Female Swordsman Training Dojo

"It stinks, it smells awful... but..." Ilyas knew perfectly well that this was the effect of her ritual, but she was already preparing to perform the ritual, so...

Two small hands unconsciously caressed the dragon, entering the crest of its head; rapid, hot breath stimulated the dragon at close range, and clear saliva moistened the dragon's skin as its cherry lips opened and closed, relieving some of the high fever.

"So big...so big..." Ilyas pressed herself against the dragon, measuring its imposing size with her own body. But she clearly hadn't anticipated how much this would affect Harunobu; this was the first time Harunobu had ever felt "embraced."

Chapter 593

Even Izanami had never done it this way before; she preferred to get straight to the point.

"Hmm...hmm...why has it gotten bigger again?"

Ilyas, who was originally able to embrace the dragon, suddenly looked bewildered. However, Harunobu could no longer tolerate her clumsy and slow exploration. He reached out and held her in his right hand, and used his left hand to separate her two thighs, revealing her honey garden.

Tiny droplets of water were faintly visible at her vulva, indicating that Ilyas's body was ready. Harunobu couldn't resist gently rubbing her nipples with his thumb: "Goddess, did you get wet so easily?"

Ilyas blinked at Harunobu: "What? Isn't this a normal reaction? I don't think I made a mistake with the ritual, did I?"

Her innocent words, coupled with that lewd posture, made Qingxin's breathing quicken, and he pressed his dragon against her entrance. The drops of fluid did nothing to cool the dragon's feverish body; instead, Ilias's face flushed red: "Mmm~ It itches~ What's happening... It itches so much, but I want it so much~"

Harunobu, still maintaining his composure, asked worriedly, "Are you sure everything's alright?"

Given the size difference, Harunobu, an expert in human anatomy, was always worried that going inside would destroy the little goddess's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Although he had Izanami as a precedent, he also knew that he couldn't force science onto metaphysics.

As expected, Ilya answered without hesitation: "It's alright! Putting aside the effect of the ritual, my body is made of holy light, so it's not as weak as a flesh and blood body."

Harunobu nodded, no longer hesitating, and slowly exerted force forward. Ilyas didn't struggle, but simply gripped Harunobu's fingers with both hands, as if enduring something. Harunobu suddenly became curious: "But since you're not made of flesh and blood, do you experience pleasure from doing this?"

"Of course not!" the little goddess shouted. "Did you...did you think I was one of you...um~ mortals?!"

Although he spoke loudly, it was completely unconvincing.

Qingxin's dragon head had only just entered the space a fraction of its depth when he felt a soft, thin membrane. He might not have even noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention. It was too small.

Although she didn't know why a body made of holy light would still have a membrane, Harunobu still reminded Ilyas, "It might hurt a little now."

Ilyas's face was flushed, and her knuckles were white as she gripped Harunobu's fingers, but she still said in a disdainful tone, "Heh, this little bit of pain is nothing. Can it hurt more than when you cut me?"

Harunobu nodded: "That's true."

"yes!"

Taking advantage of Ilyas's momentary lapse in attention, Harunobu advanced a short distance further, piercing the thin membrane. In an instant, Ilyas's scream tore through space, her small hands gripping Harunobu's fingers tightly, veins bulging. Clearly, this was no small matter of pain.

Harunobu stopped moving forward and skillfully began to massage the little one's sensitive areas, slowly reducing her pain and stimulating her pleasure. Soon, the painful screams turned into low sobs, and her tense body slowly relaxed. Harunobu began to advance more carefully.

As Harunobu moved, Ilyas's voice gradually grew louder, slowly turning from crying into moaning. Her soft little hands caressed her breasts, which were quite impressive for her size, but her clumsy movements were no match for Harunobu's skillful technique, so she changed direction and grabbed Harunobu's fingers.

Qingxin grasped the small creature, which he could hold in one hand, and held it in place in mid-air. His strong waist moved slowly, allowing the dragon to gradually adapt to this extremely narrow nest. To Qingxin's surprise, it wasn't so tight that he couldn't move at all. The nest formed of holy light seemed to be adapting to him on its own; whenever he thrust in, the warm and moist flesh walls would open to a size just large enough to accommodate him without causing too much damage; and whenever he withdrew, the flesh walls would return to their original shape. The perfect degree of control made it feel as if the flesh walls were actively pursuing the dragon, constantly sucking at its tip, trying to trap it completely inside.

Harunobu had experienced this feeling of being actively adapted to before with Izanami. But compared to the fully automatic Izanami, Ilias, who was under his control and could adjust her speed and angle instinctively, gave him a different feeling.

Especially seeing that tiny thing with its narrow gap stretched into an almost impossible shape by his dragon greatly satisfied Harunobu's desire for conquest.

