A Fathers Wrath

---D-Day+198, Siesic 9th, Monday Afternoon---

---Beiguang, Lanyun Palace---

"Ah♡" "Ooh♡" "Ng♡"

*fwop* *smak* *fwop*

Peng Yiuyi's labia is stretching to its limits to fit my cock. Each thrust kisses the cervix. Pleasure and pain jolting through the collapsed woman in front of me. Only her knees and my grip keeps those red swollen asscheeks high enough to receive this pounding. Regularly give them another slap so they stay raw and tender.

"Mm♡" "Gu♡"

Almost two eight-hours ago this auntie's "session" started. And her brain left the building an hour ago. All that's left is an animal in heat. The need to breed overriding any other possible thought. Milf's lust drunk mind is buzzing. Tingling. Lost in a world where the only god is my dick. And she wants nothing more than to worship it.

Forever. 

[Peach Blossom Planting]

*splurt*

"NNNGG♡"

Ropes of sperm swell her already flooded vagina and uterus. Setting off the milf's thirteenth earth shaking orgasm today.

*sploosh* *splat*

Pull out, letting her pelvis join the rest of Mrs Peng's flushed wet quivering body on the sticky drenched sheets.

Standing beside the bed I observe my handiwork with pride. Yes, could be using the fifth realm technique¹Celestial Peach Blossom Harvest instead. But since I'm, technically, only 3rd realm²Zhuji (筑基) Foundation Establishment myself? It costs a lot more mana-er, I mean, qi. So using the third realm pelvic thrust technique is cheaper and still plenty effective on these love starved aunties.

Of course I didn't fuck her on my bed. That stupidly huge thing is upstairs. Nope this is one of the "examination" rooms. Converted guest apartments. This one's for women needing, ahem, help cultivating. Still ain't small by any means. More like a xianxia penthouse suite than doctor's office. But the space is needed.

Can't send her home looking like *splurt* this. The humiliation. The scandal. The audacity. The unmitigated gall. Etc, etc, couldn't care less.

But they care, a lot. So these rooms have the staff and bath to clean up afterwards. And even during. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge.

The soaked bed built for two is in the middle of an oriental looking chamber done up with lots of reds and blues. Plus greens. A freaking shit ton of greens. I guess green m&m's really are universal.

Maids surround our hump bunk. All female, naturally. Several sneakily masturbate as they watch me ravage my latest victim-er, I mean, patient.

*chu* *shlurp*

"Feel the master's seed." "Focus on its warmth." ""Welcome him into yourself.""

On the other side of the bed, Odaline³Name: Odaline Barton | Jon's Harem: 2nd Concubine | Gender: Female | Race: Human | Culture: Tourinese | Height: 5’9” | Age: 29 | Eyes: Brown | Hair: Blonde(Long Straight) | Skin: Fair | Face: Heart | Breasts: E-cup(Side set) | Body: Top Hourglass(Thick) | Butt: Round(Large) | Profession: Magic Teacher(Bronze) | Magic School: Earth(mst) | Weapon: Rapier(int) | Daoist: Lianti(Body Refining) Houqi(Late-stage) | Status: Half-dead(Margo) | Formerly: Professor(Stormgarde), Detlev Wepper(ex-fiance, deceased) | Nicknames: Oda, Oda-Mar and Simone⁴Name: Simone Barton | Jon's Harem: 3rd Concubine | Gender: Female | Race: Human | Culture: Tourinese | Height: 5’5” | Age: 24 | Eyes: Blue | Hair: Black(Long Straight) | Skin: Beige | Face: Diamond | Breasts: C-cup(Tear drop) | Body: Hourglass(Juicy) | Butt: Heart(Thick) | Profession: Magic Teacher(Bronze) | Magic School: Light(adv) | Weapon: Handax(int), Dagger(bsc) | Daoist: Lianti(Body Refining) Houqi(Late-stage) | Status: Mother(Detrik(boy), ?(girl)), Divorced(Kaoln Regniar), Half-dead(Ferra) | Formerly: Simone Regniar, Lecturer(Stormgarde) | Nicknames: Sim, Sim-Fer kiss, lick, rub and coax the milf. Acting as my nurse assistants and whispering in her ears. The way they sometimes speak separately and other times in stereo is Steven King level creepy. But it works. After a few dual-cultivation enhanced orgasms, the companion becomes very susceptible to… suggestion. 

