The brave man fights the hungry dragon

(Above) The year 578 marked the end of a long and turbulent history of war between nations.
The continuous conflicts had created a severe shortage of men, leading to a decline in productivity and forcing many to cease hostilities.
To allow for recovery, the nations signed the 578 Armistice Treaty, agreeing not to wage war within its stipulated timeframe, along with other related clauses.
After the war, bards became very active, and various wartime legends emerged.
However, the most famous of these was the story of a bard who defeated a dragon with a single flute.
Such an incredibly powerful figure vanished without a trace after the war.
All that was known was that the poet appeared briefly and then disappeared without a trace.
The veracity of the legend is uncertain; some say it was merely a fabrication by the poets, while others claim it is true, stating that a dragon in a certain region never returned.
But the truth remains a subject of much debate, perhaps only known to those involved.
This is a story recounting the true events of that time, allowing everyone to uncover the secrets within… On a new morning, Woji, trying to avoid conscription, was saying goodbye to his soon-to-be-separated girlfriend.
“Rita, I won’t forget you after I’m gone.
Fate is uncertain, but we’ll meet again… I’m going to wander the world as a bard.” The woman in Woji’s arms hugged him tightly. “I know you have a better chance of survival if you leave here and become a bard.
But your poetry is too beautiful; I fear that your devotion will still lead to your death. You should forget me.” Woji asked in shock, “It’s precisely because my poetry is beautiful that I can be a good bard!
My dear, of all the waters in the world, I only drink from one; isn’t it good that I only love you? Why should I forget you?” The woman’s eyes were filled with deep sorrow. “Those who sing well often die; I fear that your devotion will cause you to perish. You should forget me, and I will forget you too.” “Rita, but…” “No buts.” The woman pulled away from Woji’s embrace. “The caravan is about to depart; you should hurry, or you won’t be able to leave.” The other members of the caravan also quickly pulled Woji away.
The kingdom's conscription force was approaching, and if they didn't set off soon, even the caravan would be implicated.
Woji then spent three whole years as a wandering bard.
His days traveling with the caravan gradually made him a renowned bard, but his good fortune didn't last. Woji's caravan was captured by a border kingdom.
The reason was that a dragon was causing chaos in the kingdom, and they were short of soldiers, so they were forcing the caravan members to fight the dragon.
Woji was lucky; the caravan leader and everyone else protected him, willing to exchange the loyalty of all the men in the caravan for Woji's freedom.
Woji felt it was unfair that only he could be exonerated, especially since the others were not strong enough.
However, the others, arguing that bards were incapable of fighting, forcibly sent Woji across the border.
Feeling utterly useless, Woji went to the church in the border town to confess his incompetence to the gods.
“God!” Woj knelt devoutly before the cross, pouring out his heart's suffering. “The constant war forced me to leave my homeland.
Now, because of the appearance of dragons, my friends are also forced to participate in wars they dislike.
What should I do to end all this? God! Please guide me!” Seeing Woj's distress, the priest asked, “Young man, God's glory is everywhere. What troubles you?” Woj told the priest everything and asked, “Father, didn't you say God's glory is everywhere? Then why is there so much suffering now?” The priest shook his head and sighed. “Young man, you don't understand.” The priest looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and continued, “God also has his own affairs to attend to. Occasionally, he goes to other places to do things.
Recently, other gods came to our world seeking help, but our great God went to help them and didn't have time!” “Ah!” The priest suddenly turned around, his eyes scanning him up and down.
After a long silence, the priest spoke, "You say you're a fine bard, right? Seeing your handsome appearance, extraordinary features, and robust physique, I've decided to guide you on a method to slay the dragon." Woji quickly asked, "Father, what is it?" "A sacrifice!" the priest replied solemnly. "Our great god may be busy, but that doesn't mean other gods are.
In the forest south of this town, a powerful heretical deity is on vacation.
If you offer your poetry as a sacrifice, pleasing and satisfying the heretical deity, perhaps he will agree to slay the dragon." The priest asked Woji, "But you might very well lose your life and never return.
Even so, will you still go?" Woji firmly replied, "My mind is made up, and I will never regret it.
