Chapter 148 - Palace Rumble (P2/R-18)

The first-class maid, whose delightful mounds kept Xinzi's head cushioned, felt a bit out of her element. As a Night Spirit trained from the fetal state to serve the Eternal Night's ruling family, she had principles of restraint and chastity engraved in her mortal shell. So, unlike the second-class maids, she couldn't just flip a switch and start pumping monarch-meat. However, it seemed that cock-pumping was about to become the theme of the night. 

Ever a law-abiding citizen, Xinzi obeyed the decree and got to work. His right hand wormed its way between one maid's legs, sliding up her milky thighs while drizzles of loves juice dripped over his monastic fingers. Index and middle finger arched up, caressing the labia with loving strokes on their way towards the clit. There, they stopped, sliding up and down the maid's outer walls while Xinzi's thumb massaged her clit.

"Annh...Greatest One you...oooh! Where did you learn...that?!" The maid's thighs clenched around Xinzi's hand, her toes curling on the ground as her body shook in a rocking orgasm.

Xinzi rolled his eyes at the maid's words, and while still messing up her moist cunt, worked the girl at his left. With his left hand, our monk lifted the maid's pliable ass cheek, spreading her ass open while his tongue flicked across her neck.

Instinctively, the two remaining maids, who initially scrubbed Xinzi's legs, ran their hands over his thighs, stroking his large slab of meat through the drenched pants. The cock hardened at the stimulation, and as they wondered how it'd it feel inside their tight cunts, the maids' eyes ate its curves. From those two, Xinzi sensed unusual levels of lust, a textbook trait of the flood dragon race. An arousing, almost feral scent leaked from their pores, stirring our monk's senses. and sending the blood to flow down his cock.

"Greatest One, let us...unburden you," the flood dragon maids said, and in perfect synch, grabbed a piece of Xinzi's cock each—then with one yank, they pulled his meat-slab out of his pants. Freed at last, Xinzi's cock sprang up and pushed against the dragon maids' arms—their eyes glazed with lust.

The Night Spirit's curious eyes widened at this decadent scene. Her breasts heaved up and down, giving Xinzi's head an extra bounce while their proud owner panted for breath. One dragon maid pushed towards Xinzi, her veil separating her lips from his while her hands stroked his chest, and her legs sandwiched his erect cock.

The Blissful Extinction Art that Yuemi had so kindly given Xinzi kicked into gear, turning his toned body into a herculean mass of yang qi that burned so bright that it outshined the sun. At the same time, Xinzi's third-layer Yang Revolution kicked in, adding to the supreme dual cultivation method to flood all the maids with aching needs. The water spirit maids melted in Xinzi's arms. The second dragon maid grabbed his cock, hoisted up her skirt, and aimed the burning meat-stick at her dripping cunt with a mix of fear and lust. 

Lust won the fight, and as her sister rubbed her cunt at the base of Xinzi's meat, the dragon maid drove the rest up her love tunnels, letting her moist walls fold on Xinzi's shaft, and pump his meat of all its worth. At first letting the maid do the work, Xinzi met her hips with rapid thrusts, driving his cock up and down the gripping honey pot while his tongue mapped a maid's mouth, and his fingers brought two others to the peak of bliss.

...

Meanwhile, Hengye Yuemi reached Xinzi's treatment room. At some point, she considered sealing her ears to not listen to things she didn't want to hear. But it soon became painfully obvious that the reality of what went on in that room wouldn't change because she suppressed her senses. 

"Ahhh...Greatest One, rogue...rogue Greatest One!"

"Oooh...oooh...oooh!!! Pump it in me! Pump it in me! I want to feel you cream my walls with your mortal shell!" 

Yuemi's veins nearly ruptured. Feral rage took over, and like a meteor, she barreled into the room, charging at the red curtain that concealed the ongoing debauchery with her fists raised for a beatdown. Her cultivation base erupted, and her punches rained on the curtain. It absorbed each blow, only letting tiny energy ripples pass and disturb Xinzi's "nursing" process.

The maids didn't care. Other shockwaves had swept through their bodies and souls already, making the Lord-Regent's outburst an unremarkable tantrum. 

"Damn you, Zhen'er! DAMN YOU!" Besides herself with rage, Yuemi clenched her fists. One-hundred needles escaped her storage ring, together forming an immortal-tier artifact that rippled with dreadful energy fluctuations.

"KILL! KILL! KI-KIKIKI-KIIIILL!"

