The next three days were pure slaughter.
A full barbarian horde—nearly two hundred strong—smashed against the border fort in wave after wave. Jiang Bei led every counter-charge, Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce thundering through his veins like a war drum. His sword became a blur of qi-edged death. Heads rolled. Guts spilled in steaming ropes across the dirt. Blood soaked him from head to toe, hot and sticky, the coppery stench mixing with the screams of dying men.
Each kill fed the panel like fuel to a fire.
[You have slain a wicked barbarian elite warrior. Merit +28!]
[You have slain a wicked barbarian shaman. Merit +95!]
[You have slain…]
By the end of the third day, when the last raider fled in terror, the final chime rang out like victory bells.
[Total Merit: 2,347]
Jiang Bei stood atop a pile of corpses, chest heaving, cock half-hard from the raw thrill of dominance. He poured 1,000 points straight into Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce without hesitation.
Heavenly Elephant Prisonforce (Advanced) acquired.
Physical strength doubled. Qi density tripled. Body now radiates natural pressure that weakens enemy morale.
Power exploded inside him—muscles thickening further, bones denser, every sense sharpened to godlike levels. His cock felt heavier, thicker, veins pulsing with fresh vitality. The remaining merit glowed in reserve, waiting.
That evening, the new border commander arrived with reinforcements. He took one look at the carnage, at the young soldier who had single-handedly turned the tide, and made the announcement in front of the entire garrison.
"Jiang Bei, from this moment you are promoted to Lieutenant of the Northern Frontier. Your quarters will be moved to the officer's wing immediately."
The soldiers cheered. Liu Qingwan stood among the crowd in a fresh dress, her massive H-cup tits straining the fabric, nipples already stiff at the sight of him. She bit her lip, thighs pressing together as fresh cream leaked into her panties—her married pussy still sore and leaking his cum from the night before.
But Jiang Bei's eyes had already found his next target.
Zhao Meilan.
Forty-two years old, Sergeant Wang's neglected wife. Even bustier than Qingwan—massive I-cup breasts so enormous they looked almost obscene on her shorter, voluptuous frame. They hung heavy and low, sagging with ripe, milky weight, the deep cleavage a dark, sweaty valley that jiggled hypnotically with every breath. Her ass was legendary—two gigantic, perfectly round globes that wobbled and clapped softly when she walked, so thick and juicy they strained every skirt she owned. Wide, breeding hips. Thick thighs that rubbed together constantly. And right now, as she helped serve victory wine, those huge tits bounced heavily, fat dark-pink nipples visibly hard and poking through her thin blouse like they were begging to be sucked dry.
She "accidentally" brushed against him twice during the feast—once when handing him a cup, her massive left tit mashing soft and warm against his arm for a long second; once when bending to pick up a dropped bowl, that colossal ass backing straight into his crotch, the soft, pillowy cheeks cradling his thickening cock through their clothes.
Each time she whispered, voice husky, "Forgive me, Lieutenant…"
Each time her scent hit him—jasmine, warm skin, and the thick, creamy musk of a dripping MILF cunt already soaked and aching.
He waited until full dark.
The stables were quiet, horses dozing in their stalls. Jiang Bei found her there alone, supposedly checking on the supply crates, but really just lingering where she knew he might come.
He stepped inside, bolted the heavy wooden door.
Zhao Meilan turned, eyes wide, those impossible I-cup tits heaving on a sharp gasp. The lantern light made her cleavage gleam with fresh sweat.
"Lieutenant… I was just—"
He crossed the distance in two strides, cupped her face, and kissed her hard.
She moaned into his mouth instantly, soft lips parting, tongue sliding against his like she'd been waiting years. Her enormous breasts squished against his chest, nipples dragging stiff and hot through fabric. Jiang Bei's hands roamed greedily, sinking into the impossible softness of her massive tits—kneading, squeezing, thumbs rolling those fat nipples until warm milk began to leak in tiny spurts, soaking through her blouse in dark wet spots.
