"Huff huff aahm~ nghh~ deeper... please, Arthur, stretch me harder!"
In a luxurious bedroom, a slender jade-like beauty was panting like a beast in heat as she was ruthlessly back-blown, her plump ass clapping with every brutal thrust.
She possessed the peerless beauty of a runway model, but her drooling, tongue-lolling ahegao expression made her look like a depraved lust demon begging for meat.
"N-no... th-this can't be happening..."
A few meters away, bound by supreme magic chains, was a pitiful young man named Kaizen.
He could not move an inch, forced to watch his wife's tight jade cave get utterly destroyed and stuffed by another man's heavenly pillar.
Tears streamed down his face. His eyes had lost all their light, resembling a dead fish.
"Stop it... please... just stop it..."
His pitiful words were like farting against the wind.
Arthur ruthlessly kneaded Lilian's massive, bouncing jade peaks, slamming his meat-pillar into her so hard it lifted her off the mattress.
He gripped her waist and buried his length to the hilt. The obscene, wet smacks of flesh slapping flesh echoed like heavenly thunderclaps.
Arthur was a handsome hero, but right now he was a rutting beast claiming Kaizen's wife!
"Aaaah! Yes! Arthur! Pump your boiling hot seeds into my womb! Wreck my guts like the shameless, cock-hungry slut I am!"
"Honestly, I've been waiting for this thick rod since the wedding night... to make him watch this scene!"
Lilian screamed as her back arched, her sopping wet jade cave ruthlessly milking Arthur's throbbing heavenly pillar in a tight embrace.
They dual-cultivated like animals for ten more minutes before Arthur roared to the heavens, emptying loads of thick, scalding seeds deep into the quivering beauty's breeding cavern.
She squirted her own yin nectar, achieving a mind-melting supreme orgasm with a violent tremble, falling forward onto the bed in utmost, ruined pleasure.
Of course, this shameless slut was Kaizen's wife, and the handsome man was his sworn brother, Arthur!
Kaizen gritted his teeth, vomiting three liters of blood!
Suddenly, a terrifying blood-red light ignited in his previously dead eyes.
"I swear, if the heavens give me another chance, I will exterminate your nine generations and torture your souls before killing you!"
"Oh? See that, Lilian? Your trash husband thinks he's a Heaven's Chosen now! Ha ha ha!"
Arthur snorted coldly, slapping Lilian's bouncing rear. Lilian laughed wildly like a blooming flower.
They weren't worried. Their sinister plot had been brewing for months. Kaizen would die today, and his 'Eye of a Devil' artifact would change owners!
Lilian looked at her pathetic husband as if looking at a pile of dog shit.
"That is what a real man's massive root feels like, not yours. Yours is just a pathetic, shriveled little meat-worm of a peanut that couldn't even stretch a virgin, let alone give me a fake climax."
"Do you know how easy it was? You were snoring like a pig while I was right next door screaming Arthur's name and taking every inch of him!"
Kaizen's heart completely shattered. He could only cry tears of blood and glare.
"M-my friends... they will kill you both! They'll be here any second!"
Arthur threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
"You mean the friends that gifted me these magic chains? The ones liquidating your sect's assets?"
"The friends that massacred your entire family while you were playing the righteous hero?"
"Pff ha ha ha! They aren't coming to save you, you trash. They're coming to celebrate!"
Hearing this, Kaizen coughed up another mouthful of blood. The hatred in his heart could incinerate the nine heavens!
Arthur walked forward and grabbed Kaizen by the hair, yanking his head back.
"You were always so stuck up, Kaizen. Refusing to ascend to the Mid Realm because you wanted to play king in this trash heap comfort zone. Well, look at you now. You're the weakest dog in the pound!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Arthur ruthlessly slapped Kaizen's face, but Kaizen only glared. He refused to give this dog the satisfaction of crying out.
"We needed the Eye of the Devil. Since you wouldn't give it up, we took your wife, your wealth, your family... and now, your dog life."
Arthur licked his lips. "Lilian really is a top-tier cauldron. I'll keep her as my main pet in the Mid Realm."
"Ptuiii!"
Arthur spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto Kaizen's face.
Lilian walked over, completely naked, her plump thighs absolutely slathered in Arthur's thick essence, dripping shamelessly onto the floor.
"Farewell, Kaizen. You had no money to buy me treasures, and no real meat to plug my holes. You toad lusting after swan meat."
"Dying is the most productive thing you've done in your entire life."
Kaizen's tears dried up. Only killing intent remained.
If he got a second chance, he would extract their souls and refine them for a thousand years!
"Head my words! When the sky turns red and the—"
"Courting death! Talk less!"
Swish!
Arthur swung his blade. Kaizen's head flew into the air like a bloody fountain. His final vision was the adulterous dogs laughing over his corpse.
[System Initialization...]
[Detection of immense hatred...]
[Eye of the Devil activated...]
[Do you wish to live?]
'Is that even a question?! I'll crawl out of the netherworld to rip their dog heads off!'
