In the highest heaven of the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, the Eternal Dragon Empire ruled over a thousand immortal realms.
And in the most luxurious jade palace of that empire, a seventeen-year-old prince opened his golden eyes for the first time in three years.
Long Chen, ninth prince of the Eternal Dragon Imperial Clan, had been poisoned at birth by a rival empress.
His meridians were shattered.
His Yang root sealed.
His name erased from the clan jade tablet.
Everyone thought he would stay a cripple forever.
Until today.
[DING! Heavenly Yang Emperor System awakened!]
[Host: Long Chen]
[Bloodline: Primordial Dragon God (sealed 99.999%)]
[Cultivation: Mortal Trash (0/100 Yang Qi)]
[Unique Physique: Infinite Yang Spring – every orgasm you give a woman converts her Yin essence into pure Yang Qi for instant realm breakthroughs]
[First mission: Pop the cherry of a milf with Heaven-grade Yin constitution. Reward: unlock Dragon God Yang Root + 1st level of "Nine Heavens Milf-Conquering Sutra"]
Long Chen sat up on his silk bed, felt the dragon between his legs throb like it wanted to tear the heavens apart, and grinned.
"Finally… time to fuck my way back to the throne."
That very night, a woman's fragrance drifted through the cracked window.
Empress Dowager Su Mei, 380 years old, looked 28, widow of the previous emperor, owner of the legendary "Jade Lake Sacred Yin Body".
Her measurements?
34L natural breasts that leaked Phoenix milk when aroused.
A 0.7 waist-to-hip ratio that could make immortals kneel.
And a pussy so perpetually soaked that silk panties were useless—she hadn't worn any in 200 years.
She floated into Long Chen's ruined palace wearing only a transparent ice-silk robe, nipples poking like frozen cherries, thighs glistening.
"Little Ninth… auntie heard you woke up. Let me see if you're still… useful."
Long Chen stood, robe falling open, revealing the dragon that had grown three sizes in one day—twelve inches, thick as a baby's arm, veins pulsing golden.
Su Mei's eyes rolled back.
Her knees hit the floor.
Phoenix milk sprayed through her robe in two perfect arcs.
"By the heavens… it's the Primordial Dragon Yang Root…"
to Qi Condensation in One Thrust
Long Chen didn't waste words.
He grabbed two handfuls of L-cup tits, ripped the robe apart, and threw the empress dowager onto his bed like she weighed nothing.
Legs spread.
Pussy dripping a literal puddle of sacred Yin nectar onto the sheets.
He teased her entrance with the dragon head.
"Beg."
Su Mei, proudest woman in the empire, broke instantly.
"Please, Little Ninth—fuck your auntie's useless milf hole! Fill me with imperial seed! I've been empty for three hundred years!"
One thrust.
Twelve inches disappeared to the hilt.
Her back arched so hard the bed cracked.
[DING! First Heaven-grade Yin harvested!]
[Nine Heavens Milf-Conquering Sutra – Layer 1 activated!]
[Yang Qi +100,000 → Qi Condensation 9th layer instantly!]
[Dragon Yang Root grew +2 inches → 14 inches]
Su Mei screamed as her womb was branded with a golden dragon mark.
Her pussy convulsed, squirting a fountain of Phoenix Yin milk that turned the room into a steaming immortal spring.
Long Chen didn't stop.
He fucked her through seventeen continuous orgasms, each one feeding him a new minor realm, until dawn painted the sky gold and he finally flooded her womb with Yang seed so pure it made her belly glow.
When he pulled out, a thick river of mixed essence poured onto the sheets.
Su Mei collapsed, tongue out, eyes hearts, milk still leaking.
"From today… this widow belongs only to Little Ninth's cock…"
News spread like heavenly fire.
By noon, seven supreme elders of the imperial clan (all peak Immortal King milfs, ages 800–3000, every single one a legendary beauty with tits bigger than spirit treasures) stormed Long Chen's palace.
They sealed the space.
Knelt in a perfect circle.
Ripped off their robes.
Eight pairs of breasts, each pair bigger than the last, all leaking different elemental milks: fire, ice, thunder, void…
The leader, Grand Elder Mu Yanfeng (44P cups, ass so fat it had its own gravity), crawled forward.
"Ninth Prince… the clan needs your Yang root to break through the final bottleneck.
Please… use our old bodies however you want."
Long Chen grinned, dragon rising to a full 18 inches, golden scales appearing along the shaft.
"Line up by cup size.
We're breaking through to Core Formation tonight."
That night, the ruined palace shook so hard it rebuilt itself into a nine-story Yang Pagoda.
Every thrust = one minor realm.
Every creampie = one major realm.
By morning, Long Chen sat on a throne made of eight unconscious milfs stacked like furniture, his cultivation exploding straight into Nascent Soul 3rd layer, dragon cock now 24 inches long and thick as a heavenly pillar.
The system voice rang one last time:
[DING! Hidden bloodline 0.001% unsealed!]
