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【Extra Mission: Very Erotic, Very Good!】

Shen Qingqiu made a muffled sobbing noise, attempting and failing to deepthroat the length in his mouth, cheek bulging with the effort. He wished badly to redirect it with his hands, but they were occupied, wrapped around two other cocks, clumsily stroking back and forth. Underneath, the two fat cockheads buried inside of him thrust in tandem, stretching his rim to its limit.

Everything burned.

Who was it that was fucking him to the point where his eyes nearly rolled back in his head? Who else could it be besides Luo Binghe? And Luo Binghe, and Luo Binghe, and two more Luo Binghes…

They had gone to bed that night, Luo Binghe seeming unusually groggy. After a long day of cultivation, Luo Binghe frowned, rubbed his forehead, and instantly fell asleep. Shen Qingqiu, thinking nothing unusual of it, undid his disciple’s hair, changed into his own inner robes and tucked himself in next to him, channeling his own qi while massaging the broad planes of Luo Binghe’s back. When he deemed his treatment sufficient, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Only to enter the foggy, gray, nondescript dreamscape seconds later, faced with five Luo Binghes blinking curiously at him.

“Shizun?” One of them said.

“Shizun, are you alright?” Said another, reaching out towards him, only to be slapped away.

“Don’t dirty Shizun with your hands, fake,” the Luo Binghe next to him sneered.

The one who was slapped visibly darkened, glowering with anger. “Who’s a fake? The rest of you are all imposters. Clearly, I’m the only suitable one for Shizun.”

A third turned a pleading look towards Shen Qingqiu. “Shizun, I’m the real one. It really is me.”

“No, I’m the real Luo Binghe!” piped a fourth.

“No, I am!”

It didn’t take long before all five Luo Binghes started arguing.

Shen Qingqiu could only look on: aghast, confused, and a little horrified.

He had heard of this type of qi deviation— the splitting of one’s soul. Each copy was identical, but weaker. If this wasn’t fixed soon, it may spell a disastrous setback for Luo Binghe.

【Crucial Stage Mission: Reunite Luo Binghe’s Fractured Soul!】

Shen Qingqiu jolted at the sound of the System’s voice, having not heard it in a long time.

Reunite? Exactly how?

System: 【Gather enough XXX points! With enough XXX points, Luo Binghe’s soul will be safely united!】

Shen Qingqiu blinked. XXX points? What exactly were XXX points? The only associated matter he could identify with ‘XXX’ was…



How on earth did that constitute as a cure?! This was an enormous plot hole! As he was about to ask more, the System continued, in an almost sadistic undertone:

System:【Warning: The results of refusing to accept this mission will be fatal.】


Shen Qingqiu was about to inquire more before (a) Luo Binghe was sent flying past him, crashing onto the ground. He looked back to find the Luo Binghes viciously brawling all over the dreamscape, punching and kicking and wrestling with each other.


...he really didn’t have a choice, did he...

Steeling himself, he sighed deeply, and opened his mouth.


All the Luo Binghes froze.

“Yes, Shizun?” they asked, in tandem.

Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat, and proceeded to explain. He told them about how they were all the same Luo Binghe, some random conjectures for the qi deviation, that they must cooperate to fuse back together, but when it came time for him to provide the solution, his voice failed him.

There was no way to phrase it eloquently, okay?!

“And, the method in which to do so have to…” he swallowed. “... put it in…”

The Luo Binghes blinked. “What did you say, Shizun?” Luo Binghe #5 asked.

“In order to cure your qi deviation, you need to...put it in.”

Blank stares.

“‘It’ being your little brother.”

More blank stares.

“But Shizun,” One Luo Binghe said. “Binghe is an only child.”

“You need to fuck me!” he snapped. “Fuck me to cure your qi deviation!”

Their mouths opened and closed silently, before the comprehension sunk in.

“Me!” shrieked one of the Binghes. “I’ll do it! I volunteer!”

“No, I’ll do it! I can please Shizun the best!”

“I have the biggest penis,” a Luo Binghe solemnly declared. “It should be me.”

“You definitely can’t!” hissed another. “You’ll make Shizun cry!”

