【The Sexual Teacher】(21) 【Author: rescueme】

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********** ... It's embarrassing to admit, but because my penis was burned away by the karmic fire of an evil spirit, my urethra is now pressed against my pubic bone, so I have to pee sitting down. Ugh, that stinky Zhang Xiaoci, she ignored me when I greeted her! I'll definitely use this rock-hard morning erection to shove it into her vagina and then have sex and a good time! Damn it, even when I forcefully press down on my penis, the glans inevitably touches the toilet seat. Dirty, that's the worst thing about morning erections. But as the urine flows out, my penis gets softer and softer… Wait! Three little penises!? Isn't Lin Bei only a ghost penis that appears when erect? What is this familiar yet unfamiliar organ in front of me!? Damn, this is even more surprising than waking up this morning and finding out I've turned into AV actress Kanno Shizuka! After it finished urinating, I rushed to Zhang Xiaoci's sleeping side. Although we had already consummated our marriage , I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Usually, I would politely let her or my two younger sisters sleep on the bed when it was their turn, while I and the silly dog would sleep on the other side. Having just seen Xiao Xiaohao, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, my first thought was naturally to consult the knowledgeable Xiaoci to see what was going on. "Zhang Xiaoci, let me tell you, I..." I rudely pulled off the quilt on my bed, only to find that the figure on the bed was not Zhang Xiaoci's petite figure, but rather a height of nearly 170 centimeters. I had initially thought it was Zhang Xiaozhen, but the hair length was also different. "What three hours?" the girl in the quilt murmured in complaint. When I came to my senses, I realized that the girl in the quilt was not one of the three Zhang sisters. Just as I was about to exclaim in surprise, a strange yet familiar . "Wanwan?" Only when her bright and beautiful features came into view did I realize with a start that the girl in front of me was my girlfriend, Wanwan, with whom I'd been dating for two years. Wake up, Tang Qihao, you don't have a girlfriend. No, wait, I do have a girlfriend. I can even recall Wanwan's birthdate . But why do I have such vivid memories of the three Zhang sisters? It feels like I only parted ways with them last night. Yes, they said they were going to recharge their "ghost penises" yesterday evening, and then I practically flew to the banks of the Dajia River to fight alongside Xiang Yu and the others, with Mo Yun even sacrificing herself in the process. Wait, my identity is indeed Tang Qihao, a middle school civics teacher. My girlfriend is Wanwan, I don't have any pets, and I certainly don't have a "ghost penis." My penis has always looked like this. "What are you daydreaming about?" When Wanwan opened her eyes and gave me a kiss with her sleepy gaze, I finally snapped out of my reverie. "Do you want black pepper or mushroom flavor?" After getting up, Wanwan turned on the induction cooker in the suite, put the store-bought simple-seasoned teppanyaki on it to heat up, and then hurriedly went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After brushing her teeth, she quickly prepared her teppanyaki. "Black pepper, please." I said my preferred flavor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I looked around. The suite was indeed furnished like that of a young couple living together. There were my and Wanwan's personal belongings, my teaching materials, but no trace of the silly dog or the three spiritual sisters. Wow, so the ghost and the Zhang sisters were just memories from my dream. It felt like several months of experiences were still vivid in my mind. Every exorcism, every moment of intimacy with the three sisters and the female student, all seemed to have really happened . Sigh, the cute silly dog was just a dream too. I really loved that furry kid in my dream . I stared blankly with my chopsticks, feeling lost. Watching Wanwan prepare breakfast for me from behind, I could hardly believe the happiness I felt. Wanwan was 168 cm tall, with delicate features, a D-cup bust, long legs, and a gentle personality—she seemed to combine all the best qualities of three beautiful girls with spiritual abilities. After getting up, besides brushing her teeth, the first thing she did was satisfy my appetite , afraid I would go hungry; her thoughtfulness surpassed even Zhang Xiaoci's. Now she was diligently bending over to flip the noodles on the hot plate while frying an egg. Her beige silk pajamas, clad only in panties, stretched taut, revealing alluring curves. To verify my current impression, while Wanwan was bending over to prepare the noodles, I moved to her front. What came into view was a pair of breasts hanging like bells, without a bra. I adjusted my angle to see her pink nipples. In our second year of living together, Wanwan still valued the finer things in life. Noticing me staring at her breasts, she smiled slightly and asked, "What?" She covered her clothes with her left hand while continuing to make breakfast with her right. "I want some breasts." Having just woken from the transition between reality and a dream, my naturally lustful nature was already at its peak. I quickly immersed myself in this new life that was unimaginable to me just ten minutes ago— my penis was still there, and my girlfriend was a perfect woman, one in a million. "Pervert," Wanwan giggled, but it was clear she didn't mind my teasing. I moved behind her, first embracing her tightly around the waist. Still adjusting to this surreal feeling , to make sure she was truly in my arms, I then carefully kissed her cheek from the side, then her earlobe, her hair, until she turned her lips to me and gave me a gentle kiss. "Hmm...we'll do it later, after we finish the noodles." Wanwan said coquettishly, the "hmm" trailing off at the end , letting me know she wanted it too. I placed my hands on her breasts, my penis, which had gone down from the swelling after urinating, becoming erect again. I swallowed the words "Come on, you bastard!" that almost escaped my lips, lest Wanwan discover how ridiculous my long-held . But what was this inexplicable sense of loss? Actually, I really missed that...

