The Room of Reflections was a windowless chamber deep within the Feng Estate. Every inch of the walls, floor, and ceiling was covered in polished Spirit Mirrors. There was nowhere to look without seeing oneself.
Su Qingyue knelt in the center of the room. She was naked.
It had been two days since the incident in the Yang Pool. Her skin still felt sensitive, her body confusingly responsive to heat. But her mind was still fighting. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look at her reflection—at the red handprints on her breasts, at the bruise on her neck, at the way her nipples were hard despite her fear.
Click.
The door opened.
Feng Wuya walked in, dressed in a loose black training robe. Behind him walked Jiang Li, the assassin. Jiang Li was also naked, save for a leather collar around her neck and a black leather mask. She moved on all fours, crawling behind her master like a loyal hound.
"Open your eyes, Qingyue," Feng Wuya commanded.
Su Qingyue shuddered but obeyed. She saw herself in a thousand mirrors. She looked small, pale, and pathetic.
"Today, we expand your capacity," Feng Wuya said, walking around her. "To be the wife of the Villain, you must be able to take me everywhere. Even the places you think are sacred."
He snapped his fingers. Jiang Li crawled forward, holding a lacquer box on her back.
Feng Wuya opened it. Inside lay a bottle of shimmering, viscous oil and a large object carved from green Spirit Jade.
It was a Anal Plug. But it was thick—grotesquely thick—flaring out at the base into a fox tail made of real fur.
Su Qingyue's eyes widened in horror. She stared at the plug, then at her own rear end reflected in the mirror.
"No..." she whispered, scrambling backward on her knees. "Feng Wuya... that's... that's for excretion! You can't put that inside me! It won't fit!"
"Everything fits if you push hard enough," Feng Wuya said coldly. "Jiang Li, hold her."
"Yes, Master."
Jiang Li moved with a blur of speed. She tackled Su Qingyue, pinning the Holy Maiden's upper body to the mirrored floor. Su Qingyue struggled, kicking her legs, but Jiang Li was a Foundation Establishment cultivator trained in grappling. She twisted Su Qingyue's arm behind her back and pressed her face into the cold glass.
"Don't struggle," Jiang Li whispered into her ear. "It hurts less if you relax your hole."
Feng Wuya walked to Su Qingyue's exposed backside. Her hips were raised in the air, her pristine white buttocks trembling. Between them, her anus was a tight, puckered knot of pink flesh, untouched and innocent.
"A virgin back door," Feng Wuya observed, uncorking the oil. "The tightest path to the soul."
He poured the Sky Serpent Oil over her crack. The liquid was cold and slick. He used two fingers to massage it into her rosebud, circling the rim, pressing down to test the resistance.
"Ah! Don't touch me there!" Su Qingyue cried, her voice muffled by the floor. "It's dirty! It's shameful!"
"It's mine," Feng Wuya corrected.
He plunged one finger inside.
"GAAH!"
Her sphincter clamped down violently, trying to expel the intruder. It was incredibly tight, like a ring of steel.
"Relax," Feng Wuya ordered, adding a second finger. He scissored them inside her, stretching the delicate ring.
Squish. Squelch.
The sound of the oil and the stretching flesh echoed in the silent room. Su Qingyue sobbed, her nails scratching against the mirrors. The sensation was alien—a feeling of fullness and violation that made her stomach churn.
"Prepare the plug," Feng Wuya said.
He withdrew his fingers and grabbed the Jade Fox Tail. He coated the bulbous head in oil.
He placed the tip against her puckered hole.
"Push, Qingyue. If you don't push it out, I'll shove it in all at once and tear you."
Su Qingyue gasped, instinctively bearing down to try and push the object away.
Feng Wuya used that moment to shove.
POP.
The head of the plug breached her sphincter.
"NNNNGGGHHH!" Su Qingyue screamed, a high-pitched, strangled sound.
She felt like she was being split open. The jade was cold and unyielding. It stretched her hole into a perfect circle, the rim turning white from the tension.
Feng Wuya didn't stop. He pushed the thickest part of the shaft in.
Slide... Stretch... THUNK.
The flared base hit her ass cheeks. The plug was fully seated.
Su Qingyue collapsed, panting hysterically. She felt incredibly full. The object was pressing against her prostate wall (or the female equivalent cultivation point), creating a confusing mix of sharp pain and a dull, heavy ache.
"Look at the mirror," Feng Wuya commanded.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so she faced the wall mirror.
"Look at your ass."
Su Qingyue was forced to look. In the reflection, she saw her own white buttocks spread wide by the object. A bushy fox tail now protruded from her anus, twitching slightly as she clenched her muscles.
