Three days into hiding, I was a mess.
My balls were swollen like spiritual melons.
My Yang Qi overflowed so violently I couldn't sit cross-legged without glowing through my pants.
The cave reeked of restraint and regret.
Lan'er did her best. She brought ice spirit milk, cold talismans, suppression incense—hell, even tried rubbing my back while humming Buddhist chants.
None of it worked.
I was one more breath away from turning into a human cum volcano.
"Master," she said carefully, avoiding eye contact, "maybe it's time you, uh… relieved yourself."
"I can't!" I growled, pacing in circles. "If I bust, I lose the edge. I lose my Pleasure Core progress. I lose myself."
"Or you'll just lose your damn balls from overcharge," she muttered.
"I heard that."
"You were meant to."
I tried meditating again.
"Pleasure Breathing, First Form: Deny Desire."
Didn't help.
Even the ancient sutra laughed at me in my head.
> 'Deny, deny, deny… until your soul weeps.'
Yeah, well, my soul's crying blood.
Then it happened.
The dam cracked.
I was lying on a bamboo mat, breathing through clenched teeth, thinking about nothing.
Just emptiness.
Then Lan'er leaned over to give me another spirit milk bottle, and her robe slipped.
Just a little.
A single tit peeked out. Perfect curve. Pink nipple. Slight jiggle.
I exploded.
No warning. No time. Just—
"UUUNNGHH—"
White shot out.
I launched into the air like a goddamn rocket.
My semen hit the ceiling, the wall, the floor, a spider—R.I.P, Carl—the bamboo mat, and—
Lan'er.
Full-face.
Direct hit.
Eyes, lips, nose, some got in her ear.
There was a long silence.
Sticky. Humid. Unholy.
Then she blinked.
"Did you just—"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I looked at the nipple and it just—my core slipped—!"
She wiped a glob off her eyebrow and stared at it.
Then stared at me.
Then at the wall.
Then at her ruined robe.
"I wasn't even trying to be seductive."
"You weren't. I just—too much build-up. Three days of edging. The first tit I see and BOOM. Instant divine shot."
I collapsed. Soul drained. Balls emptied. Spirit shattered.
She sat down slowly. Still dripping.
"Well," she said after a minute, "at least now we know your range."
"I could've put out a forest fire," I mumbled.
Lan'er walked over and sat beside me. "Master…"
"Yeah?"
"Next time…" She flicked her wrist, flinging a little cum off her sleeve. "…warn me before you nuke me with your sacred sauce."
"Sorry."
Pause.
"…Also, next time…" She bit her lip. "…maybe just aim it inside me."
I stared.
"What?"
She blushed but kept going. "You're a danger to the environment now. You almost flooded the cave. If you're gonna let loose, at least give it to someone who can use it."
"You mean—"
"I'm your assistant, right?" she said. "Your only trusted partner? If milking you occasionally helps you survive, then…" She rolled over onto her hands and knees. "…milk me."
I blinked.
Hard.
"You're not joking?"
She looked back at me. "Master, I just took a spiritual bukkake to the face. I've gone past the point of jokes."
"…Fair."
My core buzzed again.
I was already hard. Again.
That one release? Barely a dent. I was like a cursed nut genie.
So I grabbed her by the hips.
"Lan'er," I said solemnly, "you're about to do something stupid and very brave."
She smiled. "Wouldn't be the first time."
And I went in.
No romance. No teasing.
Just raw, desperate nut relief.
I slipped in and immediately let out a noise that sounded like a dying bear learning opera.
Lan'er whimpered. "So… big…"
"I'm sorry. I'm not in control. This is all goon instinct now."
She took it.
Bravely.
Like a loyal assistant who saw her master suffering and decided to take a spiritual missile to the uterus.
Each thrust made the cave shake.
Her moans echoed off the walls.
Even the nearby squirrels evacuated.
"Master!" she cried. "I feel it! The Yang Qi—it's too much—!"
"I'm close!"
"Already?!"
"I'm always close!"
She tightened.
And I exploded.
Harder than before.
My eyes rolled back. My soul ascended. My body twitched.
I let out a moan so loud a bird outside the cave laid an egg.
Lan'er's stomach bloated slightly.
I pulled out.
She collapsed, twitching, smiling, filled to the brim.
I collapsed next to her.
"...Feel better?" she whispered.
"Yes," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I think I've achieved temporary nutvana."
Silence.
Then Lan'er asked:
"…Did you just coin that term?"
"Yes."
"…I hate it."
We laughed.
Even as the spiritual pressure outside the cave rose.
Someone was approaching.
Another sect?
Another bounty hunter?
Maybe even the Matriarch herself?
I didn't care.
For now, I had my assistant, my relief, and an empty sack.
Let them come.
I'd fill them all.
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