Gourd Tribulation: The Cross-dressing Feminization and Debasement Ordeal of the Gourd Babies

Da Wa slept in a daze for a long time. In his dream, he regained all his strength, but unfortunately, he did not take revenge on the monsters. Instead, his body was still toyed with by the black mud, completely defenseless. The laughter of the Snake and Scorpion demons echoed in his ears. Just as he was about to punch towards the source of the laughter, he felt his body suddenly stiffen. When he looked again, he found himself once again covered by that detestable latex suit, shamefully transformed into a subservient human-shaped dog, and mocked by the surrounding imps that had appeared out of nowhere. Later, after an unknown amount of time, Da Wa vaguely felt as if he was being pulled up by a spiderweb. He groggily opened his eyes, and what greeted him was this dark and damp dungeon. The surroundings were dim, and the sound of dripping water could be heard from somewhere. "Haha, hehe." At the same time, a melodious and pleasant sound, like silver bells, reached Da Wa's ears. Hearing this familiar sound, Da Wa's groggy mind immediately cleared up. He subconsciously stood up, but for some reason, he couldn't move at all. Even when he just wanted to move his hands, he felt them being pulled apart by something, and his legs were the same. "What's going on? What's wrong with my body?" He looked down at himself and saw that there seemed to be some crystal-clear fine threads on his body, and these threads were all too familiar to Da Wa. "Could this be... spider silk??" That's right, at this moment, Da Wa was spread out like a starfish, stuck to a "bed." His clothes were gone, replaced by that detestable latex suit and some fine, insidious material. Da Wa tried to twist his body, and as expected, he was entangled by several strands of spider silk, bound to the spiderweb. And with a turn of his head, he could see the Red Scorpion demon looking at him with a smile. "Hey, Huluwa, how was it? Did you have a good dream?" "Hmph..." Da Wa turned his head away, deliberately avoiding looking at the demon, but the Red Scorpion demon was relentless. "Oh? A mere defeated foe dares to put on a face? Let me tell you, your dantian and your eight extraordinary meridians have just been sealed by me. You have no possibility of recovering your magic power, so don't even think about acting wild anymore." "?!?!" Da Wa's body stiffened at her words, and he finally noticed that something seemed to have appeared at his dantian. *Hummm—* A red light suddenly appeared from Da Wa's abdomen, and through the solid latex suit, a strange red pattern was revealed. "You might not understand what this means. This is a unique spell of Western demons, called an 'lust mark.' It will unconsciously alter your thoughts, turning you into a pathetic slave of desire." As the Red Scorpion demon spoke, she reached out and touched Da Wa's thigh. Due to prolonged refinement, Da Wa's thighs were soft and fleshy, feeling very tender to the touch. At the same time, she reached out and rubbed his small brother, which was being squeezed by the soft latex, and "sighed." "Alas, Da Wa, you are so tender and cute right now, truly lovable. But you've [X] so many of our brothers, it would be too unfair to those who charged into battle if I didn't teach you a lesson. So..." After speaking, the Red Scorpion demon raised her Ruyi scepter and lightly tapped Da Wa's stomach from a distance. "Demon? What are you doing... Ah!" Da Wa looked at the Red Scorpion demon's actions in confusion. The next moment, he suddenly felt the lust mark on his abdomen start to heat up and glow. Soon, Da Wa felt his little brother become erect without any external stimulation, pushing through the solid latex suit and forming a "latex rod" in the shape of a penis. "So... so hot... ah..." Da Wa's body tensed, and he let out a gasp involuntarily. But before he could even gasp once, he felt something was wrong. "That sound... was that me?!!" Immediately after, the lust mark on his abdomen pulsed like a heart, and in an instant, Da Wa felt his little brother become even harder. "De... demon... what are you going to do... let me go..." Da Wa still struggled subconsciously, but he only caused the spiderweb to sway slightly and couldn't do anything. Instead, it indirectly aroused the Red Scorpion demon's desire, and she smiled as she reached out towards the erect penis. "Let go? What kind of 'letting go' are you referring to?" She placed her right hand on Da Wa's penis and began to stroke it slowly. "Ah... ahh..." The Red Scorpion demon's technique was very skilled. Da Wa, in his shame, actually felt a trace of... enjoyment. This complex feeling made Da Wa even more confused. "Why... why does it feel so shameful... yet feel... so good..." Seeing this, the Red Scorpion demon knew it was time. She began to stroke Da Wa's penis rapidly. For a moment, Da Wa's soft moans echoed in the prison. Even he himself didn't notice how lewd he looked at this moment. "Ah... so hot... it feels... so good there... I'm going to... going to..." "Ah! Ahhhhh!!!" Da Wa struggled desperately on the spiderweb. The next moment, under the Red Scorpion demon's skilled stroking, a hot current instantly shot out from his thick penis. One stream, two streams, three streams. Da Wa's penis was like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, continuously spraying out essence. After four or five continuous sprays, the latex on his penis was slightly stretched open, and all the essence was collected through the latex ball, detached from Da Wa's penis, and turned into a dark pill that fell into the Red Scorpion demon's hand. "Haha! This is it! Da Wa, do you know? Your essence is a treasure, it can help us cultivate!" "?!?!"

