The barbarian war-chief came at dawn.
Jiang Bei met him head-on, Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce roaring through his veins like liquid steel. The brute was massive—seven feet of scarred muscle and bone armor—but Jiang Bei was faster, stronger. His upgraded True Qi Blade sang as he ducked the first axe swing and drove his sword straight through the chief's heart. The man's eyes bulged, a wet gurgle escaping his throat as hot blood fountained over Jiang Bei's arm.
[You have slain a wicked barbarian war chief stained with the sins of a hundred villages. Merit +340!]
[You have slain…]
The panel exploded with golden light as the rest of the raiders fell. When the dust settled and the last body hit the ground, the chime rang clear.
[Total Merit: 520]
He upgraded Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce to mid-tier on the spot. His body swelled with even more raw power—muscles denser, bones heavier, cock somehow thicker and heavier between his legs as if the technique itself fed his raw masculine hunger.
By midday, the news spread through the fort like wildfire.
Captain Liu was dead.
The fever from his old wound had finally claimed him in the night. The entire garrison gathered for a short, somber funeral outside the walls—plain wooden coffin lowered into rocky soil while the wind howled. Liu Qingwan stood at the front in mourning white, veil half-covering her tear-streaked face. Her massive H-cup breasts heaved with every broken sob, the thin fabric of her mourning robes stretched so tight the dark outlines of her fat nipples were visible. Each shaky breath made those enormous, milk-heavy tits bounce and quiver, deep cleavage glistening with fresh tears and sweat. Her thick ass strained the robes behind her, wide hips trembling as she clutched a small white flower.
Jiang Bei watched from the back, cock already half-hard at the sight. She was free now. And tonight… she would be his.
The sun had long set when he slipped through the quiet fort and stopped outside her quarters. No guards. No one dared disturb the new widow. He pushed the door open without knocking.
Liu Qingwan sat alone on the edge of the large wooden bed, face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking. The single oil lamp cast warm light across her body. Her robes had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the upper swell of one massive, pale breast—soft, veined faintly, the fat dark-pink nipple already stiff and leaking a single tiny bead of milk from grief and stress.
She looked up at the sound of the door closing and bolting. Her eyes widened, red-rimmed and glassy.
"Jiang Bei… you shouldn't be here…"
He didn't answer with words.
He crossed the room in three strides, pulled her up into his arms, and crushed his mouth to hers.
She resisted for exactly three heartbeats—hands pushing weakly at his chest, a muffled "mmph!" of protest—then melted with a broken whimper. Her soft lips parted, tongue shyly meeting his as she kissed him back like a starving woman. The taste of her tears mixed with sweet feminine warmth. His hands roamed greedily, cupping the impossible weight of her huge tits through the robes, thumbs circling those fat, leaking nipples until she moaned into his mouth.
He yanked the robes open with one rough pull.
Two enormous, heavy, milk-swollen breasts spilled free—pale, veined, sagging just enough with perfect natural weight, dark pink areolas wide and puffy, nipples thick and erect, already leaking warm droplets of sweet milk that ran down the undersides in shiny trails. The scent hit him: warm skin, jasmine, and that rich, creamy milk aroma.
Jiang Bei groaned, dropped his head, and latched onto her left nipple like a man dying of thirst. He sucked hard.
Warm, sweet milk sprayed across his tongue in thick jets. Liu Qingwan cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her breast.
"Ahhhn! Oh gods… it feels so good… suck harder… drink from me…"
He switched to the right nipple, suckling greedily while his hand kneaded the other tit, milk squirting between his fingers. Her body trembled violently. He shoved the robes down her hips, letting them pool at her feet.
No panties.
Her pussy was a perfect, obscene masterpiece—plump outer lips swollen and glistening, inner lips a vivid, dripping pink, clit peeking out fat and throbbing. Thick, creamy juices coated her thighs in shiny strings, dripping slowly onto the floor in wet little plips. The musky-sweet scent of her arousal filled the room, so strong his cock lurched painfully against his trousers.
He pushed her back onto the bed, spread her thick thighs wide, and buried his face between them.
His tongue plunged straight into her sopping hole—hot, silky, clenching walls fluttering around him as he licked deep, slurping her creamy nectar with obscene wet sounds. She tasted like heaven: tangy-sweet, thick, addictive. He sucked her swollen clit hard, two fingers sliding into her pussy with a loud squelch, curling to stroke that spongy spot inside while he drank from her.
Liu Qingwan screamed, thighs clamping around his head as she came hard—pussy gushing hot girl-cum all over his face and tongue in pulsing waves, milk spraying from her nipples in sympathetic spurts.
Only then did he stand, shove his trousers down, and free his cock.
It sprang out thick, veined, rock-hard—nine inches of heavy, throbbing meat, fat purple head already drooling long strings of pre-cum. Liu Qingwan's eyes widened, mouth falling open in pure cock-drunk awe.
"So… so big…" she whispered, voice hoarse.
Jiang Bei rubbed the swollen head up and down her soaked pink slit, coating himself in her cream, teasing her clit until she whimpered and bucked.
"Beg for it, Qingwan. Tell me you need this young cock to ruin your married MILF pussy."
Tears of pure need rolled down her cheeks. "Please… please fuck me… I need your cock so bad… stretch my lonely cunt… fill me… claim me…"
He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Her walls clamped down like wet velvet fire—scorching hot, silky, rippling and sucking around every thick inch as her married pussy stretched obscenely around him. The wet squelch was deafening. Liu Qingwan's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as her massive tits bounced wildly.
"Fuuuuck—your cunt is milking me so fucking good," he growled, pulling back until only the head remained inside, then pounding back in balls-deep. The slap of his heavy balls against her ass filled the room, mixed with the filthy wet sounds of her creamy pussy getting destroyed.
He fucked her deep and hard in missionary, legs pinned wide, watching her huge tits bounce and spray milk with every thrust. She came again within minutes—pussy spasming, gushing around his cock in hot squirts that soaked his balls and the sheets.
"Gonna fill this perfect MILF womb," he snarled, hips pistoning faster. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be leaking for days. This pussy is mine now."
Liu Qingwan wailed in ecstasy, nails raking his back. "Yes! Cum inside me! Breed your whore! I'm yours—only yours!"
With a roar, Jiang Bei buried himself to the root and erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted straight against her cervix—pulse after pulse of hot, sticky seed flooding her womb until it overflowed, white cream bubbling out around his shaft and dripping down her ass in messy rivers.
He stayed inside her, grinding slow, letting her feel every twitch as her pussy milked him dry.
When he finally pulled out, a thick torrent of his cum poured from her ruined, gaping pink hole.
Liu Qingwan lay there trembling, eyes glazed with cock-drunk bliss, massive tits rising and falling, milk still leaking slowly down her sides.
She reached down, scooped a fingerful of his cum from her pussy, and brought it to her lips—sucking it clean with a soft, satisfied moan.
"I'm yours now, Jiang Bei," she whispered, voice wrecked. "Completely… forever."
He smirked, cock already twitching back to full hardness against her thigh.
"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done conquering this dripping MILF cunt tonight."