Father, thank you for guiding me; I'll set off now!" "Young man, wait!" the priest called to Woji, taking out a beautifully crafted flute and handing it to him.
"In my youth, I was a skilled bard.
When I adventured with my companions, it was this very instrument that saved us from danger and helped us overcome difficulties.
Seeing that you need it, I'll give it to you for free." Woji took the flute from the priest, only to find the priest had already teleported behind the church door, holding Woji's money pouch, waving goodbye.
Then, while Woji was still stunned, the priest quickly closed and locked the door, shutting all the windows and doors.
Now, there was no turning back. Woji resolutely embarked on the forest path to find the heretical god.
After three days of effort, Woji finally found the cave where the heretical god temporarily resided and continuously played his flute in front of it, hoping to attract the god's attention.
However, a day passed without any response. After playing the flute all day, Woji finally collapsed from exhaustion.
In his hazy sleep, Woji felt alternating sensations of cold and warmth, and a persistent feeling of being pressed down on his body.
I drifted in and out of sleep for an unknown amount of time. Woji felt something wet, sticky, and slippery crawling up his lower body, wrapping around his penis from the bottom.
It circled around his head several times, seemingly enjoying crawling there.
Suddenly, Woji felt his penis enveloped in warmth, the base of his penis softly gripped, a sensation as comfortable as a spring breeze.
Woji felt like he was in heaven, though only his waist was in heaven… The wet, sticky, and slippery thing seemed to finally tire of wrapping around his head; its tip twisted at the urethra, penetrating most of its way in, and continued its efforts to penetrate further.
The intense pleasure of its penetration finally jolted Woji awake from his half-awake state. Looking up, he saw a woman of a race he had never seen before, performing oral sex on him intensely.
And his penis was now as big as his forearm! (Note: Forearm refers to the part of the arm below the elbow, roughly the size of a 600ml PET bottle.) The woman of unknown race had a very peculiar appearance.
Her hair was long and black, as lustrous as black pearls and as smooth as milk.
Her skin, however, was like translucent white marble, without the slightest blemish.
Her hands and feet were adorned with gold ornaments.
She was barefoot, with two gold rings on her left foot and a string of gold bells on her right. Several gold rings adorned her wrists, and the ends of her hair were also held up with gold rings.
Her clothing was also very peculiar, made of luxurious fabrics she had never seen before, with wide sleeves and a uniquely designed collar. She
wore two layers of clothing, red on the outside and white on the inside, tied together with a magnificent cloth belt.
Boldly naked, her upper body, except for her breasts which were partially covered, revealed her smooth back and shoulders, slender neck, and two F-cup breasts with cleavage—all completely exposed.
It seemed she wore nothing but two pieces of clothing and a belt.
Upon closer inspection, the woman's appearance was different from the others.
She had delicate features: ruby-like eyes, thin eyebrows, slightly pointed ears, a pert nose, a small mouth, and two white, pointed horns of different lengths on her forehead.
At this moment, the woman's bright red lips were incredibly swallowing and releasing his enormous penis.
Woj felt something constantly penetrating his urethra, scooping out the semen stored in his testicles.
He guessed that the wet, sticky, slippery, and long thing was the woman's tongue.
Strangely, the pleasure that should have made Woj ejaculate long ago felt like nothing more than soaking in hot water.
There was stimulation, but it was too weak, not enough.
Woj was now confident enough to believe that if the woman hadn't been using her tongue to lick him, he wouldn't have ejaculated a single drop.
Calming down, Woj discovered his clothes were gone, and the flute was nowhere to be found, but there was a small scroll of paper in his right palm.
Before the woman noticed he was awake, Woj secretly unfolded the scroll to see what was written.
The scroll contained only a message from the priest: "
This flute has miraculous effects. It can merge into your body, elevating your masculinity and abilities to a divine level.
It is a supreme artifact for rescuing sexual frustration and overcoming sexual difficulties."
Rescuing sexual frustration! Overcoming sexual difficulties! What kind of artifact is this?! Where did that priest get this flute when he was young? It's like the Demon King's villa! But thankfully, he had the power of this magical flute; otherwise, Woj might have already been drained dry by this woman.
