Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 28: The Lustful Hero

Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 28: The Lustful Hero

"Can I ask you a question?" After looking at her body, I strongly wanted to know how many men she had slept with.

"I don't know, I need to see what kind of question you're asking." She answered me seriously.

"The question isn't complicated, just tell me how old you are this year? And how many men have you slept with while practicing martial arts?" I asked two questions in a row.

"Hehe, so that's the question. I turned eighteen last week. Girls under eighteen don't join the Women's Special Operations Group unless there's a special need." After saying that, she lay down on my bed. Her clothes, which I had just undressed, were now being taken off by her.

Lying naked on my bed, she touched her breasts and genitals, saying to me, "How many men have you slept with? Let me count."

We actually had the same habit: when thinking about something, we liked to take off our clothes, lie on the bed, and touch our bodies. I don't know when I developed this habit, but it must have been after I became a woman.

Seeing her lying on the bed, I went over and lay down beside her. We touched each other's genitals. "I started practicing my erotic arts when I was five. After three years of preparation, I started receiving real-life training on my eighth birthday. At first, I practiced with one person every day. Later, as my skills improved, I had sex more and more often each day. Now, I need at least ten men a day to satisfy my needs. In ten years and 3,650 days, that's an average of ten men a day. Actually, I have far more than ten men a day."

After calculating, she gave me a conservative estimate of "50,000" men, which left me speechless. Seeing that I was shocked, she laughed triumphantly. Then she told me that she had actually served in a women's special operations group when she was very young.

She said she was a little over eight years old then, and had only been with a man for a short time. A perverted sex fiend appeared in the city, specifically targeting young girls. The police couldn't catch him, and the security bureau couldn't find any trace of him. In this situation, setting up a trap was the best solution. The security bureau found her master, and the perverted sex fiend was successfully apprehended. However, she was hospitalized for over three months because of him, and almost lost her life. After this incident, she practiced diligently, determined to make a contribution to the country and the people.

Hearing her story, her expression was incredibly pure and solemn. Looking at her, my understanding of erotic arts underwent a qualitative leap. I initially practiced the Girl's Kung Fu to save my life, which is why I transformed from a man into a woman.

After becoming a woman, I used the Girl's Kung Fu and my body to make a lot of money. While making money, I frantically sought physical pleasure. Any despicable thing I did was considered natural; sometimes I even forgot that I was once a man.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. Compared to her, what was I? In that instant, I felt I had found my future, my mission as a woman, not for myself, but to serve the public. Xu Sanduo in "Soldiers Sortie" always said, "A person lives to do meaningful things." I used to think she was

foolish, but now I suddenly felt that I was foolish before. So I made up my mind to use these three months to study hard so that I could actually do something in the future, instead of just going through the motions, instead of having the mindset of "I'll work for whoever you tell me to work for" when I was forced to join the Security Bureau.

I was lost in thought when someone knocked on my door and called out, "Is Wang Jing here? The political commissar wants you to go to his office."

Hearing that it was the political commissar calling me, I quickly got dressed and called out at his door, "Reporting in."

"Come in," the political commissar said from inside the room.

I pushed open the door and went inside. The political commissar was working on documents at his desk. Seeing me enter, he gestured for me to sit in a chair in front of his desk. After he finished his work, he looked up, took a sip of water, and said to me, "Wang Jing, right? The special training starts tomorrow. How's it going? Are you confident?"

My answer was, of course, yes. He added, "Your situation is a bit special. The captain and I know about it. Don't worry, if you don't understand anything during training, feel free to ask the instructors, or you can ask me."

I nodded to indicate that I understood. He stood up from his seat, and seeing him stand up, I tried to stand up too. He gestured for me to stay seated, then walked behind me and placed my hands on my shoulders, massaging them.

With my current understanding of men, I knew exactly what he wanted to do. I reached out and grabbed his hands on my shoulders. His hands were the roughest I had ever touched. I tilted my head and gently touched his hands on my shoulders with my cheek.

Of course, I didn't refuse the political commissar's sexual harassment. Seeing that I didn't refuse, he smiled with satisfaction, gestured for me to sit on his desk, took off my clothes, spread my legs, and guided his penis into my vagina.

After entering, he first adjusted his body angle and gently thrust in and out a few times, then said to me, "Not bad, a masterpiece."

Then he began thrusting in and out of my vagina, commenting on my genitals as he did so, and surprisingly, he was right about everything. Seeing my surprised look, he laughed loudly and said, "I'm very good, aren't I?"

I nodded while moaning, and he said again, "No good, I'm old. It's a pity I couldn't meet you when I was young."

"Ah, ah, it's not too late for you to meet me now." I managed to say a complete sentence with difficulty.

He smiled and said, "Your vagina is still a climaxing point, it's been a long time since I've seen a woman squirt, come and squirt for me."

By this time, I had practiced to the point where I could control my squirting, instead of squirting every time I orgasmed, which was very inconvenient.

"You need an orgasm to have that," I replied.

"Heh, I know that too." He increased the speed of his thrusting, and soon I reached orgasm.

"Careful, I'm about to come," I warned him.

He nodded to indicate he understood, and after a dozen or so thrusts, I finally reached orgasm, at the same time urinating from my urethra. Some people say that a climax is actually a woman's urinary incontinence during orgasm, but I don't agree. Urine flows out of the urethra, while a climax is a spray; they are not the same thing at all.

My gushing ejaculation lasted a full thirty seconds before stopping. Even he, with his vast experience, had never seen such a spectacular ejaculation. He nodded repeatedly in praise. After my ejaculation ended, he made me kneel before him and asked me to give him deep throat. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and swallowed hard. His semen entered my throat in one go. This was the first time I had ever successfully deep throated someone on the first try. It seemed his technique was truly exceptional.

He was also surprised by the success of the deep throat on the first attempt, praising my technique repeatedly, and then sending his semen directly down my esophagus. After everything was over, he gestured for me to get dressed and leave.

Back in my room, Zhong Hong was still waiting for me. When she saw me return, she ran up and asked, "What did the political commissar want with you?"

I smiled at her without saying anything, but she guessed, "He definitely wanted you to go with him."

She guessed correctly. My silence was an admission.

"What a lecherous old man," she said angrily.

"Yeah, a bad guy," I replied.

Before I could finish speaking, she retorted, "He's not a bad guy, he's a good person, a great hero, just a little lecherous."

This surprised me, so I asked, "Excuse me, I don't know. Tell me, okay?"

She nodded and said, "He's a great hero. Back in the day, he single-handedly fought thirteen top-tier fighters at the Yasukuni Shrine on Diaoyu Islands. You don't know about that, do you?"

"I know, how could I not know something so important?" I replied casually.

"Yes, I admire him the most. I remember when I was twelve, he specifically sought out my master and asked to have sex with me. That night, while we were having sex, I was trembling with excitement. But he was too lecherous, and in the end, he was banished to this place where beautiful women can be with you at will," she added.

After hearing her description, I roughly understood the political commissar's character: a lecherous hero.

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