Her thick skin made her try to cover her embarrassment with a laugh, but the laughter was tinged with a tremor, "Little Bai, you, you're too devious! I... I was just being lazy, do you have to do this?" "I do." The White Snake Spirit's voice was cold yet alluring. She walked back to the Red Scorpion Spirit, her fingers gently lifting her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her eyes burned, as if they could pierce through the Red Scorpion Spirit's soul. "My dear sister, you left without permission, leaving me to face those troubles alone. You must accept this punishment willingly." As she spoke, her fingers flicked, and the spiritual light in the cave suddenly blazed, countless tiny points of light swirling around the Red Scorpion Spirit like stars. The light points danced on her body, sometimes lightly touching her skin, sometimes brushing her hair tips, bringing a series of heart-pounding sensations. The ropes trembled slightly under the pull of the spiritual light, as if dancing with the light points. Each friction made the Red Scorpion Spirit's heart beat faster. Her skin became exceptionally sensitive under the touch of the spiritual threads, every sensation amplified tenfold. Her tail stinger was bound tighter by the spiritual threads, and the itchy, numb feeling finally made her unable to hold back, her voice taking on a soft, pleading tone, "Good sister... good sister, spare me! I know I was wrong!" The Red Scorpion Spirit's plea carried her usual playful tone, but her eyes held a hint of haze and shyness. Her thick skin made her try to defuse the awkwardness with a playful smile even in this situation, but her body's reactions were too honest to hide. Her breathing was already disordered, her cheeks as red as ripe peaches, her gaze shifting between stubbornness and intoxication, as if her mind had been thoroughly stirred by this strange game. The White Snake Spirit heard this and a satisfied curve appeared at the corner of her lips, her eyes flashing with deeper amusement. She gently loosened a strand of rope, allowing the Red Scorpion Spirit's feet to touch the ground, but did not fully untie her. Her fingers slid across the Red Scorpion Spirit's cheek, the cool jade-like touch carrying a heart-stirring warmth. "Little Scorpion, you call me sweetly, but your sincerity in admitting fault is still lacking." She whispered, her voice coiling like silk, full of endless seduction, "Tell me, how should I punish you, so that you learn your lesson?" The Red Scorpion Spirit bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure with her usual carefree nature, but the phrase "good sister" had already exposed her weakness. She muttered in a low voice, "Good sister, I've already surrendered, what more do you want..." Despite her words, her eyes involuntarily followed the White Snake Spirit's movements, as if her soul had been completely captivated by this game. Seeing this, the White Snake Spirit let out a soft hum and slowly approached, her steps as light as rippling water. The Red Scorpion Spirit bit her lip, about to speak, when she saw the White Snake Spirit flick her fingers, and spiritual light surged again, silver spiritual threads like living creatures wrapping around her wrists once more. The previous knots quickly untied, and were rewoven into a new binding. The spiritual threads wound down from her shoulders, tightening her arms, binding her wrists and ankles together, forcing her body to lean forward slightly. The ropes tightened around her waist, outlining her slender curves, and then wound from her knees to her ankles, forming an exquisite net that restricted her movements. The spiritual threads formed small loops around her soles, forcing her toes apart, her sensitive skin completely exposed. The binding process was slow and precise, the sliding of the spiritual threads bringing a tingling sensation, like countless tiny sparks dancing on her skin. The Red Scorpion Spirit's heart tightened, her body trembling slightly under the restraint of the spiritual threads. "Good sister... again?" Her voice held a hint of helplessness as she tried to struggle, only to find the ropes tightening, the