“I have the smallest!” shouted the last one, paradoxically prideful. “I’ll put it in!”

They continued, haggling back and forth like a group of grouchy old wives at the market. Shen Qingqiu watched them, shrinking in embarrassment.

How would they know each other’s dick sizes? How would they even have different dick sizes? They were all cast from the same mold, weren’t they?

Finally, the Luo Binghes came to an agreement.

“Shizun!” They implored, turning towards him. “Choose one of us!”

Shen Qingqiu took a step back, looking back and forth.

“There’s no pressure at all, Shizun,” the closest said mournfully, bottom lip trembling, clearly guilt-tripping. “This disciple understands if Shizun doesn’t want him.”

The others followed suit, four pairs of puppy-dog eyes assaulting Shen Qingqiu at once. The fifth went for the seductive approach, ripping the fabric of his shirt open to expose his cleavage. He cupped one pectoral in each hand, presenting them to Shen Qingqiu like a very determined salesperson.

Shen Qingqiu’s old face flushed red, and he coughed. What sort of weird scenario was this? Best to get the situation over and done with. Steeling himself, he pointed at the self-proclaimed smallest. Call him cheap, but he wanted to take the easy way out!

The chosen Luo Binghe brightened, while the other’s faces fell.

Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, Shen Qingqiu’s heart ached a little. This wasn’t a situation like Bingge versus Bingmei. All these versions were part of his Luo Binghe, the bent protagonist who loved his Shizun to the core. Therefore, any bit of rejection might hurt his vinegar-chugging maiden heart. Once this fiasco was sorted out, he’d make it up to him in the waking world.

‘Small Dick’ Binghe waved his hand, conjuring a bed out of the dreamscape. The two quickly disrobed, and got on. The others were standing only a few feet away, staring at him intently.

Shen Qingqiu coughed.

To have sex while being watched was too humiliating, even if they were all Luo Binghe!

“Could the rest of you...turn away please?”

“Sorry, Shizun,” one of them offered, then fell silent. No one budged.

‘Small Dick’ Binghe paid them no mind, bending over and caressing Shen Qingqiu’s cheek. “I’ll treat you well, Shizun.” he murmured, kissing his hair. “Don’t worry.”

Shen Qingqiu tried to focus on him.

“En,” he replied, and was about to say more when Luo Binghe cupped his head and pressed their lips together. They kissed sloppily for quite a while, Luo Binghe’s tongue eagerly probing Shen Qingqiu’s mouth, one hand seizing hold to draw him closer, the other pinching and teasing his nipples. In spite of himself, Shen Qingqiu held out for several moments before moaning into the kiss. He could feel heated gazes pinned on him. Unwittingly, he shivered, having half the mind to ask them to turn away again.

They continued, his lower half pooling with familiar heat. Besides the wet smacking sounds, the dreamscape was dead quiet. Out of breath, he finally broke away, wiping away the saliva accumulated on his chin.

Then he looked down at Luo Binghe’s body. And nearly screamed.

Small dick? What small dick?

In what sort of universe could this be considered small?

What greeted him was a raw, red, intimidating monster! The shaft, thicker than his wrist! The awe-inspiring, bulbous head, rearing like an angry mushroom! The bulging, purplish-red–wait a second.

Hold on.

Was it his imagination, or was it even bigger than the original?

He squinted.

Oh god. It was.

A scam! A scam! This master had been scammed! Rather than the size S this master was promised, this was clearly a size XXL!

Luo Binghe saw Shen Qingqiu’s dark stare and became distraught. “Shizun, I’m sorry!” he wailed. “This disciple really is too small!”

Luo Binghe’s standards truly were impossible.

Shen Qingqiu, trying to keep his voice from shaking, patted him gently on the head. “Not at all, Binghe,” he forced. “It’s alright.”

If this Luo Binghe was already so gratuitously large, perhaps the others were even bigger. Any larger, and Shen Qingqiu’s porno would turn into a snuff film.

Shen Qingqiu steeled himself, before wordlessly turning around and getting on the bed, on his hands and knees. Very well, if it came down to it, then he could endure.

