Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Harunobu licked his lips and slammed his head against her soft, honeyed buttocks twice. Amidst the slapping sounds, Tachibana Seiko let out a lewd cry and began to slowly crawl forward.

"Ooh ooh—Master—ah~"

Because of the shaking, Harunobu gripped Tachibana Seiko's dragon horns even tighter and rammed into her more heavily, almost hanging on her body. As a result, the thick dragon head plunged directly into her flower core, and the already weak and limp mother dragon let out a cry and almost staggered to the ground.

This startled Tachibana Naoko and Tachibana Yuzu, who exclaimed in surprise. They had only just started working on it back in Tokyo, and this jerk was asking them not to mess things up now! "No, let me do it!"

But Tachibana Seiko had automatically ignored the other two versions of herself speaking, focusing entirely on Harunobu, who was relentlessly and mercilessly assaulting her. The thick, hard dragon body violently forced open the mother dragon's lair, its hard head repeatedly plunging into the innermost part of the lair, impacting the deepest chambers. Like electric currents, it continuously coursed through Tachibana Seiko's body, causing her fair skin to flush pink.

What made it even more irresistible to her was that as she struggled to crawl forward, the large hands gripping her two dragon horns tightened even more, as if unwilling to let her go. No, not just as if, but exactly like that. The tenderness and love emanating from the Womb Realm Mandala acted as the most potent catalyst, instantly amplifying the already intense pleasure several times over, completely shattering Tachibana Seiko's consciousness.

She could no longer support herself with her arms and collapsed to the ground, giggling and making silly noises: "Teacher~ Teacher~ Hehe, is your little dragon girl comfortable~ Hehe~"

"It's comfortable, but it's just so useless." Qingxin pressed down on his little female dragon, affectionately kissing her cheek. "We agreed before, if you can't move, we'll find someone else..."

"Sigh, this is the last time."

Harunobu slammed the half-pulled dragon back into the dragon's lair, bringing the limp mother dragon to another climax; her ferocious vertical pupils transformed into the shape of hearts, and her two limp, long legs unleashed tremendous power, hooking tightly around Harunobu's waist.

The mother dragon's pink cave, which had already been cleared out, quickly tightened, as if hundreds or thousands of tentacle monsters had appeared out of nowhere, forcefully wrapping around, binding, and licking the dragon's body; the most active was the door to the deepest secret chamber, where every time one approached, the dragon's single eye seemed to rush into a small mouth, being gently nibbled and sucked.

Hirako pursed her lips, walked to the side, and patted Yakumo Kurenai's little face. Yakumo Kurenai, who had been resting for a while, understood and reached down to scoop out a bit of the cloudy white substance from below, casually filling in the magic circle that had been prepared beforehand. Although it was the first time Yakumo Kurenai had used this kind of substance as a material, the effect was not beyond her expectations.

The soundproof barrier instantly activated, and Yakumo Kurenai swayed as she got up, preparing to begin her third battle. But before she could even stand up, her head felt heavy, and she collapsed back onto the sofa.

As if nothing had happened, Hirako withdrew her right hand, walked behind Harunobu, and skillfully moved him along with Harunobu's movements while sucking on his earlobe.

"My lord~" A coquettish voice, so sweet and breathy that no outsider could possibly believe it came from Inamitsu Gozen's red lips, "I want it~"

puff--

A massive amount of scorching heat poured into the mother dragon's lair, turning the pink into a murky white. The mother dragon, already completely unconscious, let out a lewd cry like a pregnant pig, her body convulsing as she collapsed to the ground, her legs, which had been tightly wrapped around Harunobu's waist, finally touching the ground. Harunobu savored the afterglow for a moment, then turned and embraced Hirako.

"Jealous?" With practiced ease, Harunobu grabbed Hirayuki's large, plump buttocks and placed his still-erect, somewhat limp penis between her black pantyhose. The silk was made from premium spider silk sourced from Jorogumo, combined with premium nylon fabric, achieving a perfect balance of smoothness and natural beauty that didn't obscure the legs' natural texture.

Long-term sword practice hadn't diminished Hirako's voluptuous legs; instead, it had added to their graceful lines and elasticity. Stimulated by the combined textures of the black pantyhose and her beautiful legs, his dragon quickly rose again.