friction making her heart race. "Oh, good sister, spare your elder sister, I know your snake demon clan has always favored extreme restraints, but I'm a scorpion demon, my body is tough!!" The White Snake Spirit remained silent, her fingers tapped, and with a flash of spiritual light, the Red Scorpion Spirit was slowly lifted, suspended in mid-air. The ropes tightened around her waist and legs, bringing a strange sense of pressure, her feet stretched, like a sacrifice awaiting judgment. "Good sister, I'm also doing this to make you remember." The White Snake Spirit whispered, her voice as seductive as water. She flicked her fingers, and a stream of spiritual light transformed into two distinctly different energies—one cold, one hot—landing on the Red Scorpion Spirit's soles. "Otherwise, you won't even know how you were defeated by those Huluwa later on." The icy energy was like frost, piercing the soles of her feet, making her body tremble violently; the scorching energy was like flames, licking the arch of her feet, bringing a burning tingle. The alternation of ice and fire, like two invisible forces clashing on her soles, made her nerves taut with each switch. "Good sister... what is this thing!" The Red Scorpion Spirit's voice was tinged with panic, her sensitive soles protesting wildly under the stimulation of ice and fire. She tried to curl her toes, but was fixed by the spiritual threads, every sensation amplified tenfold. The cold made her shiver, the heat made her gasp, the two opposite sensations intertwined, like countless tiny needles teasing her nerves. Her breathing gradually quickened, the blush on her cheeks deepened, and her eyes flashed with intoxication and shame. The White Snake Spirit's gaze was like a hunter's, always locked on the Red Scorpion Spirit. She controlled the spiritual light, changing the rhythm of ice and fire, sometimes letting frost swirl on her soles, sometimes letting flames linger between her toes. The Red Scorpion Spirit's body swayed slightly in mid-air, the friction of the ropes and the stimulation of her soles intertwined, making her heart pound like a drum. Her tail stinger twitched erratically, like the last vestige of stubbornness protesting, yet unable to conceal her body's honest reactions. "Good sister... I was wrong... spare me!"

The剛柔陰陽劍 (Rigid-Soft Yin-Yang Sword) shifted again. As Silver Frost tightened its grip on San Wa's limbs, the blood-red cherry sword shadows in the air dissolved into wisps of crimson mist, rapidly merging into Silver Frost. The newly fused Silver Frost pulsed with a faint bloody hue, its resilience and strength surging. The sword shadows, which San Wa had thought he could tear apart with a little more effort, were now incredibly tough and elastic. No matter how he thrashed, they only distorted slightly before snapping back into shape, causing his muscles to tremble. Simultaneously, the Purple Charm sword shadows transformed into countless fine threads, connecting end to end to form a circle. They spun at high speed around San Wa, weaving a net of purple light around him. This net, though seemingly fragile, exuded a potent demonic energy and spiritual pressure, continuously suppressing San Wa's spiritual power. Each time San Wa channeled his spiritual energy to resist, the purple net would expand, only to contract swiftly, locking his power down. Every struggle felt like sinking deeper into a quagmire. Sensing his strength was no match for the sword shadows, San Wa's sense of crisis escalated. He urgently channeled more spiritual energy to resist. He tried to step forward and break free from the purple net, but his body was already held fast by Silver Frost, rendering him immobile. He could only grit his teeth, fine beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. The sweat trickled down his chest, starkly contrasting with the red marks left by the Silver Frost sword shadows, making them appear strangely alluring. Having unleashed all her sword shadows, the White Snake Demon changed her posture, raising her arms above her head and pressing her palms together. Her serpentine body writhed more seductively, demonic energy flowing