As far as Jingzhao could remember, wanton greed had never let her down. Thanks to her greed, she could suppress and conceal all her malicious tendencies, her envy of Xue Lin, to get closer to her sister and brother-in-law, benefiting from these connections to reach Supreme Clarity in less than 20,000 years. Thanks to that same greed, she joined Taiyang Yuan's banners, bamboozled the East's Nameless Sword Emperor and caused the Celestial Hall's destruction—relying on these achievements to become the Master of the Demon Slaying Hall, a Noble Consort, and enjoy enough resources to reach the peak of Supreme Clarity in just a few extra thousands of years.
Now the same greed led her to Immortality, but for the first time in her existence, Xue Jingzhao was starting to wonder if she didn't commit a fatal mistake. Unlike all the others, the man she faced controlled her greed, pairing it with vast resources and unprecedented means to make her his plaything. Worse, he could read through her like an open book, and through both mental and physical domination, slowly turned her into a willing toy. As Xinzi's dissolute hands pressed into her bubble butt, Jingzhao's heart raced in her chest—trapped between the urge to flee as far as she could or kneel at Xinzi's crotch.
A golden lock dangled at the middle of her pink collar. Xinzi pulled on the lock, and to Jingzhao's shock, it extended into a long golden chain leash. The leash seemed able to stretch as far as Xinzi wanted it to, guaranteeing that regardless of where she stood, she couldn't escape Xinzi's control.
"You're correct. So Jingzhao, from now, my happiness is your raison d'être. And as we speak, my level of happiness is fairly low. How will you increase it?" Xinzi asked, and again, Jingzhao held her breath, gulping her saliva. Her body temperature shot up, and prompted by a sudden impulse, she dropped to her knees.
Turning so that her back faced our monk, the Noble Consort lifted up her skirt, revealing that round, toned butt of hers to Xinzi's lustful eyes. The golden-chain leash stretched to match her moves, and to Xinzi's corrupt delight, Jingzhao wagged her ass at him, her slutty cunt getting moister, and her juices dripping all around.
Jingzhao's body moved on its own, desperately trying to please the sovereign master now holding her leash. The Noble Consort dared not speak, convinced that the first word to leave her mouth would betray all that she'd ever endeavored for.
Ice Spirits couldn't sweat, but Jingzhao's body flushed in an odd mix of thrill, fear and nervousness. Her leaking cunt and wagging ass cheeks got sluttier by the second, yielding more juice while also filling the dark underground room with a lewd scent that teased Xinzi's nerves. That slutty hole called for Xinzi's cock, and it rose to answer the challenge.
"Good effort," Xinzi said and unbuckled his belt, freeing his large pole of meat that towered over Jingzhao. "But I will not kneel for you." Here, Xinzi motioned towards a nearby pillory. Jingzhao gulped again, and not daring to look back, rose from the ground, still holding up her skirt to flare her fleshy thighs, ass and leaking juice as she walked towards the wooden framework. A moment of hesitation followed, stopping her by the pillory.
Jingzhao's long white hair covered parts of her bubble butt, blocking Xinzi's view. She trembled in shame, unaware of the smile on the depraved monk's lips. His cock bobbed up and down, demanding that he penetrate the slutty hole that teased it for so long.
Without a sound, Xinzi appeared behind Jingzhao and put his hands on her waist—her heart skipped a beat. But right afterward, she bent over, putting her head through the large hole in the middle of the pillory. Here, the Noble Consort's thoughts shut down, and moving solely on instinct, she trapped her hands in the two adjacent holes as well—offering premium rearview to her master.
Her fleshy butt pressed into his cock, grabbing it between the cheeks while her juice dripped faster, forming a messy puddle on the ground. Again, Jingzhao wagged her ass, but this time, Xinzi grabbed her hips, and she stopped immediately. Our monk dragged his cock down Jingzhao's butt, brushing the head up and down her juicy cunt.
"Anh…" Tiny moans escaped her lips, and Jingzhao's heart beat frantically—her body bracing up for the pounding to come. Xinzi pulled his cock back, and without warning, slammed it into Jingzhao's hole. Her walls stretched to let the master's meat in, then folded, rubbed and sucked on Xinzi's cock, pulling it all the way to her cervix with lewd squelching sounds.
"Ahh…" Xinzi let out a long sigh of pleasure, his grip tightening on Jingzhao's hips while his cock rocked her body against the pillory. Pulling against Jingzhao's gripping walls, Xinzi pulled his cock down, then thrust it back to the cervix. Letting the debauched fiend in him control the pace, Xinzi thrust in out Jingzhao's cunt, pounding at her slutty hole which held on to his meat like a vice-grip dead-set on wringing all the cum his balls and cock had to unload.
"Mhmph…huhh…ohhhh!" At first, even as her eyes rolled back, Jingzhao bit her lips, refusing to give Xinzi a complete victory. But before long, her body gave out, her throaty moans altered by her tongue that now flopped over her lower lip. In her mind, Jingzhao tried to picture the name and face of the man cramming her lewd tunnels and rocking her body with every thrust. Any lofty immortal bearing had vanished entirely. Qi Refinement or Heavenly Immortal, it didn't matter. Under Xinzi's cock, she could only spread her legs wide, and grunt in pleasure.
"This…is the only good thing about you. Use this cunt to please me, and from Human to Earth, from Earth to Heavenly Immortal…perhaps even Immortal Emperor—my will and favor will determine your peak."
"Y-yess…master!" Unbeknown to Xue Jingzhao, a long red sigil flashed on her abdomen—proof of successful fertilization. Xinzi's balls slammed into her cheeks, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing throughout the room with a raunchy *pah* *pah* *pah* tune.
One hour of relentless hammering passed before Xinzi's cock tensed up, and with one loud grunt, our monk filled Jingzhao's hole with a tide of demonic spunk.. Still, he didn't stop, carrying on with the cunt-breeding like a beast in a rut.