"Mmm~ Who told you to act like you like it so much, my husband~" Hirako said coquettishly, finally letting go of Harunobu's mouth. Her recently developed breasts pressed heavily against Harunobu's chest. "If you like little bitches, I can have them too~"

"That's a little female dragon." Amidst the lewd words, Harunobu thrust his hips into the cave, his small head directly kissing the flower's lips; while his large head wasn't idle either, pressing forward against Hirako's flushed cheek, whispering in her ear, "Besides, a little bitch isn't suitable for you, you should be my little female pig~"

"Mmm~" Hirako let out a shy, coquettish moan, but immediately leaned close to Harunobu's ear and whispered, "Oh~ Master~ Oh~ This little pig's bottom is so itchy~ Oh~ I want Master's big~ Oh!"

"I'll fuck you to death, you wanton slut—" Harukoku thrust forcefully, slapping her plump buttocks repeatedly with both hands, leaving red marks. "What a wanton cunt, it's practically made just for my big cock, even the base is wrapped so tightly—"

"Oh my god—fuck me to death—husband—master—fuck your little bitch to death~"

"This pig hole was born for you, it was fucked out by you, oh oh oh—"

Amidst the sounds of thrusting and moaning, Harunobu, embracing her plump buttocks, began his thrusting spree, each strike landing heavily on her clitoris, leaving Hirako weak with pleasure. But what made her even more uncontrollable was the endless flow of tender affection from the other side of her heart, softer than cotton, yet more unbearable than the relentlessly thrusting dragon.

"Oh, oh, oh—gone—gone—teacher's college—husband—I love you to death—"

"Me too—" Harunobu roared. The connection between minds is two-way. What Hirako found unbearable, he bore even more of, even more heavily and exclusively. This stimulation was not only physical, but also psychological, spiritual, and even a shock to the soul.

The pleasure far surpassed that of simple piston-like movements, causing Harunobu to rhythmically thrust his waist rapidly and uncontrollably, creating splashing sounds.

Then, as the torrent gushed from the honeyed cave, the dragon unleashed a destructive white dragon breath.

"Phew..." Harunobu let out a breath and carried the limp Taira Sachiko back to the sofa. Yakumo Kurenai, who had just been knocked unconscious, was awakened by the tremor and looked resentfully at Harunobu, who was arranging Taira Sachiko into a sleeping position.

"You little vixen..." Harunobu chuckled and scolded, catching Yakumo Kurenai as she pounced on him. "Sorry—hey, don't touch there, or you won't be allowed to kiss me again—okay, okay."

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"You coming up here—I'm truly speechless, you stupid fox."

Harunobu gripped Yakumo Kurenai's waist with both hands, using the pure white silk, which had a different feel to it, to awaken the dragon. At the same time, he lowered his head and took the little fox's jade gate bun, which was hooked on his shoulder, into his mouth.

The panting resumed; after a long day's work, the rest always seemed to last longer.

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Author's Note: First, please vote, follow the story, and give me a reward. It's been a while since I've written anything erotic, so I'm taking a break and also trying to relieve the pain of writer's block... It's so painful! I should have known better than to challenge myself with this volume; my head is about to explode, sob sob sob.

Chapter 380: Don’t mess with Ping Qingxin

While Harunobu was resting, many people were busy, the most anxious of all being the Divine Child. After all, Harunobu's group seemed to be incredibly strong. Although Yoru no Konosuke disliked the arrogant fool, Muzoku, he was still quite certain of his fighting prowess.

However, this martial master was powerless against Ping Qingxin, and he brought dozens of spellcasters with him... It seems that unless Ping Qingxin willingly walks into their shrine and walks into their trap, they have no chance of winning. But they can't abandon the divine children around Ping Qingxin, so they can only hurry to find outside help and try to concentrate all their forces for a final all-out attack.

So, after the meeting was adjourned, Yoru Shinnosuke and Ootake Sadako immediately went to an opera house. In Macbeth's lyrics, the two of them walked through a dark corridor and entered a secret room filled with the smell of blood.

In the bright candlelight, a corpse whose beautiful curves could still be vaguely discerned lay on a wooden table; two blond, blue-eyed men dressed in black robes surrounded the table, skillfully cutting and removing parts; only after finally removing the still-beating heart did they carefully collect these precious materials and dip their hands into a basin of water beside them.

