213 Pleasure of Kama Sutra
"This new comrade is so handsome," Reka Vagar let out a light chuckle, her eyes gazing directly into Beno Alder's. "You are destined to be a member of my Hall of Harmony." With a slight twist of her serpentine waist, her skirts swaying, she walked step by step toward Beno Alder, the dazzling whiteness of her skin making him dizzy.
"What a lovely face!" Her smile widened. "Come with me, I'll give you a tour."
Beno hurriedly bowed. "Thank you... Sister Comrade," he said awkwardly, uncertain about the proper form of address between Party members.
"Why so formal? Just call me Reka." She gave Beno a coquettish glance, then turned around, swaying her slender waist, her bubbly hips moving rhythmically from side to side—igniting desire in the newcomers watching from behind.
Beno dared not stare and followed silently.
"Members of the Party are divided into inner and outer circles. The outer four halls—Hall of Weaponry, Hall of Elixir, Hall of Beasts, and Hall of Harmony—are where we registered members belong." Reka introduced.
"Only by passing the trials of the outer halls can one enter the inner circle, receive true teachings, and become a formal Party member."
"You're quite fortunate to have joined the Hall of Harmony. Unlike those in the other three halls, you won't have to endure hardships—our trials here are much more pleasant."
As she said this, Reka Varga suddenly moved closer to Beno's side.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
In the next moment, Beno Alder felt a hot breath against his ear while a sweet fragrance filled his nostrils. Turning to look, he found a delicate, pretty face mere inches from his own.
"Please enlighten me, Comrade Reka," Beno said, lifting his head.
"Haven't you received the manual? Silly boy. It's the Pleasure of Kama Sutra."
Her sweet, tender voice whispered by his ear, like a lover's soft murmur. Before the words had even faded, a slender, soft hand had already come to rest on Beno's crotch.
With a gentle grasp, Beno instantly drew in a sharp breath.
… …
To do her or not to do her, that was the troubling question.
But soon, Beno was no longer troubled.
Because he had no power to refuse. In broad daylight, under a tall Silver Birch, in front of the other new recruits, Reka Varga boldly reached out and pulled down his pants.
"Ssss!" Beno's teeth chattered as he struggled. "Sister Comrade, wait—at least let's go somewhere private."
"I don't have time." She glanced at her watch. "In five minutes, Principal Wu will come take you all away." Reka pushed him down.
"But I haven't got a chance to read the manual yet." Beno protested.
"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything."
Something doesn't feel right. Beno's mind raced.
Why is she so eager?
Then he remembered what he had seen in the manual. Practice with a female partner to collect essence and fill the twelve major chambers.
Collect essence, collect from where? From each other?!
The so-called trial of the Hall of Harmony was actually a competition where registered members absorbed each other's essence using the Pleasure of Kama Sutra technique—similar to breeding venomous insects—where only the last person standing would advance to become a formal member.
What Reka was doing was simply cheating. Before he could learn anything, before he knew how to defend himself and counterattack, she would take his essence from him.
However, this realization did nothing to solve his predicament. Her aura far outmatched his own. Should he resist, she could kill him in a heartbeat.
The Hundred Rebirths. That was his only consolation.
Even though he wasn't certain whether trusting the panel was wise, he had witnessed the Marmot Vampire begging him to kill it. The Marmot must have believed that death meant instant rebirth.
While Beno's thoughts ran wild, Reka wasted no time. With effortless efficiency, she removed her dress, revealing her glorious tits and striking long legs.
The mere sight of her was enough to arouse him, and within moments of her soft hands' gentle touch, he became fully erect.
She looked him in the eyes, taking his cock and rubbing it against her face, smiling as she did so. All part of the act, no doubt, to quickly send him into a state of deep pleasure.
Her wet tongue met the tip of him, like it was kissing him, showing its affection. Soon after came the real kiss from her lips—shallow at first, but followed by another, then another, deeper kisses that enveloped him more and more, each sending a tingle down his spine as he watched in disbelief at her unholy, whorish skills, more incredibly professional than he could have imagined.
Five minutes was a short time, though. A minute and a half had probably already passed. Despite the warmth of her mouth, her plush lips, and the way she kept glancing at him, there was nothing to worry about.
But then he felt something else. While the pleasure began to build, another feeling was growing-- hard to comprehend, like his thoughts themselves were being drained from his mind. It was some kind of unnatural, taboo sensation that was at once both pleasing and painful.