These days of slaying demons and monsters with my erect penis, I have to figure out what's going on.

But only a few seconds after my mind drifted away from Wanwan, she seemed to sense it, reaching out to grasp my proud,
erect penis. The moment her soft, boneless hand touched me, all reason vanished, leaving only pure lust.

I released my hands from her waist, pretending to stop my teasing, but before she could finish cooking the noodles, I could
n't wait to lift the hem of her nightgown, pull down her panties, and
rub my penis between her legs.

Wanwan ignored the burning sensation between her legs, suppressing a laugh as she continued frying the noodles. I held her slender waist,
inhaling her fragrance, no longer doubting whether this life was a dream or reality.

"Can we still fry noodles? I've been praying to Buddha for thousands of years..." Wanwan
sang a funny song while frying noodles, her clear, melodious voice shining through the air, though it was meant to be comical.

Seeing her sometimes sexy and alluring, sometimes playful and cute appearance, I could no longer suppress my impulse. I
reached for her breasts, and in the softness of my hands, I easily found those small, cute,
firm tips. I immediately extended my ring finger, which, according to Rolando, was the least sensitive, and gently rubbed her nipple. The
barely perceptible pressure made her breath quicken.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Wanwan played on a Sith joke, imitating a classic scene with Emi,
and pleaded with a frown.

I could no longer resist the temptation. Forget about breakfast, I quickly adjusted the position of my glans, and
without even using my left hand for assistance, I easily found Wanwan's soft
organ . With her already incredibly wet, I buried half of my glans between Wanwan's soft petals.

But finding the opening was easy; the subsequent entry was what delighted me even more. It turned out that Wanwan's vagina was
incredibly , requiring considerable force to penetrate.
It took a lot of strength to go from half of my glans to completely occupying Wanwan!

Once my entire penis was inserted into Wanwan's tender vagina, the pink folds of her vaginal opening were already engorged and taut,
and the tight junction of my penis and vagina was overflowing with her juices. Wanwan was such a slut!

Just before breakfast was ready, I started eating, but I started eating something else entirely.

I cupped Wanwan's breasts in my hands, my hips thrusting greedily forward until my pubic bone pressed
tightly against her buttocks, unable to move an inch further. Only then did I confirm that Wanwan and I were indeed
perfectly matched, body and soul. Her lower body was born to fit the shape of my penis; we were a
match made in heaven.

After my penis was fully inside Wanwan, I began thrusting. Wanwan groaned softly,
but she didn't stop what she was doing. She endured the pleasure in her groin as she ladled the cooked noodles onto a plate.
Throughout, my hands gripped her large breasts tightly, while my hips moved vigorously, wanting to see how long she could hold out.

"Qihao, you're so mean! Mmm..." she trembled as she ladled the noodles. I, as if challenging myself to see if I could
fuck her until her hands gave out and she spilled the plate, pounded into her hard. My thick penis plunged straight into her core with each thrust, the impact between my thighs and
her buttocks resounding incessantly, the "slap slap slap slap" sounds echoing continuously.

Seeing that she was almost done serving the noodles, but her goal of knocking over the plate was still not achieved, I stopped squeezing her
soft, large breasts and quickly placed my hands on her buttocks and waist. I gripped her slender waist and thrust forcefully,
this time not aiming for depth, but for speed. I kept my glans about five centimeters inside
her , and then thrust at a high speed of more than ten times per second.