like silk. Her alluring eyes fixed on San Wa. "Little iron doll, you're struggling quite vigorously~ But why does sister feel you're getting more and more entangled? Phase three is about to begin, be careful you don't become a little plaything that can't move, bound by sister~" San Wa couldn't grasp the deeper meaning of her words, but the phrase "Phase three" sent a jolt of unease through him. He intensified his spiritual energy, struggling even more desperately. His muscles quivered with exertion, sweat coursing down his neck and onto his chest, the red marks accentuating the seductive lines of his musculature. As Phase Three descended, San Wa truly felt an unprecedented level of danger. The Silver Frost sword shadows, now infused with the demonic energy of Purple Charm and the White Snake Demon, shifted from blood-red to a deep blue, their power increasing once more. The previously somewhat loose sword shadows became uniform and precise, their force concentrated. For the first time, they forcibly pulled San Wa's legs together. The sword shadows around his ankles caressed him like lovers, yet were as relentless as iron chains, binding him so tightly he couldn't separate them. Red marks appeared on his skin, throbbing with a dull ache. What made San Wa's heart pound even harder was that the sword shadows around his wrists not only bound his hands but were also slowly pulling his arms upwards, aiming directly for his head. He caught a glimpse of the White Snake Demon's seductive posture, arms raised, body writhing, and suddenly realized the shameful position she intended to bind him into – hands raised high, legs together, his body completely exposed, utterly defenseless, like a stripped sacrifice. "Stop! Demon, how dare you!" San Wa roared, his voice laced with panic. He frantically pulled at the sword shadows with his hands, trying to prevent them from moving higher. But his legs were already too tightly bound. He could only rely on his waist to maintain a semblance of standing, his abdominal muscles tensing with effort. Sweat slicked his skin, reflecting a seductive sheen. Seeing his predicament, the White Snake Demon laughed even more brazenly, flicking her tail, her demonic energy intensifying. As the White Snake Demon had predicted, the sword shadows had gained complete dominance. San Wa's hands could no longer grasp the shadows; instead, they wrapped around his forearms and wrists, slowly guiding them above his head. Each sword shadow seemed alive, caressing his skin, the red marks tracing seductive patterns on his muscles, sending waves of blush-inducing, heart-pounding sensations. His chest was constricted, his muscles bulging, evoking tantalizing thoughts. San Wa's only hope of self-rescue was to break free with all his might. He let out a soft cry and yanked his arms outwards, his muscles bulging, veins popping. He managed to pull the sword shadows half an inch apart, but their resilience far exceeded his imagination. They snapped back instantly, re-locking his arms. The purple net also increased its demonic energy output, a faint glow emanating from the deep blue sword shadows. San Wa's spiritual power and stamina rapidly drained under the dual pressure. "Hahaha~ Little iron doll, look at you, are you enjoying sister's binding game? Unfortunately, the real show has just begun. Phase four is coming, enjoy it~" the White Snake Demon cackled unrestrainedly, her serpentine body undulating as demonic energy surged towards the sword shadows like a tide. Silver Frost began to shimmer with a brilliant light. The dissolved Purple Charm abruptly released a surge of immense demonic energy, transforming into a luminous mist that merged into Silver Frost. The sword shadows turned a vibrant azure, their surfaces adorned with dragon scale patterns of gold, both alluring and deadly. Flexibility and strength were perfectly fused. "Iron doll, this is the ultimate form of the Rigid-Soft Yin-Yang Sword, the Dragon Charm posture! Look how tightly you're bound. Shall sister give you some dowry and send you to the Dragon Palace as a groom?" the White Snake Demon taunted, her serpentine body dancing with seductive grace.

