Dawn came too soon, gray and cold, the border wind slicing through the cracks in the barracks walls like a knife. Jiang Bei woke with a groan, his cock already rock-hard and throbbing against his belly, the thin blanket tented obscenely. He'd spent half the night dreaming of Liu Qingwan—those massive, heavy tits bouncing free, dark pink nipples leaking warm milk while her plump, married pussy dripped creamy juices down her thick thighs, begging for his young cock to stretch it wide.
He could still smell her in his mind: warm skin, faint jasmine, and that sweet, musky hint of a neglected woman getting wet.
"Fuck…" he muttered, giving his thick shaft a slow, lazy stroke under the blanket. The veined length pulsed in his grip, pre-cum already slicking his palm. But the alarm horn blared outside—another barbarian probing attack. No time to finish.
He dressed quickly, leather armor chafing against his aching erection, and joined the patrol rushing out the gates.
The skirmish hit hard and fast on the rocky ridge two miles north. Twenty barbarians this time, axes gleaming, faces twisted with bloodlust. Jiang Bei's new body moved like liquid steel. He parried the first swing, felt the impact jolt up his arm, then drove his sword straight through the man's gut. Hot blood gushed over his hand, thick and slippery.
[You have slain a wicked barbarian raider. Merit +3!]
The panel flashed brighter. Power surged through his veins—raw, addictive. He laughed, low and savage, spinning to cleave another raider's head clean off. The wet crunch of bone and spray of arterial blood only made his cock twitch harder inside his trousers.
[Merit +4!]
[Merit +2!]
[Merit +5!]
By the time the last barbarian fell screaming under his blade, the panel chimed again.
[Total Merit: 47]
Jiang Bei stood amid the corpses, chest heaving, blood dripping from his sword. The other soldiers stared at him like he'd grown a second head. The low-ranking nobody had just carved through half the enemy alone.
Back at the fort by midday, the panel pulsed invitingly.
[True Qi Blade martial art detected. Basic level. Upgrade available—requires 40 merit points. Upgrade now?]
"Hell yes," he growled under his breath. The panel flashed golden.
True Qi Blade (Mid-tier) acquired.
Your sword strikes now carry cutting qi. Speed +50%. Lethality +70%.
Power flooded his muscles, his senses sharpening until he could hear the distant flutter of every bird wing, smell every drop of sweat in the fort. And most of all—he could smell *her*.
The mess hall was crowded, soldiers slamming down bowls of stew. Jiang Bei stepped inside and his eyes found Liu Qingwan instantly.
She was bent slightly over the serving table, ladling thick broth. That thin linen dress clung to her like a second skin from the kitchen steam. Her enormous H-cup breasts hung heavy and full, swaying pendulously with every motion, the deep, sweaty cleavage glistening under the torchlight. Each breath made those massive tits rise and fall, the fat, dark-pink nipples clearly outlined now—stiff, puffy, pressing shamelessly against the damp fabric like they were aching to be sucked. A single bead of sweat rolled slowly down between them, disappearing into that warm, fragrant valley.
Lower, her hips flared out into a thick, juicy ass that stretched the dress tight across two perfect, jiggling globes. When she shifted her weight to reach for more bread, the material pulled across her crotch, outlining the plump, puffy mound of her pussy. Jiang Bei could almost see the soft outer lips, the way they would part to reveal that perfect dripping pink slit he craved.
She looked up. Their eyes locked.
Liu Qingwan froze. A deep flush crawled up her neck and across her cheeks. Her full lips parted on a soft, involuntary gasp. Those fat nipples tightened even more, poking out obscenely, and Jiang Bei watched her thighs press together hard—once, twice—like she was trying to squeeze away the sudden gush of wetness flooding her married cunt.
He stepped right up to the table, close enough that he could smell her: jasmine soap, warm bread, and underneath it all—the unmistakable, heady musk of a ripe MILF pussy getting slick and needy.
"Captain's wife," he said, voice low and rough, letting his gaze drop openly to her heaving tits. "You look… warm today."
She bit her lower lip, ladle trembling in her hand as she filled his bowl. Her fingers brushed his when she passed it over—soft, slightly damp, electric. A tiny whimper escaped her throat, so quiet only he heard it.
"I… it's the fire," she whispered, but her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. Her heavy breasts rose faster now, nipples so hard they looked painful. Another bead of sweat slid down her cleavage. Jiang Bei imagined licking it up, then sucking those fat nipples until sweet milk sprayed across his tongue while his fingers plunged into her soaking hole.
He leaned in just a fraction, letting her feel the heat rolling off his body. "Smells good in here. Sweet. Wet."
Her thighs clenched again. He saw the subtle shift of her hips, the way her pussy mound pressed against the table edge for a second—like she was rubbing her swollen clit against something, anything. The scent of her arousal thickened in the air, unmistakable now, a creamy, feminine perfume that made his cock throb painfully against his belt.
Liu Qingwan's breath hitched. "Please… eat your stew, soldier," she managed, voice husky, but she didn't step back. Her eyes flicked down to the massive bulge in his trousers for half a heartbeat before snapping away, cheeks burning crimson.
Jiang Bei took the bowl, letting his fingers linger on hers again. "I will. But later… I might need something else to satisfy me."
He turned and walked away, feeling her stare burning into his back, hearing the tiny, desperate sound she made behind him—half moan, half whimper.
That night in the barracks, merit panel glowing at 7 remaining points, he lay on his pallet and stroked his aching cock with long, slow pulls. Thick pre-cum drooled over his knuckles as he replayed every jiggle of her tits, every clench of her thighs, the wet scent of her dripping pussy.
"Forty-seven merit already," he whispered into the dark, grinning. "And soon… I'm going to bury every inch of this cock in that married MILF cunt until you're screaming my name, Qingwan. Gonna make that pink pussy cream and gush and milk me dry."
Outside, in the captain's quarters, Liu Qingwan lay in bed beside her feverish husband, one hand shoved desperately between her legs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her sopping, clenching hole with wet, obscene sounds while she bit her pillow to stay quiet. Her massive tits spilled out of her nightdress, nipples leaking tiny drops of milk from how turned on she was.
All she could see was the young soldier's intense eyes… and the huge, thick bulge he hadn't even tried to hide.
The slow burn had just gotten hotter.