[New title unlocked: Milf-Conquering Young Emperor]
[Next mission: Conquer the Sect Mistress of the Jade Lotus Holy Land – a 5000-year-old busty saintess who hasn't had cock since the primordial era. Reward: unlock Dragon God True Body + permanent 1000% Yang production]
Long Chen stood, naked, cum still dripping from his emperor-level cock, and looked at the horizon where ten thousand immortal sects waited.
"Time to fuck the entire Upper Realm into submission…
one dripping milf pussy at a time."
In the highest heaven, time moved like honey.
Long Chen had been seventeen for three thousand nights, trapped in a dreamless sleep inside a jade coffin of silence.
No meridians.
No Yang.
Only the faint, distant throb of something colossal locked behind his sealed root.
Until tonight.
A single drop of golden dew formed on his lower lip.
Then another.
Then a slow, burning river that slid down his throat and pooled behind his navel.
His eyelashes trembled.
The coffin lid cracked open with the sound of a woman's sigh.
Long Chen opened his eyes and saw her.
Empress Dowager Su Mei stood at the foot of the sarcophagus, bathed in moonlight that turned her ice-silk robe transparent.
The fabric clung to breasts so heavy they swayed with each breath, nipples dark and beaded, leaking two slow tears of Phoenix milk that traced silver paths over her belly and disappeared between thighs that had never closed in three centuries.
She did not speak.
She simply let the robe fall.
The moonlight painted her like a forbidden scripture:
- 34L breasts that rose and fell like twin moons
- waist small enough for a man's hands to circle
- hips that flared into an ass so round it cast its own shadow
- and between them, a sacred mound completely bare, lips glistening, a single pearl of Yin nectar trembling at the entrance like it had been waiting three thousand years for this exact moment.
Long Chen's cock stirred for the first time in forever.
Slow.
Heavy.
Like a dragon waking under silk.
Twelve inches.
Then fourteen.
Then eighteen, rising against his stomach with a pulse that shook the coffin dust from his skin.
Su Mei's knees buckled.
She caught herself on the edge of the sarcophagus, milk spraying in two perfect arcs that splattered across his chest.
"Little Ninth…"
Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with centuries of loneliness.
"Auntie came only to check your pulse… but your Yang fragrance… it's melting me…"
He did not rush.
Long Chen sat up slowly, letting the silk sheet slide from his hips.
The dragon between his legs stood proud, veins glowing faint gold, a bead of Yang dew the size of a pearl balanced on the slit.
Su Mei's breath hitched.
She crawled onto the sarcophagus like a supplicant, knees sinking into three thousand years of dust, until her lips hovered an inch from that single golden drop.
"May I…?" she breathed.
He answered by cupping the back of her head (gentle, reverent) and guiding her down.
Her tongue touched the dew first.
One slow, worshipful lick.
The entire palace trembled.
Phoenix milk gushed from her nipples in thick streams.
Her pussy clenched so hard a ribbon of Yin nectar arced through the air and landed on his thigh with a soft, wet sound.
Long Chen groaned (low, guttural, the first sound he'd made in three years).
Then he began the longest, slowest dual cultivation session the Upper Realm had ever recorded.
He laid her on the cold jade floor.
Kissed every inch of her collarbone while his fingers traced the outer lips of her pussy without entering (feather-light, again and again, until she was sobbing, hips rolling, begging in ancient imperial tongue).
He spent one full hour on her left breast alone:
- circling the areola with the tip of his tongue
- never quite touching the nipple
- until milk beaded, trembled, and finally sprayed across his cheek in a hot, sweet ribbon.
Only then did he latch on and suckle (slow, rhythmic pulls that matched the pulse between her legs).
Su Mei came for the first time without a single finger inside her.
Her back arched off the jade, pussy spasming, squirting a perfect circle of Yin essence that steamed in the moonlight.
And still he did not enter her.
He turned her over.
Kissed down the perfect curve of her spine.
Spent another hour worshipping the swell of her ass (kneading, spreading, licking the dimples above each cheek until she was pushing back, desperate, voice broken).
"Little Ninth… please… I'll die if you don't—"
He silenced her with a single finger pressed to her lips.
Then, finally, when the moon reached its zenith and her pussy was so swollen it glistened like a sacred fruit, he knelt between her thighs.
The dragon head kissed her entrance.
Once.
Retreated.
Twice.
Retreated.
On the third kiss, he pushed in (one single inch).
Su Mei screamed into the jade, milk flooding the floor in rivers.
He held there.
Let her feel the stretch.
Let her walls flutter and weep around that single inch for a hundred breaths.
Then another inch.
Another hundred breaths.
By the time he was halfway inside, dawn was painting the sky pink and Su Mei had cum six times without moving.
When he finally bottomed out (eighteen inches seated fully in the empress dowager's trembling womb), the system voice finally rang, soft and reverent:
[DING… Heaven-grade Yin essence detected…
Nine Heavens Milf-Conquering Sutra – Layer 1…
commencing eternal slow burn…]
Long Chen smiled against her tear-streaked cheek.
"Hold tight, Auntie.
We're going to take nine years to reach the first climax…
and nine thousand more to reach the last."
Outside, the Eternal Dragon Empire trembled, sensing its true emperor had finally begun his ascent (one slow, dripping, milf-worshipping inch at a time).