"So you're in such a hurry? Have you run out of Philosopher's Stones?" The man who had finished washing his hands first looked at Yoru Shinnosuke and Ootake Sadako and spoke in fluent Japanese, "But we don't have any left now. The Tongxin Society just took all of them."

"That's a real shame." Yoru Shinnosuke smiled and waved his fan. "But there's something else we'd like to tell you both, about the gods."

The man who had just spoken raised an eyebrow: "John, go close the door."

John, who had just taken his hands out of the basin, silently walked to the door, took out a short cane from his pocket, and gently knocked on the already locked door. A yellowish-brown light immediately spread out, covering the entire door; when the light faded, the original door had disappeared, leaving only a solid wall.

“Truly…strange magic,” Sadako Daitake exclaimed, but no one responded. Shinnosuke Yoru stepped forward and began to chatter, “It’s like this, Mr. David…”

He first embellished the story of the battle between Taira no Harunobu and the orphan of the god, making some changes to the details. For example, he said that Taira no Harunobu and his group started the trouble, and that the orphans argued their case, even fighting Taira no Harunobu for three hundred rounds after negotiations broke down, before finally suffering a defeat...

Whether others believe it or not, I'll just start bragging now. And this boast didn't stop Yoru Shinnosuke from immediately asking for help: "So, we need help to restrain that evil samurai; in return, we can give one of you those children of the gods."

"God's child?" David was very interested. The reason they had traveled all the way across the ocean to come here was precisely for the power of the gods. And the reason they agreed to cooperate with the Tongxin Association was because they provided research materials on the gods. So, they were naturally very interested in what Yoru no Kokoro said.

They're just a bunch of reckless knights, and female knights at that. How strong can they be? Templar Knights? What a joke! The gods of this country are long dead. Where would they get the divine power to create Templar Knights?

Seeing this as a highly profitable business opportunity, David flashed a charming smile and nodded, saying, "Okay, darling, we—"

"You can't do anything." An old voice rang out from the room. Only then did the four people in the room realize that a fifth person had appeared inside.

It was a strange man with an old face, a hunched back, and a bizarrely shaped bald head. He looked grotesquely ugly, ridiculously ugly. But looking at this comical oddball, the other four couldn't laugh at all.

Because they knew him—the slippery devil, a cadre of the Tongxin Society.

In the Tongxin Society, he might not be the strongest, but if we're talking about the most enigmatic, then he's probably second only to one person who would dare to challenge him for first place.

Just like his current performance, his stealth skills are superb; even standing right in front of them, he wouldn't give himself away without speaking. What if he didn't speak, but instead used the knife hanging at his waist to strike? And this is just the most ordinary form he displays; after all, a constant defensive stance can always prevent a sneak attack. What truly makes him unsettling is his innate ability to influence people's minds with magic; few can refuse his "requests," even if they are completely unreasonable.

But that's just how Slippery Ghost is—an uninvited, arrogant, and strange guest who feasts and drinks in other people's homes.

However, as mentioned before, the matter of the God's orphan is far too important to the God's orphan, so much so that Yoru no Shinnosuke even mustered the courage to ask, "Why? They've come to cause you trouble!"

“Because we’ve hidden ourselves very well, he won’t be able to find us.” The sly devil rubbed his exaggeratedly large bald head and said earnestly, “So you two shouldn’t go and die willingly. Stay away from that damned samurai, and he’ll leave when he gets tired of looking for us.”

It's because Taira no Harunobu and his group left that things are so bad! They couldn't even handle Taira no Harunobu in Osaka, how are they going to capture his women if they leave Osaka?! Without those orphaned children of the gods, when will their gods ever be revived?! Your Tongxin Society has been around for over ten years, what utterly ridiculous progress have you made?!

Seemingly sensing the turbulent emotions beneath Yoru Shinnosuke's calm exterior, Nurarihyon suddenly added, "But since you've already been identified as the orphans of the gods, and given Hirahara Harunobu's personality, you're all definitely going to die, so I'm not going to worry about you anymore. But David Parr, John Parr, you two shouldn't go and get yourselves killed."

David's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he said with displeasure, "Are you ordering us around?"

“If you want,” the rascal patted the knife at his waist and said in English, “Yes!”

