Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The shrine maiden, who hadn't seen any fun, pouted and said under the pleading gazes of Hirako and the others, "However, it's not difficult to get rid of your dragon poison. Although I will absolutely not help you, there are plenty of people who can."

As she spoke, the shrine maiden's gaze drifted past Hirako and the kitten, then past Tachibana Nako, before returning to Harunobu's bulging bulge.

"The effects of dragon poison seem to vary from person to person, but at its core it is nothing more than inciting people to become obsessed and corrupting their souls. Those who are greedy for money will become even more craving money after being poisoned, and may even devour gold and silver; the same applies to those who crave power, those who love violence, and so on."

"And you..."

The shrine maiden mimicked what Harunobu had occasionally done in front of her, shrugging her two round, jade-like shoulders, unable to suppress her laughter: "Dragons are inherently lewd, and you've been poisoned by the strongest kind of poison, but it's also the easiest to cure for you."

Upon hearing this, Hirako and the kitten blushed and buried their heads in Harunobu's arms.

Harunobu, with a strange expression and a puzzled look, asked the priestess, "You mean, the antidote is simply that my wives and I... um, have sex?"

"But wouldn't that make the poison worse? It's like someone whose desire for money has been aroused won't be cured by simply accumulating wealth, right?"

If the shrine maiden hadn't kept laughing, Harunobu might not have had so many doubts. But now, Harunobu deeply suspected that this greedy shrine maiden was making fun of him.

The priestess slowly picked up the remaining pastries and took a small bite: "Different poisons naturally have different antidotes. Normally, I could just use magic to cure dragon poison, but you're the one who's abnormal."

"Besides, you don't think this method is simple, do you? Dragons have very strong desires, and yours are no less so. Taken together..."

The priestess licked her jade-like index finger and finally couldn't hold back her laughter any longer: "One or two of them aren't enough for you to squander. Luckily, you have dozens of wives... Remember, you only have one day left."

As she scraped the last bit of sweet cake into her mouth, the shrine maiden's eyes curved into crescent moons. It was hard to tell whether she was smiling from the sweetness or from the large melon in front of her.

Or a combination of both.

Harunobu stiffly held Hirako, feeling a chill run down his spine. Even he, if he had to do it with sixty...seventy people a day, would be completely drained. And judging from the shrine maiden's grinning face, it was clear that one ejaculation from each person wouldn't be enough to resolve the situation smoothly.

Having seen enough of Harunobu's conflicted expression, the shrine maiden added with a smile, "By the way, you don't need to worry about stamina. The dragon poison will also strengthen the body of the poisoned, ensuring a stable corrosion of the soul. So you just need to try your best to communicate with your wives. If all else fails, I can even commission you to have a secret house potion made to your liking... Pfft!"

Watching the shrine maiden covering her mouth, laughing so hard her body was convulsing, Harunobu felt his blood vessels throb as well. If it weren't for...

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She had a cute smile, and her large breasts, which trembled with her body, were incredibly sexy. He was now... no, wait!

Harunobu took a deep breath, stopping his runaway thoughts.

He admitted he was a normal womanizer, but he still had basic manners. He didn't fantasize about others, especially his friends. It's not like he lacked women; if he wanted more, why not go find Hirako and the others for real-life experiences?

So what happened just now must have been due to the dragon's poison taking effect... corroding the soul. Was the dream before also caused by this?

Harunobu was deep in thought, while Hirako had already exchanged glances with the kitten.

The priestess suddenly added, "By the way, don't even think about using just one or two people to cure the poison, unless you think she can withstand the combined strength of dozens of people..."

The shrine maiden's words were only hinted at, but Hirako and Koneko already understood. A quick association terrified them with the images that flashed through their minds. Normally, they couldn't even last one or two rounds with Harunobu; now they were going to have to do it dozens or even hundreds of times with Harunobu, whose body had been enhanced?

I'm going to die... I'll die!

Nako Tachibana smiled and leaned closer to Sachiko Hira, speaking softly.

Chapter 203: The Classic Detoxification Process (A Long Chapter of 10,000 Words)

Harunobu and his group returned to the Aozora-kan, carrying a plate of pastries given to them free of charge by the shrine maiden.

The hall was surprisingly quiet, even though it was nighttime; it would usually be bustling with activity. Guerrillas changing shifts, female disciples finishing their lessons, taking walks to clear their minds…

Orioles and swallows chirped and chattered.

