Yunhua Fairy's Voluntary Debauchery + IF Extra

For five hundred years, Shen Yunhua, in pursuit of the Great Dao, severed her emotions and desires, maintaining an image of unattainable perfection. The world revered her as a deity, and male cultivators dared not even breathe heavily in her presence. "A bunch of useless… boring useless…" Fairy Yunhua was, after all, weary. Weary of this life of adoration, weary of this body so clean it was infuriating. She yearned for something to fill that void, not spiritual energy, not elixirs, but something more brutal, more filthy, more invasive. A flicker of madness flashed in Shen Yunhua's eyes as she slowly retrieved the artifact she had spent three years meticulously crafting from her storage ring. It was an exquisite collar, forged entirely from black "Soul-Locking Gold," intricately carved with dense restrictive runes, exuding an eerie and dangerous aura – the "Primordial Chaos Immortal Binding Ring." This was originally a torture device Shen Yunhua had created to imprison demonic cultivators. Once worn, no matter how heaven-defying one's cultivation, their spiritual power would be instantly sealed, reducing them to mortals. Furthermore, this collar possessed a hidden property known only to her: it could amplify the wearer's physical sensations tenfold, feeding both pain and pleasure directly to the soul, an effect no immortal energy could block or resist. "What would it feel like to put this on my own neck… to offer myself to those lustful, savage mortal beasts?" The moment this thought arose, it spread like wildfire. She would seek out the filthiest mire, to blacken these snow-white feathers. She would devise a game, a hunt where she was the master, yet filled with the thrill of losing control.

Shen Yunhua leaned back languidly against the tiger-skin armchair. She extended a finger, as white as scallion, and pointed at Tan Lang, who stood at the forefront. "Bring that collar over here." Tan Lang didn't dare to hesitate. He immediately cupped the "Hun Yuan Su Xian Ring" in his hands, trembling as he walked to the chair and knelt, holding it high above his head. "Put it on me." Shen Yunhua's voice was elegant and magnetic, yet carried an undeniable magic. "Immortal... Immortal Fairy?" Tan Lang froze, disbelief etched on his face. "Can you not understand human speech?" Shen Yunhua's eyes turned cold. She flicked her toe, pressing it against Tan Lang's stubbled chin. "Put it on, and I will seal away all my cultivation, becoming a weak mortal woman with no strength to even truss a chicken." "This is the game rule I bestow upon you." "I want you pack of lowly stud dogs, to use the same skills you employ when defiling virtuous women, to use that disgusting cock between your legs, to fuck me hard! To shoot all your foul-smelling semen into my cunt! To fill my womb!" ...The entire hall fell into a deathly silence. What followed were heavy breaths, the sound of desire ignited to its absolute limit. "What? Lacking the balls?" Shen Yunhua sneered, a flicker of contempt in her eyes. "If you can fuck me until I'm satisfied, until I forget who I am, I will not only spare your lives, but I will also reward you with endless wealth and prosperity. But if you are a bunch of useless pigs, unable to satisfy even a woman..." She didn't finish, but the chilling killing intent made everyone shiver. This was their last chance, their only path to survival. Tan Lang swallowed hard, the fear in his eyes finally drowned out by a surging beastly lust. This was an Immortal Fairy... a divine being they would normally have their eyes gouged out for even glancing at... This celestial being, this earthly treasure, was actually begging to be fucked by his cock? "Yes... Yes! I shall obey the Immortal Fairy's decree!" Tan Lang stood up, trembling, and unlatched the collar, closing it around Shen Yunhua's slender, snow-white neck. *Click.* With a crisp metallic snap, the "Hun Yuan Su Xian Ring" fastened tightly around Shen Yunhua's neck. *Buzz—!* The runes on the collar instantly lit up with an eerie red glow. Shen Yunhua felt the vast, ocean-like spiritual energy within her instantly severed. Her body went limp, and a sense of emptiness, of power being drained away, swept through her entire being.

