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As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a hot, hard object press against her slick, messy entrance. The thick, veined head of Mo Bai's cock nudged against her swollen, dripping pussy lips, parting them slightly and coating itself in her abundant nectar. The scorching heat of his glans burned against her sensitive folds, making her tiny entrance flutter in anticipation.
Without any warning, without any further foreplay, Mo Bai's waist sank, and he entered that tight, warm space already prepared for him, crudely and completely. His massive, rock-hard shaft stretched her narrow, virgin-tight channel to its absolute limit, the bulging head forcing its way deep until it kissed her cervix in one brutal thrust. Xiao Wu felt an overwhelming tearing sensation as her petite pussy was pried open wider than it had ever been; the thick girth scraped roughly against every sensitive fold and ridge inside her, igniting explosive sparks of pleasure-pain that shot straight to her brain. The sudden fullness was so intense it felt like her lower belly was being stuffed to the brim, her inner walls stretched thin and taut around the invading cock, every throbbing vein on his shaft dragging along her slick, convulsing flesh and sending violent waves of ecstasy through her body.
"Ah—!!!" Xiao Wu let out a high-pitched scream that was either pain or extreme joy. The sensation of her body being completely stretched open and filled was so vivid it instantly surpassed all previous emptiness and itching. That passage, though fully lubricated and expanded by the "Spring Stream" soul skill, still felt the swelling pain of intrusion, but it was accompanied more by an indescribable satisfaction of being completely possessed. Her tiny pussy lips were stretched thin around the thick invading cock, the pink flesh gripping and pulsing visibly. Deep inside, the blunt head of his cock pressed firmly against her immature cervix, creating a dull, pleasurable ache that mixed with the burning friction along her entire channel.
Mo Bai gave her no time to adapt and immediately began a fierce thrusting. His movements were wide and powerful; every stroke hit heavily against the deepest part, his scrotum slapping against Xiao Wu's buttocks with a crisp sound of clashing flesh. He used one hand to tightly encircle Xiao Wu's waist and pin her down, while his other hand reached around to the front, once again forcefully kneading her softness that wobbled from the impact and pinching the standing red buds. Her small breasts bounced wildly with each powerful thrust, the soft flesh jiggling lewdly as he twisted her sensitive nipples.
"Ugh! Ah! Teacher! Too deep... ah!" Xiao Wu's screams and cries were shattered by the impacts. Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her; pleasure was like a tsunami, one wave crashing before the last had subsided. Her sensitivity, enhanced several times by "Charm Bone," made every friction and every thrust bring a continuous current that almost burned out her brain. Meanwhile, "Spring Stream" not only made the entry incredibly smooth, but its warm, tight suction and writhing continuously intensified the pleasure for both parties. Her inner walls rippled and sucked desperately around his pistoning cock, milking him with wet, obscene squelching sounds as her juices frothed and sprayed with every withdrawal. Each powerful thrust made her feel like her insides were being rearranged; the heavy impacts against her cervix sent jolts of deep, womb-shaking pleasure that made her toes curl and her vision flash white. The mix of burning stretch, delicious friction, and the soul-enhanced oversensitivity turned every single movement into mind-melting bliss, causing her to squirt small bursts of hot girl-cum around his cock with almost every deep plunge.
She could feel Mo Bai's member inside her, entering and exiting fiercely, the coarse friction passing over every inch of her sensitive inner walls. Soul power surged wildly within her body along with the intense movements and the accumulation of pleasure. The two yellow soul rings emerged uncontrollably by her feet, flickering unsteadily with the rhythm of Mo Bai's thrusts, as if recording this "functional verification," and acting as two shameful, decadent halos tailored specifically for her. Her long rabbit ears flopped and twitched uncontrollably with each brutal slam, her cute face twisted in overwhelming ecstasy—eyes rolled back, tongue slightly lolling, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
Mo Bai's breathing gradually became heavy as well. The tightness, heat, and active suction-entwinement of Xiao Wu's internal body, combined with the burning and trembling of her skin outside, and those broken cries of complete submission, constituted an ultimate enjoyment. He thrust even more forcefully, as if trying to completely drill through this warm, soft body beneath him and stamp it with his own mark. The heavy slapping of his balls against her clit sent extra sparks of pleasure through her with every impact.