As for Ilyas, well, she had no idea what she was feeling. She just felt incredibly hot all over, itchy inside, yet so pleasurable. Not only was it pleasurable inside, but it also felt good to have Harunobu's fingers playing with her breasts, and it felt good to have Harunobu's hands gripping her waist and buttocks—so this is what a sacred ritual feels like?

I want more, I want so much more—

Her little bottom wiggled involuntarily, a yearning born of dissatisfaction with Qingxin's overly gentle movements and slow pace. The little goddess looked at Qingxin with hazy eyes, her red tongue lightly licking the fingers Qingxin was playing with on her chest. Though she was too naive to utter any lewd words, this behavior was enough for Qingxin to understand.

"If you can't take it anymore, you should say so right away." Harunobu brushed aside Ilyas's sweat-dampened blonde hair that clung to her forehead, and stopped thrusting his hips after confirming that she had heard him.

Ilyas looked on curiously, but before she could see the wicked smile on Harunobu's face, a sudden movement made her lose sight of him—Harunobu moved his right hand.

He had wanted to try it for a long time, and since Ilyas herself wanted something more exciting, he certainly couldn't miss it.

Under the high-speed movement, the little goddess instinctively grabbed Qingxin's fingers, her soft skin pressed against Qingxin's hand, but she was powerless to resist. She could only let Qingxin hold her and move her back and forth repeatedly, impacting her core with extremely fast speed.

Her two calves even swayed at high speed, occasionally slapping against the part of the dragon that Qingxin couldn't penetrate, making extremely faint slapping sounds.

"So fast... I feel dizzy... but... it feels so good~"

The little goddess moaned softly, gradually loosening her grip on Qingxin's fingers, completely immersed in pleasure. A dizzying speed, wave after wave of pleasure, one after another, rushing towards the next; her flesh walls, barely pushed open and not yet able to close, were already being roughly expanded again…

"Hmm~hmm~"

The dual impact on mind and body caused the little goddess to moan even louder. Qingxin, too, gradually reached his climax amidst the rapid piston-like thrusts. As the little goddess's narrow, tender, and cooperative honeypot gradually adapted to the high speed and increasingly skillful squeezing, Qingxin's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Give it all to me~" Ilyas murmured, reminding Harunobu of the important matter: "The essence, all of it~"

The little goddess's soft, sweet voice delivered the final blow to Qingxin. He thrust his entire dragon into that narrow honey hole, the dragon's head passing through the flower chamber into a warm, gentle holy light, finally reaching the little goddess's narrow esophagus, completing his final ejaculation.

"Ah—uh~" Ilyas tensed her body, her entire being radiating holy light, and quickly shut her mouth, catching the essence that was almost wasted. A while later, her belly bulging as if she were ten months pregnant, Ilyas finally came to her senses, opened her small mouth full of mucus, and complained to Harunobu, "Honestly! I told you it had to stay inside me!!"

"Sorry, sorry." Harunobu still held onto Ilyas, gently wiping the remaining white fluid from her face with his thumb: "But it felt so good in the end, and only you could do something like that."

Ilyas immediately became smug: "Of course! How can a body of flesh and blood compare to a divine body formed from holy light!"

Harunobu is funny

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Looking at the little one, she was just like a cat. He stroked her cheek twice more, and only after she recovered from the afterglow did he ask, "Was the ritual successful?"

“Of course it worked.” The little guy raised his right hand and showed Qingxin the two golden wing marks in his palm: “This is proof that our lives are now linked together. If one of us dies, the other will die too. Moreover, we can share our lives at any time through this link, and we can also swap positions within a certain range.”

"Be happy, mortal! You have now been granted a lifespan as long as a god!"

"Yes, yes." Harunobu didn't seem to care about lifespan. "Can I pull it out now?"

Ilyas's sky-blue eyes darted around, and she said smugly, "No way!"

"why not?"

"When I say no, that's final! You can't lay a hand on me now! From now on, you have to listen to me!"

Seeing Ilyas suddenly become so inflated, Harunobu chuckled and tapped her on the head: "Is that so? Okay, I won't lay a hand on you anymore; my wives were just saying that we have another rival now, so it seems they can rest easy."

As he spoke, Harunobu made a gesture as if to draw out the giant dragon.

Ilyas immediately became anxious: "You should listen to me! And what I meant by not being allowed to make a move was not this!"

"What does Goddess mean?" Qingxin continued to slowly withdraw her movements: "Besides, I'm not used to taking orders from others, Goddess. Even if I don't listen, you can't attack me, can you?"

"You, you—" Ilias couldn't speak. As the dragon was about to leave completely, her lips suddenly trembled, and large tears streamed down her face. "Waaaaah—you bad guy! You bullied me! You bad guy!!"

