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EP.211 A World in Crisis 

Not long ago, Hana and Nabi had come to me, taking an enormous quantity of my semen with them. 

Much like succubi, they seemed to prefer it deeply inside their wombs. When I asked what they intended, they only laughed the question away. 

But after sensing the colossal surge of yang energy just now, somewhere within Munyeosan, I had a fair idea of what purpose some of that seed was being put to. 

It seemed likely that Hana had used my semen to lure and bring here some of the rare few women who still had not visited the stud barn. 

Yet when I heard the heavy, lustful sniffing sounds from inside the box, I was nearly certain of the woman’s identity. 

Sniff sniff sniff… hhhh… ahhhh♥ 

No doubt those frenzied breaths belonged to Francesca, the one with her fetish for cock scent. 

Rather than immediately serving her Young Master’s cock, she soothed herself first, inhaling its musk. 

And yet, just the presence of her hot breath on me was satisfying enough. 

Still once a cock is bared, climax must follow. 

“You’re still just sniffing, not sucking. Hard to tell who you are that way.” 

I teased, and the breathing inside halted for a moment then a wet sensation touched me. 

Lick! Lick! 

A soft, wet tongue traced from the root of my cock upward along the thick veins. 

The skill was undeniable. 

Her saliva drenched tongue coiled like a snake, wrapping hungrily, leaving no inch untouched. 

The scent of my arousal filled the air, and her panting grew harder, sharper. 

“Who could this be? Do I know any woman who sucks cock so well?” 

I added sly praise. 

From her response, I could tell Francesca pouted, displeased that I ‘didn’t recognize her.’ 

So she suddenly grew fiercer. 

Mnnghh♥ 

Bite then slow suction, her lips seized my tip with strong force, drawing me deep inside. 

“Khh…!” 

My cock, still sensitive from recent climax, was swallowed like dust into a vacuum. 

Faces unseen, perhaps she was reading my moans and the hardness in my shaft as her cues. 

Slurp slurp slurp♥ 

Francesca’s throat engulfed me, producing wet obscene sounds. 

The tightness of her neck at my glans, her tongue twisting, her lips gnawing at my root… 

Together, and with her deep inhalations of my cock’s smell there was no doubt. This was Francesca. 

“Your mouth is unbelievable.” 

Just as Hana had boasted, being reunited with family made my heart leap. 

No toy, no holiday gift could bring greater joy than this moment. 

“Close… I’m about to cum.” 

As I warned, there came a muffled choke from within the box. 

And then  

Mnnnhh♥ Slrp♥ 

Breathing hard, Francesca pulled away. 

The warmth around my shaft faded but that only meant she was about to serve me in another way. 

Indeed, soon a strong hand gripped me steady. 

Plp♥ 

Then her pussy wrapped around me. 

“Unghh!” 

Even cloaked in human form, the feel was devastating. 

Yes this was it. The soul-draining succubus womb. 

Her greatest weapon. 

“…I’ve never seen Jihan make that face before.” 

“…The one inside is it a succubus?” 

Dambi and Juhee covered their mouths, astonished. 

Yet when they realized, their anger subsided a little. 

It stung, knowing a stranger could do what they never could. But if that stranger was a succubus then it was fair. 

At that moment, none of that mattered to me. 

What did was the swollen, aching cock about to burst, and the obscene hunger of the succubus cunt wrapped tight around it. 

It had been starved too long, and was overwhelming. 

“Hghh!” 

I clenched hard, fighting not to cum too soon my cock trembling under her assault. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! 

Every thrust and withdrawal slammed wet flesh together. 

Judging from the feel, it was rear-entry. Somehow she managed even in the cramped box. 

If she’d been able to move freely, I’d have finished long ago. 

Ooohh♥ Ahhh♥ 

Her pussy knew exactly what it was doing. 

Sensing me straining to hold back, she switched into relentless ‘finishing mode.’ 

Sqush sqush sqush sqush♥ 

Not drawing me out fully, but in tight, rapid strokes my glans pressed kiss after kiss to the entrance of her womb. 

Then her cervix itself gripped me, sucking at my glans greedily. 

“I’m cumming!” 

There was no enduring such coordinated assault. 

For her earnest service, I gave Francesca a flood of thick semen. 

“Francesca! Squeeze!” 

Oooohhh♥♥ 

Calling her by name, her moan answered like music. 

Spurt spurt spurt! 

Hot seed blasted directly into her womb answered by her own convulsing climax. 

Making love to Francesca was bliss not merely for the flesh but for the spirit. 

It felt like coming home. 

The orgasm stretched long, spilling endlessly. 

She too writhed, orgasming again and again, greedily milking each spurt. 

A loop with no end. Ecstasy eternal. 

We lost ourselves together for long minutes. 

And then, the trance was broken by none other than the Sorcery Director Cheon Nabi. 

“Ah… I thought I smelled something delightful all the way at the gates. Already coupling with your family, are you?” 

Seeing me, cock plunged into the box, she only smiled warmly. 

While her daughter and granddaughter glared, Nabi simply stepped closer. 

Past them without a glance, stealing a deep kiss. 

Smch♥ Lick♥ Slrp♥ 

“…Mother!” 

“…Grandmother!” 

“We’ve been waiting too!” 

Yet no one could outmatch Nabi. 

She suckled my tongue, then gathered our mingled saliva and spat it into a vial. 

Last time she took my semen. Now saliva. 

Curious, I asked, “What are you doing?” 

“I already mixed your seed into lotion and massaged it into the Shaman’s body,” she explained. 

“…Oh!” 

After conquering Martial Director Cheon Ji-in at the restaurant, I had taken Nabi as well. 

She had told me then  

“You need only focus on sex and pleasure. I will handle the rest. Trust me.” 

And so I had. 

But to think she had already succeeded in applying my semen to the Shaman’s very body. 

“How did she react? My essence is potent beyond compare, but surely even the Shaman wouldn’t falter so quickly.” 

“She became more sensitive, yes. But to make her truly in heat? That will take far more. That’s why I’ve come again, for more of your seed.” 

Though she spoke without honorifics, the careful way she watched my face afraid I might be displeased was that of a perfect sex slave. 

“How much do you need?” 

“Enough to fill a bathtub.” 

“…To bathe her in it?” 

“That much is needed. Even if countless women have turned already, the Shaman cannot be underestimated.” 

The Shaman held genius in both sorcery and martial power. From youth she had been revered and ambitious. Not someone to defeat directly. 

“Her talents are no joke. We cannot fight her head-on, not and win.” 

“Mmm. Then corrupting her with cock is the only way.” 

Piling on together might succeed but might also get my women injured or killed. That I could not risk. 

So corruption was best. 

“…So, my semen.” 

Thud! 

“Master.” 

The box lid burst open. Francesca emerged, kneeling before me. 

“Fear not. This Francesca will devote herself fully to help flood her with your seed.” 

Expressionless yet earnest perhaps a bit peculiar her presence was comforting. 

“With Francesca’s help, it won’t just be a bathtub. I could flood the entire world with my cum.” 

“Hehe. I hope that day comes soon.” 

For her wish, I would do it. 

One day, I would drown the world in my essence. 

Forgive me, world.