I watched my purplish-red glans constantly outlining the folds of Wanwan's vagina from the point of our genitals,
contrasting with her reserved yet clean and pure anus. The visual enjoyment was like heaven. After my high-speed thrusting,
Wanwan, although she managed to suppress the pleasure that made her whole body go limp, finished serving the noodles, but began to moan exaggeratedly.

"Xiao Hao! Mmm, oh..." She seemed to have just reached her first orgasm, and the sounds she made were like panting
breaths .

Seeing the flush on her body from the orgasm, I pulled out my penis and couldn't help but bend down and gently bite her firm
yet soft buttocks.

"My turn, please?" Oh no! The moment I pulled my penis out of Wanwan's vagina, her eyes lit up with a
cunning , mischievous glint. She pushed me down onto the bed, straddled me, and expertly guided my penis
back into her still-unsatisfied vagina.

This time, I didn't have to exert much effort. Wanwan straddled me, keeping only
the tip of my penis inside her. She lifted her hips and lowered them, each time slamming her vaginal opening against my
groin, leaving my thighs red and swollen, as if she wasn't afraid of damaging her clitoris. Although the force of her thrusts
quickly made my thighs sting, the contrast of my penis being inside her warm, moist body
amplified the intense pleasure.

I gently supported her buttocks with my hands so she wouldn't have to exert too much effort. "Take your hands off me, I want to
do it ." Damn it, but I can't stand having you ride me like this! Wanwan had only been riding me like that for less than a minute when I
immediately felt the urge to ejaculate and tried to adjust myself, but the contrast between her swaying breasts and beautiful face made me
completely unable to resist.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Wanwan closed her eyes, feeling the impact inside her vagina, her hands lasciviously sometimes squeezing
her large breasts, sometimes stroking her nipples, and sometimes teasing her clitoris. I was a little worried that she might
get too excited and squirt, staining the sheets, while my glans was almost about to ejaculate under the pressure of this female tyrant.

"Wait! Wait!" This time it was Huimei's turn.

But Wanwan completely ignored my pleas, just like when I had fucked her from behind earlier, she only wanted to be like a
human soy milk machine, squeezing out my soy milk!

"Mmm mmm mmm..." I let out an almost wailing plea for mercy, and then Wanwan slowed down the frequency of her hip movements
, allowing me to retaliate, as always, with her understanding nature, but it was too late.

I quickly lifted myself up and pushed Wanwan down onto the bed, then grabbed her buttocks and tried to thrust my penis in as
deeply as possible to ejaculate.

"Hey." Wanwan, having lived with me for so long, knew from my movements that I wanted to ejaculate inside her to satisfy
my male desire for conquest, and quickly reminded me that it seemed she wasn't in her safe period.

I quickly pulled out my penis, which was on the verge of climax, and ejaculated a little onto Wanwan's luscious nipples first, then...
I pressed my lips to Wanwan's bright red lips, and she automatically took my entire penis into her mouth, sucking on the glans as I ejaculated
. Even after I felt the glans stop throbbing, she wouldn't let go, holding it in for a long time, making my
testicles feel sore and numb from ejaculating so much.

"Mmm..." she murmured, frowning as she swallowed my semen whole. Then she opened the refrigerator, grabbed a 250cc can
of barley-flavored black tea, and took a few sips to wash away the taste of semen.

Good heavens, how could I have such a virtuous and wonderful girlfriend? She's the perfect woman—capable in public, a good cook, and able to
make me limp in bed! I quickly hugged Wanwan's slender body tightly from behind again: "Wanwan,
thank you, you're so good."

"Hehe, I came twice." Wanwan turned and kissed me, then got dressed. We ate breakfast
together , exchanging knowing glances, before I went to school and she went to work.

Good heavens! This is life. After a quick morning of sex, I head to school, full of energy. If only
those were a little more well-behaved, and my grades were a little better, my life would be perfect.

"Good morning, Wu Youning. Thanks to your spirit last night." After greeting her, I moved closer to Wu Youning, wanting to
praise her heroic performance.

She blinked like a startled bird, then said, "What?" and
sat down.