Sim and Oda's half-dead⁵Union of a living being and living shadow connection with Margo and Ferra has led to them being very "compatible" with my mana. Letting me also use these two ex-Stormgarde teachers as extra batteries, sensors, circuits, conduits, etc… for my powers.

Plus they are a lot less scary than my shadow oracles. Making the whole process smoother.

Milf Yiuyi is the fourth lady daoist, with plugged cultivation plumbing, that I've snaked using Yuetaoban⁶Moon Peach Petal dual-cultivation art this week. I've also had several guys and gals needing dantian and meridian repairs. Just used the [Recovery Magic] cheat for those. The Immortal Way is a long winding road where it's easy to make mistakes or get injured.

Like with professional athletes this damage can pile up over time. Potentially forcing early retirements or even leaving them in constant pain for the rest of their lives. 

Now, many cultivation arts include techniques to cleanse impurities and heal themselves. But how effective they are varies by art and practitioner. They're never one hundred percent. Plus if they’ve missed something before? They’ll tend to keep missing it. Leaving physical and or spiritual scars.

[Recovery Magic], on the other hand, is just about one hundred percent effective. Well, a lot closer than anything else I've run into. So far at least.

I walk into the bathroom followed by several maids. The tub and buckets are already filled with hot water. Elixirs have been added to make the fluid extra purifying and refreshing.

Again pretend not to notice the ones hurriedly collecting any spilled seed in little bottles as soon as I'm out of sight.

Oda and Sim ignore them too while continuing to guide Mrs Peng. Frankie and Lula say I already have converts among these servants. Who are treating my semen like its holy medicine.

Sigh.

*splash* *drip*

Maids begin scrubbing me clean.

This concubine of the Peng clan and the other three needed more than [Recovery Magic]. Their cultivation wasn't just damaged. It was plugged.

Remember, very few daoists actually reach immortality. Depending on a variety of factors, like innate talent, they eventually reach a natural bottleneck. Where you just can't travel any further on the Immortal Way. Some manage to keep going using very rare alchemy or lost legendary arts. But most? Don't.

There are a variety of supposed cures for this "plug." Ways to loosen it. Push it further down the pipe. Letting you advance again. At least for a while. Unfortunately, those treatments have a longer laundry list of warnings and side effects than a prescription drug commercial.

Not to mention that satisfaction is not guaranteed. The antidote may work, may not work, do more harm than good or outright kill your ass. Dual-cultivation is considered one of the safest cures but also one of the least effective. Most dual-cultivators just don't have enough qi to breach a talent blockage.

Well guess who's got a mana/qi reservoir/dantian the size of an ocean. Yep, *thumb* this guy. And dual-cultivation "injects" magic’s gasoline into the perfect spot to roto-rooter even the nastiest of clogs.

So for ladies like milfette who have tried everything else? My obi-wan⁷big wand is their only hope. For them and maybe their kids too. Kids? Yep. Red once described tourinese harems as "snake pits." Well that seems to go double for yanese ones.

Female daoists are discouraged from cultivating too much because it makes getting knocked up harder. Well what do you think they do after popping out a couple of kids? Yep, cultivate like crazy. Why? Duh. Who else is going to protect their kids in a harem full of scheming backstabbing bitches?

Competition for status, influence and resources can easily turn poisonous. Literally. Even the favored heir can have a fatal "accident." And the further you go on the Xiandao⁸Immortal Way? The longer you live. The longer you can plot and maneuver to advance your children, grandchildren, even great grandchildren. While suppressing your rivals' kids, grandkids, etc…

Yiuyi is a top end Core Former⁹Dianfeng Jiedan (巅峰结丹) Peak Core Formation but just couldn't breakthrough to the 5th realm¹⁰Ninling (聚灵) Spirit Condensing. Over 150 years old. Plus with all the damage done by other remedies? Looked like she was sixty and, probably, only had a few years left.

Now? Top shelf milf again. Looks to be in her thirties and has decades left to break into Spirit Condensing. Yes it may be a week before she can walk straight again but that, and the bags of qi crystals, is a small price to pay for more time. No, I didn't have to bang her brains out. But she earned it. Well, actually, her kid did.

Recall that douche who wanted to teach me a lesson cause I wasn't being "polite" enough to the prince? Peng Chao? Uh-huh. Yeah, him. Well get this. The chick I just spent two hours filling to the brim with baby batter? Yiuyi?

Is his mom.

Hehe, ain't I a stinker.

