Chapter 598- Harsh Reality of Cultivation World
He pulled out of Meihua’s anal.
His cock, still hard, glistened with the evidence of four holes. He looked down at the two women stacked beneath him — mother and daughter, pregnant and marked, destroyed and rebuilt and destroyed again.
"You are mine," he said.
"Yes," they whispered together.
"Yours," Lihua sobbed.
"Only yours," Meihua gasped.
He came one last time.
The seed shot across both their backs in thick, white ropes, marking them as his property. The pheromones in his cum activated their Plum Blossom bases simultaneously, sending pink-gold light blazing through their skin.
Lihua twitched violently.
The divine seed coating her back was still warm, the pink-gold light of her activated cultivation base flickering erratically across her milky skin. Her pregnant belly rose and fell with shallow, desperate breaths. The baby inside kicked once, twice, then went still.
Tianlong looked down at her.
His gold-crimson eyes tracked the dome of her womb with an expression that was not pleasure. It was evaluation. And the evaluation found the contents lacking.
Meihua pushed herself up from her mother’s back.
Her small tits were slick with sweat and seed. Her pussy and anal both gaped, leaking his divine cum onto the grass. She looked at Tianlong with the dazed, worshipful eyes of a woman who had been fucked into submission and was now ready to accept anything.
"Master," she whispered. "Is Mother... will she be alright?"
Tianlong did not answer.
He knelt beside Lihua. His large hand pressed against her pregnant belly. The taut skin was warm, the life inside palpable. He pushed down.
Lihua’s eyes snapped open.
"NNNGH~!!" she gasped, her body convulsing. "MASTER~!! WHAT~!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING~!!"
Meihua scrambled forward.
"Wait," she trembled. "What are you—"
Tianlong spread Lihua’s legs with brutal efficiency. The ropes had vanished, but her thick thighs fell open with the exhausted compliance of a woman who had lost all will to resist. He positioned himself between them, his cock—still hard, still twelve inches of thick, dark-veined divine steel—pressing against her swollen, cum-slicked entrance.
"This punk in your belly," he said, his voice flat and cold. "I will not raise another man’s trash. I will not take a cunt that carries village seed and call it mine."
Lihua’s eyes went wide.
"No," she breathed. "No, Master, please—my baby—"
He slammed.
PAH!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
The thrust was different from the others. It was not for pleasure. It was for destruction. His cockhead punched through her healed cervix with the brutal, deliberate force of a weapon, entering her womb not to fuck but to purge.
Lihua’s back arched off the grass.
Her pregnant belly heaved upward, the dome of her womb distorting under the pressure. The baby inside kicked violently, responding to the crushing intrusion. Her hands clawed at the grass. Her enormous tits swung in wild arcs, milk spraying from the stiff nipples in pressurized streams.
"MASTER~!! PLEASE~!! YOU’RE CRUSHING~!! YOU’RE CRUSHING MY WOMB~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
"I am crushing what is inside it," he said.
He grabbed her knees and pushed them back toward her shoulders, folding her pregnant body in half. Her belly pressed between her thighs, the dome of her womb exposed and vulnerable. He drove deeper.
PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"AAANGHH~!! OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! IT HURTS~!! IT HURTS~!! THE BABY~!! YOU’RE KILLING THE BABY~!!"
"Yes," he said.
His hips blurred. The rapid, devastating thrusts hammered against the back of her womb, each impact sending shockwaves through the fluid-filled chamber. Lihua’s mouth gaped open in a continuous, silent scream. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out. Her thick body shook with the violence of being used as a vessel for murder.
Meihua watched.
Her hands were pressed against her own mouth. Her eyes were wide, streaming tears. "Mother," she whispered. "Mother..."
PAH PAH PAAH! PAAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Something shifted inside Lihua’s belly.
The dome of her womb convulsed. A wet, catastrophic sound emerged from deep within her stretched cunt. Tianlong pulled back slightly, his cockhead scraping the walls of her womb, and then drove forward with a final, crushing thrust.
PAH!
Lihua’s body went rigid.
Her back arched in a perfect bow, her pregnant belly pressing upward, her enormous tits flattening against her chest. Her mouth opened in a scream that had no sound. And then—
He pulled out.
His cock emerged slick with blood and fluid and the remnants of her womb’s contents. In his hand, he held what he had extracted.
The baby.
Small, wet, covered in blood and amniotic fluid. The umbilical cord still attached, trailing back into Lihua’s gaping, ruined cunt. It was not breathing. Its tiny chest was still. The violent fucking had crushed the life from it before it ever drew breath.
Lihua collapsed.
Her eyes were open but empty. Her body twitched in the grass, her pussy leaking a continuous stream of blood and seed and womb-fluid. Her enormous tits heaved with sobs that had no voice.
"Mother~!!" Meihua screamed.
She crawled to her mother’s side, her hands reaching for the dead infant in Tianlong’s grip. "What have you done~!! Master~!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE~!!"
Tianlong looked at the tiny corpse.
His expression did not change. He held it up, the blood dripping from its small form onto the grass. "This," he said, "is what weakness looks like. This is what happens when you let village dogs plant their seed in your womb."
He closed his hand.
The sound was wet and crushing. The tiny body collapsed under his grip, bones snapping, flesh compressing. Blood poured between his fingers in thick, hot streams. He squeezed until the form was unrecognizable, until it was simply a mass of red pulp and white bone fragments.
Then he opened his hand.
The blood did not fall. It hovered. It spun. It compressed under the pressure of his divine qi, condensing, refining, transforming. The red became darker, denser, until it was no longer blood but a single, crimson pill the size of a fingernail. It pulsed with a dark, malevolent light.
Meihua stared.
Her face was pale. Her lips trembled. "Master..."
He turned to her.
"There is something you both have been missing," he said. "Something fundamental. You think I am here to save you. To heal you. To make you whole." He stepped toward her, the pill resting in his palm. "I am not here to favor mortals. I am not here to play the benevolent god."