Ah, what an idiot I am! Wu Youning only possesses spiritual abilities in the dream where I have a ghost penis. In real
life, she's just an ordinary kid. I've confused dreams with reality.

Wait, which of my interactions with students and colleagues only happened in dreams? Which
are shared memories from real life? I need to figure this out. For example, when I saw Instructor Tian Caizhen, should I
consider her a comrade I've already had a physical relationship with? This is a huge question.

Just as I was trying to sort everything out in my mind, the phone rang. It was Wanwan calling.

"Remember your appointment with your father tonight." Huh? I had completely forgotten about it if she hadn't mentioned it. Okay, okay, I
remember now.

Strangely enough, whenever I try to figure out the difference between dreams and reality, something unexpected always manages
to distract me. Oh well, I still have a busy day ahead.

I should be thankful that at least I didn't get the students' and colleagues' names and faces wrong,
except . This reality and that dream are largely the same.

I'm going to pick up my father tonight. Actually, I don't really know if I should call him father.

He ran away with a huge gambling debt when I was still an infant. Although my mother
had already , she never registered her marriage with him and had to remarry. I had already lost contact with him. If it weren't for
Wanwan being a saleswoman and getting to know him through connections, we wouldn't have made contact. Even after I confirmed he was my biological father,
I had no intention of contacting him. It was only because Wanwan kept saying things like "returning to one's roots" and "blood is thicker than water" that I reluctantly considered meeting
him. I was just thinking about whether to tell him clearly today and ask him not to contact me again.

So I take my stepfather's surname, and my biological father, that scumbag who abandoned my mother and me, is named Guo Mingdong.

After meeting, we chatted casually. Just as I was about to confront him, he
stammered , "Qihao, I've already made an appointment with my creditor. If you don't help me pay some interest, I'll have my arms and legs broken."

Damn it, you caused this mess, you deal with it yourself! Don't try to drag Wanwan and me into this! I knew it! This kind of
trash abandoned us back then, and now he shows no remorse and even wants benefits!

Just as I was about to stand up, several thugs who looked anything but benevolent appeared
. "Brother Gong, please give me a little more time," Guo Mingdong quickly suppressed their impatience; these were clearly his
creditors.

In the midst of a futile argument, one claimed it was a secret agreement signed in Jakarta, the other
a repayment plan agreed upon at a secret meeting in Cairo. Before I could even understand what was going on, they started attacking me without any explanation,
even making physical contact with Wanwan, which led to a fight between us. I was naturally annoyed that my public servant had become the victim, but I
instinctively fought back and drove them away. However, after they left, I touched my throbbing forehead; hot
blood was flowing from it, and then I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, Wanwan and Guo Mingdong were both beside me. Guo Mingdong said, "I helped you drive away Gong Chan and his gang,
but since you've become like this, I also have a moral obligation to take care of you. So, I'll plan everything for you from now on."
Damn it, I was the one who drove away Gong Chan and his gang; you were just there to spout nonsense.

"Qihao, don't worry, I'm here. Your uncle has already calculated your insurance money and court compensation,
converting every 40,000 yuan into 1 point. He's even planning to help us buy a house in the future." Damn it, 40,000 yuan for 1 point? That's
even more outrageous than Kaiji's Pelican! Someone, give Kaiji a can of beer—no, give Guo Mingdong a dick
to shove in his mouth.

Damn it, why can I only complain internally? Where's my language ability?

Damn it, why can't I get up? Okay, strictly speaking, I still have feeling in my lower body and can move slowly, at least
I'm not paralyzed. But this means my life is ruined!

All because I kindly met Guo Mingdong once. I can't imagine
how wonderful my life would have been if I hadn't been so heartless and chased him away, without even a hint of wanting to take him in! I would have had a good girlfriend,
a good job, living in a beautiful environment surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, and owning my own house before I was even forty.
Now, all I get is 40,000 yuan for one credit card, and according to his calculations, I'll never be able to buy a house in my lifetime
!

Actually, I'm not completely paralyzed. As long as I try to move my body, I can manage my bodily functions, it just
takes me about half an hour. I can even communicate with Wanwan by writing.

But every time I try to talk to Wanwan about my relationship with Guo Mingdong, she always lazily says, "Qihao,
can we not talk about it? I just want to live a peaceful life."