In an instant, that perfect immortal body was submerged by countless dirty hands and ugly bodies. "Ugh... Ah! Don't rush... Line up... you beasts... Ah!" Shen Yunhua originally wanted to maintain some order as the "Queen," but she clearly overestimated her control over the situation and underestimated the terrifying side effects of the collar. The "Hun Yuan Su Xian Ring" not only sealed Shen Yunhua's cultivation but also amplified her sense of touch tenfold. Every rough, calloused, dirty hand that roamed the immortal's skin, every puff of smoky saliva smeared on her nipples, even every crude squeeze, transformed into a violent current, madly bombarding the immortal's fragile nerves. "Mmm... so many hands... so hot... don't touch there... Ah! My nipples are going to be bitten off... Are you a dog?!" Shen Yunhua screamed amidst the crowd, but her voice carried no trace of pain, only overflowing wantonness and excitement. At this moment, Shen Yunhua felt like a small boat, tossed into a raging ocean of male hormones. Front, back, left, and right, all men. Her nostrils filled with the smell of sweat and the fishy odor of cocks. Her vision was filled with swaying fleshly bodies and those monstrous, lewd members. "Get out of the way! The boss goes first!" Greedy Wolf shoved aside a few underlings trying to get ahead, parted Shen Yunhua's exquisite legs, and aimed his cock, which had just been pleasured in a mouth once but was now throbbing with renewed fury due to extreme excitement, at the flower hole that was opening and closing, spewing lustful fluids. "Immortal, it was the mouth above just now, now let your little mouth below taste my power!" No foreplay, not even a shred of tenderness. Greedy Wolf's waist sank, and with brute force, he thrust the thick, large rod deep inside! "Squelch—!" "Ahhhhhh!!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the assembly hall. It was the pain of being penetrated, and even more so, the pleasure of a soul being torn apart. Five hundred years of virginity, the sacred origin of a Nascent Soul stage mighty being, was thus broken open without dignity by a mortal bandit in the most brutal manner. Tight. Unimaginably tight.

She threw her head back, her eyes unfocused, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, crying out in a voice that was both utterly submissive and incredibly lewd. "I'm a bitch... *whimper*... Yunhua is Master Tanlang's bitch..." "I'm a slut who only eats cocks... You are Master... You are my Master!" "Please, Master, fuck this slut to death! Please, Master, shoot your cum into this slut's womb!" *Boom!* The moment the word "Master" left her lips, it was as if an ancient pact was activated. The "Primordial Chaos Binding Immortal Ring" on Shen Yunhua's neck suddenly erupted with a blinding, blood-red light. The light was no longer sinister, but deep and heavy, carrying an absolute oppressive force. The core formation within the collar—the "Soul Locking Array"—captured the host's conscious submission at this moment. And this extremely special master-slave artifact, when its master willingly submitted to another, actively renounced their dignity and declared themselves a slave, would naturally change hands. A sex slave devoid of human rights was not worthy of controlling such an immortal artifact; only the slave's master was the true master. This was never something Shen Yunhua would have considered. Under normal circumstances, the mistress of the Guanghan Palace of the Tianxin Sect would never acknowledge anyone as her master. Even if she encountered an enemy far superior in cultivation, or faced an insurmountable predicament, Shen Yunhua would fight to the death, her very existence extinguished. Even then, she would never, in any way, consider herself a slave. However, these were not normal circumstances. For the sake of this night's indulgence, for the thrill of this deadly, carnal stimulation, Shen Yunhua made what might be a once-in-a-lifetime, yet most grave, mistake. Tanlang had gambled correctly, and this was the turning point where the game shifted from offense to defense. The faint spiritual fluctuation caused by the artifact changing hands, under normal conditions, would have been instantly detected by Shen Yunhua, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. But at this moment, Shen Yunhua was on the verge of collapse, all her senses focused on that cock. She was completely unaware of the fatal change around her neck, nor did she notice that her original divine sense imprint was being slowly devoured by Tanlang's aura. "Hahahaha! Good! What a good, obedient bitch!" Tanlang roared with laughter. Though he couldn't see the artifact changing hands, he could feel a strange power coursing into his body through his cock. Something had definitely changed. "Since the bitch is begging me, how can Master not satisfy you?" Tanlang held nothing back. His abdominal muscles tensed, and like a pile driver, he began his final thrusts. "Thump! Thump! Thump!" Each impact produced an incredibly lustful, thunderous sound. "Ahhhhhh—!!!" The sudden resumption of activity made Shen Yunhua let out a piercing cry of both agony and ecstasy.

