The afternoon raid came without warning.
A war-party of thirty barbarians crashed against the outer pickets just after midday. Jiang Bei was already moving before the horns finished blaring—True Qi Blade humming along his sword like living lightning. He carved through them like a reaper. Every slash left glowing arcs of qi that sliced armor and flesh with wet, meaty sounds. Blood sprayed in hot arcs across his face and chest; the coppery tang mixed with the stink of opened guts and fear-sweat.
[You have slain a wicked barbarian scout. Merit +8!]
[You have slain a wicked barbarian berserker. Merit +15!]
[You have slain…]
The panel flashed faster and faster. By the time the last raider fled screaming into the hills, Jiang Bei stood ankle-deep in carnage, chest heaving, cock half-hard from the sheer rush of power and violence. The final chime rang out.
[Total Merit: 180]
He didn't hesitate.
[Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce (Basic) detected. Upgrade available—requires 100 merit points. Upgrade now?]
"Yes."
Raw, brutal strength flooded every muscle. His shoulders broadened, veins stood out like cables, and his entire body felt dense, unstoppable. The remaining 80 merit points glowed softly in reserve. He was no longer just fast—he was a fucking wrecking ball.
The fort celebrated the small victory with extra rations and early wine. By nightfall the barracks had settled into a low, smoky quiet. Most soldiers snored on their pallets. Torches guttered in iron brackets, casting long shadows across the stone walls.
Jiang Bei lay on his bunk, still shirtless, sweat and dried blood streaking his newly thickened chest and abs. His cock rested heavy and thick against his thigh, already twitching at the memory of Liu Qingwan's flushed face from lunch.
Then the door at the far end creaked open.
She stepped inside carrying a woven basket—medicine jars for the wounded men. Liu Qingwan wore the same thin linen dress, now slightly damp from the night mist. The fabric clung obscenely to every curve. Her massive H-cup tits swayed heavily with each step, the deep, sweaty cleavage gleaming in the torchlight. Those fat, dark-pink nipples were already stiff as pebbles, poking shamelessly through the material like they were begging to be pinched and sucked. Lower down, her wide hips rolled with that natural, fertile sway, the dress stretched tight over the massive, juicy globes of her ass. Between her thick thighs, the faint outline of her plump pussy mound was visible—soft outer lips clearly defined, the fabric between them darker than the rest, already soaked through.
The thick, sweet musk of her arousal hit Jiang Bei like a drug the moment she entered. Jasmine soap, warm woman, and underneath it all—the creamy, tangy scent of a dripping MILF cunt that had been wet for hours.
She moved quietly between the bunks, handing out small clay pots. Soldiers murmured thanks and quickly looked away; no one dared stare too long at the captain's wife. But Jiang Bei didn't look away. He sat up slowly, letting her see every inch of his new, powerful body.
Their eyes met across the dim room.
Liu Qingwan froze mid-step. A visible shiver rolled through her. Her heavy tits rose sharply on a shaky inhale, nipples tightening even harder until they looked painfully erect. She pressed her thighs together hard, but that only made the wet spot between them spread wider. A single, shiny trickle of her pussy cream escaped the hem of her dress and slid slowly down the inside of her left thigh, catching the torchlight like liquid silk.
Jiang Bei stood. The movement made his thick cock swing heavily inside his loose trousers, the fat head already leaking pre-cum and tenting the fabric obscenely.
He stepped directly into her path between two bunks, close enough that her enormous breasts were barely an inch from brushing his bare chest.
"Captain's wife," he murmured, voice low and rough, meant only for her ears. "You shouldn't be walking around this late… looking like that."
Liu Qingwan's lips parted on a soft, trembling breath. "I—I'm just delivering medicine…"
Her voice was husky, almost broken. When she tried to step around him, he shifted with her, letting the back of his hand deliberately graze the side of one massive tit. The soft, heavy flesh yielded like warm dough under his knuckles. She gasped sharply, the sound turning into a tiny whimper as her nipple dragged across his skin through the thin linen.
"Fuck, they're so heavy," he whispered, eyes locked on her cleavage. "Bet they're aching, aren't they? Bet that married pussy is even wetter right now… dripping down your thighs like a needy little whore."
Her knees buckled slightly. She had to grab his forearm to steady herself—thick, corded muscle that flexed under her fingers. Another hot gush of her cream must have flooded out because the musky scent thickened instantly, so strong Jiang Bei could almost taste the sweet, tangy flavor of her cunt on the back of his tongue.
"Please…" she breathed, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. Her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary roll, rubbing her soaked pussy mound against the edge of his thigh for half a second. The wet heat soaked through his trousers. "Jiang Bei… my husband… I can't…"
But she didn't pull away. Her free hand hovered near her own breast like she wanted to squeeze it, then dropped to clutch her dress instead. The movement tugged the neckline lower; one fat, dark-pink nipple slipped halfway into view, glistening with a tiny bead of milk that had leaked from pure arousal.
Jiang Bei leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "I can smell how wet you are, Qingwan. That pretty pink MILF cunt is clenching right now, isn't it? Making a mess of your thighs because a younger, harder cock is standing right here. I bet if I slid my hand under that dress I'd find you soaked to your knees… lips all puffy and swollen… clit throbbing for me to rub it."
A broken little moan escaped her throat. Her thighs trembled violently. Another visible trickle of creamy pussy juice ran down her leg and dripped onto the stone floor with a tiny, wet *plip*.
For three long heartbeats he let the tension coil tighter—his hand resting on the generous curve of her hip, thumb stroking the soft flesh just above her ass. Her massive tits pressed against his chest now, nipples dragging with every shaky breath. His cock throbbed angrily between them, the thick ridge pressing against her lower belly, letting her feel exactly how huge and hard he was for her.
Then he stepped back.
"Go," he said softly, voice dark with promise. "Before I bend you over right here and stuff every inch of this cock into that dripping married hole in front of everyone."
Liu Qingwan staggered back a step, eyes wide, chest heaving, dress now visibly wet between her legs. She clutched the basket to her breasts like a shield, but it only made them bulge even more obscenely. She fled toward the door without another word, ass jiggling, thighs shining with her own juices.
Jiang Bei watched her go, then dropped back onto his bunk. He shoved his trousers down, gripped his aching, vein-ridged cock, and started slow, filthy strokes—thumb smearing the steady flow of pre-cum over the swollen head.
"Soon," he growled under his breath. "Gonna ruin that perfect pink MILF pussy until you can't walk straight, Qingwan. Gonna flood your womb so full my cum leaks out for days."
Across the fort, in the captain's dimly lit quarters, Liu Qingwan slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and yanked her dress up with both hands. Two fingers plunged straight into her sopping, clenching cunt—wet, obscene squelching sounds filling the room as she fucked herself desperately. Her other hand mauled one leaking tit, pinching the fat nipple until milk beaded and ran.
All she could see was Jiang Bei's powerful body… the massive bulge… the filthy promises in his voice.
She was so close to cumming she could taste it.
But she stopped herself at the edge, sobbing with need.
The slow burn was turning into an inferno.