Hmph, aren't you and I the ones being exploited and suffering the mental and physical pain caused by Guo Mingdong? Why
shouldn't we talk about it! Why should I take in a good-for-nothing scumbag who only wants to play and play and play all day,
and even let him manage my life and assets!

However, Guo Mingdong still has some conscience; he signed a guardianship agreement with me, which can
be revised . This year's revision date is January 16th.

Oh well, I'm too lazy to go out. Watching TV to pass the time is more pleasant. Just thinking about how much it costs to get dressed and put on shoes...
My body, which only allows me to leave the house after several hours, gave up the idea.

For eight years, my life has been wasted in this cycle.

In the past, Wanwan would try to help me with rehabilitation, and sometimes she would sexually tease me to see if she
could stimulate me to recover, even in front of Guo Mingdong.

Later, when they learned that I had lost my ability to speak, and because my near-paralyzed body couldn't resist, they were too
lazy to communicate in writing, and they actually had sex with me right next to me. Anyway, I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them. So, time and time
again, I lay in bed watching Guo Mingdong ejaculate inside my beloved girlfriend. They
didn't even calculate the safe period. When I was with Wanwan, I was so careful. Now you can ejaculate whenever you want
, aren't you afraid of getting my girlfriend pregnant? Maybe I'll have to use my unused insurance money to raise his child,
if there's anything left over.

This is absolutely not my life. The vivid memories of the night before I became paralyzed—
fighting alongside the three Zhang sisters, risking my life for justice with Brother Xiang Yu, and the students, the simple-minded dog and the long-tongued but righteous students—
those memories should be reality, not this indifferent society where everyone says they don't want to talk about politics,
yet their lives are constantly influenced by political trash like Qiu Yi. But why is my terrifying situation
so real, so hopeless that I feel powerless to change it?

Wait, I remember reading about the ghost teacher Shenmei, which might be a masterpiece of "Pillow Flipper." But
in the manga, Inaba Kyoko could ask Shenmei to use his ghost hand to help her return to her original world. But I am a psychic
teacher , and I've lost my ghost penis. Am I supposed to learn incest and self-pleasure?! Help me, I can't
live without my ghost penis. Self-pleasure now is just ordinary perversion.

Looking back on everything these past years, it feels more and more like a nightmare. Why is it that every time I try to figure out my relationship with the three
psychic sisters, Wanwan always manages to interrupt my train of thought? Yet this world
is so similar to the world I was in before, like The Truman Show, as if I'm destined to waste my life here. But
the mix of reality and dreams gives me a constant sense of déjà vu, making me increasingly confused about whether to resist,
change, or just accept it.

The TV is showing a special on the Buddhist Dharma Drum Mountain. The monk on screen is the late Master Sheng Yen. His virtuous and
upright life truly deserves to be called a Buddha. He didn't erect monuments or statues, nor did he collect relics (he called them "solid stones" because
they were unresponsive, just like gallstones). His ashes were planted, leaving behind only the Dharma for people to remember,
not magnificent buildings and statues.

Wait, Master Sheng Yen, isn't he the frail monk who fought against the four fake Buddhas in Dajia Creek?
I was blind to his true nature; I didn't even recognize him back then. It wasn't until now, when I have time to watch TV and find solace in Buddhism for my
misfortunes, that I discovered the greatness of Buddhism and thus came to know Master Sheng Yen.

"Busy with nothing to do, old age comes amidst emptiness; laughter and tears exist in emptiness; originally there was no 'I,' life and death can be cast aside." Yes, I can no longer be deceived by
the illusions before me. I must break free and do something to prove these are all nightmares. But simply biting my
finger and saying, "This is all an illusion, it won't scare me!" is absolutely useless. I
cannot repeat what others have done in this world. After all, change requires determination. If someone has done something before, I will fall into
the trap of déjà vu.

I struggled to my feet. I must find the connection to that previous world. That's it, the ink on the balcony
! Unlike the Yang spirits of Han Gou and Wu Youning, the tender shoots in that potted plant are real, tangible
matter . This cannot be faked with déjà vu.

However, I haven't seen it since returning from the battle at Dajia Creek. It might have withered
and died. If it hadn't, with Mo Yun's delicate and charming appearance, it would definitely have grown into an orchid or a tulip
. After all, Mo Yun is Dutch, so it wouldn't be surprising if it became the national flower.

Hehe, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw it. Mo Yun, Mo Yun, why the hell
are you a Venus flytrap?!

