Mouth Discipline... Fox Edition
"NNGH!"
Hu Jiao'er's throat stretched, stuffed past mortal limits.
Her eyes rolled back, face streaked with tears and saliva. Every thrust into her mouth felt like a spiritual trial in humiliation.
Her voice—once firm, authoritative—was reduced to gurgling around Su Xiaobai's Heaven-Penetrating Rod of Ruthless Enlightennt, choking and gagging like her pride was being pounded out of her one syllable at a ti.
"Nnnnnghhh—! Gkh—! Nkh—!"
"You lectured disciples with this mouth?" Su Xiaobai growled, hand fisting tighter in her snow-white hair.
"Now it's drooling all over my spear like a street whore on heat day."
Slap!
He smacked her flushed cheek with the weight of his rod, pulling out for a second to let her gasp.
A string of saliva snapped between her lips and the glistening tip.
"G-Gh… aah…!" Jiao'er coughed, tongue hanging out, chest heaving.
Hu i'er whimpered below, still nuzzling and sucking on his sack like it was a sweet fruit she didn't want to bite, only lick. Her soft lips caressed every inch with delicate reverence.
"Mmnhh… so heavy…"
"That's all the essence you two couldn't handle last round," Su Xiaobai said with a chuckle.
"You emptied my rod and now you're begging for the refill?"
He shifted his stance, pushing i'er's face deeper between his thighs, her flushed ears twitching as she moaned against him.
Then he forced Jiao'er back onto his length again—deeper this ti, past her gag reflex, down until he felt her nose press against his abs.
"Guuuuh—GHKKK!"
Her throat bulged.
Visible, smooth and Slick.
"Good. Just hold it. Stay right there."
He let go of her head.
She didn't move.
She couldn't.
Her mouth was molded perfectly around him, lips sealed tight, her body trembling from the sheer effort of being used as a fleshlight.
Hu i'er looked up, drool on her chin, eyes wide as she watched her sister get skull-fucked like a fox plushie in heat.
"S-Sister…"
"Don't worry." Su Xiaobai grabbed her chin, wiped the drool off with the tip of his staff, and tapped her lips.
"Your turn to prove your mouth deserves my Yang."
Plop!
He yanked his cock from Jiao'er's throat with a wet pop.
"Cough...ah... cough..."
She collapsed backward, coughing, eyes crossed, dignity leaking from every orifice.
Hu i'er opened her mouth.
Wider than he expected.
And took him.
"Mmmph—mmghn—mmmnnn!"
So soft, and so warm.
Her technique was different—gentler, slower, more obedient.
But no less depraved.
She cupped his sack, stroked his base, tongue swirling like she was taught to worship rod-shaped artifacts in secret scrolls.
"Fuck." Su Xiaobai groaned.
He grabbed her ponytail, and started thrusting.
Her head bobbed.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
White hair flying. Eyes wide, tears forming, but she didn't resist.
"You're... better than I thought."
He grinned.
"Guess you're the favorite now."
Behind him, Jiao'er twitched—jealousy burning behind half-lidded eyes.
She crawled back on all fours, mouth open, tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat.
"Mmm... I'm not... letting her win…"
And then?
Both mouths.
One on the tip.
One on the base.
Tongues eting. Kissing. Sucking him together like his rod was the Dao Source of All Pleasure.
"HAAH—fuuuuck…!"
He grabbed both their tails.
Held them like reins.
Fucked their faces in sync.
Left. Right. In. Out.
The floor groaned again.
The walls throbbed in lust.
The cabin was filled with slurping, gagging, and betrayal.
Su Xiaobai's body trembled.
The Heavenly Yang Core ignited at the base of his spine.
"Get ready—open up—"
They tried.
Tried to brace.
But the eruption?
Legendary.
A torrent of Yang shot down their throats and across their faces like a spiritual waterfall in rut. Hu i'er gagged and swallowed. Hu Jiao'er moaned and took the rest across her lips and cheeks.
They collapsed.
Drenched.
Swollen.
Ruined.
And Su Xiaobai?
Still hard.
Still standing.
Still smiling.
"Step Nine… cleared."
He wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at their twitching bodies, sen painting their breasts, tails limp behind them like defeated flags.
"Guess I should make a new technique."
"Twin Mouth Yin Exchange Sutra."
He kicked back, finally letting his rod rest against Hu i'er's flushed cheek.
"Rest up, girls."
"We still haven't done Step Ten."
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The Morning After...
Hu Jiao'er glared at him with fury still smoldering in her red-rimd eyes. Her chest rose and fell, drenched in dried "blessings," but the aphrodisiac had long since worn off. Her mind was clear now.
Clear—and full of murderous intent.
Hu i'er sat beside her, flushed and quiet, unable to et anyone's gaze—let alone Su Xiaobai's. Her lips were still swollen from the night-long Yang sutra face sessions, her white tail curled around her waist like it was hiding in sha.
Su Xiaobai, of course, looked refreshed. Radiant. Glowing with the confidence of a man who invented oral porn in a spiritual society and got away with it.
He stretched lazily, pulled on a loose robe, and turned to them like a concerned elder.