Before David could explode in anger, the Slippery Demon added, "Think carefully about your project progress, alchemists, and your lives; you don't actually believe those two idiots are telling the truth, do you? Hiraharu Nobu single-handedly took down that damn Yakumo Kurenai! On her home turf! If that so-called Martial Master can even get one more hit from Hiraharu Nobu, I'll cut off my head and give it to you—phew, that's all I have to say, I still have to deal with those damn peripheral members; God, how come I didn't know we had so many useless good-for-nothings in Osaka!"

The sly fellow rattled off a long string of words, then muttered something and left, leaving behind four people with extremely unpleasant expressions.

After a long pause, Yoru Shinnosuke forced a smile: "Hey, Mr. David..."

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ye Hui.” David shrugged. “You heard it too. It’s a deal we made with them. It seems we can’t cooperate.”

"but……"

“No buts, we keep our promises.” David said without batting an eye, then suddenly lowered his voice, “But if you just need some thugs, I might be able to give you some advice; you should know that our former country has been persecuting us free researchers, and we have seen their tracks.”

"You mean..." Yoru no Kokoro was, after all, a...

Chapter 409

The shrine's chief priest quickly realized, "Using someone else to do the dirty work, using one enemy to devour another? But those people's strength..."

David didn't understand what "using someone else's knife to kill" meant, but he understood Yoru Shinnosuke's concern about strength. So he exaggeratedly raised his eyebrows and mouth, spread his hands, and said, "Wow... let me put it this way, if it weren't for the help of my allies, I would probably be packing my bags and running away by now—those damned Knights of the Round Table."

Chapter 381: Conspiracy

Let's rewind a bit, to when Yoru Shinnosuke and Ootake Sadako left the shrine to find the foreigner. Of the members of the God's orphans who should have returned to their respective homes, some secretly gathered together after leaving the shrine. Furthermore, Asuka Umeko also mingled with the remaining sisters, appearing quite harmonious among them.

These people gathered in the alleys outside the shrine, skillfully navigating the streets and alleys, deliberately choosing secluded and deserted places, until they finally arrived at yet another shrine. However, compared to the magnificent Susanoo Shrine, this shrine appeared quite simple, almost as simple as the Ame-no-Tama-no-Mikoto Shrine in Asuka Umeko.

Even though this shrine enshrines the great creator god Izanagi, or perhaps it is precisely because he enshrines Izanagi that it has fallen into such decline. Neither the Doshinkai, which cooperated with Izanami, nor Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto and Susanoo liked this legendary creator god.

Nobody likes suddenly having another father, especially a non-father.

Of course, another important reason is that the shrine's chief priest is a traitor. As one of the three main priests, orphans of the gods, he advocates the extremely reactionary theory of absorbing divine power and becoming a god from a human. If he weren't powerful enough, Sadako Ōtake and Shinnosuke Yoru would have already killed his entire family.

But in any case, he still represents another idea among the children of the gods—rather than being the children of the gods forever, it is better to become a god himself!

Of course, don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean they're good people. In fact, the reason they secretly gathered, and even brought along Asuka and Umeko, was because they were also plotting against the newly emerged "children of the gods." After all, whether it's to revive a god or to become a god, a sufficiently excellent vessel is needed to bear divine power. Only in this way can the manifested divine power be used, manipulated, and usurped!

Upon entering the dilapidated yet tidy main hall, Asuka Umeko's first sight was of an elderly man kneeling, with white hair and beard, yet full of vigor; only then did she notice the tall, spotless statue of Izanagi behind him. Her heart trembled slightly, but she still stepped forward: "Tachibana no Tsukasa, please forgive me for not greeting you in a long time."

“It’s alright, Asuka Tsukasa,” Tachibana Yu said kindly. “Please tell me again about those children of the gods.”

Asuka Umeko had no choice but to repeat herself. Then Tachibana Yuu remained silent for a while, and the others also kept quiet, which made Asuka Umeko's originally calm heart slowly become tense.

To be honest, she didn't want to come; she wasn't part of Tachibana Yu's faction. But the problem was, she had no choice. She had lost her shrine, her shrine maiden, and even her connection to divine power had been severed, leaving her powerless to resist. Besides, she didn't want to resist. After all, she'd already been abandoned by the gods, so she might as well just…

Asuka Umeko's fluctuating thoughts made her somewhat dazed, her mind gradually sinking into herself, no longer paying close attention to the outside world. Her five other sisters were in the same state, half-asleep.

Then Tachibana Yuu's voice rang out: "Alright, it seems we can no longer let Daitake Sadako and Yoru Shinnosuke go on like this. We have to take action."

