Chương 121: Fun times

"... Guan Tianxiong." the Saint answered in a hot voice, and I raised myself to suckle on her breasts, enticed by her sinuous rhythm of mountains and valleys, lifting and descending in a depraved dance of lust and passion. I ate the grandiose meal and made Tianxiong whimper in my arms, followed by a stream of Nine-Yin dew drenching my dick. My lust took over and I turned her over, legs on my shoulders so I could pound my new lover into the bed, each stroke slapping flesh loudly and forging my soul.

Tianxiong tried to scream in pleasure, but I covered her mouth with mine, and forced her to scream in silence, using only her wide eyes. Slam, slam... like a hydraulic hammer, I pounded her deep and hard, until I could release my primal urges, and flooded her uterus with hot, virile lotus milk. We both moaned loudly, but couldn't stop. We simply changed stance, as I took one leg and forced it over her shoulder, giving me a deep access to her wet spring. Smack, smack!

The Dao of Yin and Yang guided me like a missile, piercing her final barrier at every strike. My free hand squeezed and fondled a mature breast, while my other hand reached her mouth and plugged my thumb into her wet cavity. The Saint Ancestor moaned around my thumb, and swirled her tongue with lust, while my mouth captured a large nipple and sucked it hard. A Nine-Yin meridian was extremely sexy, especially in such close contact.

I already knew this from having Zhen as my wife, but as a Saint, Tianxiong amplified the effect a dozen times. I kept pumping hard, switching positions with every milk run, while the room slowly turned with the Yin-Yang Formation. By the time the plate consumed its battery life, I gained my new cultivation level and fell on my back. Tianxiong fell beside me, gasping with deep breaths after being used so hard. Milk dripped from her cavities, but she had no energy to even try to get clean, or maybe she didn't care.

"... I could get married again, if this is the pleasant life I get as your fucking wife." the Saint spoke in a daze, just as Siao woke up and located my dick. Siao came to clean me up, while Erlong leaned down to steal a long kiss.

"I can barely wait my turn, to get used this way too." the Saint King whispered after lifting me up to rest my head on her warm pillows. I grinned and patted Siao's head on my dick.

"What about you, Siao? Want to be used hard this way, like Tianxiong?" I asked with a sneaky voice. Siao nodded with my dick in her mouth, then dove low and took me to the base, making my dick feel like home. Ontologically, being deep inside a woman was always a way home, to our home before birth. But also, it felt warm, wet and safe. So, like a flooded home in a summer storm.

"What problems should I expect at my wedding, Tianxiong?" I asked on a different track. The Guan Saint sighed, and sniffed out some milk from her nose.

"Our enemies will try to kill you and Siao. The other clan Ancestors will try to sabotage you as well. The snotty youngsters in the clan will want to test you, if you're worthy to marry into our clan. At least 30 men who were suitors for Siao and your new concubines will demand duels. Maybe 100 of them... pretty women can have multiple suitors..." she warned me in a wary voice. I raised an eyebrow, while Pef began to list benefits for such a long list.

"Erlong, I will need the bodies of those enemies. Or at least the eyes." I asked with a relaxed voice, then closed my eyes to rest. In just four hours of intense lust fugue, I spent over half my daily milk production. If I was to have several Saint wives, I will need more milk. Pef Tian, you've become relevant again! Do your job as the milkman. Qin Lin depends on you!

After a short nap, I resumed my medical duties, and filled the rest of the Guan women with milk, until two more reached their limit and ascended, including the nice one at Peak Body Integration, Guan Jiao. I guess I can have another milk maid, and sate my lust properly back in the sect. Saint Guan hugged her new bed-sister, and whispered something behind a qi barrier, making Jiao nod eagerly. I ended my day cultivating with Erlong and Siao, drinking their pure Yin to recharge my own batteries, then went to bed.

I mean, I never left the bed... but syntax is not made for people like me. Next morning, Jiao was on milk duty, as Siao was out, preparing the wedding ceremony and testing out the red dress with her Saint Ancestor. I only served my milk maid one milk dose, and Erlong another, keeping the rest in store for the wedding night. Plus, my energy will be needed for duels and other fun times. Like scamming people for cultivation resources. I loved weddings!

"Jiao, you stay in this room and do not allow anyone in. If they insist, make a big show and use force. Erlong will kill them in a second." I told my new maid, who nodded and sat beside the door as a real guard. Stolen novel; please report. Jiao couldn't do anything against a Saint, but the use of force would give us a reason to retaliate. And thus, I went to my wedding with a spring in my step, and heavy hanging balls to keep me grounded. A Six-Yin Sacred Body wife! Take that, Tian!

A thousand guests from afar were present at the big wedding, including a dozen Saints from allied and rival clans around. It wasn't that big of a wedding, but Lord Huang did show up for his son-in-law, since he already expected Siao to marry me after we arrived together in his city. I chatted a bit with him, and gave him a few bottles of my pills, while he gave me a Tier 5 herb and some spirit stones to help my alchemy.

Saint Erlong was seated on my left, while my pretty purple-haired wife was seated on the right, dressed in a long red dress with a chiffon veil. Siao also wore a Tier 5 breastplate under the dress, which worked wonders acting as a corset. I didn't wear armor, but my talismans were better than any armor I could afford. Soon enough, the congratulation speeches and the gifts began, followed by a wedding feast, and lots of booze. Strong booze, in fact.