"Now, now," he said sweetly. "Let's not get any funny ideas."
His tone dropped.
"If anything happens to … if I slip, vanish, or—heaven forbid—die…"
He reached into his sleeve.
Pulled out sothing that shimred ominously.
An Imaging Stone.
Then pointed to a white clean cloth hung across the room—where two ruined fox sisters were being projected in high definition, their mouths full, their asses red, moaning like spirit-drunk vixens.
"This..." he smiled, "is just one copy."
"Qingqing has the other."
"And I've already set the array—if anything happens to , it auto-broadcasts across all sect town plazas from here to the royal capital."
"In full replay. On loop. With subtitles."
"..."
"..."
Hu Jiao'er and Hu i'er looked like they'd just had their soul lamps extinguished.
Their eyes twitched. Their fluffy tails deflated. Their thighs instinctively pressed together as if trying to hold back a spiritual breakdown.
"Y-You wouldn't…" Hu Jiao'er whispered.
Su Xiaobai's grin widened. "Try ."
"You think you're the first won to try and trap ?"
"You think I'd let two ice queens slap a collar on my neck without consequences?"
He strolled over, tapped the stone again.
The display shifted—Hu Jiao'er on all fours, tail up, begging to be milked, while Hu i'er hugged his thigh, mouth open, drooling like a brain-washed beast girl.
He tilted his head.
"Sha," he said. "This angle really flatters your hips."
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[Spiritual Blackmail System v1.0]
Truth was, the Imaging Stone was never ant for this.
It was a humble artifact, used by alchemists to record technique demonstrations or display formations during sermons.
But in Su Xiaobai's degenerate genius hands?
It beca the world's first spiritual projector, connected to a long-range broadcasting cloth and sealed with a safety trigger.
Qingqing, of course, had the second half.
And right now?
She was in her private chamber, gripping the edge of her seat, face flushed, legs clenched together as white fog coiled between her thighs.
"This bastard—"
"Why the hell would he show this to !?"
But she didn't look away.
Her eyes were glued to the projection, watching two sect elders get reduced to sobbing, tail-wagging cum buckets, while Su Xiaobai narrated with casual confidence.
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[Back to the Cabin]
"So…" Su Xiaobai turned to the fox sisters, arms crossed.
"You two wanna try running?"
"Or would you rather be my horses again?"
Hu Jiao'er gritted her teeth.
Hu i'er buried her face in her sister's arm, ears twitching uncontrollably.
They both understood.
For the next week?
They weren't elders.
They were livestock.
Horse. Cow. Mount. Mouth.
And if they stepped out of line?
The whole cultivation world would be watching.
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Post-Blackmail Depravity – The Fox Training Schedule...
After the Imaging Stone threat was made—and taken very seriously—Hu Jiao'er and Hu i'er accepted their fate like defeated generals turned royal concubines.
But Su Xiaobai?
He didn't stop at "horse and cow."
Oh no.
That was just Monday.
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Day 1 – "Twin Mount Spiritual Rodeo"
Su Xiaobai rode them through the ship's upper deck naked, switching positions mid-stride.
Hu Jiao'er was the default mount—stronger thighs, more stable hips.
Hu i'er got to wear the saddle.
They neigh on command now.
"Mmmnnggh~" was their new cry.
Passersby saw nothing—he used an invisibility array.
But the moans still echoed.
____
Day 2 – "Dual Cauldron Stirring"
He tied them up on their knees, placed two alchemy cauldrons in front of them... and fed them his Yang Pills.
They stirred it with their mouths.
Constant. Sloppy. Face-fucking.
"This is a mouth technique refinent session," he declared.
"Perfect it, or I show Qingqing the high-speed version."
Hu Jiao'er gagged.
Hu i'er cried.
Neither stopped.
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Day 3 – "Pill Refinent via Pussy Pressure"
He inserted small Yang-infused pearls into their fox furnaces, then fucked them until the pearls were spiritually 'refined' by clenching.
Whoever kept the pearl inside longer, won.
The loser?
Got licked clean by the winner.
Hu i'er lost. On purpose.
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Day 4 – "Battlefield Bedding"
Su Xiaobai activated ship-wide alarms, then dragged both sisters onto the command deck during a fake ergency drill.
He bent them over the control arrays and plowed them in front of spirit screens.
Fox tails flying.
Red faces.
Unaware that Qingqing had activated "Theater Mode."
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Day 5 – "Spiritual at Testing"
He blindfolded them.
Summoned a replica rod using Qi illusion.
Had them taste test which one was real.
They failed.
They begged for the real one.
He made them apologize to it before sucking.
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Day 6 – "Public Performance Threat Day"
He walked them to the balcony.
Spread their legs.
Brought out the Imaging Stone.
Didn't press it.
Just let them think he might.
They ca harder from fear than from pleasure.
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Day 7 – "Tail Temple Worship"
Final day.
He sat on a throne made of fox fur.
Forced them to kneel, kiss, worship, and chant his na while stroking his rod in unison.
"This is your new sect technique."
"The Man-Milking Twin Tail Sutra."
They morized it.
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