The Venus flytrap originated in North America, and Europe was in the midst of the Age of Exploration back then. Navigators brought back a lot of
overseas artifacts. Mo Yun, longing for the scenery overseas, sailed to Taiwan with her father. Therefore,
it's not surprising that she saw the Venus flytrap in North America and was captivated by its wonders.

"Qihao, why did you get out of bed? Tell me what you want to do, and I'll help you." Sure enough, even though it
wasn't even noon, just because I rekindled my desire to return to my original world, Wanwan appeared on time as she had several times before
. Did she not even have to go to work? This time, she could no longer hide her unease. Beneath her feigned composure,
her unprecedented panic was impossible to fool.

"Hmph, who are you? Why are you trying to bewitch me?"

"Qihao, what are you saying? Haven't I done enough for you? I've lost my youth for you,
and I've even been violated by my uncle..." Wanwan's eyes were brimming with tears, her acting was nine-tenths as good as Pudding's.

If it were a few years earlier, seeing her pitiful appearance, I would have rushed over and embraced her. But
these past eight years have been too bitter. Amid her screams, I did something cruel that no one in the world had ever done before!

Mo Yun, you fucking jerk off a little! I inserted my penis, which I hadn't used in a long time since my paralysis,
into that seemingly menacing insect-trapping leaf!

Ughhhhhh! With screams, I straightened up and found my naked lower body
tightly connected to the genitals of a beautiful young girl. Damn it, it's Mo Yun!

"Weren't you dead?"

I asked the woman I was having sex with, completely lacking in manners and common
sense .

"You're the one who's dead!" Mo Yun, who had never shown any obvious emotion since we met, half-smiled, but
continued her rhythmic thrusting. What was going in and out of her was my thick, ghostly penis.
The night around us was still dark. What was this?

"Qihao, because we needed the assistance of those five spiritual lights, we used a quick-in, quick-out tactic. We made all the women
here have sex with you, thrusting a few times and then pulling out, to see which one your ghostly penis would react to the most,
to elicit 100% desire, thus attracting those five righteous spiritual lights to harmonize good and evil. During this
time, we sisters withdrew from your ghostly penis, letting the evil spirit within it dominate your consciousness, so you temporarily
lost consciousness , only reacting instinctively." Xiao Ci set up a barrier around me to defend against the zombie army's attack.
So I was still on the banks of the Dajia River!

"So, who do I react to the most?" At this moment, Mo Yun had already retreated, no longer engaging in intercourse with me, but instead using the power of
plants to assist in the battle. Zhang Xiaojie then straddled my ghost penis.

"It's hard to say, because every time I change to a new female body, the ghost penis's combat power and evil level increase by a notch.
Thanks to the support of the five spiritual lights, you regained consciousness, and we didn't have to suppress the ghost penis's power. However, after you
ejaculate , the righteous energy of the spiritual lights will disappear, and we will have to return to the ghost penis to resume
the life where at least two of us suppress evil spirits within it," Xiao Ci said.

"Simply put, you're a 60 out of 100 in terms of hole!" Zhang Xiaojie lifted her skirt, not even having time to take off
her underwear, and hurriedly inserted my ghost penis into her body after simply pushing the crotch of her underwear aside.

Damn, so my extraordinary talent is my lustful desires!

The Ghost King of Zhuluo, also known as Zheng Jing, is now Ma Ying-jeou. His extraordinary evil lies in his hypocrisy and
greed ; Brother Xiang Yu is a symbol of unparalleled power, and his pursuit of ultimate power makes him a powerful spirit;
the Three Fierce Warriors of the Anti-Japanese War, Wu Tangxing, Lin Jieliang, and the Holy Tomb Knight are extraordinary because of their love for their homeland and compatriots; Mo Yun's extraordinary strength lies in
his love for nature, so they all became powerful spiritual beings, while Lin Bei is only because of his lust!?

Whatever, everyone has their own preferences. As long as I don't go completely off the rails, it's not too much. The Mirror of Retribution
didn't strike me, did it?

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to still be so interested in my body." Zhang Xiaojie looked with satisfaction at the spiritual
light gathering from the distant sky towards us, proving that the Ghost Penis's lustful power had increased again, thus attracting
a large amount of spiritual light.