“Binghe,” he said, voice a little light. “Commence.”

Luo Binghe bent down. “Shizun, we don’t have any oil. Let me prepare you first.”

Before he could answer, Luo Binghe’s hands grabbed his cheeks, pulling them apart, planting his face directly against Shen Qingqiu’s rim.

Shen Qingqiu squirmed, gasping and clenching the sheets, hips twitching as hot wetness invaded inside. Luo Binghe held his hips firmly, continuing his ministrations without a care. Finally, when he was about to tell him he had enough, Luo Binghe drew off with a wet pop. Climbing on the bed, he lined himself up with Shen Qingqiu’s entrance, and pushed in.

“Aah!” Shen Qingqiu gasped as Luo Binghe breached inside, beginning a steady pace, the heavy weight of his cock dragging against Shen Qingqiu’s tender insides. He groaned. No matter how many times he did it with Luo Binghe in real life or the dreamscape, the initial burn of accommodating the protagonist’s dick was the same each time. Only now, he had an audience. He glanced over to find the other Luo Binghes staring, their faces expressionless, watching their beloved shizun get plundered on the bed.

Somehow, he felt more naked than usual.

“Don’t--” he gasped, as Luo Binghe drew out, then thrust back inside, hard. “Please don’t look!”

They swallowed, fidgeted, but didn’t budge. Before he could chide them further, Luo Binghe leaned over him, putting his fingers inside Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. “Shizun, focus on me,” he said, thrusting even faster.

Shen Qingqiu moaned around his fingers, drool dribbling. He closed his eyes, but couldn’t get over how he was being simultaneously fucked and watched, sucking on the fingers to keep himself from moaning.

Binghe really was huge. Despite the number of times they’ve done it, Shen Qingqiu could never get used to just how obscenely far he could reach inside. As though he was penetrated all the way to his stomach, with no other option than to blubber incoherently.

The longer they went, the more awkward the silence grew. He could hear his disciples’ short, breathy moans, combined with the rustle of clothes.

Even if this master couldn’t see, he definitely could hear. These insatiable horndogs! Didn’t this basically reduce him to the xianxia equivalent of a porn star?

Soon, Luo Binghe came inside him,. Overcome by the liquid heat battering his sensitive walls, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t hold it in anymore, and cried out, opening his eyes. Sure enough, the Luo Binghes were staring at him, focus almost comically intense.

Luo Binghe’s fingers reached down to give some attention to Shen Qingqiu’s own erection. Impossibly, Luo Binghe was still hard, continuing with renewed vigor, now accompanied with lewd squelching noises as cum spurted inside Shen Qingqiu with each thrust. The others reacted visibly, staring with greedy eyes.

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu, gasped, addressing them all at once. “Binghe, look away! Don’t, don’t watch--” he panted, as another shot of heat hit his inner walls. “It’s, it’s dirt--ah!”

He shook as he came, cum spurting onto the sheets. Luo Binghe continued to rub until he was done, thrusting a couple more times before sliding out. Shen Qingqiu’s hands and knees gave out as he collapsed onto the bed, the sheets uncomfortably sticky beneath him.

He lay there, breathing hard.

Well. That wasn’t so bad. Shorter, even, than their usual sessions. Not that he was complaining.

So-called ‘small dick’ Luo Binghe propped him up, while the others crowded around them, blushing and fidgeting like misbehaved children.

“Didn’t I tell you not to watch?” he snapped, when he got his breath back.

They looked away guiltily.

“It’s not fair if only he gets to see.” said one, fuming at ‘Small Dick’ Luo Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu shifted, wincing as he felt more cum ooze out of his ass. Another Luo Binghe stared resolutely at the sight, licking his lips before looking up and making eye contact, then glanced away.

Shen Qingqiu wished he had his fan to smack him into repentance. Instead, he shook his head and sighed.

So, System, he consulted mentally. Where are the XXX points?

System: 【Please keep in mind that the XXX points must be obtained from all available Luo Binghes at once, or they will not be deemed viable.】

All...available...Luo Binghes…?

Shen Qingqiu paled.

