She touched me.
One finger. Delicate. Slow.
Right on the tip.
I almost folded instantly.
My back arched. My body spasmed. I saw stars — not in my vision, but in my damn soul sea.
My core trembled.
My yang essence surged up like a volcano ready to blow.
And the Keeper of the First Volume just smiled like a devil in heat.
"Let's see if you're worthy," she whispered.
[Final Trial: Survive 3 Heavenly Strokes.]
[0/3 Completed.]
[FAILURE = Instant Release = Death.]
Cool. No pressure.
She began the first stroke.
It wasn't physical. Not really. It was like she stroked my spirit.
My dantian spun. My meridians screamed.
I felt her fingers travel along my length — in my soul — from base to tip, dragging out every drop of restraint I had and setting it on fire.
She leaned in. Licked her lips. Whispered dirty things I didn't even know I liked.
"You ever had a cultivator milk your essence through your spiritual core?"
No, ma'am. I have not.
Please stop.
Keep going.
[1st Heavenly Stroke completed.]
[Warning: Yang Pressure at 88%.]
I was already near my limit. One stroke in.
I clenched everything — teeth, fists, ass. My toes curled so hard I almost broke my own feet.
"Not bad," she said, stepping back. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. The motion alone nearly killed me. "Most men lose it before the first stroke ends."
"I'm not most men," I grunted. "I'm a f**king goon cultivator."
She smirked. "We'll see."
Second Stroke. Begin.
This time, she didn't just touch me.
She kissed it.
My real body didn't feel it. Not exactly. But my soul sure did.
A warm, wet, heavenly kiss — wrapping around my entire core, like getting sucked off by a goddess who studied tantric arts for a thousand years.
I screamed.
Mentally. Physically. Spiritually.
My entire body went rigid. My balls throbbed. My dick lit up like a divine weapon about to fire off a world-ending blast.
But I didn't bust.
Not yet.
I was shaking. Trembling. Crying like a little bitch.
But I held.
[2nd Heavenly Stroke completed.]
[Yang Pressure at 98%. Critical Limit.]
"You're insane," the Keeper said, genuinely surprised now. "How the hell are you still holding back?"
"I've spent years… edging… for nothing but dopamine and memes," I wheezed. "Now I'm edging for my f**king life."
She licked her lips.
"Then prepare yourself…"
Final Stroke. Begin.
She knelt.
In my soul.
Both hands moved in unison. Her tongue swirled. Her hips rocked. Her entire body moved like a cultivation sex machine designed to milk men into death.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
Everything blurred. I saw visions.
—Lan'er, crying outside the pagoda.
—My future self, seated on a throne made of used tissues.
—A sect full of women, bowing before me as I goon-meditated in the sky.
—A forbidden technique manual titled: "Nutless Nirvana: Immortal Path."
My core exploded.
Not physically. Not yet.
But I was right there.
Teetering.
[Yang Pressure at 99.9%]
I whispered, "I can't…"
"No," a voice echoed in my mind. "You must."
It was a system voice.
But deeper. Ancient.
Full of raw, goon-infused power.
[Hidden Trait Activated: Cultivation Through Suppression.]
[You are on the brink of forming your first Pleasure Core.]
[Do you release, or do you transcend?]
I had two choices.
1. Nut. Let it out. Die, but die smiling.
2. Hold. Refuse the orgasm. Break through. Ascend.
I screamed again.
Not out loud.
Inside.
Every part of me wanted to explode.
But I thought about my future.
I thought about cultivating my way into the Heavenly Porn Sutra Pavilion.
About mastering the Dao of Edging.
About collecting dual cultivation partners like Pokèmon cards.
About becoming the Goon Emperor.
And I held.
I held through the third stroke.
I passed.
[Final Heavenly Stroke Survived.]
[Trial Complete.]
[You have resisted orgasm through three divine techniques.]
[Congratulations. You have condensed your 1st Pleasure Core.]
[You have broken through to: Gooner Foundation Realm – Stage 3.]
[You have learned a new technique: Pleasure Breathing – First Form: Slow Stroke Heaven.]
[You have earned: First Volume of the Pleasure Sutra.]
I collapsed.
Spiritually. Physically.
My pants were still on.
My hands were clean.
But my balls?
They were weapons of mass destruction.
The Keeper leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"You are the first in a hundred years to succeed," she said softly. "Go forth. Cultivate. F**k the heavens."
The world around me faded.
I woke up outside the pagoda.
Lan'er gasped and ran to me.
"Master! You survived?!"
I looked up, eyes bloodshot, body trembling.
"Lan'er," I croaked, "get the cold water… and prepare a room."
"For what?"
I looked into the sky, eyes filled with burning yang essence and newfound spiritual depth.
"I need to edge."