By mid-morning, the petition scroll was no longer blank.
Five nas had appeared, written in bold, confident strokes. Each entry was more shaless than the last.
- **Wei Shen – Inner Sect**
- Cock Size: 10.1 inches
- Position: Womb-Pressing Lotus Style
- Special Technique: Storm-Breath Dual Qi Pulse
- **Min Zhun – Core Disciple**
- Cock Size: 9.3 inches
- Position: Standing Thrust, Face-Down Mount
- Special Technique: Endurance-Forged Yin Pulse
- **Chi Jiao – Outer Sect (Yin-Seed User)**
- Cock Size: Grows to 11 inches via Yin-Seed Bloom
- Position: Full-Mount Womb Inversion
- Special Technique: Yin-to-Yang Expansion Technique
- **Tao Ning – Inner Sect**
- Cock Size: 10.8 inches
- Position: Anal Womb Knotting
- Special Technique: Dual-Core Knot Lock
- **"Longer than Zhao Wei" – Anonymous**
- Position: Any she begs for
- Special Technique: "I'll prove it with her screaming"
Disciples gathered around the scroll like it was a divine artifact. So read the nas aloud, pointing and laughing. Others nudged one another and whispered about which technique would make her cum hardest.
Lin Mu stood just feet away, shoulders tense, face flushed. He couldn't take his eyes off the parchnt, nor could he stop the stirring ache in his robes.
Then one of them turned to him.
Wei Shen.
The Inner Sect disciple smirked and walked up with open, casual confidence.
"I just signed, Mu'er," he said. "Think she'll like how deep I go?"
He leaned in closer, his voice lowering.
"You'll be there, right? Holding her thighs apart while I stretch her open?"
Before Lin Mu could respond, Chi Jiao—tall, broad-shouldered, and grinning—stepped beside him.
"My clan's Yin-Seed Technique lets bloom a cock bigger than any man here," she said. "If I fuck your wife and fill her womb with my seed, will you get on your knees and suck it out for , too?"
Gasps rippled through the crowd. So laughed. Others bit their lips.
Lin Mu's face went hot. His cock throbbed. He said nothing.
Min Zhun stepped forward next, cocky as ever.
"I hope you're taking notes, little cuck," he said. "I'm going to make her moan like Zhao Wei never could."
Then he smacked Lin Mu's shoulder playfully and walked off.
Lin Mu stood trembling.
He felt them watching. Judging. Laughing.
Then a soft voice called behind him.
"Mu'er."
He turned.
Xue Lan stood just steps away, her hands folded delicately before her, her eyes warm but glittering with pleasure.
"These n and won want ," she said. "Shouldn't you be helping choose?"
She gestured to the scroll.
"Read their nas to . All of them. I want to hear who might stretch next."
He nodded, swallowing hard.
"Yes, Lan'er."
And as he walked toward the scroll, every eye followed him.
He was the gatekeeper.
But not to protect her.
To serve her.
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