No! No no no no no!

This Shizun had only just grown used to Luo Binghe’s gargantuan weapon of mass destruction recently, okay? It had taken months of suffering, thrusting, and crying from both him AND Luo Binghe! There were hours of experimenting and reading (surprisingly informative) Real Person Fiction involved!

Furthermore, these dreamscape Luo Binghes were even bigger! Why this enormous difficulty spike? How was he supposed to take FOUR MORE of those in a row??

Wasn’t there any other way?!

System:【Negative! Luo Binghe’s soul fragments must be properly reunited!】

Now that he thought about it, Proud Immortal Demon Way also had this sort of scene; but Luo Binghe ’s entire harem was drawn into his dreamscape, resulting in an orgy of enormous proportions. Instead, in this bent, monogamous version, a sole individual had to bear the responsibility.

If he took it nice and slow, it couldn’t be that bad, right? So as long as soon as he accepted each Luo Binghe, then the protagonist’s soul could be reunited.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the Luo Binghes.

“It seems that this master was inaccurate in some of my original conjecture. For the soul-rejoining to work, it requires all of you to...participate. To…” he swallowed. “Come inside me.”

He yelped, as he was instantly jumped. One Luo Binghe capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, another wrapping his hand around his cock, the others laying their hands on wherever they could reach. Shen Qingqiu squirmed and gasped before breaking away. “No! No, stop! One at a time, one at time!”

When they had first started, Shen Qingqiu had lay down on his back, off the bed and on the ground, naked, blushing and fingering himself open. He was already sloppy from the sex they had earlier, but given the session he was about to receive, he didn’t want to be foolhardy. If the consequences weren’t so dire, the short conga line of Luo Binghes staring intently at him waiting for their turn to fuck him, would almost be comical. He spread his legs and wrapped his arms around whichever Luo Binghe was thrusting inside him, the rest standing around, glaring in clear envy. Each Luo Binghe that came after the last went faster and rougher despite Shen Qingqiu’s pleas to slow down, leaving multiple hickies, biting and sucking along Shen Qingqiu’s collarbones and nipples, eager to prove their possessiveness. Soon, Shen Qingqiu’s hole was incredibly sore, while his neck, shoulders, and chest covered in bite marks.

Shen Qingqiu lay on the ground, a small puddle of cum already having formed beneath him. In the dreamscape, he had more stamina than in real life, but the sensations were just as realistic as the real world.

...though since the ‘real world’ was originally a stallion harem novel, did the precise laws of sex work differently for him and Luo Binghe, too? They had to— Luo Binghe’s dick size alone was enough to set a world record back in his original life.

The Luo Binghes hovered like a flock of worried hens, massaging his hips and brushing his hair out of his face. Somehow, one of them had manifested a bowl of congee, and was about to feed it to him. Even when scattered and horribly OOC, his BL protagonist was still so attentive towards him. Shen Qingqiu’s heart couldn’t help but feel touched.

Furthermore, this drawn-out marathon sex session should be sufficient right?

System:【Negative! Many XXX Points still required to proceed!】

Shen Qingqiu groaned. Very well then; he had already committed this much so far, he had to see it to the end.

He ate some spoon-fed congee, sitting up dignifiedly, wincing at the ravaged status of his body.

“So,” he asked, folding his hands in his lap, smiling amicably. “Which one of you can make love to your Shizun the best?”

Case Number 1:

He really regretted his choice of words.

“Bing-Binghe,” he sobbed, voice slightly hoarse. “Slow down, this master, can’t take much more…”

Said Luo Binghe only drove further into him, pressing his hand against the outline of his cock. “Shizun, tell me I’m the best,” he demanded, grinning sadistically, hands holding tight onto Shen Qingqiu’s ass, impaling himself even deeper. “Tell me I’m better than the others.”

“I-” Shen Qingqiu looked up at the other Luo Binghes, staring icily at their clone. “I…ah!”

This Luo Binghe started pistoning his hips even faster. “Say it, Shizun, then I’ll slow down,” he declared, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Ahh! You’re the best, Binghe! You’re the best…”

His nearby counterparts glowered, as this Luo Binghe grinned sunnily, not slowing down at all.