Qingxin stopped what he was doing. This was truly the first time he'd encountered a girl with this kind of personality. He wouldn't tolerate other kids throwing tantrums in front of him, but Niu Niu was still inside…

Harunobu wiped away Ilyas's tears, both amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, how can the goddess cry so easily? It's so embarrassing."

Ilyas pouted, looking at Harunobu with teary eyes: "Then will you listen to me or not?"

Qingxin gently pinched the little guy's cheek: "That depends on what you say, you silly boy."

Ilyas pouted and muttered softly, "Don't abandon me."

Harunobu's keen hearing proved useful once again: "I promise, and I'm very trustworthy, you can see that too, right? My thoughts... here we call it chivalry, right?"

Harunobu unleashed his possessiveness, and Ilyas closed her eyes to sense it for a moment before nodding reluctantly, "Alright, I'll barely pass you!"

After saying that, she hesitated and lingered for a while before finally managing to squeeze out a single word, her voice even softer than before. She said, "Master~"

Qingxin pushed Niu Niu back.

The author says:

Author's Note: Update progress 6/30. A long-awaited dose of erotic content! This volume is nearing its end...

Chapter 550: The World of the Second Cycle

By the time Harunobu returned to Misuru's side, quite some time had passed. Fortunately, this time hadn't been entirely wasted; even aside from completing the sacred ritual, John had taken the opportunity to gather a considerable number of people. Although Ilyas said that Genesis wouldn't interfere with the ability to shape the world now, John still felt it was better to save as many steps and time as possible.

"Harunobu."

Princess Misuru stood gracefully in the black mist, gazing at Harunobu through a gap in the fog. A faint, ladylike smile graced her face, standard and elegant, yet it sent a chill down Harunobu's spine. He was all too familiar with that melancholy expression, for he often saw it on his wives' faces.

Under normal circumstances, Harunobu could easily resolve these emotions; once wasn't enough, so he would do it twice, and if twice wasn't enough... But now there really wasn't any time.

Fortunately, Misuru only showed this expression at the beginning and quickly returned to her usual elegant demeanor. She put her arm around Harunobu's arm, but her eyes were on Ilyas sitting on Harunobu's shoulder: "Shall I do it again this time?"

"Let's go together." Harunobu patted Misuruhime's head, his masterful head-patting technique, honed from playing with the cats and others, successfully soothing Misuruhime's sour mood. As for Ilyas, she was completely oblivious to Misuruhime's subtle hostility, still grinning foolishly as she savored the feeling from just now.

Harunobu's taste...it's wonderful~

The light screen unfolded before Harunobu once more, this time wider to accommodate both Harunobu and Misuruhime. The subsequent steps proceeded without incident; just as Ilyas had said, Harunobu's request for creation was transmitted through the established channels and received the usual response.

The small world, which had been worn down by Genesis and the original God, was revived. The fragrant Garden of Eden stood up again, and the people that John had taken from the land mingled with the newly created little people and began a new life.

Harunobu and Misuruhime began operating with perfect coordination. Misuruhime handled financial matters, promotions, and other numerical operations, while Harunobu oversaw the direction of civilization's development and the formulation of major national policies. The little people grew rapidly, from naked tribal primitives to city-state citizens dressed in hemp clothing. After the earthquake and flood, the residents, now adorned in magnificent attire, wielded magic and firearms, and engaged in battle with the green-skinned creatures riding towering magical beasts.

Finally, with a massive explosion that combined the entire civilization, the green-skinned orcs were forever trapped on this new land. Their "God," attempting to intervene personally, was brutally beaten by a furious John.

Yes, as long as Genesis doesn't interfere, John's power is actually quite strong. However, according to John himself, he has clearly weakened considerably. Genesis is indeed gradually reclaiming his connection with the primordial God, and it's likely that he will soon revert to being an ordinary spellcaster.

"As long as we take care of her first, that'll be fine," Harunobu comforted John before returning to constructing his ideal world. The cyclical phase wasn't as simple as the expansion phase, where winning wasn't enough. A near-perpetual resource cycle across society was necessary. While Misuru-hime had previously relied on ingenious, tightrope-walking financial maneuvers, that was due to the groundwork laid during the expansion phase; Harunobu couldn't simply copy that now.

He didn't intend to copy it exactly, otherwise he wouldn't have advanced the technology to the point of producing muskets ahead of time.

"Capital," "Marxist Philosophy," "That Man's Quotations"... get the hell out of here!

Harunobu unleashed his past life's learning materials from his frenzied leftward advance, coupled with Misuruhime's near-perfect control, propelling the multi-racial mixed kingdom, fresh from a major victory, to the pinnacle of triumph. The productivity he had orchestrated along the way successfully supported Harunobu's plans, especially given the recent triumph and the fact that they had also managed to extract a significant amount of resources from their neighbor.

