Reverend Ecstasy

"No? You sure? Suit yourselves, but from now on, you can't say I didn't give you an opportunity." As their brains failed to process the new "challenge," and their cheeks burned at Xinzi's words, our monk flashed the maids an impish smile, then shifted back to the 1,003 contestants.

"In ancient times, upon coronation, the Sea Dragon Kings would select his consorts based on dual cultivation compatibility. One test they used to assess said compatibility is the Ancient Butt-Plug Challenge," Xinzi said and clapped twice. Large jars filled to the brim with exotic pink oil dropped from the sky, landing before the contestants.

'Oh? Why don't I remember that custom? Do you?' A princess of the Sea Dragon clan asked one of her fellow contestants, another princess, but of the Flood Dragon clan.

'If you don't know, why would I know?' The Flood Dragon princess shrugged. All representatives of the Sea Dragon clan frowned and tilted their heads, some tapping their cheeks as they pondered Xinzi's words.

The dragon clan is a complicated race—arguably the most complicated of all worlds. The reason is simple, it has too many branches. Flood and Sea Dragons came from distinct dragon branches. Both could summon floods. But while Flood Dragons were also skilled at controlling rain and clouds, Sea Dragons could summon whirlpools, drag their target down the sea and control water pressure. The deeper one went down the sea, the stronger sea dragons became. For that reason, the now defunct Immortal Dragon Palace built its headquarters at the bottom of the Endless Sea—from there terrorizing the Myriad Sea clans, who had no other choice but to satisfy the Immortal Dragon King's licentious needs.

But no matter how licentious, the Immortal Dragon King still stayed within the traditional harem lord norms, and had neither the thought nor means to execute the debauched event that so spontaneously sprouted from Xinzi's impious brain. Xinzi lied through his teeth, but did he have any other choice? As a monk of culture, and the preeminent master of the Hengye clan, how could he admit that he'd concocted this debauchery all on his own?

At this time, one brown drum appeared on Xinzi's lap. Formless forces oozed from the drum, resonating with the 1,003 silver butt-plugs hovering before the ladies.

"Your plugs are equipped with runes that will make them vibrate at the tune of my drum. The rule is simple, you dip your vibrating plug in the pink oil, insert it between your butt cheeks, and dance alongside me. Those who fail to resist the stimulation and lie on the floor will have to go home. We will keep going until only 100 remain. Do your best," Xinzi said, and as his wrists rested on the drum, princesses and young mistresses of eminent clans grabbed their plugs.

Tied to each plug was a golden statuette at the effigy of Xinzi. The statuette smiled at the ladies, with its mini hands joined in a humble prayer sign. Needless to say, nervousness flooded the 1,003 ladies' bodies. Still, having come from various corners of the Endless Sea to become Night Flowers, they'd naturally received as much training as time allowed, and were not clueless about coital matters.

Some pulled in deep breaths. Others glanced left and right, as if drawing support from their fellow contestants' nervousness. Then, almost in synch, the ladies dipped their butt plugs in the pink oil. But once the time came to drive the plugs home, hesitation returned. Nervousness held sway, and all glanced at Xinzi with sparkling eyes. Some unleashed the inner hussy in them, and with slow, tantalizing grace, untied their belts—letting their dresses slide down their shoulders and reveal their lustrous bodies to our monk's lustful gaze.

Due to the Star-Glazed Moon Physique they'd obtained, each of the ladies' skin glowed like the full moon. The more nervous lasses all drew courage from the most audacious contestants, and soon, the body reveal of 1,003 beauties dazzled Night Flower City.

From oranges to honeydews, going through grapefruits and watermelons, all fair tastes had more than one representative here. Slim waist, full thighs, small or bouncy butts with elastic ass cheeks that wouldn't fit even in Xinzi's massive hands—paradise greeted our monk, and as the determined gals maintained eye contact, Xinzi's shaft rose to the occasion, poking through his pants.

"I can do it for you if you want me to," Xinzi said, naturally referring to the plugging business.

"Abbot, I want to participate!"

"Me too!"

"This is an opportunity to temper my Dao Heart!" Barely had the offer left Xinzi's lips that one maid regained her courage, and soon, all eight had joined the fray. Xinzi blinked in disbelief, impressed by their audacity. Clearly, they underestimated his banging skills, he'd have to bring them up to speed.

