Chapter 628- Disciples watches as they Melt
Song Li followed. Her tall, slim body emerged from her robes — small, pointed tits with tiny brown nipples, a flat stomach, narrow hips. Her pubic hair was black and thick, a dense triangle covering her mound.
Her armpits were dark with hair. Her thighs were long and lean. Her pussy lips were visible through the hair — thin, tight, slightly pink.
Xu Ran was defiant. She stripped with sharp, angry movements — her muscular body revealed in chunks. Her heavy tits were large and round, the nipples dark and wide, the areolae puckered.
Her stomach was muscular, her thighs thick and strong.
Her pubic hair was a dense black bush, covering her mound entirely and spreading down her inner thighs. Her armpits were unshaven, dark patches visible. Her pussy lips were thick and full, visible through the hair.
One by one, the disciples stripped.
Bodies emerged. Young and old. Thick and thin. Tits of every size and shape — small and puffy with tiny pink nipples, large and heavy with wide dark nipples, medium and round with stiff brown nipples, enormous and hanging with large puckered areolae. Pussies of every variety — some covered in thick forests of dark hair, some with sparse blonde curls, some bare and smooth, some with the lips hidden entirely beneath the hair, some with the lips visible and parted and glistening.
Armpits were bared — hairy, shaved, stubbled. Thighs were exposed — thin, thick, muscular, soft. Asses were shown — small and tight, large and wide, round and heavy.
Over a hundred naked women stood on the training ground. Their hands tried to cover their tits and pussies. Their faces burned. Their bodies trembled in the morning air. The stone beneath their feet was cold. The mountain wind touched every bare inch of their skin.
They looked at the elders — at the sect leader — standing naked on the platform. Their hairy pussies visible, their heavy tits bare, their thighs wet with the evidence of what the ancestor’s cultivation method entailed.
"Why are they wet?" Jia Ying whispered to Song Li, her hands cupping her blonde-furred mound. "Their thighs. The elders. Look at Elder Yaochi — she’s dripping. And Elder Mingyu — her thighs are soaked. Why?"
"I don’t know," Song Li whispered back, her arm across her small pointed tits. "But — look at your own thighs."
Jia Ying looked down. Her own thighs — smooth and pale — were glistening. A thin line of moisture ran from her blonde-furred pussy to her knee. Her virgin cunt was wet. Soaked. The pheromone-rich air of the training ground — saturated by the Horny God Physique’s residual energy radiating from the elders who had been fucked by Tianlong — was affecting her.
Her body was responding. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her pussy was swollen and slick. Her clit throbbed beneath its hood. And she couldn’t stop it.
She pressed her thighs together. The pressure sent a jolt of heat through her cunt. She gasped.
"I’m — I’m wet too," she whispered, horrified.
"Me too," Song Li said. Her small tits were heaving, the tiny brown nipples stiff. "I can feel it. My — my pussy is — something is happening —"
"The ancestor’s qi," Xu Ran said from behind them, her heavy tits bare, her hands on her hips, her muscular body unashamed. Her dark nipples were hard, her thick bush visible, her thick pussy lips glistening. "The elders carry it. His divine energy. It’s in their bodies — in their skin, their sweat, their breath. Being near them is — it’s affecting us. Making us —"
She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to. Every woman on the training ground could feel it. The heat. The wetness. The swelling of their pussies, the hardening of their nipples, the involuntary clenching of their cunts around nothing.
Over a hundred naked, trembling, aroused women stood on the stone. Their bodies bare. Their pussies wet. Their tits exposed. Their minds confused and frightened and — despite everything — hungry.
And then he arrived.
Tianlong descended from the sky.
He dropped from the mountain peak like a falling star, his golden qi blazing, his massive frame cutting through the morning air. He landed on the stone platform beside the sect leader with a sound like a thunderclap. The impact sent a shockwave of divine qi rippling outward, washing over every naked woman on the training ground.
The effect was instantaneous.
Jia Ying’s knees buckled. Her hands flew from her tits and pussy to the stone wall beside her, catching herself, her round face white. Her small pink nipples were so hard they ached. Her blonde-furred pussy gushed — a visible spurt of fluid running down her inner thigh. Her virgin cunt clenched, the walls contracting in desperate, involuntary pulses. Her clit throbbed so hard she could feel it pulsing against her sparse pubic hair.
Song Li gasped. Her small, pointed tits swelled — the tiny brown nipples extending, stiffening, the areolae tightening. Her black-furred pussy leaked, the thin lips parting, the pink interior glistening. Her hips tilted forward involuntarily, her body presenting itself to the source of the qi.
Xu Ran — defiant, muscular Xu Ran — went rigid. Her heavy tits heaved, the dark nipples hard enough to cut glass. Her thick, black-furred pussy clenched, the thick lips parting, the arousal running in visible streams down her muscular thighs. Her hands gripped her own thighs, her fingers digging into the flesh, her jaw clenched so hard her teeth creaked.
Over a hundred naked women convulsed on the training ground. Their pussies gushed. Their tits swelled. Their nipples hardened. Their bodies arched and trembled and presented themselves to the divine qi radiating from the ancestor’s body.
’What — what is this — my body — my pussy is on fire — I’m wet — I’m so wet — I can feel it running down my legs — my nipples — they hurt — they’re so hard — what’s happening to me —’
’I’ve never felt like this — I’ve never been this wet — my cunt is throbbing — it’s empty — it needs — it needs something inside it —’
’The qi — it’s in the air — it’s on my skin — I can taste it — it tastes like honey and lightning and something darker — something that makes my womb ache —’
’He’s — he’s looking at us — he can see us — he can see our tits — our pussies — everything — and I can’t cover myself — my hands won’t move — my body won’t obey —’
The disciples who had been trying to cover themselves — arms across tits, hands over pussies — found their arms dropping. Not by choice. By the qi.
The divine energy pushed their arms down, opened their thighs, arched their backs. Their bodies were being positioned by the Horny God Physique’s aura — opened, presented, offered.
And then they saw him.
Tianlong stood on the platform. Naked.
His body was a sculpture of divine muscle — broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, a chest like armor plates, abdominals carved in deep relief, a six-pack that looked forged from gold-tinted bronze.
His arms were thick, corded with muscle, the veins visible beneath the skin. His legs were tree trunks — massive, powerful, the thighs thicker than most men’s waists.
And between his legs — his cock.
It hung flaccid. Soft. And even soft, it was enormous. The shaft was thick — thicker than a woman’s wrist — the girth of a substantial cucumber.
The head was crimson, broad, the foreskin pulled back enough to expose the crown.