Case Number 2:

After Binghe No.1, Shen Qingqiu hardly had a few seconds of rest before he was immediately scooped up and penetrated again. There was no time to prepare--one moment, he was about to give a stern scolding, the next, he was clinging to him koala-style, dick buried inside him up to the base. Immediately, this Luo Binghe started walking, bouncing Shen Qingqiu up and down, the others trailing behind. Shen Qingqiu gasped, legs hitched around Luo Binghe’s waist, warm droplets of fluids dribbling out of him. He tried to clench tighter, but the fluid still dripped out of him, leaving a small trail on the ground as they walked farther from the others.

“Binghe,” he panted. “Could you put me down?”

Luo Binghe bit his shoulder, leaving a hickey before answering. “I won’t let the rest of them have you, Shizun,” he said, darkly.

“Just where are we going?”

Luo Binghe snorted derisively at the others, who were hovering with similar expressions nearby. “Away.”

...this was a dreamscape, even if this Luo Binghe wished to escape, there was no place to go! Again, he wished he had his fan to rap him on the head. Instead, he could only continue to hold on tightly, thighs and arms shaking as Luo Binghe seemingly went in deeper with each step.

“B-Binghe! Let me down, I’m telling you, let me down!”

Case Number 3:

Shen Qingqiu gingerly poked his rim, shuddering at the sheer size of its gape. Even if it was his dream body, he could only withstand so much.

But still, there were XXX points to be earned.

He looked up at the Luo Binghes, who were frowning, looking especially concerned. Shen Qingqiu put on his most earnest, diligent smile.

“How about you let this master service you with his mouth?”

They gasped in unison, eyes shining. One of them began outright sobbing.

“Shizun loves me so much,” one Luo Binghe wailed, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’ve been dreaming of this day for years.”

Shen Qingqiu blinked. This was just a blowjob, there really wasn’t any need to make such a huge deal. Though granted, Shen Qingqiu hadn’t done so before. Passively sacrificing his ass to let the protagonist do the work, versus taking the initiative to suck the protagonist’s gigantic cock were two different things. In any case, this was simply due to an emergency!

The sentimental Luo Binghe stood there, squirming eagerly as Shen Qingqiu stayed on his knees, holding his quickly-rising erection.

While the weapon of mass destruction was typically in his ass, at least he didn’t have to see it. Having it right up and close to his face brought to mind the term ‘meat pillar’ from his old netizen days…

The tip, the tip, just the tip!

The other Luo Binghes, as usual, were gathered around, this time in fascination. At this point, having each had a turn with Shen Qingqiu, they bore significantly less ill will towards each other. Shen Qingqiu had long grew used to their voyeurism, almost as if they were watching him give a lesson, although in the realm of blowjobs, this was a case of the blind leading the blind.

Swallowing nervously, he gave the head an experimental lick. A different taste than he expected, but he could bear with it.

Taking a deep breath, he took it inside his mouth, trying not to graze it with his teeth. It was more difficult than he thought, trying to focus on providing enough suction while breathing through his nose. Experimentally, he pursed his lips, rubbing the head on the insides of his cheek. Luo Binghe whimpered, carding his fingers through Shen Qingqiu’s hair.

Shen Qingqiu steadied himself, thinking. If he was getting a blowjob, where would he want to be stimulated the most?

Without much thinking, he pressed the tip of his tongue against Luo Binghe’s slit.

Luo Binghe jolted, hands and hips shoving himself deeper inside, hitting the back of Shen Qingqiu’s throat. He gagged, tearing up.

“Shizun!” the Luo Binghes exclaimed simultaneously, the one he was blowing immediately pulling out. The flock of worried hens returned, patting him on the back as he coughed.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Let me try again.”

Sentimental Luo Binghe appeared to be on the verge of tears, shaking pitifully. Or, about as pitiful as one could be with a raging erection still glistening with Shen Qingqiu’s spit. “I’ve hurt Shizun,” he whispered.