But just as Qingxin was about to achieve his goal, another group of little people appeared from a distant land. They were travel-worn and pitiful, claiming to be refugees from a faraway country, hoping to borrow a place to rest temporarily, even if it was just a place the size of a piece of parchment.

John, seeing this, spoke up sternly, warning, "Harutoshi, don't—"

They were all executed.

Before John could issue his warning, Harunobu had already made his decision. The leader of the little people under his control obeyed the decision and hanged the refugees in the middle of the city.

Harunobu glanced at the stunned John: "I know the story of the Jews, and this is clearly a new enemy—but why such a traditional Jew?"

“Because the god behind them is such a traditional Jew,” John replied, his expression not very pleasant. “He’s a Jew, and also a Catholic; these two groups are almost…”

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They're practically family.

"I guessed so." Harunobu scoffed, turning what was originally intended to be a continued social welfare policy into a war mobilization. He then had the leader of the little people, the third generation of the yellow weasels, deliver a passionate speech. The gist of it was that certain welfare programs were originally planned, but had to be postponed due to the enemy…

Yes, the mobilization effect was immediately maximized, and with Qingxin's enthusiastic promotion, the good deeds done by the Jews—provided by John with great enthusiasm—were reported truthfully.

Public belligerency rate ↑↑↑

Harunobu's actions puzzled Misuru-hime, who couldn't help but ask, "Harunobu, why are you inciting them? We could have won without doing this, right?"

"Because a civilization that is not warlike and cannot be prepared to face war at any time cannot become an ideal world. They will only become food for other civilizations that are good at and love war. Although they will not lose with us around, since we are building an ideal world, we should use as little deus ex machina as possible. After all, reality does not have two gods watching over it tirelessly."

Harunobu gazed at the Jewish legion that appeared in the distance and suddenly asked, "Mitsuru, do you know what I like most about the ideal world?"

The question was practically handed to her for free, so Misuru-hime naturally wouldn't answer incorrectly: "War?"

"To be precise, it's a defensive war without any moral burden." Qingxin shrugged, framed the little army he had already organized, and clicked "A": "Without these invaders who offered themselves up, I would have had to agonize over whether to take the initiative to attack other countries to train my troops."

On the plains, steel war chariots spewing black mist launched an attack. The Jewish legion, still using towering magical beasts, attempted to use magic to resist the technological gap; however, in the black mist created by the first round of fire, their legion's holy shield was completely eroded, and then they were reduced to ashes in the artillery fire.

In the sky, angels riding two-legged dragons or even with wings on their backs, holding ornately designed muskets, aimed from above, thinking themselves safe and sound, when they discovered a flock of roaring iron birds flying towards them...

Filthy power, brat!

This time, Harunobu didn't need to pretend; he immediately unleashed his strongest abilities, ruthlessly disrupting the world's rules. While the power of corruption still corrodes matter, its destructive force isn't as great as it is to living beings unless intentionally used, so it can be utilized. After all, with its complete industrial production capabilities, things like gun barrels, cannon barrels, and even airplanes aren't things that can't be lost.

Naturally, faced with the overwhelming combination of science and metaphysics, the opposing side was utterly defeated.

Harunobu paid no attention to that, but instead focused his attention back on China—he began pest control.

Those ambitious individuals trying to profit from the chaos of war, those opportunists bought off by the Jews, and some idiots seeking thrills after having too much to eat, all revealed themselves in the yellow-skinned group that Qingxin had already arranged. This was an inevitable situation; unless Qingxin imprinted a mental code on everyone, it was impossible to guarantee that no fools would be left among the villains.

This is one of the reasons why Harunobu wanted to train his troops. Only chaos could reveal the true nature of these dogs, making them unable to resist causing trouble. Only when the villains truly saw the traitors within their ranks would they be able to judge and prevent such situations themselves, instead of relying on Harunobu's God-like perspective to identify them one by one.

Ultimately, the war ended.

Chapter 551: The Path to the Throne of Heaven (3300 words)

The Jewish legion was swiftly and decisively defeated. Faced with an enemy of two distinct generations, these self-proclaimed chosen moneylenders, unscrupulous merchants, and egoists were utterly powerless. And, as was their custom throughout history, they began to plead for divine intervention.

Unfortunately, Moses, who divided the seas, was no match for the yellow weasel chosen by the two gods.

Well, neither of them is any good. A skinny old man wielding a wooden stick and a three-meter-tall behemoth with muscles that look like they're about to explode, both wearing golden armor and wielding mechanical claws and a super-large caliber shotgun, are facing off head-on. With magic banned by the power of corruption, is it really necessary to guess who will win?

"Looks like they're about to flip the table. Perfect timing, I also have a score to settle with them." Harunobu looked at the ripples spreading across the distant world wall and drew the Kusabi-maru from his waist. Misurugi gently straightened Harunobu's clothes and pulled Ilyas off his shoulder.