monica tried to suppress her panting. She felt an indescribable humiliation and shame,
as well as a complex mix of emotions—the joy and contradiction of finally becoming a 'real' woman. These conflicting feelings tangled together,
leaving her mind a jumbled mess.

Not getting an interesting response, Ren Ping persisted, saying, "I've heard women are made of water
, but it seems Principal has an inexhaustible supply of water in her body."

He deliberately thrust his penis quickly, squeezing out air and vaginal fluid, producing a shameful "plop
" sound.

This time, Ren Ping finally received a response, but it was from Monica's body.

Her vagina contracted with shame, as if trying to suck in his penis, and her buttocks
swayed gently with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"The principal's body is much more honest than her mouth," Ren Ping remarked, pressing down on Monica's arched back, which was gradually rising due to
pleasure .

"You...you little rascal, no...don't say anymore..." Monica's face was flushed with shame, her red lips
trembling , her breath quivering.

Ren Ping withdrew his blood-streaked penis, turned Monica over, and placed her on the workbench,
facing him. Then, he grasped her legs, which were tightly wrapped in black stockings, and slowly spread them apart. He

thrust his hips forward and penetrated her again.

"Then, please show an even cuter expression, Principal?" Ren Ping smiled, looking at Monica's
moist .

"Ugh...don't look at me—!" Monica covered her face with her hands, blocking Ren Ping's gaze
, and let out a shameful gasp.

But the sounds of thrusting and her uncontrollable moans constantly echoed in her
ears . She knew perfectly well how shameful and wanton she looked.

Gradually, she seemed to touch that paradise in the clouds again, and Ren Ping intentionally increased
the speed of his thrusts.

The clear, lustful fluid was crushed into fine white foam. Monica's body suddenly tensed, her toes curled, her red lips
parted slightly , and she let out a series of short, melodious, and high-pitched cries like a nightingale.

Then, the tide surged in, and Monica's mind went blank for a moment.

...

"Master... Chunxiang..." A trembling voice from the side attracted Ren Ping's attention. He turned his head and saw
Chunxiang pulling down her panties. Strands of crystal-clear nectar dripped from her pink mound, still connected,
and the constantly opening and closing moist vulva seemed to be both a temptation and an invitation.

A moment later, Monica's eyes widened as she looked at Chunxiang, who was cradling her head, leaning against her, and
trying to lick her lips with her pink tongue.

She was on the verge of tears. Her teeth were clenched, and she resisted weakly.

Behind them, Ren Ping held his penis, rubbing it up and down between their intertwined orifices.

"Principal, you're a very unfit slave. Calling your master 'master' is the most basic thing, and
offering your master a sweet kiss is also basic etiquette."

"Let Chunxiang, as your senior, teach you little by little, slowly..."

Chunxiang stared into Monica's eyes, her expression very serious, as if she really intended to train her into a perfect slave.

"This Chunxiang is so scary." Monica looked away, her heart pounding with apprehension.

Ren Ping aimed at the opening, thrusting his hips, penetrating fully, and slowly pumping.

"So, the first lesson... umm—!" Haruka's eyes suddenly became chaotic, but she still
added breathlessly, "Please, Headmaster, take the initiative to stick out your tongue, umm-ha," and kiss Haruka.

How could Monica possibly do such a shameful act? At this moment, Ren Ping withdrew his penis and
slowly inserted it into her lower orifice.

Feeling the penis invading her body again, Monica's cheeks flushed red, and she let out a low breath.

"Headmaster is indeed unqualified." Haruka licked Monica's lips and whispered in a cute voice
, "In that case, Haruka will have to ask Master to violate Headmaster's chrysanthemum, after all, Headmaster's
chrysanthemum should be thirsty and unbearable, right?"

Monica's body stiffened instantly, and her pink chrysanthemum also contracted nervously.

With his penis gripped and sucked, Ren Ping let out a satisfied breath, kneading Chunxiang's buttocks as if as a reward. Then
he inserted his penis back into her vagina, thrusting in and out several times before withdrawing and re-inserting into Monica's body, alternating
repeatedly . Meanwhile, melodious moans, sometimes deep, sometimes crisp, rose and fell, like a joyful symphony.

The intermittent pleasure made Monica's breathing extremely unstable, and her thoughts were in complete disarray. Chunxiang's
threatening weighed heavily on her heart like a mountain.

If it were just Chunxiang…

Monica licked her dry red lips, finding it hard to convince herself otherwise.

Events often require unexpected twists to propel them forward. Now, during Ren Ping's alternating insertions, he "accidentally"
touched Monica's anus, though only shallowly. Then, as if noticing, Ren Ping inserted his
penis back into her vagina.

However, the last straw had already been secretly dropped.

Monica's eyes flickered. She took a deep breath, her red lips trembling as she slowly parted, cautiously revealing
a cute pink tongue.

Chunxiang, who had initially thought Monica would hold out a little longer, suddenly brightened and kissed her without hesitation,
greedily savoring Monica's sweet saliva.

Monica closed her eyes in shame. Her mouth was being wantonly plundered by Chunxiang, her vagina being wantonly violated by Ren Ping.
It all felt like a dream. When would this nightmare end?

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