The games were over, the fire in her belly extinguished. These mortals had served their purpose. "The game is up." A chilling murderous intent flashed in Shen Yunhua's eyes. As the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Heart Sect, the spiritual totem of the righteous path, she could not allow any living soul who had witnessed her as a "flesh-and-blood puppet" last night to remain in this world. Every single person in Black Wind寨 had to die, their souls annihilated, never to be reborn. Only the dead could keep a secret. Once they were all dead, what happened last night would be nothing more than a fleeting dream, and she would once again be the pure, unattainable Fairy Yunhua. Shen Yunhua struggled to lift her arm, attempting to wipe away the stain on her lips. To her dismay, her limbs were too weak to even raise. Her dantian was utterly empty, devoid of even a trace of spiritual energy. "It matters not. Once the seal is broken, this physical exhaustion will vanish in an instant." Shen Yunhua took a deep breath and extended her delicate fingers, pressing them against the cold metal collar around her neck. She silently recited the unsealing incantation, etched into her memory. "Heaven and Earth, boundless; Yin and Yang, lend me your power. Release!" By all rights, as soon as the incantation was uttered, the "Primordial Binding Immortal Ring" should have snapped open. Her vast, ocean-like Nascent Soul stage spiritual power would have surged back like a breached dam, leveling this place in an instant. However. One breath passed. Two breaths passed. A deathly silence enveloped the surroundings. There was no gust of wind from surging spiritual energy, no crisp snap of the collar unlocking, not even the faintest ripple of spiritual aura. Shen Yunhua's fingers froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "What is happening?" She frowned, assuming her senses were still muddled from just waking. Taking another deep breath, she focused her entire being and chanted again. "Primordial unity, heed my command! Release! Release! Release!" Still, there was no response. The black and gold collar felt like a true inanimate object, clamped tightly around her neck, mockingly indifferent to her futile efforts. No, it was more than just inanimate… Shen Yunhua realized with horror that the collar's originally black and gold surface now pulsed with a strange, dark crimson hue, like a leech that had drunk its fill of blood, exuding an aura that felt alien and terrifying. Moreover, she could clearly sense that her spiritual connection with this natal artifact… was severed! "No… this is impossible! I forged this myself! This is mine!" Shen Yunhua panicked. The composure that had once allowed her to control everything shattered in an instant. She frantically clawed at the collar with both hands, attempting to rip it off with brute force. But it was a supreme artifact forged from "Soul-Locking Gold," impossibly hard. How could her current mortal body possibly contend with it?

Shen Yunhua's eyes snapped open wide, her hands clamping down on her own throat. No complex incantations were needed. With a mere thought from Tan Lang, the collar tightened, not with physical force, but as a direct, soul-binding restraint and punishment. Simultaneously, a searing current surged from the collar into her spine. This was no longer the pleasant tingle from last night, but pure, agonizing lightning torture, enough to make one wish for death! "Aaaahhhhhh—!" Shen Yunhua screamed as she tumbled from the tiger-skin chair, convulsing violently on the filth-strewn floor like a fish out of water. Without her spiritual energy to protect her, the excruciating pain caused the Cloud Fairy to instantly roll her eyes back, foam flecking her lips. The semen that had filled her womb deep last night, due to the violent muscle spasms, erupted once more as if she had lost control, gushing down her thighs and pooling on the ground. Mixed with her urine, it soiled the floor and her noble pride. "Stop… stop… please… ahhh!" "What? Begging now? Didn't you want to kill me earlier? Weren't you calling me 'this seat' just moments ago?" Tan Lang didn't release her immediately. He crossed his arms, watching her struggle on the floor with cold indifference. He watched the peerless immortal writhe and roll like a maggot in the mud until she could no longer make a sound, collapsing onto the ground like a puddle of mud, twitching. Only then did he release his mental hold. "Hoo… hoo… hoo…" Shen Yunhua lay on the floor, gasping for air, tears and snot streaking her face, utterly devoid of her former immortal grace. She looked up at Tan Lang with terror, her eyes fixed on him as if he were a demon crawled from hell. From her violent struggles, she was now prostrate like a dog, her rear end high in the air. Her swollen, reddened orifice was exposed to Tan Lang, still pulsing and expelling semen, a posture of utter humiliation. Tan Lang walked over and placed a boot on the Cloud Fairy's exquisite face, grinding her head fiercely into the dirt. He paid no mind to the sand and grime scraping her delicate skin. "Listen well, slut." Tan Lang's voice was chillingly cold, shattering her last shred of desperate hope. "Last night's game is over. From today on, there is no more immortal, no more honored guest." "Your dream of playing with excitement is over." "Welcome to Black Wind Village, bitch." Tan Lang's black battle boot, adorned with cloud patterns, pressed down without mercy onto Shen Yunhua's peerless face, a visage that had once haunted countless cultivators. "Mmmph… let go…" Shen Yunhua's hands dug into the dirt, her knuckles white, her teeth clenched tight. Though her spiritual energy was gone, though she was naked, she still tried to maintain the last vestiges of her dignity as a Nascent Soul stage immortal. The Cloud Fairy did not scream hysterically as before. Instead, she glared at Tan Lang with eyes full of venom. As long as she lived… if she was given even the slightest chance, she would tear this man limb from limb.