The door was little more than warped planks nailed together with rusty iron. It had never been meant to keep anything out—only to give the illusion of privacy to a dying boy no one cared about.
Alex kicked it open.
The thin wood exploded outward in splinters. Dawn light—gray, cold, wet—flooded the hut. Three figures stood in the mud just beyond the threshold.
Gorran was in front. Broad-shouldered, thick-necked, the kind of man who looked strong until you saw how soft his belly had become from too much stolen rice wine. His hair was greasy, tied back with a fraying cord. A crude iron-studded club hung from his belt. Behind him stood his two usual shadows: Lean Jaw (real name forgotten by everyone, even himself) and Pock (because of the scars on his cheeks). Both carried short wooden staves. All three smelled of sour sweat and anticipation.
Gorran’s mouth was already open to deliver the usual taunt.
"What the fu—"
The words died when he saw Alex standing upright.
Naked.
Glistening.
Cock still thick and heavy, half-hard, slick with cum and Lila’s arousal.
Shoulders broader than yesterday.
Arms corded with new muscle.
Eyes calm. Too calm.
Gorran’s gaze dropped to Lila.
She was pressed against Alex’s side, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other hand resting possessively on his abdomen. Her torn green dress barely clung to her body. One strap had snapped; the bodice hung loose, exposing most of one heavy breast. Red marks bloomed across her throat and the tops of her tits—fingerprints, bite marks, the evidence of hours of rough claiming. Thick white trails of semen ran down the insides of her thighs. She was trembling, but not from cold. Her pupils were blown wide. Her lips were swollen and glistening.
She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly, repeatedly, irrevocably fucked.
Gorran’s face went from red to purple.
"You... you little shit. You touched her? You—"
Alex tilted his head slightly.
"I didn’t touch her," he said quietly. "She begged. She cried. She came so many times she soaked the straw. And she’s still dripping my cum right now."
Lila made a small, needy sound against his ribs and pressed closer.
Gorran’s club came up fast.
He was Qi Gathering third layer—nothing impressive in the grand scheme of the cultivation world, but more than enough to crush the skull of a crippled orphan. The club swung in a vicious arc aimed at Alex’s temple.
Alex caught it.
One hand.
No visible effort.
The wood cracked under his grip like dry bread.
Gorran’s eyes bulged.
Alex twisted.
Bone snapped—loud, wet, unmistakable. Gorran’s forearm bent at an impossible angle. The club dropped into the mud.
He screamed.
Alex backhanded him.
The sound was like a wet slab of meat slapped against stone. Gorran’s head snapped sideways. Two teeth flew out in a small red arc. He collapsed backward, splashing into the muck, clutching his ruined arm.
Lean Jaw and Pock froze.
They had come expecting to drag a screaming cripple. Not... this.
Alex stepped forward, bare feet sinking into the cold mud. His cock swayed with the movement—still glistening, still intimidating.
"Pick him up," he said.
Neither man moved.
Alex’s voice dropped lower.
"Now."
Lean Jaw moved first—stumbling forward, grabbing Gorran under the armpits, hauling him upright. Pock followed a heartbeat later, supporting the other side. Gorran was whimpering, snot and blood running down his chin.
Alex looked at Lila.
She was staring at the scene with wide, shining eyes.
"Show them," he said.
Lila swallowed once. Then she stepped forward into the doorway, letting the torn dress slip off one shoulder completely. One full breast spilled free, nipple dark and stiff in the morning air.
She dropped slowly to her knees in the mud.
The three men stared.
Lila looked up at Alex—adoration, shame, hunger all mixed in her gaze. Then she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
She didn’t tease.
She worshipped.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, collecting the mixture of their fluids. She moaned around him—loud, shameless, vibrating down his shaft. One hand cupped his balls, gently rolling them; the other slid between her own thighs, fingers disappearing into her swollen, leaking cunt.
She bobbed her head.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the morning quiet.
Gorran made a strangled noise.
Lila pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head.
"I belong to him," she said clearly, voice trembling but firm. "My mouth. My cunt. My womb. All of it."
She turned her head toward Gorran.
"You used to grab my ass when no one was looking. You called me a tease. You said one day you’d make me scream."
She smiled—small, cruel, satisfied.
"Now I scream for him. Every time he fills me. Every time he makes me squirt. Every time he pumps another load into my belly."
She turned back to Alex and swallowed him again—deeper this time. Her throat worked visibly. She gagged once, twice, then forced herself down until her nose pressed against his pelvis.
Alex put one hand on the back of her head and began to fuck her face.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
The wet gluck-gluck-gluck echoed.
He spoke while he used her mouth.
"You came here to collect three copper coins’ worth of trash," he said. "Look at her. Look at how eagerly she chokes on my cock. Look at how wet she is just from sucking me. This—" he thrust deeper, making Lila’s eyes water "—is what real value looks like."
He pulled out suddenly.
Lila gasped, coughing, drool running down her chin.
Alex grabbed her by the hair and turned her around so she faced the three men on all fours.
"Spread yourself," he ordered.
Lila reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
Her pussy gaped slightly—red, swollen, dripping. Thick white cum still leaked steadily from her entrance.
"Tell them," Alex said.
Lila’s voice shook.
"I’m his cum-dump. His breeding bitch. My cunt exists to take his seed. My womb exists to carry his children. I came so many times last night I lost count. I squirted on his cock until the straw was soaked. And I’ll do it again right now... in front of you... so you understand."
Alex stepped behind her.
He rubbed the head of his cock through her folds—once, twice—coating himself in the mess he had already left inside her.
Then he pushed in.
One long, slow, deliberate thrust.
Lila’s back arched. Her mouth fell open in a long, shuddering moan.
He bottomed out—balls pressed to her clit—and held there for a moment, letting the three men see exactly how deeply he was buried.
Then he started to fuck her.
Hard.
The clap of flesh on flesh was loud in the morning air. Lila’s heavy breasts swung beneath her with every impact. Her ass rippled. Her thighs trembled.
She didn’t hold back.
"Harder—Master—please—fuck me—show them—"
Alex obliged.