(Below) Zhao Ritian said seductively, "As long as you can satisfy me and make me experience bliss,
whatever your request, I can find a way to fulfill your wish." Woji was overjoyed, "I swear on the name of my supreme artifact, the 'Heavenly Music Flute,' that I will make you experience ecstasy and reach the highest heaven of bliss." The woman realized Woji had woken up, but instead of stopping, she moved even more intensely, shaking her head and sucking wildly.
"Oh...oh...ah...wait...wait a minute, stop, stop...oh oh oh oh..." Although Woji wanted to stop the woman's actions, the woman looked at him seductively, pushed him away with both hands, and used her snow-white breasts to clamp Woji's divine root, launching a new round of attacks.
This time, the pleasure came overwhelmingly, even more stimulating than the previous oral assault.
Woji felt as if his southern kingdom was sinking into soft and elastic honey flesh, a feeling he had never experienced before.
This feeling was worlds apart from anything he'd experienced before. The skin of women he'd known before was never this delicate; it felt like the difference between soil and water, incredibly smooth.
It was more like being enveloped than clamped. The
magnificent breasts of the woman, so much more impressive than Woji's somewhat frail body, were swallowed by the deep valley between the honeyed orbs.
Covered in saliva, the entire shaft slid gurgling within the valley.
The woman's delicate face pressed against her enormous breasts, her hips twisting lewdly as she pressed her chest down, her small mouth still tightly gripping the exposed part, her face displaying a wanton expression as she gazed at Woji.
"Ah…oh…ah…I…I can't hold back anymore, oh oh oh────!" Stimulated by both sight and touch, Woji finally succumbed to the accumulated pleasure, his dam of reason breaking, and he gushed forth white fluid.
Perhaps influenced by the flute, even the quality of his ejaculation was astonishing.
Normally a few cc, this amount was now far too much for the woman to swallow.
Although she kept swallowing, the pure white liquid still overflowed from the gap between their lips.
Actually, "overflowed" wasn't quite right; it was more like "squeezed out."
The liquid, which used to be like milk, was now thick like cream and glue, pooling in the small hollow between their two mounds of flesh.
Watching the woman lower her head, cupping her breasts, and licking up all the leaked semen, the lewd way she licked it made Woji's erection, which was about to droop, swell again, almost reaching his chest, its surface faintly gleaming with a purplish-black metallic sheen.
Woji believed that even if he were to clash this fleshy spear with the greatsword, it would be the greatsword that broke, not this divine spear.
Having finally escaped the woman's clutches, Woji hurriedly searched for his clothes to cover himself. Unfortunately
, not only were his pants gone, but his clothes were nowhere to be found either. The only thing around them that could cover them was the two thin garments the woman was wearing.
Left with no other choice, Woji could only try to cover himself with his hands.
What else could he do but take off the woman's clothes to cover himself? He was afraid that trying to cover himself would turn into offering himself up.
Woji could only secretly resent that his mother's hands were too small to cover up the mutated Nanbang Kingdom.
"Um... excuse me, miss, who are you? Where are my clothes?" Seeing that the woman seemed to have finished enjoying herself, Woji asked cautiously.
"Your life essence is quite rich, I like it very much, give me some more." The woman ignored Woji's question and moved closer to her penis again.
Seeing that the woman wanted to do it again, Woji quickly stopped her, "Wait! If you can answer my question first, I will accompany you to your heart's content." The woman was quite displeased that Woji had stopped her, and she exuded a sense of pressure. The charming expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a cold and stern face.
"You lowly creature! To serve me is your greatest honor, yet you dare refuse the glory I bestow upon you! Fine! You impudent creature, there's nothing left for you to keep. I'll send you back to the embrace of your underworld god!" Seeing the woman's palm strike coming, Woji, in his desperation, had nothing else to use but his gun to block.
Where did this gun come from? The divine spear between his legs! With a "clang!" Woji was completely unharmed, while the woman stared straight at the palm that had struck the fleshy spear, her face filled with disbelief.
"Impossible, my palm strike could split a mountain, yet this Moro is completely undamaged." A blush rose on the woman's face as she stroked Woji's fleshy spear with a touch of fascination. "I've never seen anything so powerful anywhere else. It's a pity it's destroyed..." "Um..." Woji asked timidly, "Do you know of a deity from another world nearby?" "Why would a lowly person like you ask such a question?" Although the blush on the woman's face remained, she looked at Woji with the sharp eyes of an eagle.
