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Chapter 85: The Taste of Sisters Together
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 14:14:42 +0000 UTC[Golden vines filled the sky, piercing through the Devouring Sun Beast's body, completely extracting the power bestowed upon it by Nanook.]
[The colossal body of the Devouring Sun Beast instantly withered into bones.]
[On another battlefield, Mirror-Reflection, who had been entangled with two Abundance Emanators, was shocked.]
[First, his three tactician colleagues had adhered to "ally in distress, unmoving as a mountain," and now the strongest among them, Devouring Sun, had been beaten to death. Mirror-Reflection immediately sensed a thick conspiracy at play.]
[He quickly began to consider retreat.]
[Yet the moment he showed signs of withdrawing, the two Abundance Emanators noticed and clung to him like rabid dogs, refusing to let him escape.]
[Mirror-Reflection's heart sank—his opponents had laid their cards bare.]
[As expected, Solon, fresh from his victory over Devouring Sun, immediately rushed toward this battlefield.]
[Panicking, Mirror-Reflection desperately tried to flee. Unfortunately, his expertise lay in creating Voidrangers and large-scale warfare—one-on-one combat was not his forte, and the Abundance Emanators were notoriously difficult to shake off.]
[By the time Solon arrived, Mirror-Reflection still hadn't broken free.]
[Without wasting words, Solon unleashed a flurry of golden Buddha fists, pummeling him into a pulp before extracting the power of Destruction from his corpse.]
[After this battle, the Antimatter Legion was severely weakened. Four of the seven Destruction Emanators had fallen, and the remaining three had grown estranged from Nanook.]
[Finding suitable vessels capable of bearing vast amounts of Destruction energy and ascending to Emanator status was no easy task—meaning the Destruction faction no longer posed an immediate threat. Solon could now safely proceed with the next phase of his plan.]
[Returning to the Xianzhou, Solon eagerly took the extracted Destruction energy and began forcibly seizing its authority.]
[But he soon realized his miscalculation.]
[As the saying goes, "third time's the charm." Nanook, having repeatedly suffered losses at Solon's hands, had grown wiser this time.]
[The moment Solon began plundering the authority of Destruction, Nanook sensed his actions and fought back.]
[Though separated by countless light-years, Nanook was the original owner of this authority—his speed of reclamation far surpassed Solon's.]
[In the end, Solon only managed to seize less than 10%, while Nanook reclaimed the rest.]
[After assessing his gains, Solon found he held less than 30% of the Path of Destruction's authority. A wry smile crossed his face.]
[The universe never conformed to one's desires—unexpected twists always rendered outcomes imperfect.]
[Solon's ultimate goal wasn't to replace Nanook as the second Aeon of Destruction. After all, the cosmos was filled with countless beauties waiting for his affection—destroying it would be a waste.]
[But less than 30% authority was far from enough. To fully suppress Nanook's control over the Path of Destruction, he needed at least 50%.]
[Only by overpowering Nanook could he confidently proceed to the next phase of his plan.]
[But before that… he needed to relieve the stress accumulated from battle.]
[So he sent messages to Xueyi and Hanya, summoning them.]
[He had to admit—this pair of sisters grew more delightful with each encounter, their flavors deepening over time.]
[The elder sister had a petite, almost girlish figure, yet her personality was brash, rigid, and fiercely proactive.]
[The younger sister had a voluptuous, mature body, yet her personality was secretly sensual, adaptable, and content to drift along.]
[The two were like mirror images, offering an exquisite contrast that heightened their charm.]
[This time, Solon was determined to enjoy them together.]
[He called Xueyi first.]
["You lecherous monk—still as impatient as ever. Why summon me so late?" Xueyi spoke bluntly the moment she arrived.]
[Solon smiled benevolently, his eyes glinting. "If you already know I'm a lecherous monk, why ask?"]
[Xueyi seemed to sense something ominous in his grin. Without another word, she leaped back, trying to escape.]
[But her efforts were futile.]
[With a mere snap of Solon's fingers, her agile movements abruptly stiffened. She swayed unsteadily, as if drunk, before her legs gave out—thud!—and she collapsed into a kneeling sit.]
[Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She panted heavily, her cherry lips releasing warm, moist breaths laced with a faint sweetness.]
[Her arms clutched her chest as her entire body trembled. Her slender legs, sheathed in white stockings, bent into a perfect "seiza" pose.]
[It was worth noting—though the sisters differed starkly in personality and physique, their long, toned legs were equally exquisite from years of training.]