"Xiaozhen, it's your turn." After saying that, Zhang Xiaojie quickly put on her underwear and then "whoosh whoosh whoosh" fired a large number of spiritual
weapons to attack the zombies surrounding us.

"I don't want to." Zhang Xiaozhen was currently fighting alongside Brother Xiang Yu. She was like a killing machine when dealing with zombies,
but when she had a chance to interact with Xiang Yu, she was as gentle and charming as a little woman, her eyes full of admiration and love.

"Go ahead." Brother Xiang Yu gave her a push, and she reluctantly sat on my body and started rocking
, her eyes always fixed on Brother Xiang Yu's heroic back.

Damn it, I didn't want to sleep with the boss's woman either, but the current situation forced me to.

"Who hasn't tried yet?" Zhang Xiaozhen rocked me a few times, proving that Zhang Xiaojie's
theory of "I'm just a 60-point pervert with a hole" was unbreakable, then turned to ask the others. I saw Brother Li Zuoji leading Xiang'er
over. Damn it, I only just realized that Xiang'er was a mare!

Damn it, I don't want to, I don't want to! Even Zhang Xiaozhen would be fine. A couple more rocking and I'll obediently ejaculate.
Don't let the mare ravage me!

"It's just me left." Wu Youning timidly raised her hand, her fingertips still stained with zombie blood.
She had been using her ten fingers to transform into spears, piercing the hearts and heads of zombies, so her fingertips were red and white, covered in
blood and brain matter.

Damn it, another student thing. I think hell will add a nineteenth level just for me.

But I had no choice. To prevent Taiwan from falling into the hands of evil, I gritted my teeth and let Wu Youning ride
my ghostly penis. Besides, it was just her spirit, not her real body, so it didn't count as breaking her virginity.

I was afraid that if I held back any longer, even the mare would have to join in. Besides, Wu Youning's B-cup youthful body was full of vitality and cuteness. Compared to her usual annoying appearance, I quickly climaxed inside Wu Youning, who
was frowning and enduring the first time her vagina was penetrated by a male penis . "Get back!" I had only ejaculated a little inside the female student and was feeling a bit unsatisfied when Zhang Xiaoci told Wu Youning to leave my penis. Then, the five righteous spiritual lights that had gathered around the five major cities of Taiwan poured into my penis and sprayed it into the air above the battlefield with the burst of semen. Then, it followed the evil aura downwards and instantly neutralized the evil energy of all the zombies. It also knocked the Winter Melon King on the hillside down to the bottom of the mountain. The scene that followed was just like in the dream. Brother Xiang Yu, me, and the Holy Tomb Knight rushed over. The Winter Melon King died in the Tai'a Sword of the girl on the flesh bed. "Just now..." I was about to share that terrifying dream with Xiaoci when she simply covered my mouth with her fingers: "Don't remember those painful memories anymore. Be brave and change. Just go vote on January 16th." That's true. Spiritual matters are solved with spiritual power, and real-life matters are solved with real-life methods. Besides, the Holy Grave Knight is willing to run for vice president, so he'll definitely be busy and overwhelmed. We're just going out to vote , what's so difficult about that! Hehe, the Holy Grave Knight's partner is basically a real-life version of the Kirishima ship girl. We'll definitely have to work together to deal with that shameless, first ship in history to defect to the Communists, the Huang An. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! However, the Huang'an warship was a product unique to this era. Back then, there was a nobody with the same name as the warship who accomplished nothing but plagiarized a piece from the Japanese artist "S.E.N.S."'s "Maritime Silk Road" song, combined with Li Bai's poem, and rewrote it into lyrics. Surprisingly, it became the ending theme song for the TV series "Justice Bao," making him a big star. However, lacking any real talent, he only became famous for that one thousand and one songs. After that, he could only survive through some low-class means, such as reporting pro-Taiwan independence activists and bullying little girls waving the national flag. As a result, he was possessed by the shameless evil spirits on the Huang'an warship, and his own sister was even tricked into becoming a nun at the Zhongtai Zen Temple under the monk Wei Jue. It can only be said that justice prevails. The later situation was the same as before, except that in this world, Mo Yun did not die. In order to continue to protect every blade of grass and tree in Taiwan, she was willing to stay by my side to assist me and the three sisters. However, this time I suggested that she no longer exist in the form of a Venus flytrap, as it didn't suit her image at all.

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