Shizun waved him off. This master had already gone through decades worth of suffering condensed within the past two hours, a little choking was nothing to be squeamish about. Of course, he didn’t phrase it that way, lest he accidentally create anti-blowjob trauma in Luo Binghe’s mind.

“This master’s alright, Binghe, I promise,” he reassured. To prove his point, he grabbed Blowjob BInghe and resumed instantly.

“Ah! Wait! Shizun!”

He made a muffled “mmrrrphh” of reassurance. He hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head up and down as it sunk further down his throat. Having taken it so deep last time, the act was easier now.

At least, it was, for a couple seconds, before Luo Binghe instantly came. Bitterness exploded on his tongue, the liquid shooting down his throat.

He pulled off, coughing again, swallowing some of it anyways.

Binghe! Just what happened to your stallion stamina?

Sentimental Luo Binghe whimpered. “I’m sorry Shizun! You were just too good!”

Case Number 4:

Shen Qingqiu, to the Luo Binghes’ delight, turned out to be an unexpected prodigy with his mouth.

Either that, or the sheer privilege of seeing their typically dignified, elegant Shizun wrapping his lips around their lengths was enough to make any Luo Binghe come in the matter of minutes. Or seconds. And usually, they could never quite pull out fast enough, either coming inside or on Shen Qingqiu’s face.

After the fifth or sixth time, he was covered in it from head to toe; cum dripping from his lips, hair, even eyelashes. His attempts to rub the mess off only smeared it further. Mysteriously, their previously discarded clothes had disappeared, along with all the sheets on the bed, leaving him unable to wipe himself. Distraught, he turned towards the Luo Binghes, who were staring at him, as usual.

“Shizun,” one of them gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing. “You…”

Shen Qingqiu’s stomach churned with dread, as the system chimed with a foreboding ding.

System:【Congratulations! Congratulations! Protagonist’s ‘Bukkake Kink’ unlocked!】

Shen Qingqiu nearly choked again, and not because of a blowjob this time.


The Resentment of Chunshan was bad enough; Luo Binghe certainly didn’t need more unspeakable and wild plays added to his fetish list!

Keeping his voice contained, he smiled apprehensively at them. “ of you conjure a washbasin? Please?”

The Luo Binghes looked at him, then looked at each other.

“The dreamscape isn’t working properly, Shizun,” said Small Dick Binghe. His brothers nodded, echoing their assent.

Shen Qingqiu wanted to scream.

Case Number 5:

One thing led to another, and somehow, in a bid to earn more XXX Points, did Shen Qingqiu attempt the impossible.

One Luo Binghe was already sheathed inside him, holding him from behind, planting comforting kisses against his ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, voice low and deep, one of his hands tracing around Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “Working so hard, taking so much. Inside of you feels wonderful. So open and warm. Just for me.”

“For us,” another Luo Binghe snapped.

“For me,” he reiterated, punctuating his sentence with a thrust, his lines not sounding out of place in a cheesy pornographic web novel.

This master wasn’t a piece of meat to be fought over, okay?! But before he could object, Possessive Luo Binghe picked up the pace, and Shen Qingqiu threw his head back, moans instead of protests erupting from his throat.

It didn’t take long, of course, for Shen Qingqiu to receive his nth load of the day. He sighed, now nearly accustomed to the sensation of being filled, channel already impossibly slick. Luo Binghe didn’t pull out, remaining in the same position, continuing to kiss along his neck.

“Shizun, you’re so beautiful as you’re taking cock. Whether it be here--” he brushed his fingers against Shen Qingqiu’s swollen lips. “--or here.” he thrust inside, already hard again.

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu tried to say it sternly, but it came off as a breathy gasp than a scolding. “Binghe, please…”

Possessive Luo Binghe laughed again, giving a few more teasing, shallow thrusts. “Poor Shizun,” he remarked, not remorseful at all. “So wrecked. So thoroughly violated. It’s exquisite.”

“Binghe,” he groaned.

Luo Binghe hummed in response. “Would you say you’re about ready now, Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu sucked in a deep shuddering breath, then nodded. Luo Binghe repositioned them so they were leaning further back. With trembling hands, Shen Qingqiu held open his legs.