But today it was quite quiet. There was no one in sight, inside or outside the gates, or even in the courtyards and corridors. Only the Nichishun Dormitory and the main dojo were lit by candlelight. Moreover, there were only people in the main dojo, and quite a few of them.

Sandwiched between Hirako and the kitten, Harunobu stood frozen in the corridor, rubbing his face: "Sachiko..."

Hirako suddenly tensed up, as if some secret had been exposed, and looked nervously at Harunobu: "Husband, what's wrong?"

"You're even showing your accent now." Harunobu patted the plump, round buttocks right next to him, feeling their firm texture, and a reassuring smile appeared on his face.

Hearing Harunobu's words, Hirako breathed a sigh of relief, swaying her ample hips to make it easier for Harunobu to knead and savor them. At the same time, her hand slid down to Harunobu's crotch: "Did the teacher guess?"

“I deliberately let Tachibana Nako leave first, and then the place is still like this. You can imagine what happened, right?” Harunobu said, picking up the kitten and poking her smooth little face. “Tell me, was this your idea, you naughty child?”

The kitten pouted, wishing it was her idea, but unfortunately, the long-scheming Tachibana Nako successfully surpassed the overly concerned kitten and won the hosting rights for the silver party.

That's right. If Harunobu wasn't hallucinating, his disciples... well, I should say his wives were all gathered in the main dojo, and they were all breathing rather rapidly.

Harunobu's breathing was also rapid.

However, given the circumstances, it was impossible for Harunobu to suggest, "Why don't we just go out and find some courtesans?" Just as he wouldn't agree to let these disciples from arranged marriages go off to pursue true love.

nonexistent.

Perhaps it was because of the dragon's poison, but Qingxin has finally figured things out and is no longer conflicted. Whether it was exploitation or not, it doesn't matter anymore; he already has someone who loves him very, very much.

Hirako, Neko, and Hosho Amu. I've already maximized their emotional value. As for these women who came through arranged marriages, they're already mine anyway, so even if I keep them as decorative objects, I can't just throw them away, absolutely not.

If it's not going to be thrown out, then when it's necessary and needs to be used, is there any need to postpone it?

Is this because dragon venom corrupts and corrupts the soul?

No. Harunobu is now very clear-headed about this, because if he hadn't originally thought this way, he could have firmly refused the marriage proposal back then, or at least told the disciples that they were free to come and go as they pleased, but he didn't do that.

Ultimately, that's what they really think, but they can't bring themselves to admit it and want to maintain a high-class image, even though their reputation has long been that of a womanizer, they still want to try and salvage the situation.

hypocrite.

That's roughly the feeling.

His shamelessness now might be due to the dragon poison, but that's also part of it. Forcing himself on him is pointless. He has plenty of women; there's no need to resort to force.

I'll open the door and ask them later. If anyone is unwilling, they'll be forced to leave and eavesdrop.

As Harunobu's mind raced, he arrived at the main dojo's gate. The rapid breathing inside rushed into Harunobu's sensitive ears like a storm, making him somewhat nervous.

Of course, it shouldn't be shown on the surface.

Open the door and go inside.

Harunobu looked at the people gathered in the room, but the questions he had prepared were instantly forgotten by the shocking sight.

In the dim candlelight, dozens of women, each with their own specialties, knelt on the tatami mats. As soon as Harunobu opened the door, they all knelt down in unison before him, calling out softly in sweet voices, "Master~"

Some of them were completely naked, exposing their fair skin entirely to Qingxin's eyes. Pink shyness crept over their jade-like backs and honeyed buttocks, falling into their mysterious crevices.

Some were dressed very conservatively, but excessively so, their thin clothing tightly constricting their bodies. Neck, breasts, waist, buttocks... every curve was completely exposed, even the shape of their private parts was highlighted. Yet, their entire bodies were still tightly wrapped, with not a single inch of skin showing.

Others wore all sorts of unusual clothing, including fluffy Western dresses, traditional kimonos, and modified cheongsams that were just becoming popular in the neighboring country. They were more scattered, some neatly dressed and meticulous, while others had their clothes half-undone, revealing large swaths of alluring skin.