Hey Chao!

Smell my finger. 

Little Li told me later that a few young masters are upset because rumors about the voodoo that I do, so well, are spreading. And their mom, wife, concubine, mistress, fiance, girlfriend, sister, daughter, niece, secretary, whatever… is interested in my special Junfei brand nutrient injection. 

“Young” though? I don’t think so. Asshole looks twenty-something. But Ji says he's almost a century old.

So a lot of these shaoye really want to do what his royal assholeness wants to do. Treat me like livestock. But they don't have the guts to go after me without the emperor's blessing. At least not openly. Body count's been climbing fast the last couple nights. Giving my deadheads some exercise as these nonjas¹¹Speed Racer, not the orangutan keep sneaking in.

A young naked asian maid rises up from the bathwater I'm sitting in. "The royal penis is clean, your highness." Hmm? Oops, spaced out there.

"Thank you." Stand up and walk out as the maids dry and dress me in silk robes of black and gold. Oda and Sim join as I leave the room. Mrs Peng is still pretty out of it but the servants are helping her get up. Steering the dazed and confused milf towards the bathroom.

Margo and Ferra manifest and merge with their half-dead partners as we walk down the passages. Heading towards a small courtyard. One specially setup for breakthroughs. With talismans and arrays designed to help deal with pissed off heavenly wills.

"Master." Frankie greets me as I enter the private square. There's a small raised platform in the center and little statues of mythical beasts along the perimeter. Formations are carved into the ground and walls. Strips of paper hang across the quad, floating in midair.

*rumble* *pitpat*

The sky is heavy with dark rain clouds. But only a sprinkling of rain. Thunder can be heard in the distance. I step on to the small platform, sit and cross my legs. Then let my mind sink into itself.

Thanks to my three cheats¹²Recovery Magic, Super Senses and Bullet Time, mana manipulation, golemancy, sword magic and necromancy. I punch way above my weight class. Fighting Li's pedo uncle though showed I was still lacking in places. Like experience, control, hand to hand, etc…

The months aboard the Jinshibo went a long way towards fixing that. Even added alchemy to my resume. But also revealed more problems. Lots of draconic spells are gated, paywalled, behind realm restrictions. Certain techniques require certain levels of cultivation.

Some requirements I can bypass by just burning more qi. But there are more where I can't. So I need to advance further along the Immortal Way.

The first and second realms¹³Body Refining and Qi Gathering were very easy for me. Because progress was really just material then astral. And I had plenty of experience with both dimensions already. Number three¹⁴Foundation Establishment is where I ran into issues. Building shit in my "dantian."

I recall stories from POWs where to deal with the isolation and torture. They would construct buildings in their mind. Brick by brick. Focusing on them so completely that they became a permanent part of their psyche. And decades later those mental constructs were still there. Down to the specific brick they were working on when released.

Now I already have Deadville in my mindscape. The bowling alley, movie theater, etc… But that's supported by a sliver of my consciousness and hundreds of minions. Having the focus to do that on my own? Make "real" constructs in my soul? Would require that same POW level of concentration.

And I was not on that level.

Fortunately, sort of, the pill pushing elf eunuch had a chemical solution. And one tab of xianxia lsd later. I knew what to do.

The fourth realm¹⁵Core Formation is another "mental" level. So no problemo, si? Nein. Sorry, adolf, no blitzkrieg for you.

As soon as I try to push through? Bam! Heavenly Tribulation. Turns out the celestial gestalt does not like it when mortals try to, well, not be. So at a couple spots on the road to immortality it expresses that grumpiness with some sort of trial. And if you fail? You could totally die.

The form this tribulation takes, varies. It may be pain. Fear. Or maybe something you loved from your childhood. Something that could never ever possibly destroy you. Yes, it could even be the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Now, depending on its form, you may not have to beat your trial. Simply survive it. But those who fail, if they live, find their path obstructed. A barrier that can take decades to break through. And that just lets you face the ordeal again.

Of course the trial I'm most familiar with, from webnovels, is lightning. So of course it won't be that.

Maybe, instead, I'll face "attack of the naughty nurses." Or "invasion from planet horny housewives." Maybe even have to win the "battle of busty babysitters." Hehe, bring it, bitches. Hit me with your best shot.

Muster my will, feed it with mana and push against the middle dantian. Trying to break open a path to it.

*rumble*

Eh?

*KRAKOWWW*

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"Owww…"