Kaizen's consciousness faded to black. He would make them regret having eyes but failing to see Mt. Tai!
"Yes..."
[Transferring consciousness...]
. .. ...
Somewhere in the lower realm, in the dead of night, a young man's eyes snapped open!
He tried to suck in air, but his windpipe was crushed!
"Krgghh!"
Kaizen thrashed wildly. He quickly realized he was floating in mid-air. Grabbing the rough texture around his neck, his soul nearly scattered in fright.
It was a noose!
He wasn't floating. This trash body was hanging from the ceiling! It was a suicide!
'Is this a heavenly joke?! I just died and now I'm dying again?!'
Kaizen's legs kicked at the empty air. This was definitely not the glorious rebirth of a peerless expert!
He tried to use raw strength to rip the hemp rope, but his heart turned cold.
This body was complete garbage! It hadn't even awakened yet!
"Dammit! An unawakened trash body! What the hell! Krgg!"
His vision blurred. He was a Level 45 warrior in his past life, but now moving felt like lifting a mountain.
'Transmigrating is supposed to give me a cheat code or a boon! This is just a death sentence! Is this my starter quest or something!'
His lungs burned. If he didn't escape, he would be the first transmigrator to die twice in one incense stick of time.
'NO! I refuse to fall to a mortal rope! Never!'
Burning his final drop of life essence, he reached up and gripped the rope above his head.
He lifted his legs with the strength of a dying dragon until his toes brushed the base of the ceiling fan.
'Just a little... krggh!'
He gritted his teeth, unleashing his latent potential.
His feet hooked onto a fan blade. He hugged it like a koala clinging to a tree.
The pressure on his neck eased. A tiny gasp of air rushed into his lungs.
He was dangling from a ceiling fan like a salted fish, but he was alive.
'Hmph. Step one is surviving. Step two is finding that slut Lilian and showing her what a real peanut looks like buried in her throat.'
He let out a raspy laugh. He was weak, but his eyes glowed with demonic red light.
'I am a peerless genius. Arthur would have choked like a dog, but my heart is unshakeable.'
He started to shimmy up, ready to unhook the noose and drop down in a heaven-defying posture.
Creeeeak.
The tiny sound echoed in the room like a death knell. Kaizen froze.
He looked up at the ceiling fan bracket. It was wobbling.
'Wait. No. Heavens, please.'
Creeak. Snap. POP.
"Motherfuc—"
The entire ceiling fan was uprooted from the plaster!
Instead of a graceful descent, Kaizen became a human anchor for a ten-pound artifact.
CRASH!
He smashed into the floor. The heavy fan landed squarely on his chest.
The noose was still tight around his neck, but it was now just a very heavy dog collar.
He laid there, his ribs shattered, smelling the burnt dust of the fan motor.
'Seriously?! You couldn't fall two minutes ago?! You waited until I exhausted my energy?!'
He coughed violently, pushing the junk artifact off his chest.
"Stupid... mortal... trash..."
He ripped the noose off his head and threw it away with extreme prejudice.
'This body is trash. The artifacts are trash. This entire realm is trash!'
Once he stopped seeing double, he staggered toward a full-body mirror like a drunken immortal.
In the moonlight, his reflection was a tragedy. He was a walking corpse.
He was 6'2'', but his ribs stuck out like a bamboo flute.
He was pale as a ghost, with messy black hair and blood-red eyes that made him look like a demonic cultivator on a rampage.
Then, his gaze drifted downward. He stared at the flat space under his cheap trousers.
"..."
Lilian's demonic voice echoed in his spiritual sea.
"Yours is just a little peanut that can't even give me a fake climax!"
Kaizen sucked in a breath of cold air. No man deserved this heavenly psychological castration.
So what if it was only 0.3 inches?! The Dao of Dual Cultivation relies on rhythm and tongue techniques!
He could piston that little meat-twig with the speed of a phantom sword until her jade gates went completely numb!
'Where is the justice in the heavens?! Diversity of meat roots should be celebrated!'
Just because there were "cucumber-wielding" peerless experts didn't mean "peanut gunmens" should be mocked!
'I curse those monstrously endowed, horse-cocked bastards! Especially the author of The Harem System Belongs to the Villain! His heavenly meat-pillar is thicker than my thigh! It completely disrupts the balance of the universe!'
He fumed at the sheer injustice.
He remembered a very legitimate, totally-not-made-up study that concluded people with peanuts actually satisfy women way better than guys dragging around a useless log of a cucumber.
It was pure science. Trust him.
He knew the author of the study personally, and no, the author wasn't a member of the "Small Seed Society," and Kaizen wasn't either.
They were just men of logic.
Kaizen took a deep breath, looked to the left, then to the right, and slowly gripped his waistband.
With a heart beating like a drum, he pulled the fabric back and gazed down into the abyss, praying for a miracle.
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[A/N: Obviously, this is a smut novel. No cap. Tons and tons of smut. So, turn your damn brains off. This is a power-fantasy smut novel, by a degenerate, for degenerates. Just enjoy it. Stroke your little brother responsibly.]