The air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze, with only Liu Wa's intermittent whimpers from the depths of his throat and the whispers of the White Snake Spirit and the Red Scorpion Spirit echoing off the stone walls. Liu Wa was fixed on a circular stone platform, his body completely encased in a flesh-colored, seamless bodysuit as thin as cicada wings. Dozens of dark green vines, like living creatures, coiled around him, binding him in a posture of humiliation and strangeness. His ankles were tightly bound together, his arches appearing exceptionally smooth beneath the silk, his toes slightly curled from exertion. His arms were twisted behind his back, his wrists bulging with veins from the vines' constriction. His upper body was forcibly pressed downwards, his chest pressed against his thighs, his joints stretched to their limit, his entire being folded like a piece of paper, leaving him no room for resistance. His private parts, encased in the silk, were exposed through the subtle gap at the base of his thighs, trembling slightly with each breath, exuding a heart-stopping fragility. The White Snake Spirit's gaze roamed freely over Liu Wa, a soft yet cruel smile playing on her lips. She walked slowly towards the stone platform, her slender fingers waving lightly, her demonic power rippling like water waves. The next moment, the silk covering Liu Wa's mouth slowly split open, revealing his lips pressed tightly together in shame. His breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had finally broken free from [X], yet with an uneasy tremor. He wanted to curse aloud, to defend his last shred of dignity with words, but before he could utter a complete syllable, the White Snake Spirit changed her gesture, and four short, thick monstrous hands appeared out of thin air, exuding a heavy demonic aura, slowly approaching his right foot. Suddenly, the fingers of the four short, thick hands lightly touched the instep of Liu Wa's right foot, the sensation cold and strange, like countless tiny ice needles piercing his skin. Immediately after, the thumb of one of the monstrous hands pressed down on the sole of his foot with moderate force, accurately hitting his most sensitive arch. "Ah! Uh ah..." A sharp and shameful cry erupted from the depths of Liu Wa's throat, like a woman's moan, soft and powerless. He could hardly believe that such a shameful sound was coming from his own throat. His cheeks instantly flushed crimson, shame surging through him like a tide, burning him almost to the point of unconsciousness. In that instant, the long-suppressed desire seemed to be completely ignited, and a fierce [X] erupted like revenge, like a bursting dam, quickly overwhelming his reason. His body trembled violently, attempting to struggle, but the vines' restraint was as ruthless as iron chains, leaving him no room to move. His cries quickly turned into broken moans, and Liu Wa's entire body went limp, as if all his strength had been drained. Just as he was about to collapse, several strong hands overlapped from below and caught him, steadying his body. Immediately after, over a dozen monstrous hands of various forms surged up like a tide, with an air of greed and cruelty, firmly gripping his body. Two withered hands clasped his slender shoulders, their knuckles gnarled like dry branches digging into his skin; three plump hands entwined his arms, their nails black, bringing a sticky pressure; one hand with suction cups encircled his fair wrists, the suction cups opening and closing like countless small insects gnawing; and two more monstrous hands climbed onto his slender waist, their rough fingertips repeatedly rubbing, eliciting shivers. Most fatally, his feet were held in the palms of two monstrous hands, their fingers tightly gripping his insteps like iron clamps, making even the slightest curl of his toes extremely difficult. "Hahahaha! You damned demons! Let go of me! Hahahaha!!" Liu Wa gritted his teeth, trying to mask his shame with angry curses, but the laughter uncontrollably spilled from his throat, mixed with broken gasps, sounding both weak and desperate. His voice echoed in the secret chamber, only to be met with the White Snake Spirit's even more unrestrained laughter. "Haha, little Liu Wa, you're laughing so happily, you must be enjoying it very much!" the White Snake Spirit's voice was soft and mocking, like silk gliding over his eardrums, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "Good, good, this Queen will let you have your fill!" "No, it's not like that, hahahaha! Demon, you will die a horrible death! Hahahahaha!!" Liu Wa cursed desperately, trying to support his wavering will with anger, but his voice was fragmented amidst the laughter, appearing unconvincing. His body trembled uncontrollably under the restraint of the monstrous hands, every muscle resisting the ubiquitous stimulation. In his mind, images of fighting alongside his brothers flashed by – Da Wa's boldness, Er Wa's wisdom, San Wa's resilience... but these images were like smoke scattered by a strong wind, quickly swallowed by the itching sensation coming from the soles