Woji mustered his courage and answered, "Um... actually, I have something I want to ask that great god for help. Because with my insignificant power, I can't defeat the dragon, so I want to ask that great god to help us get rid of it." "Pfft! Hehehehe... You want to ask a god from another world to help you get rid of the dragon? That's the most interesting thing I've ever heard. You don't ask the god of your own world, but instead ask me, a god from another world, hahahaha..." "Are you that great god?" Woji quickly knelt down on both knees, sincerely pleading with the otherworldly god before him, "I heard from the town priest that the great god of our world went to help, and there was no way to solve the suffering in the world."
"We can only seek out you, the great god of another world, and beg you to use your divine power to help us." The otherworldly god chuckled disdainfully, "Ha, that's even more ridiculous. I am the great god of the Eastern world, the Sun Goddess Tianmei. You are not my subjects, what obligation do I have to help you?" "Please don't say that. I came here with considerable resolve. As long as you are willing to grant my wish, I...I...I...Um...Great Goddess Tianmei, please look at my face when you hear me speak, okay?" Woji noticed halfway through his sentence that Sun Goddess Tianmei's gaze was fixed on his large penis. She turned her head left when the shaft moved left, and right when it moved right, completely ignoring what he was saying.
Sun Goddess Tianmei was brought back from her infatuation by Woji. "Ah, ah, what did you just say? Say it again." Woji took a breath and boldly stated his request, "As long as the Great Goddess of the Sun can remove that dragon, I will 'do' anything!" "Finally, he deliberately arched his back a few times, making his divine spear tremble uncontrollably.
Those deliberate arches made Terumitsu's heart pound like the trembling spearhead.
Especially Moji's words, 'Do it! Anything is 'okay'! It felt like a stab to her vulva, making her wetness flow endlessly.
'Alright,' Terumitsu said to Moji, 'My people are all inherently deficient, lacking sufficiently brave men to satisfy me, which is why I came here to relax.
I never imagined I'd find one here today. Well then…' Terumitsu said seductively, 'As long as you can satisfy me and let me experience bliss,
whatever your request, I can find a way to fulfill your wish.' 'I understand.' Moji stood up, arching his back high, raising his spear and swearing, 'Today I will certainly give my all, striving to ensure the Great God dies without regret!'" "Next, Woji, with a fierce tiger pouncing on a sheep, lifted her clothes and plucked her breasts, engaging in a three-hundred-round battle with Zhao Ri Tianmei, thrusting into her until she screamed 'Brother!' and dared not do it again, until she lost her senses, her eyes rolled back, and she reached a state of ecstasy.
Because the content of the battle is tens of thousands of words long and takes up a lot of space, it will be briefly mentioned here.
Afterwards, Zhao Ri Tianmei looked like a little woman who had been gang-raped by thousands of burly men, her whole body as if she had been fished out of a creamy paste, her belly swollen, her vagina wide open, covered in white paste, her eyes still flashing with big hearts, completely unconscious.
When Zhao Ri Tianmei woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Zhao Ri Tianmei stretched and yawned, 'Hmm~ I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time, my skin is so radiant.' The traces of yesterday had disappeared completely, without a trace of her charm left behind, making Woji wonder if she was a member of the sperm-sucking demon clan.
Despite his thoughts, Woji still asked, 'Great Zhao Ri God, I have fulfilled my promise, now may you grant my wish?' 'No problem.'" “‘This isn’t my world,’ said Terumi Daito. ‘I can’t know everything. You have to show me the dragon’s location.’ Woji thought for a moment and replied, ‘Please take me to the town first, and I can find out where the dragon is.’ Terumi Daito carried Woji on a cloud, and they arrived at the town where Woji had obtained the flute.
After buying new clothes and changing, Woji wanted to go to the church again to ask the priest about the flute inside his body.
Strangely, the church had vanished without a trace, replaced by a small, dilapidated wooden shop. Terumi
Daito pointed to the shop and asked, ‘Is this the church you were talking about? It’s so run-down. It seems you people treat your god very badly.