Each of the maids' moans was a powerslam to Yuemi's heart. The little spark that kept her murderous instincts to modest levels suffocated in her steaming rage—and her face twisted into child-repelling grimaces. The Lord-Regent had lost it at last, ready to tear it all into shreds—including the Xinzi-body—to make the moaning stop.

"Defective sociopath, stop!" Irresistible pressure surged from all sides, locking Yuemi's needle regiment down while compelling her knees to the ground. The Lord-Regent's Spiritual Sense swept the surroundings, seeking the origin of this assault.

Twelve jet-black beams raced into the room, and the retired elders appeared, each facing Yuemi with dagger eyes. The great elder stood a step behind, treasures drawn, and eager to maul.

"Hengye Yuemi, you lost the Lord-Regent Seal and Face-Erasing Whip, maimed the third elder, shamed the Greatest One, attempted to assault the retired elders, AND NOW YOU'RE PUSHING THE VICE TO THE EXTREME, AIMING LETHAL WEAPONS AT OUR LORD?"

"Your mental faculties have fallen so low that you've forgotten how to walk a straight line, wobble with every step, and threaten to ruin our second chance! By all the Stars of the Night, how could we have allowed you to rule for so long? No wonder the Divine Rules are not spreading, and the Ancestral Task, nowhere near complete!"

"Sinners! We are sinners! But our lord...will not die for our sins." One after the other, the scandalized retired elders took verbal shots at Yuemi. And even Hengye Jie failed to put on a poker face. Jet-black, misty energies oozed from his eyes, crawling upon Yuemi like roaches risen straight from the netherworld.

"In my authority as the supreme elder of this branch, Hengye Yuemi, I sentence you to eternal isolation in the Shadow Realm. Unless the Greatest One or Divine Ancestor demand your release, you'll stay there...till the last star falls from the night!" The supreme elder back his words with actions, and with neither the Face-Erasing Whip or Wuxin-puppet, Yuemi had no hope to resist the only Great Principle realm expert of this branch.

Still, she fought, punching through the dark mist which sapped her strength at breakneck speed.

"Pointless. Before the Great Principle realm, talent and battle-prowess become irrelevant. Unless you become a Goddess, you cannot resist my will," Hengye Jie sneered at Yuemi's display, and raised his hand, ready to send her to the Hengye clan's most horrifying prison. 

"You...are making a terrible mistake. Only I have the tools and authority to keep Zhen'er in check. With me gone, he is free to do as he pleases. Twelve years was all it took for him to come back with Inverse Dao Seals and heaven-defying Dao Bones. Who is to say that in 100 years, he will not return a Devil of the Infernal Paradise? Listen! LISTEN!" Yuemi aimed one wobbling finger at the red curtain where the blissful cries of her maids spread in utter impunity.

Needless to say, the retired elders had noticed the debauchery as well. But unlike Yuemi...

"I don't give a damn. Our God-Monarch and Greatest One could ram his mortal shaft into all the holes of the Endless Sea that I still wouldn't give a damn! That decoy shell exists precisely to mix with mortals and is doing an outstanding job in that regard. If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself for that corrupt decree!

As for embracing demonism, pure nonsense! He is the heir to the Night Pantheon and future master of Heaven! What can the Infernal Paradise offer him that these two thrones will not? The freedom to die in the ditches of demonic treachery?

Hengye Yuemi, I've given you the chance to plead your case, and you've failed miserably. Enjoy your time in the Shadow Realm. You...deserve it." Unfazed by Yuemi's plea, the supreme elder clenched his right hand, and starting with her toes, the darkness spread all over Yuemi's body, pulling her towards a miniature vortex.

"Damn you old fogeys, you cannot hold me down! I...WILL...RE..." Yuemi had not finished her rant that the red curtains fell, revealing Xinzi, who held a flood dragon maid in the air, with one hand molesting her plump butt.

Under Yuemi and the 13 elders' horror-struck gazes, Xinzi walked towards the Lord-Regent, still ramming his meat into the sex-dazed dragon maid's cunt while trembling to hold back his spunk.

"Aaah...ahhh...ahhh!" The maid moaned with no restraint, her hands clawing at Xinzi's back, while her trembling legs tightened around his waist.

"Oooo!" Sent over the edge, Xinzi pulled his cock out.. His milk gushed towards Yuemi's face, splashing the Lord-Regent's lips with warm liters of spun.