The only thing they all had in common was that they all knelt before Qingxin, bowing their heads and sticking out their buttocks, letting Qingxin's gaze linger and lick them.

In the dimly lit main dojo, Harunobu's breathing was incredibly clear. Faced with this scene, Harunobu felt his sanity had reached the edge of an abyss, and the dragon's poison was constantly pulling him away.

At least, at least say something...

Kneeling at the front, Tachibana Nako crawled on her knees to Harunobu's side, her hair deliberately styled into a woman's updo that caught Harunobu's eye.

Nako Tachibana changed into a cherry blossom-colored kimono that was clearly a size too small. Her exaggeratedly large breasts were tightly suppressed by the high-quality fabric, transforming into a shape that made one's mouth dry. Her equally impressive buttocks were not to be outdone, and even though the fabric was digging into her flesh, they still stood up, meeting Harunobu's eyes.

Feeling Harunobu's gaze, Tachibana Nako slowly raised her head. Her long, coiled hair couldn't hide her fair neck, and the curves of her neck were fully exposed to Harunobu's eyes. Until she raised her head, revealing her youthful yet mature and alluring face.

For a moment, Harunobu thought he saw tangerines and pomelos.

Before he could think it through, the wet sensation had already seeped through his dragon and into his head. Tachibana Nako skillfully used the techniques that Harunobu had taught her, licking the already swollen dragon through Harunobu's black hakama.

"Uh-huh……"

Heavy breaths slapped against Harunobu's massive dragon. Her youthful yet alluring face pressed intently against his crotch, eagerly swallowing his dragon through her black hakama, as if anything bearing his scent was an unparalleled delicacy.

Harunobu swallowed again, along with his last shred of reason.

Sensing the renewed expansion of his dragon, Hirako skillfully tore off Harunobu's black hakama. The moment the cumbersome fabric ripped, the purplish-black dragon shot out and struck Tachibana Nako's face heavily.

With a snap, empty.

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The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Having slept for a day and a night, Harunobu's body naturally didn't smell very pleasant. But as that fishy, ​​foul odor spread and entered Tachibana Nako's nostrils, her breathing became even more rapid.

"Ha...ha...this is...the taste of Harunobu..."

Not only Tachibana Nako, but the other disciples who were still in the dogeza posture also involuntarily raised their heads and moved forward. It wasn't that they had any strange preference for the smell, but simply because it was the smell that Harunobu was exuding, and it was the first time they had seen Harunobu's enormous dragon with their own eyes.

What they've always dreamed of.

Then they watched helplessly as Tachibana Nako swallowed their treasure whole.

Jealousy, envy, excitement. A burning desire overwhelmed their last line of defense, even though Tachibana Nako was their benefactor—the one who helped them choose clothes, arrange seating, and impart basic knowledge, telling them that now was the best time to get into teacher's college, and that this wasn't the time for humility or repaying kindness!

The crowd surged forward, crowding around Qingxin.

Clumps of beautiful breasts, each with a different shape, size, and texture, clustered together, pressing against Qingxin's body. Pairs of strong, delicate hands caressed every inch of Qingxin's exposed body—his clothes had been torn to shreds in the first instant and then inserted into his mouth and acupoints.

"Ha...ha...Teacher's College...love me...ha..."

A thousand charming voices rose and fell, one after another, like waves crashing against each other, while moist liquid dripped into the tatami mats, spreading out as transparent water stains.

Unable to get close to Harunobu, the disciples couldn't help but lower their bodies, watching as Tachibana Nako rapidly swallowed and spit out his dragon, while she began to fondle his erect nipples and red beans.

Qingxin was even momentarily jolted awake by the scene, completely bewildered as to how things had turned out this way. He knew some of his disciples lusted after him, but this…

"hiss--"

The wet, licking sensation on his ankle made Harunobu tense up. His barely regained rationality crumbled completely as more and more nimble, fragrant tongues clung to his body. But he would eventually get the answer to his question: even disregarding the previous act of saving the damsel in distress, Harunobu, this young, powerful, loyal, wealthy, and handsome samurai and dojo master, was already a coveted piece of meat.

Now, it's just that the hunters who haven't found an opportunity have gone completely mad. Tachibana Nako didn't even need to use any rhetoric; she simply mentioned that there was a chance to attend a teacher's college, and the main dojo was already packed with people signing up.

But now is not the time to talk about these things.