The Indigo Plum Wine was good, but there were a dozen stronger drinks on the table, all likely extremely flammable. I picked the strongest one and stored the entire bottle for a party trick. Even Pef's world had fire breathers used for party tricks, but in this world, you could incinerate a few idiots, by accident. Or not by accident, if you get my point.

"Pef Tian, you useless scumbag! Only hiding behind a woman's robe? Come out here and face death on the stage!" a brave Unity Realm suitor began the fun times. Just as I told my White Stars, victory is always in your mind. You just need to chose what method you wanted to win. I picked my ear like a dirt-bound milk farmer.

"And why would I bother to leave my seat? Anything interesting as a bet? Or are you too poor to afford a challenge, whatever your name is?" I asked as provocation, then took a big gulp of flammable Six-Fire Sake, made from spiritual rice. A glowing spiritual fruit was floated above my table, the spiritual successor of the Tier 4 Nether Cactus Fruit, but it was a Ghost Yin Peach, with an even deadlier seed inside. Demonbane pill, I found your main ingredient! Erlong checked the fruit for traps, then nodded.

"Worth a fight, Pef Tian." she confirmed aloud. I flicked a spark and spat the burning Six-Fire Sake on the silly target, hiding inside the flamethrower jet another Phoenix talisman. The sacrificial guy burned alive and screaming, while I collected my prize without even standing up. Poor guy never stood a chance, even if he was prepared, but he was not. Free ring, again!

"Good wine, right? It burns your guts really hot." I congratulated the wine, and filled my mouth with another gulp. Siao giggled, remembering the day we met, with much of the same result. A Unity cultivator burned into loot and ash by a Phoenix talisman.

"Husband, you're being funny. Again!" she added with a cheerful voice. The next guy wore armor and powered a barrier before risking his life on stage. Tian urged me with his Sword skills to jump in and cut him to bits. I thought for a second, while examining the proposed bet. A Tier 5 sword, lit up with severing Formations. Probably worth a fortune, to someone else. I still didn't get up, just took out my Saint sword and threw it at the guy.

The Tier 6 Formations on my sword sliced through the barrier and the target without effort, then the sword returned to my hand.

"I have a better sword, but still, thank you for the gift. I can give it to one of my maids, if she's diligent." I accepted in a humble voice, and stored my new sword. I already had Jiao as a maid on the job, lacking a good sword. You would think that facing such danger and immense risk of losing face, people would stop throwing their lives away, just to give me free gifts and fun times. They did not. I killed more Unity Realm suitors and pretenders than a small war, and gained even more loot.

And they kept coming, giving me more fun times. Until someone important died, some kind of Young Master with a Saint Realm father. So his Saint father yelled for revenge, and threw a poisoned dart at me. I mean, cultivators were rarely smart and balanced individuals. This was not a disarmed nation ruled by the threat of laws and bubble gum fines. I ignored the attack to scan the faces of everyone else, noting potential enemies hoping for my death. A bit too many, given my current strength.

Erlong parried the dart and stabbed the Saint in the neck with same dart, then collected his body just as I requested.

"Honorable guests, please act civilized, this is a Daoist wedding, not a den of demonic cultivators like the Black Leech Sect. And on that note, anyone interested in joining me to eradicate that demonic menace can stay. The rest of you are free to go. Wedding is over!" Erlong declared in a cold voice, making most of the guests up and go, since not everyone was wiling to risk their life and limb to fight a dangerous demonic sect. Not everyone, but six Saints stayed, joining my table beside the Guan Ancestors.

Erlong began to expose the plan, and asked the Saints to take an oath for this exact purpose. A Saint with a black goattee read the paper oath and tried to run, joining my ring as another future puppet, since Saint King Erlong stabbed his heart out.

"We are Saints, and the future generation depends on us! Separated, the demonic cultivators can pick us off one by one. But the ten of us can finish off the Black Leeches, and share in the spoils of war!" Erlong proclaimed in a grand voice, and I applauded politely. Saint Huang glared at me.

"Pef Tian, you could lend me that Saint sword if you truly care about this war." I thought for a moment, then took out a Saint Moon Axe and the Saint Dragontail Whip.

"My sword cannot go, but you can have this axe, father-in-law. Saint Tianxiong, you can have this whip." I offered as my war contribution. Guan Tianxiong had to hold herself on the chair, as to not jump on me and suck my dick in public. I may have forgotten how poor most Saints were. I was about to start drinking again, when a clash of qi was felt from my guest yard. Erlong smiled and vanished like a ghost, and sonic booms erupted outside the main hall.

"Fun times, right?" I asked Lord Huang, who cradled his new axe like a newborn child.

"I have nine more daughters... all unmarried." the Saint offered in a grateful voice. I blinked, suprised by his generous offer.

"I don't have nine Saint weapons..." I managed to say in a confused voice. Chanelling the naive milk boy was always guaranteed to cause chaos. My table was filled with laughter, just as Erlong returned with a fresh corpse.

"What's so funny?" she asked confused, making the Saints laugh even harder. It was indeed a fun wedding.