A second Luo Binghe--the particularly solemn one--kneeled down. “Shizun,” he said, breathily, and kissed him, before positioning himself and squeezing in.

Shen Qingqiu bit his lip as he was further breached. Looking between his legs gave him vertigo, so he turned his head to the side. Around them, the others watched with bated breaths, as the second Luo Binghe slowly sunk inside.

He half-expected for him to stop at some point--that it was impossible, that there was a limit to how much he could fit. Instead, every time he thought it would stop, the pressure increased, morphing from an irregular throbbing to a constant burn. While he wasn’t watching himself get further penetrated, the others certainly were, and judging by their reactions, it was a sight to behold. By the time Luo Binghe finally stopped, their eyes were practically shining and bulging out of their sockets.

“Shizun can take so much,” whispered the sentimental Luo Binghe, in a state of odd reverence.

Shen Qingqiu looked down.

The second cock was already up to the base. Faintly--just faintly--or perhaps he was imagining it, there was even the barest hint of a bulge…

It was the angle! Just the angle!

He swallowed, throat a little dry.

Then they started moving, and he was done for.

Sometimes they alternated, other times they thrust in sync, but either way, the stimulation was impossible. Shen Qingqiu was stuffed to the brim, toes curling, body shaking, unable to hold his own legs open, requiring the other Luo Binghes to grab hold of his legs for him. The previous instances helped a little, made him more pliant, more open, but it was still a struggle.

It hurt.

It hurt, and yet…


The first two finished, one pulling out in time, but only barely, coming all over Shen Qingqiu’s stomach, the other releasing inside him. They were soon rotated out, two others taking their place. On and on they went, switching out and taking turns with his body, two at a time. This continued on for seemingly an eternity, Shen Qingqiu’s body so weak and tired that he needed to be propped up while penetrated.

Finally, after all five thoroughly fucked and cum inside of him, did the System issue a statement that made Shen Qingqiu explode in anger.

System:【Unsatisfactory! All conditions must be filled! Total gained XXX Points: 0.】

Conditions? Zero points? What conditions? Weren’t the conditions to please all five Luo Binghes? Hadn’t he done exactly that?! What exactly were these ‘conditions’?

System:【Please keep in mind that the XXX points must be obtained from all available Luo Binghes at once, or they will not be deemed viable.】

All available Luo Binghes…at once.


An hour later, multiple hands stroked, rubbed, and caressed him all over, in a futile effort to comfort him, but it was no use. A ludicrous amount of cum sloshed, searing his raw, sore walls with their heat. A good portion of it was leaking out, past the dicks that plugged up his entrance. There was already a sizable pool on the ground; and yet it didn’t stop.

In the background came an incessant barrage of chimes, accompanied with the System’s robotic, yet seemingly eager voice.

System:【6P Sex +30, Double Penetration +20, Double Handjob +20, ‘Fucked till crying’ +10, Blowjob +10, Additional Cum +5 (x3) equals +15, Total gained XXX Points 105. 】

Damn you! Damn you System! More tears flowed down Shen Qingqiu’s face, as the bitter taste of Luo Binghe’s cum exploded in his mouth. Without pause, as all the others had, the Luo Binghe in front of him had already gotten hard in seconds.

Shen Qingqiu let out another choked whimper, unable to see anything in front of him, cum dripping from his mouth, his hands, his hole, everywhere. Some more fluid flowed out from where he was penetrated, once again.

System:【Overstimulation +10, Erotic Creampie +5. Total gained XXX Points: 15】

After what seemed like hours, he finally broke down, amidst a sea of kisses and praises, sweet words of reassurance, “Shizun, you’re doing so well”, “Shizun, you’re beautiful,” “Shizun, I love you.”

His eyes rolled back in his head, body convulsing. Cheeks wet with tears, lips tingly and swollen, he couldn’t string any thoughts together, only able to helplessly mewl, mind completely blank.

It was so much. Too much.

And he…

He loved it.

Another barrage of chimes sounded.

System:【Total gained XXX Points 345! Total XXX points needed: 1500!】

System:【May the host keep working hard!】