Three and a half—no, just three more minutes. Then Principal Wu would arrive, and he would be saved. Beno tried to prop himself up.
In the meantime, Reka picked up her pace. Each of her motions were audibly wet, as she slurped up every drop of her own saliva to keep the man's dick thickly coated with it. Her tits bounced with life, as their soft touch on his thighs felt divine.
For another agonizing thirty seconds, he tried to keep focus. It was just a blowjob. He had his share of women before. And he had never come in less than ten minutes from a blowjob.
But damn, he had never met a girl this hot, and the way she was using her tongue...
Her tongue.
He had to block out the feeling of her tongue. But the more he tried, the more he felt it. The unyielding pleasure, swirling around and around. There was something wrong. Something important was being taken from him. Some primal—no, divine—instinct was telling him to run.
But he couldn't.
All he could do was look at her, trying not to let his moans escape. Her expression looked so natural, going up and down his shaft, yet it was also mechanical. Undisturbed, unforgiving. She clearly had plenty of practice. It hardly seemed fair. Relentlessly, she kept pushing him until at last he reached the edge.
She felt a throb and paused. She could have ended it there, but she didn't. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, a thick strand of saliva extending out, and looked at him in the eyes once again. He was sweating, speechless.
Without looking, she gestured toward her watch, as if she already knew what he would see.
Though it had felt like an eternity, there was still a minute and a half left.
Beno's expression was twisted by fear, but Reka simply looked back at him with a smile.
Her warm breath caressed his cock, and once again, the heat of her mouth engulfed him.
He tried to yell for help, but couldn't. He tried to tell her to stop, but couldn't. It was as if his vocal cords had turned to stone. Unable to make a sound or move a muscle, he lay like helpless prey within her jaws. She took him deep, rubbing his tip against the back of her throat, then pulling back while the end of her tongue pressed into him. She was just having fun now, toying with him in his last moments. Mercilessly, she continued, counting each pump in her head as if it were some routine.
That indescribable, unnatural feeling returned to its peak, and so too did Beno's urge to come. He could finally articulate the emotions—terrifying, tantalizing—as an entire existential crisis had formed in his mind. But he wouldn't get the chance to comprehend it before once again...
His cock throbbed in her mouth as he surrendered to the irreversible process of ejaculation.
He took a final look into her eyes. Beautiful, yet apathetic—through them he heard a single word:
"Bye."
Then she moved again with lightning speed, so fast that the onlookers couldn't track her movement. In a mere blur of motion, she was already straddling him.
Without missing a drop of his semen, her warm, wet vaginal walls enclosed him completely. She plunged down on him and squeezed hard—the friction and intense pressure giving him an explosive sensation.
And explode he did. The greatest orgasm he would ever feel demanded everything be shot into her vagina. All his knowledge from countless nights of studying. Every experience from his twenty-two years of existence. Everything he believed and everything that defined his identity was unloaded in one orgasm, mixed with all the semen his body could produce.
Reka took it all, her vaginal muscles sucking like a powerful vacuum.
A vague image of an ethereal string appeared, stretching between them—from his mind to her opening—growing thinner by the second. He realized he needed what was on her end of it, or he would lose it forever.
Knowing this exactly, Reka opened her legs wide for him to see. Along with his seed, a shapeless spirit lay there, flashing with blinding brightness as she violated it against his tip.
She only let him glimpse it for a moment, though. Just as quickly as she had opened her legs, she began to close it. Beno panicked. He used every ounce of strength he had left to reach out and reclaim what was supposed to be his. But by the time her legs shut, he had only managed to twitch his fingers.
With a smug grin, Reka gave a final squeeze. Beno barely had time to feel it, but he knew. His consciousness, his memories, his soul, they were sucked up her belly, severed from his body permanently.
Reka looked into Beno's eyes triumphantly, like a predator watching its prey draw its last breath. To her surprise, Beno suddenly smiled.
A spent husk of a man suddenly laughing immediately drew everyone's attention.
What is he laughing about? She nearly paused what she was doing to ask him. But she didn't have to.
Because all his thoughts and memories were absorbed into her. She accessed Beno's final thought and became furious.
"AIDS!" Her face grew pale. "How can someone with AIDS break through First Realm?"
Beno died with a smile. The last thing he felt, before the ethereal string snapped, was contentment.