of his feet, his waist, and his armpits. Just then, Liu Wa's chest, waist, and lower abdomen were suddenly tightly encircled by arm rings formed by two monstrous hands, like two iron hoops, digging deeply into his skin. His body stiffened abruptly, and he instinctively writhed, trying to break free, but a more dense sensation came from behind – countless fingers like crawling insects climbed onto his back and sides, wantonly stirring, bringing waves of piercing itchiness. Even more shamefully, two slender fingers had, at some unknown time, reached his chest, accurately finding those two sensitive nipples, and with a gentle pinch, began to knead them with a teasing rhythm. "Ha ya, ha ya, let go of me~" Liu Wa's body sprang up violently, like an electrocuted puppet, but before he could complete the movement, the monstrous hands pressed him back down fiercely. The two monstrous hands on his feet moved again, their rough fingertips repeatedly rubbing his arches, like countless small brushes brushing against his skin. The storm of desire descended once more, sweeping through every nerve. His consciousness was like a small boat on a lake in a storm, swaying and drifting, on the verge of capsizing at any moment. He tried to resist with his remaining reason, but the itching sensation came in waves, one after another, completely destroying his defenses. For the time that followed, Liu Wa was suspended in mid-air, his body twisting and turning incessantly, like a moth trapped in a spider's web, struggling in vain. Every inch of his skin was wantonly invaded by the monstrous hands; the friction on the soles of his feet, the scratching on his waist, the teasing on his chest, all intertwined into a dense net of sensations from which he could not escape. His once agile and nimble body had now become a tool to please the White Snake Spirit, each moan, each tremor, like a sacrifice offered to her victory.

With a flip of her wrist, the White Snake demon conjured a bundle of glowing red restraints. "No... don't tie me... Second Brother, save me!!" Third Prince struggled desperately, but his meager strength was as laughable as an infant's before the thousand-year-old demon. The first rope was directly forced into Third Prince's mouth. The red cord clamped his lips, pulling them back fiercely and tying behind his head, forming a crude gag. Third Prince's mouth was forced open, revealing his tender pink tongue. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, only allowing muffled whimpers to escape. Next, the ropes moved downwards. Third Prince's arms were forcibly twisted behind his back. The White Snake demon tightened her grip, the ropes digging deep into the thin white stockings, biting into flesh through the fabric. Third Prince's atrophied, slender shoulder blades were squeezed together, emitting a sickening crunching sound. "Mmmph—!!!" Third Prince was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, his vision instantly blurred by tears. But this was just the beginning. The White Snake demon threaded the rope's end between Third Prince's legs, looping around his inner thighs. His legs were forcibly folded, his calves pressed tightly against the back of his thighs, his ankles pulled behind his buttocks and bound together with his wrists. The result was a perfectly formed "Four Horses Fanning Their Hooves" restraint, even incorporating a rope specifically designed to humiliate female captives. "Mmph! Mmph!!" Third Prince thrashed, his entire body folded into a ball of flesh. The high elasticity and slipperiness of the white stockings caused the ropes to slide against his skin with a distinctly lewd "sizzle." To the point that his flat abdomen began to subtly form a small tent. "Such a little pervert. Up." The White Snake demon commanded softly. An iron chain descended from the ceiling, hooking onto the knot behind Third Prince's back. The pulley whirred. Third Prince was slowly lifted off the ground. He hung in mid-air like a peeled shrimp, gently rotating with the chain. The white stockings reflected a seductive sheen under the light, outlining every curve of his body. Especially his crotch. It was smooth and bare, with only a slight bulge, a futile display of Third Prince's last defiance. At this moment, Second Prince lay on the ground, staring at the scene through the gaps between Red Scorpion Demon's legs, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving. That was his brother... his Third Brother, who once had an iron head and bronze arms... now hanging there like a plaything, devoid of dignity. "We're not done yet." With that, the White Snake demon drew a purple vine whip, no thicker than a pinky finger, from her sleeve. *Crack!* Then, without warning, a whip lashed fiercely at the taut inner thigh of Third Prince. "Mwah—!!!" Third Prince's screams were muffled by the gag, turning into distorted groans. His tender skin instantly swelled and reddened. Purple-red whip marks appeared through the semi-transparent fabric, like a bloodstain drawn on pristine white paper. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* Then, three more consecutive lashes.