Startled awake, Asuka Umeko and the others instinctively looked at Tachibana Yuu, then were drawn to his deep, dark eyes, as if they had fallen into a bottomless pit—wait, what?

"It seems you all are quite tired. Why don't you take a rest?" Tachibana Yu smiled kindly. "Please rest assured, although we're going to take action, I'm not planning to go find Hiraharunobu. After all, my old bones can't compare to a Martial Venerable."

Asuka Umeko breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly thinking that Tachibana Yu was indeed far more reasonable and wise than the other two divine lords. She even couldn't help but consider whether she should really join Tachibana Yu's side; after all, since Yu had already lost the qualification to connect with the power of Ame-no-Tama, she might as well become the new Ame-no-Tama herself—

Tachibana Yuu smiled slightly, a faint glow in his aged eyes, and said softly, "Since Ootake Sadako and Yoru Shinnosuke want to go and confront Harunobu head-on, let them go on their own. We should secretly accumulate our strength first, and then seize one of them when the time is right."

"As long as we can seize the divine power first, we're guaranteed to win. Even if Hirahara Harunobu and Ootake Sadako are both severely injured, so what? Can they possibly resist the power of a god?!"

At least on one point, Tachibana Yuu, Daitake Sadako, and Yoru Shinnosuke all agree that the resurrected gods are invincible!

As for whether it's true or not... just look at Amaterasu no Mikoto in Tokyo.

"You really did it." A somewhat chilling voice echoed in the shrine maiden's hut, a wisp of black mist floating in the air, barely outlining some shape.

The priestess ignored Izanami's coldness; this outward display of jealousy only made her feel good: "Yes, but it only works if those guys actively connect; normally those 'threads' are too inconspicuous to cut."

"It's better than just watching those bastards steal power, right?" Izanami tried to hide her envy, but the sourness still couldn't be contained. "Didn't we agree to share our research results? I'll lend you my sword next time."

The shrine maiden chuckled: "You should try to get the sword from Harunobu first, but I think that's unlikely, at least until you come out of the seal... at least until you clearly side with him."

"You heartless thing..." Izanami gritted her teeth in bitterness, unsure whether she was cursing the priestess or someone else. She was genuinely envious and jealous... or rather, no "god" would not envy what the priestess had created.

A method to actively sever "believers" and prevent their power from being drained by these parasites is something all gods dream of. If they could have found it sooner, the gods wouldn't be in their current predicament—unfortunately, at least for now, achieving this still requires the strange knife that Hiraharu Shin has brought out.

Indeed, although the orphaned children of the gods consider themselves the children of the gods and are striving to revive the great deities, to the gods, these people who forcibly steal their power and waste their accumulated magic are even more disgusting than those who knocked them off their altars.

A powerful and relatively honorable enemy versus a group of thieves who constantly flatter you but actually steal your strength without your consent to do things you don't allow—it's obvious who is more respected.

However, this can be considered a flaw in the gods themselves, since they insist on absorbing believers. Logically speaking, gods who enjoy the offerings of believers are not entirely in the right—but this does not prevent the priestess from wanting a sacred separation.

"Anyway, if you don't have anything else to do, don't bother my research anymore. Maybe I really will be able to figure out a way to cut without this knife?"

The shrine maiden gently stroked the shallowly forged blade, not to show off, but to the point of showing off.

Izanami's eyes were truly red with sourness this time, so she could only look away and change the subject: "Hmph, you spend all day doing research, aren't you worried that Harunobu will be harmed by your foolish followers?"

"Are you underestimating Harunobu, or are you deliberately trying to flatter me to death? Do those bitches even deserve to fight Harunobu?"

"Of course, it's not enough for just their family, but there are plenty of crazy people in Osaka besides yours."

The priestess's gentle caressing stopped, her mind filled with research.

Chapter 410

Finally, he came to his senses and understood Izanami's hints.

Izanami chuckled, "Looks like you've figured it out, that's good. Not everyone is as clear-headed as you; quite a few people have been truly fooled by those lunatics."

"Tsk..." The shrine maiden rarely frowned, sweeping away the large amount of draft paper on the table to clear a space, and then placing a series of props such as a tortoise shell, a round mirror, and a gohei (imperial coin).

She wanted to see which bastard dared to touch her people!

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