"Fuck… these tits are even bigger than Qingwan's," he growled against her lips, pinching both nipples hard. Milk squirted out in thin streams, running down her belly. Meilan whimpered, knees buckling.
"Please… my husband is on night watch… but I… I can't stop thinking about you…"
He spun her around, bent her over a tall stack of hay bales. Her skirt flipped up easily—no panties underneath. Her ass was a masterpiece—two gigantic, pale, jiggling globes, the deep cleft between them already shiny with sweat. Lower, her pussy was perfect: plump, puffy outer lips swollen dark with need, inner folds a vivid, dripping pink, clit fat and throbbing. Thick, creamy girl-cum already strung between her thighs in glossy ropes, the heavy musk of her arousal filling the stable like perfume.
Jiang Bei dropped to one knee, spread her massive asscheeks wide, and dragged his tongue straight through her soaked slit.
She cried out, pushing back against his face. He devoured her—tongue plunging deep into her clenching, silky hole, slurping thick creamy nectar with loud, obscene wet sounds. She tasted richer than Qingwan: tangier, creamier, addictive. He sucked her clit hard while two thick fingers fucked into her pussy with wet squelches, curling against her g-spot until her massive ass shook and she squirted hard—hot girl-cum gushing over his chin and chest in pulsing waves.
Only then did he stand, shove his trousers down, and slap his rock-hard, vein-ridged cock against her ass. Nine and a half inches now, even thicker after the upgrade, the fat purple head drooling long strings of pre-cum.
He rubbed it up and down her dripping pink folds, coating himself in her cream.
"Beg, Meilan. Tell me how bad this married MILF cunt needs my young cock."
She pushed back desperately, voice breaking. "Please… fuck me… ruin me… my husband's cock is nothing compared to yours… stretch this lonely pussy… breed me… please!"
Jiang Bei gripped her wide hips and slammed in balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
Her walls clamped down like scorching wet silk—velvety, rippling, sucking greedily around every thick inch. The wet squelch echoed through the stable as her juices squirted out around his shaft. Zhao Meilan screamed in pure ecstasy, massive tits squishing against the hay, milk spraying from her nipples with every impact.
He fucked her hard from behind—long, deep strokes that made her gigantic ass ripple and clap loudly against his hips. The wet slap of flesh on flesh mixed with her broken moans and the filthy squelching of her creamy pussy getting destroyed.
"Deeper—oh gods—ruin me! Your cock is so much bigger… hitting my womb… I'm cumming—!"
She shattered again, pussy spasming wildly, gushing fresh cream down his balls in hot, messy rivers. Jiang Bei reached around, mauling one leaking tit, pinching the fat nipple until milk sprayed between his fingers while he pounded her without mercy.
"Gonna flood this perfect MILF cunt," he snarled, hips snapping faster. "Gonna pump you so full you'll be dripping my seed for a week. This pussy belongs to me now."
"Yes! Breed me! Fill your whore—ahhn!"
With a deep roar he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb—pulse after pulse of hot, sticky seed until her belly bulged slightly and white cream overflowed around his shaft, running in thick rivers down her trembling thighs and dripping onto the stable floor.
He stayed buried deep, grinding slow, letting her fluttering walls milk every last drop.
When he finally pulled out, a obscene torrent of his cum poured from her gaping, ruined pink hole—thick white globs splattering between her feet.
Zhao Meilan collapsed forward onto the hay, panting, massive tits leaking milk, ass still raised, pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing as aftershocks rolled through her.
She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glazed with pure cock-drunk bliss.
"I'm yours now, Lieutenant… completely… whenever you want this dripping MILF cunt… it's yours."
Jiang Bei smirked, cock still hard and glistening with their mixed juices.
"Good. Because I've only just started collecting my rewards."
Outside, the fort slept. Inside the stables, the scent of sex and fresh milk hung thick in the air.
His rise had only begun.