No wonder he went to help others and ignored your war.’ Woji hurriedly protested, ‘It’s not this one. The church I was talking about was magnificent, thousands of times better than this! But I don’t know why, now there’s only a small wooden shop here.’ ‘Let’s go in and ask.’” "Zhao Ritianmei pulled Woji into the small wooden hut that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
The hut was dark and gloomy. When they opened the door, they saw an old man, thin and frail, who looked like he was about to die, sitting behind the counter, sleeping.
"Old man, old man, wake up.
I want to ask you a few questions." Woji went over and shook the sleeping old man.
"There's nothing good to sell here, don't disturb my dream... Waaaaah... my little dog..." The old man ignored Woji and rolled over to continue sleeping.
Woji said regretfully to Zhao Ritianmei, "I wanted to ask about the church, but I can't find the priest who sold me the flute. Let's go." "Flute!" The old man jumped up as if he had been resurrected, grabbed Woji's clothes and asked, "Is the flute you're talking about about this long, with lots of jewels on it, looking like this?" The old man pulled out a notebook, and on one page was a picture of the flute.
Woji looked curiously at the description below, which read: Name: The Flute of the Lustful Emperor; Note: A magical flute created by the famous otherworldly alchemist "al," imitating a demon god's artifact. It is made of several precious materials. By smearing one's saliva on the flute, one can integrate it into their body, gaining the world's most powerful penis, invincible in bed, unless encountering "al" himself.
This flute also has two sister creations: the Flute of Dreams and the Flute of Nightmares.
The next two pages also contain pictures and detailed descriptions of the other two sister creations.
Woji scratched his head sheepishly and replied, "It's definitely this one, but I've already used it inside me." The old man's spirited demeanor vanished instantly after hearing Woji's explanation, like a dog that had died hundreds of times.
Zhao Ritianmei curiously picked up the book and flipped through it, saying, "I have these two flutes at the back. It seems my people bought them from a man with dozens of beautiful female dogs, and then presented them to me as tribute. I've kept them." Before Zhao Ritianmei could finish speaking, Woji suddenly felt two bolts of lightning shoot from the old man's eyes, illuminating every cockroach and rat in the hut.
"Hehehehe... I wonder what the guest needs? Whatever you want, this old man guarantees he can get it for you." “I’m a god, what do I lack? What do I need?” The old man whispered a few words in Terumi’s ear, then secretly took out a large box and handed it to her. She beamed and took a long, narrow box from her sleeve, giving it to the old man. A
clinking sound rang out from inside the house. The old man, holding what he wanted, turned to the man and the god and said, “Old man, I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I won’t entertain you any longer. Please take care.” He then skipped away to the back,
humming as he skipped, “Lolita~ Lolita~ Love~ Lolita~ Smells like milk.
Lolita… Lolita…” When Woji and the others left the hut and looked back, this time even the hut had vanished, leaving only a flat, empty space.
“Oh my god! Incredible! Is this divine guidance?” Woji said, moved.
“God is there!” "I don't know the way, I need your guidance." Terumi interrupted Woji's daydream.
"Alright, let's go." Terumi grabbed Woji's hand and flew up on the clouds again. "Thank goodness he gave me a map, I know where that dragon is, let's go straight there." The distance of a hundred kilometers was covered in less than a few minutes.
Above the clouds, Woji could see the dark dragon below transforming into human form.
Terumi opened the box the old man had given her. Inside was a huge circular stone seal and a C-shaped metal ring.
"Wait for me, I'll deal with him right away." After saying this, Terumi took the two items and jumped down to the top of the dark dragon's head.
The dark dragon, now in human form, was shamelessly using its dragon spear to rape and ravage the human women it had abducted.
Just as it was enjoying itself, it suddenly sensed something terrifying approaching nearby.
Fang found his spot and looked up to see Zhao Ritianmei wielding a large seal and smashing it down.
"Dragon Sealing Seal!!" Recognizing that it was the supreme seal that restrained all dragons, the Dark Dragon disregarded the woman he was enjoying beneath him and quickly drew his spear and rolled to the ground, hoping not to be hit by the seal, otherwise he would lose all his powers.

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