Harunobu, whose rationality had snapped twice, was no longer satisfied with Tachibana Nako's swallowing skills. He roughly pushed away Tachibana Nako, who was deeply kissing his scrotum, and knocked down Hira Sachiko, who was always standing next to him, and skillfully sank the ball in one go.

The sharply defined, purplish-black dragon parted the tender flesh, and the already incredibly moist honey hole smoothly accommodated the old man. Feeling the fullness and swelling in her lower body, and the scalding heat, Hirako immediately let out a satisfied moan, her hands and feet tightly hooking around Harunobu's body.

It's melting. It's melting under the attack of Harunobu's giant dragon. It doesn't want the giant dragon to be pulled out; it wants it to stay inside.

Harunobu began to throb, and Hirako's tight grip only excited him more, making his thrusts even more violent. His hard, erect penis ravaged the moist, tender flesh of her vagina, each thrust penetrating deep inside, the head of his penis slamming against her clitoris, causing Hirako to cry out in wanton abandon.

"Qingxin... Teacher's College... Husband! Damn it... Damn it—slow down—ah!"

The atmosphere at Qingkong Pavilion was incredibly solemn. The serious instructor had completely forgotten about the disciple beside her, immersed in the immense pressure of Qingxin's actions. With each deep thrust of Qingxin, her ten fingers gripped his back tightly, allowing him to penetrate even further, leaving faint red marks on his skin. And when Qingxin withdrew, she would relax slightly, adjusting her position to allow him to more easily plunge into the depths of his acupoints.

This is the tacit understanding between the couple, a teamwork honed through countless battles.

However, this kind of cooperation was not easy to be discovered. The surrounding disciples only saw the extremely serious Shifan Dai under the Shifan's huge dragon, moaning like a wanton woman. The tender flesh inside her honey hole was even turned outward with each thrust, and the honey water was splashing everywhere, completely wetting the tatami below.

Their mouths were dry as they swallowed hard, and they involuntarily moved closer to Qingxin.

To lick, to suck.

Knead, stroke.

Harunobu, while forcefully penetrating his lover with Hirako in the most basic position, generously allowed his disciples to play with his body, still vigorously manipulating the lover beneath him.

His wife, his wife, his beloved.

Holy shit, holy shit!

The dragon pierced through the layers of tender flesh, and the friction aroused Qingxin's excitement. His hands, which were gripping her waist, swam up to her exposed snow-capped peaks, skillfully playing with her already erect nipples. He squeezed her white breasts hard, not content with that, and even tried to put them in his mouth, swallow them, and nibble on them.

Thick saliva flowed, covering the two full snow-capped peaks.

The stinging and tingling sensations slowly seeped into the intense pleasure. Already lost in a blissful ecstasy, Hirako arched her chest to make it easier for Harunobu to suckle her breasts.

Her lover, her husband, her teacher.

She was willing to let him vent as he pleased, enjoyed the feeling of his fascination with her body, and couldn't live without Qingxin's favoritism towards her.

Even in this situation, he wanted her to be the first.

Thinking of this, Hirako felt her lower body tighten and swell even more. A tingling, itchy, and numbing pleasure, along with a deep sense of love, rushed into Hirako's mind, making her moan more and more wantonly, because Harunobu liked it this way.

"Fuck me...fuck me to death...husband...I'm yours...husband loves me—ah—ah!"

With a series of unrestrained moans from Hirako, Harunobu plunged down into her. Hirako's ample, plump buttocks rippled and pounded against the tatami mat. Her flat stomach bulged with a distinct, rod-like mark, and her eyes rolled back, leaving only her habitual moans, accompanied by clear saliva that trickled down her chin.

Then, the dragon head, with heavy force, smashed open the flower's heart, and the turbid white essence of life gushed out, filling the small flower chamber. Then, it flowed out along the acupoints that had been widened to the extreme, along with a large amount of nectar.

Hirako's cheeks flushed red, and she looked at Harunobu with a dreamy gaze. Her intense love seemed to be materializing, but her weak and sore body forced her to loosen her grip on Harunobu's hands and feet.

boo~

Qingxin slowly pulled out the dragon, its head slid out of the reluctant honeyed orifice with a loud thud. The dragon, covered in mucus and turbid white fluid, looked slightly tired, but it quickly perked up upon contact with the cold air.