Combined, the 13 elders on the scene had experienced millions of years, each with their own lots of experiences and views. But as Xinzi's baby batter drenched Yuemi's face, all stared slack-jawed, some pinching their mouths as their eyes stretched impossibly.
Yuemi's feral outburst died in her throat. Her jaw dropped in shock, enabling Xinzi's spunk to splash teeth and tongue directly.
"Man, that felt good. Lord-Regent, I now understand why you felt the need to make my Divine Self experience these…mhm…what was the term already? Ah yes, 'mortal indignities.' The Taiyang clan deserves no end of praise for creating this Blissful Extinction Art. As for your modifications, well, let's just say that they're on point." the Blissful Extinction Harvest kicked in, sucking the dragon maid's cultivation into Xinzi's Qi Ocean. With just one pounding session, her cultivation dropped from the peak of the Integration realm, all the way down to the early stage. Our monk didn't attempt to refine it now, keeping it all stored in his Qi Ocean for later use.
Yuemi's tongue flicked across her lips, instinctively relishing in the taste of Xinzi's milk. But here, clarity returned to her confused mind, and she clawed at Xinzi's balls. Hengye Jie's trap pinned the rogue hand down, preventing the murder of Xinzi's family tree.
"AAAAAAARGH!" Overwhelming Divine Light erupted from Yuemi's soul, 100 virtual images of virtuous nuns, ladies and saintesses shifted in the air, each facing Xinzi with aggrieved looks and disappointment.
Before these 100 virtuous figures, Hengye Jie shivered. His eyes shrank into a solemn look, and his hands flashed in a succession of mudras. All retired elders got to work, not daring to underestimate these 100 figures.
Only Xinzi stayed serene. Better, our monk gave the dragon maid's ass cheeks a smack, then lowered her to his left. The loss in cultivation base didn't bother her in the slightest, for from this day onward, she belonged to the Night Slave Hall!
"Lord-Regent, why bother? My Divine Mother didn't teach you this cultivation method so you could abuse your peers. It exists to suppress me—if and only if I go rogue. I have not gone rogue. Meaning that…" Orbs of black lightning formed in the 100 virtuous figures' hands, breaking down into silent vibration waves that spread throughout Yuemi's body. Her limbs turned limp, and she spurted blood.
Hengye Jie, who didn't know that Yuemi's use of this cultivation method was bound by such rules, relaxed immediately. Again, the Greatest One proved that he stayed on Yongye's side, with Yuemi's erratic antics being the sole cause of conflict.
"Only now does My Divine Self realize how deep your love for me is. My heart cannot bear to see you falling apart because of that love, so, I will do my best to ease your sufferings, and visit you in the Shadow Realm. In fact, I will escort you on the way there. Lord-Regent, let's go." Xinzi kneeled before Yuemi, and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her into a gentle hug.
As our monk's head rubbed against Yuemi's chignon, her erratic heart mellowed out. The blood dripping from her lips, the pain tearing through her eyes, it all stopped mattering. And in that instant, the mad regent wanted to believe the embrace genuine. But then the scene changed, a world of darkness took shape around Xinzi and Yuemi. The grumbles of invisible beasts spread throughout the void space, warning Yuemi that, though she could see nothing, packs of treacherous creatures surrounded her from all sides.
Divine chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, suppressing her cultivation base and mobility. Xinzi's gentle smile made way for a cruel grin. His arms tightened around Yuemi's neck. The Blissful Extinction Harvest still operated, making Xinzi's Yang Qi burn so bright that Yuemi, who could only rely on her fleshly body's strength, felt her loins stir and her mind spiral out of control.
"Huff…huff!" Sweat dripped down her forehead, the mad regent panted in Xinzi's arms, gasping for breath as he tightened the hold and choked her with love and care.
"What? I thought this was what you wanted. Hengye Yuemi, I've finally seen the light. Your love for me is both the purest and most intense emotion I've ever felt. I have to reward it with matching intensity. Don't you agree?"
"S…huff! Huff!" Xinzi's hold intensified, and while Yuemi's mortal shell theoretically didn't need to breathe, little by little, the divine chains ate at her blood energy, making her body more vulnerable to the Blissful Extinction Harvest and Xinzi's chokehold.
Yuemi's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her limbs trembling has she wondered if Xinzi would not end-up wrenching her head off her neck.
"What's wrong? I can't hear you. Are you so overwhelmed by this moment that you cannot string together a coherent sentence? Oh, what a lovely woman." Pain, shame, desire, fear and bliss intertwined in the mad-regent's mind, and her tongue lolled out.
"Aah, disgraceful degenerate. In truth, I love degenerates. As a matter of fact, you're probably the reason why I do. After all, you've raised me for 60 years.
But beautiful, to enjoy madness at its finest, we have to stay within acceptable boundaries. You've gone too far. You've always gone too far, and make me want to kill you so bad that you murder all my boners—Heaven knows that's quite the feat," Xinzi whispered in Yuemi's ears, his eyes stretching into a frenzied grin while his grip tightened once more.
"Xiao Hu belongs to me. She's one of my people—MY PEOPLE—mine AND MINE ALONE! Who gave you the audacity to try and mess with her? And you think that's the way to become an immortal part of my heart? Rubbish. My heart is full of moist and gripping cunts. The sizzling curves and tantalizing smiles, the beauties, the pleasures, decadence and carnal thirst, they've occupied and reserved so much space that I have no slot left for those I stomp.
I want to remember them, I swear that I have tried, but I can't. It is the club of the forgotten, and if you want to join it, be my guest, but on the first anniversary of your death, I'll probably be balls-deep in a nun's cunt, my mind locked on her lips, hands stroking her hair lovingly as she sings my name in wanton lust," Xinzi said, and flicked his tongue across Yuemi's ear.
His muscles relaxed, freeing Yuemi from the chokehold that, by now, had left searing red marks on her neck. Her eyes trembled, staring at Xinzi's face, which had reverted to a warm and gentle look. The Lord-Regent looked past the facade, sensing the madness kept suppressed behind the mask of kindness.
"Hengye Yuemi, welcome to the Shadow Realm. May you enjoy your stay. I know that we will meet again, perhaps even before you find a way out of this place. Maybe you have avatars hidden outside, agents that can cooperate with you? It's fine, I don't care—I welcome it all! Let's rumble! And I do hope that by the time we complete our dance, you'll be more than a corpse." Here Xinzi sighed and raised Yuemi's hand, kissing both the back and inside of her palm before stroking her hair one last time.
That done, our monk stood up, and with a smile, vanished from the Shadow Realm—leaving Yuemi alone with an unknown number of grumbling beasts and other torturous devices. Her mind refused to consider the vicious threats, locked on the realization that:
"He is….going insane."