The demonic vine began to release a pink mist—a potent aphrodisiac toxin. Simultaneously, its leaves started to writhe and scratch frantically! "Hahahaha!! No!! Don't tickle my soles!! Hahahaha… the leaves… they're so itchy… I can't take it anymore… hahahaha!!" The tingling in his armpits, the maddening itch on the soles of his feet, the exquisite pleasure of the soft tendrils brushing against his cock, coupled with the relentless, forceful thrusting of the massive pillar behind him. Multiple stimuli erupted at once! "Ahhhhhh—!!!!" Wu Wa's body convulsed violently in mid-air, like a frog being electrocuted. The itch was no longer just an itch. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac toxin, it rapidly transformed into wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. His mind buzzed, going blank. All his consciousness, all his dignity, all his will to resist, were pulverized into dust at this moment. "So good… haha… so comfortable… thrust deeper… tickle me… tickle me harder… hahahaha!!" He began to writhe his hips, meeting the thrusts of the butt plug; his toes dug into the vines from the sheer ecstasy; his eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out unconsciously, drooling, emitting shameless moans. "Mmmph… Sister… Master Red Scorpion Demon… I can't take it anymore… give it to me… hurry, give it to me… I'm going… I'm really going…" As the demonic vine's leaves performed a final, rapid, feathery sweep across the tiny meatus at the tip of his most vulnerable glans— The anal plug, wreaking havoc inside him, launched its final assault on his prostate, thrusting deep with a powerful surge and engaging its highest vibration frequency! Attacked from front and back, breached from within and without. "Ahhhhhhhhhh—!!!!!" Wu Wa's head snapped back to its extreme limit, his long hair whipping wildly in the air. A guttural roar, no longer human, erupted from his throat, devoid of any pain, replaced by a primal release and ultimate bliss. His body tensed in mid-air like a drawn bow, every muscle spasming violently. "Pfft—!! Pfft—!!" The swollen, abused appendage in front erupted uncontrollably once more. This time, it wasn't a spurt, but a torrent of incontinence. Thick, viscous white fluid, mixed with clear prostatic fluid, and even urine from his loss of control, shot out like a fountain, drenching the ice surface before him, even splashing onto the writhing demonic vines nearby. Concurrently, under the violent contractions of his climax, his rear end clenched tightly around the thick anal plug, his intestinal walls churning as if to swallow it whole, or perhaps to greedily demand more. The pleasure was too intense, so intense it burned out his brain. His eyes rolled completely white, his consciousness shattered, his entire being like a broken doll, twitching, drooling, and moaning unconsciously in the air as the vines swayed him. "Ha… ha… so… so good… I'm a bitch… I'm Master's bitch… haha…" With this final whisper of surrendered dignity, the magic that had sustained his surroundings completely dissipated. "Crack—!!!" The crystal-clear ice prison shattered with a sharp crack, dissolving into a shower of crystalline dust. The moment the ice walls broke, the scene outside was fully revealed. The recently thawed toad demons, mole demons, and the smug Red Scorpion Demon stared with wide eyes at the blood-pounding spectacle— The once unattainable Water God, Wu Wa, now hung naked in mid-air, bound by the demonic vine in a tortoise-shell restraint, his legs spread wide in an M-shape, a massive, vibrating foreign object impaling his rear, his front still dripping fluid, his face flushed crimson, his eyes vacant, exuding an aura of maddening debauchery. "Clap, clap, clap." The Red Scorpion Demon applauded with satisfaction, walking under Wu Wa in her high heels. She reached out, catching a drop of semen falling from his glans, and tasted it. "That's more like it. This is how you should be." She patted Wu Wa's unfocused cheek. "Congratulations, my little Water God, you've finally 'grown up.' From today onwards, you'll be my exclusive sex toy." Wu Wa offered no resistance, merely gazing at her blankly, emitting unintelligible grunts from his throat, his body still occasionally twitching from the aftershocks. The Red Scorpion Demon waved her hand. "Guards! Fetch my sedan chair! Carry our new pet back! Tonight, I'll host a grand banquet and let all the little demons come and witness the Water God's 'glory'!"