Reverend Ecstasy

"Control your hips!" As his hands beat the drum, bringing forth a blood-pumping rhythm, Xinzi's voice filled the contestants' ears, adding to their grievances.

"Coming here…I had pictured many scenarios, but this…outdoes them all!"

"How is this a god? Clearly, he is a rogue villain masquerading as a monk!"

"Even the Solar Dragon God can't compare!"

"Hush! Don't get us…ooooh!" The ladies' asses stretched and clenched around the plug. The pink lubricant glistened in their rears, bringing their sensitivity to obscene levels. Xinzi picked up the pace, and as his drum-beating quickened, the vibrations intensified, making the ladies' bodies shake uncontrollably. Their tits bounced up and down, their hips swaying back and forth in improvised twerking as the sweat dripped on their glistening skin. Some shook it left and right, in tandem improvising dances that had yet to appear in the Great Desolation World.

If fathers, uncles, brothers and admirers could witness this scene, perhaps they'd throw caution to the wind and crusade against the Night.

Xinzi threw his robe into the air, and in red-gold pants alone, swept the contestants with one of his wicked grins.

The vibrations paused here, and yet the ladies' quivering only grew more pronounced, for having stood in our monk's presence for one-third a day, they now realized that those grins announced no end of mayhem for whoever they graced. Blissful mayhem in their case, but mayhem all the same!

Some fell directly. Others tried to bite their lips. Others still lifted up their heads, seeking comfort in Night Flower City's sky and its most dazzling star. Alas, that star—Xinzi—stood among them. Confusion paired with pleasure, as for in the first time in their lives, the ladies experienced carnal bliss. The intensity had brought dozens down already, making the ladies wonder if these electrifying spasms were the norms.

Xinzi sat crossed-legged. The Blissful Extinction Art and third-layer Yang Revolution kicked in, turning our monk into a giant of golden flames around which white circles rotated. The Immortal Blood Wine appeared as well. Xinzi took a gulp, further stimulating his Immemorial Blood Gu—unaware of the mutation and effects it triggered in his Dongli girls.

The drumming resumed, the beat shaking Night Flower City. The million puppets running the industries glanced towards the city entrance, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"Ooh…ohhh…ooooh!" Loud vibration sounds spread far and wide. Backs arched, curves swayed, and all came to the conclusion that, if Xinzi didn't slow down, they would fall within a minute. The Yin Qi fed off the plugs, fed off Xinzi's Yang Qi, then leaked alongside the squirting juices—going straight towards our monk. The contestants' skins flushed underneath the billowing Yang Qi, but here, some joined hands, conjuring array runes to not only share their their Yin Qi, but spread the pressure of Xinzi's yang among them all.

"Huh! That works as well?"

"Is that legal?"

"He didn't say we couldn't cooperate." Those few noticed that, suddenly, the pressure they faced dropped significantly, and dragged more into the group. Others noticed the change, followed suit, and soon, circles of dancing beauties united by qi and runes had formed around our monk.

Xinzi's drumming quickened once more, reaching a new peak. However, the united groups didn't flounder, their limbs and hips swaying with licentious grace around our monk. The boldest of the lot regained their confidence, openly rubbing their firm, round and alluring butts on Xinzi's back. His shoulders and face were not spared either.

Xinzi didn't mind. His tongue stuck out, flicking across the ladies' cheeks and erect nipples while his hands still beat the drum.

As the united groups rubbed their curves on our monk, the more willful gals fell in droves. Here, some of them realized that the only way to stand a fighting chance was to unite with other girls—the realization came too late, and they dropped as well. To say nothing of them. The faster Xinzi's drumming went, the more challenging holding on became for the groups, and unlike the individual gals, if one of them wavered, they all fell.

They wouldn't. The 903th beauty fell face-first, ass in the air, with the plug still gyrating in her booty. Her fall announced the end of the Ancient Butt Plug Challenge. But focused not only on controlling their hips, but using every trick they could think of to tease our jolly monk and make him pay for his perversion, they carried on!

Never one to deny a lady's needs, Xinzi obliged. The Blissful Extinction blossomed into a fiery blaze, sweeping through the 100 winners. For the umpteenth time, they froze—jaws dropped, backs bent and tongues hanging in a blissful stupor. The last orgasm brought their valiance down, their juices spilling all over our monk, who stood and up, and with a smile, ambled at each individual—pressing his fingers on their hardened clits.

"O…aaaaah!" Each time that Xinzi's fingers stroked a beauty's clit, one long and loud moan would leave their throat, then they'd go down—unable to move an inch. All 100 fell, leaving only the maids, who'd also paired to resist the stimulation.

"Good job, everyone. For the 903 who failed to pass the test, your factions will receive 60 years of tax rebates. The plugs will also serve as an identity token for you to justify your status as donors of My Divine Self. Cooperate to spread the faith, and on the next selection, you'll be given priority." Xinzi said, picked up his monastic robe, and waved his right hand. 903 pillars of light dropped from the sky, sending the defeated to their assigned changing rooms.

Now, only the 100 winners plus maids remained, their ragged breathing a testament to the challenge they'd just powered through. "As for you, congratulations. You have officially been selected to join my Night Flower Hall. Be it as consorts or nuns, you are now my people—and in this palace, only have to answer to me. I will later receive your fathers to discuss important matters. In the meantime…" Xinzi snapped his fingers, and 1,000 puppets appeared, carrying large ebony palanquins to lift up the groggy winners.

"It is time to consummate."