"Remember this feeling," Mo Bai's voice, carrying suppressed gasps, rang in her ear like a devil's whisper. "Your soul rings, your soul skills, every reaction of your body exists to please me. This is your value, your meaning."
"Yes! Yes! I am Teacher's... tool... ah ah ah... so good... I'm going to be broken by Teacher..." Xiao Wu's consciousness was already blurred, leaving only the most instinctive responses and endurance. Climaxes swept over her one after another; her body was like a small boat in a storm, able only to toss violently with Mo Bai's movements. Her soul power almost went out of control in the ultimate pleasure, and the light of the two soul rings flickered faster and faster. Her petite body convulsed repeatedly, squirting hot girl-cum around his thrusting cock in rhythmic gushes that soaked both their joined sexes and dripped loudly onto the blanket. Each climax made her tight channel clamp down violently, rippling and massaging his cock as if trying to suck out every drop of his essence.
Finally, with a low growl, Mo Bai injected his hot essence deep into the furthest depths of Xiao Wu's body. At that moment, Xiao Wu also welcomed her most intense climax; her vision went blank, her body tensed, and then she collapsed completely, leaving only unconscious spasms and sobs. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking every last drop of his thick, creamy cum as it flooded her womb, the excess mixing with her own fluids and bubbling out around his still-buried shaft. The hot, thick spurts of semen painting her inner walls sent aftershocks of pleasure crashing through her, making her feel utterly claimed and filled to overflowing.
Mo Bai withdrew, and the milky mixed liquid immediately overflowed slowly from her swollen entrance. Xiao Wu slumped on her knees on the blanket, her whole body covered in sweat and various fluids, her eyes hollow, with only her chest still heaving violently. Her gaping little pussy twitched open and closed, pushing out thick globs of white semen that ran down her thighs in obscene rivers.
Mo Bai took her arm and flipped her over to face him. Xiao Wu looked at him with vacant eyes, her face a mixture of tears, sweat, and saliva. Her adorable bunny-like features were completely ruined by lust—cheeks flushed dark red, lips swollen and shiny, large eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Use your soul power," Mo Bai commanded, his finger dipping into a bit of the mixed liquid between her legs and smearing it on her lips. "Absorb it slowly. This is the nourishment of 'Spring Stream,' and my mark."
Xiao Wu acted dazed, then submissively and instinctively mobilized her remaining soul power, concentrating it in her abdomen. A faint warm current dissolved there, bringing a strange sense of satisfaction, mending her exhausted body and branding a deeper level of connection into the very source of her soul power.
Once all this was done, her last bit of strength was exhausted. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and her body slumped onto the messy blanket at Mo Bai's feet, curling up like an exhausted rabbit that had finally found its nest, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Bai stood beside her, looking down. The girl's naked body was covered in his finger marks and kiss marks (not described in detail during the process, but present), her crotch was a mess, and two yellow soul rings rotated slowly around her, their light dim yet exceptionally submissive. Her petite, sweat-glistened form looked utterly debauched—small breasts marked with red handprints, slender waist bruised from his grip, and her thoroughly used pussy still leaking his seed in slow, creamy dribbles.
He leaned over, picked her up, and placed her on a simple small bed nearby, pulling a blanket over her. Then, he walked back to the window, pulled back a sliver of the curtain, and looked out at the pitch-black night sky.
Notting City was silent. Tang San, Tang Hao—those original trajectories no longer had anything to do with him.
His fingers unconsciously twisted, reminiscing about the ultimate tight and warm sensation from just now, and the pleasure of soul power being distorted and cast under specific rules.
The first "work," the core "vessel-slave," had completed its preliminary casting and recognition of master. Her soul rings, her body, her soul, had all been stamped with a unique brand serving his desires.
Mo Bai's gaze crossed the low walls of Notting City, casting toward the distant and dark horizon. There were more shining "starlight," more "materials" gifted with talent, beauty, and strength.
His experiment, his collection, had only just begun.
The wind outside the window seemed to carry a hint of the metallic scent of future blood and slaughter, or perhaps it was just the chill of the night. He let go of the curtain, turned, and walked back to the bedside, looking at the way Xiao Wu still slightly frowned in her sleep yet instinctively curled toward his direction.