"Sure, but you don't count for the 100 quotas. You gals have been cultivating in the Evernight Palace for centuries—at the very least. Gotta stay fair to the contestants," Xinzi said and motioned for the maids to join the ladies below. Though buzzing with excitement, they tried to put on a bashful facade, adjusting their dresses before leaping from the black lotus throne, and joining the naked troops.

Here, drum in hand, Xinzi vanished, appeared at the foot of the city's entrance gate, right before the 1,000-beauties-strong lineup. The maids stood at the front, and unlike the others, didn't drop their dresses—yet lured our monk in by exposing cleavage and flashing him flirtatious glances.

Seeing through their plot, Xinzi started with them. Professionalism was of tremendous importance here, so Xinzi maintained a straight face. His crotch, however, betrayed him entirely. And while other men could use the spacious red and gold monastic robe to hide their erect shafts, equipped with a large slab of meat, Xinzi had no such luxury. Contestants and maids caught glimpses of our monk's shaft. Some saw their lips curl up. Others clenched their thighs. Others still leaned over, their eyes glowing with lewd impulses.

Like a quiet predator, our monk ambled at the first maid, vanished, and appeared behind. Not one person on the scene didn't have a cultivation level leagues above Xinzi's. The weakest being the 18-years-old Pulse Condensation gals. Despite the gap, those struggled to follow our monk's speed. The others, however, caught everything—their hearts racing as Xinzi stopped at the maid's back, reaching for her silk belt with his large hands. The maid's heart raced even faster. Still, she kept her composure…only rubbing her butt on Xinzi's crotch.

Our monk didn't let the stimulation break his poise, and with expert hands, untied the maid's dress—lowering it to her waist and keeping his shaft pressed between her ass cheeks.

"Anh…" Xinzi's warm breath teased the maid's nerves, her lips parted in a quiet moan, and her dress dropped to the ground, exposing her moist legs. Unwilling to give the impudent maid time to adjust to her own excitement, Xinzi grabbed the lubricated butt-plug. Dragging the little toy between the maid's cheeks, before spreading them open to reveal her pulsing butt hole.

Feeling her ass cheeks cupped in her master's large hands, the maid couldn't help herself, gasping openly. Xinzi's lips curled into a fiendish grin, and with that demonic smile, our monk pressed the plug into the maid's pulsing hole.

"Oooh…Abbot…not sooo…soon!" The maid's hole spread open, welcoming the plug in with profound suction skills. Her butt betrayed her lips, devouring the plug in a heartbeat. His smile unchanged, Xinzi pulled the plug out, then slammed it right back in—sending a jolt of electricity to course through the maid's pert body.

"Aaah…abbot you are…cheating!" She purred her complaints, yet her butt swayed to welcome the plug back in—clearly eager for more. Alas, Xinzi had other ladies to tend to. Kissed the maid's neck, and moved on to the next target. One by one, our monk dealt with the provocative maids, punishing hussy behavior with smooth butt plugging. Combined with Xinzi's expert moves, the maid's moans teased the contestants' ears, and in nervous anticipation, they awaited their turn—it came soon afterward.

"All of you…bend over," Xinzi ordered, and as the contestants' eyes glazed with lust, they obeyed his command, resting their hands on their thighs and bending so their butts rose up the air, sticking towards the face behind. Some stared at the ground, others glanced at the ass right in front of them. Their cheeks burned in a bright red, and without warning, Xinzi's form blurred across the scene, grabbing the plugs to drive them home.

"Ahn!" With some, our monk acted fast, aware that the potent lubricant he'd personally selected would make the ladies experience pleasure only—though perhaps too intense for their inexperienced bodies. With others, he returned to slow, tantalizing motions, making them experience every bit of his hand driving the silver plug up their butt holes before cramming it full—and moving on to the next target.

Hours passed before Xinzi went through all 1,003 contestants. He then raised his drum and started playing, causing the plugs to vibrate in the beauties' butts.

"Oooh…ohhh…ohh!"

"Divine one s…slow!"

"Too fast…it's…ooo!"

Chaos spread in a heartbeat, with the ladies quivering as their juices spilled from their cunts, drenching the ground underneath. Their tongues lolled out, their eyes rolled in the back of their heads, and as their bodies arched in impossible angles, their moans flowed out.

To the ladies' grievances, Xinzi only had one thing to say:

"Control your hips!"