"You look like a bitch in heat," Feng Wuya insulted her. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes... yes..." she wept. "Take it out... please..."
"Not yet. That was just the warm-up."
Feng Wuya undid his robes. His cock sprang free—a weapon far thicker and hotter than the cold jade plug.
"Jiang Li, pull the plug out."
Jiang Li grabbed the base of the tail. With a sharp yank, she pulled.
SCHLOOP.
The plug came out with a wet sucking sound.
Su Qingyue's hole didn't snap back immediately. It remained gaping open, a red, O-shaped tunnel that twitched spasmodically, dripping with oil and mucus.
"Perfect," Feng Wuya grinned.
He stepped forward and placed the purple, mushroom-shaped head of his cock against her gaping entrance.
"Now for the real thing."
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"No! No, Feng Wuya! It's too big! You'll rip me apart!" Su Qingyue thrashed, terror seizing her. The plug had been bad, but that... that was a monster.
"You are a Cultivator," Feng Wuya growled. "You will heal. Now take it."
He drove his hips forward.
There was no romance. No gentle easing in. He brute-forced his way inside.
TEAR.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Su Qingyue's scream was bloodcurdling. She felt the skin of her anus stretching to its absolute limit, microscopic tears forming as the massive head forced its way past the ring of muscle.
He buried himself inch by inch. It felt like a hot iron stake was being driven up her spine.
"So tight..." Feng Wuya hissed through gritted teeth. "Like a vice..."
He bottoms out. His pubic bone slammed against her buttocks. He was fully inside her back door.
Su Qingyue went limp, her body going into shock from the intensity of the invasion. She couldn't breathe. She felt him deep in her guts, filling spaces that should never be filled.
"Don't pass out," Feng Wuya slapped her ass cheek. SMACK. "Start moving."
He pulled back almost all the way out, then slammed back in.
THWACK.
"Guh!" Su Qingyue grunted, saliva drooling from her mouth.
He began to piston into her. Fast. Hard. Merciless.
Every thrust was a punishment. He was sodomizing the Ice Goddess, defiling her purity in the most primal way possible. He grabbed her waist to stabilize himself and pounded her like a jackhammer.
Clap-clap-clap-clap.
The sound of flesh colliding was wet and loud.
"Look at yourself!" Feng Wuya shouted, pointing at the mirror. "Look at the Holy Maiden getting ass-fucked!"
Su Qingyue saw it. She saw her body jerking with every impact. She saw his thick, brown shaft disappearing and reappearing from her red, swollen asshole. She saw the look of twisted pleasure on his face.
And she saw her own face. It wasn't just pain anymore. Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open. The friction against her G-spot from the internal pressure was starting to trigger nerves she didn't know she had.
"Please... Master... it's too deep..." she moaned, the honorific slipping out for the first time.
"Master?" Feng Wuya caught it. He grinned savagely. "That's right. I own this hole. I own this ass."
He sped up. He was relentless. He churned her insides, re-arranging her guts.
"I'm going to mark you inside, Qingyue. Everyone will know you're damaged goods."
He felt the climax building. The tightness of her ass was milking him dry.
"Jiang Li! Spread her cheeks! I want to see it go in!"
Jiang Li moved to the side, grabbing Su Qingyue's buttocks and pulling them apart, giving Feng Wuya a clear, unobstructed path.
"Take my Yang! Take it in your shitter!"
Feng Wuya slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt.
"RRAAAH!"
He unleashed a massive load.
Su Qingyue's eyes rolled back. The sensation of the hot semen flooding her rectum was overwhelming. It felt like boiling lava filling her up, inflating her belly.
"NNNGGGGHHH!"
She convulsed, her sphincter clamping down on his throbbing cock, trapping him inside as he pulsed again and again.
Feng Wuya stayed there for a long time, panting, letting every drop soak into her.
Finally, he pulled out.
POP.
The sound was audible.
Su Qingyue collapsed face-first onto the mirrored floor.
Her anus was a mess. It was red, swollen, and gaping wide open. Thick white semen mixed with the clear oil bubbled out of the hole, dripping down her thighs. It refused to close.
Feng Wuya stood over her, wiping himself with a silk cloth. He looked at the reflection of her ruined backside.
"Get the collar," he ordered Jiang Li.
Jiang Li handed him a collar made of black Spirit Iron, studded with diamonds.
Feng Wuya knelt down and buckled it around Su Qingyue's neck. Click.
"From today on," he whispered into her ear as she lay crying in her own fluids, "you belong to the kennel. Clean yourself up. We have a tournament to attend tomorrow."
He stood up and walked to the door.
"And Qingyue?"
Su Qingyue looked up, her eyes broken, mascara running down her face.
"Don't bother trying to clench. I like it loose."