[And whether by preference or deliberate contrast, the elder sister adored white stockings, while the younger preferred bare skin.]
[Xueyi glared at Solon, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, inflamed by the aphrodisiac. "You shameless bastard—you drugged me again!"]
[The aphrodisiac, specially tailored for the sisters, worked flawlessly. Xueyi lost all ability to resist almost instantly.]
[Yet her stubborn, rigid nature made her resist even as Solon "purified her impurities" and "imparted Buddhist teachings." Unless he pushed her to the brink of ecstasy, rendering her unconscious, she never fully surrendered.]
[But today, Solon was determined to shatter that defiant mask and reduce her to a dazed, broken mess.]
[He didn't bother refuting Xueyi's accusation, only offering an eerie smile. Another guest had yet to arrive—one who would be the key to breaking Xueyi's defenses. For now, he only needed to ensure she couldn't fight back.]
[Once certain of her helplessness, Solon bound her wrists and ankles to a lotus platform and gagged her.]
[Now Xueyi could neither move nor speak, only emit muffled whimpers.]
Xueyi's body burned.
The aphrodisiac coursed through her veins like liquid fire, searing away reason and leaving only raw, throbbing need.
Her thighs trembled, her back arching involuntarily against the golden restraints that held her spread-eagled on the lotus platform.
The silken gag muffled her whimpers, but the dampness between her legs betrayed her.
Solon circled her slowly, his fingertips trailing along the delicate curve of her stocking-clad thigh.
The fabric was sheer, clinging to her skin like a second layer, and he could already see the glistening evidence of her arousal soaking through.
"Mmph—! Mmmnngh!"
Xueyi thrashed, her silver hair disheveled, her amber eyes blazing with fury—and something darker, something she refused to name.
Solon chuckled, his voice a low, sinful murmur.
"Still so stubborn, Xueyi? Even when your body begs for release?"
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
"But don't worry… your sister will help you admit the truth soon enough."
[After arranging Xueyi, Solon promptly contacted Hanya.]
[Before long, Hanya appeared at the palace entrance.]
[Solon greeted her personally, his face alight with a smile.]
[Seeing him come out to welcome her, a flicker of surprise passed through Hanya's dead-fish eyes before she bowed respectfully. "Great Master."]
[Solon raised a hand cheerfully. "No need for formalities. Today, I've finally convinced another believer to join us in… studying Buddhist teachings."]
[Hanya's face flushed slightly—she understood his implication perfectly.]
[He had previously probed the sisters' thoughts on group sessions.]
[The elder sister, Xueyi, resisted to the death. The younger, Hanya, had reluctantly indulged him a few times.]
[But to preserve their mutual protective instincts, Solon had always trained them separately. This was the first time he had summoned them together.]
Hanya stood there, her voluptuous figure draped in flowing robes that did little to hide the ripe curves beneath.
Her eyes—usually dull and indifferent—now flickered with a mix of resignation and reluctant anticipation as they landed on her bound sister.
Solon stepped aside, gesturing toward Xueyi. "Why don't you show her how a proper disciple… surrenders?"
Hanya hesitated for only a second before gliding forward. Her fingers, soft yet deliberate, traced the edge of Xueyi's gag.
"Sister," she whispered, her voice slow. "Fighting him is pointless. You know that, don't you?"
Xueyi's glare could have melted steel.
Hanya's hands slid lower, cupping her sister's small but pert breasts through the fabric of her robes. "You're already wet," she murmured. "Why deny it?"
Solon watched, his own arousal hardening beneath his robes, as Hanya's fingers dipped between Xueyi's thighs.
The elder sister's back arched violently, her muffled moans turning desperate. Hanya's touch was practiced, relentless—she knew exactly how to unravel her.
Xueyi's resistance wavered. Her thighs trembled, her hips lifting involuntarily into Hanya's touch.
Solon stepped forward then, his hands settling on Hanya's waist. "Good girl," he praised, his voice rough with desire. "Now… let's teach her properly."
In one swift motion, he tore Hanya's robes open, exposing her full, heavy breasts and the dripping heat between her thighs. Xueyi's eyes widened—her sister, always so composed, was already slick with arousal.
Hanya gasped as Solon's fingers plunged into her, his thumb circling her clit with cruel precision. "Ah—! M-Master…!"
Xueyi watched, transfixed, as Hanya came apart under his touch, her moans mingling with the wet, filthy sounds of his fingers fucking into her.
And then—
Solon turned his gaze back to Xueyi.
"Your turn."
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Fuji Tatsumaki
Haha finally! Shimaidon here we go! 😆
