The idea of founding a sect was tempting. Maybe I could have been a wise old master, doling out cultivation techniques while stacking up followers like a spiritual guru. But the truth was clear — I wasn't meant to be a sect leader.
I was a fighter. A lover. A conqueror of wombs and egos.
Sitting in the cave, staring at the GoonHub notifications that were flooding in like a never-ending tide of thirsty cultivators, I realized: I needed to duel. I needed to test my skills. I needed to claim my status, not just through spiritual teachings, but by showing the world what I was really made of — and I wasn't made of meditation and inner peace.
I was made of nut and fire.
"Lan'er," I said, rolling the jade scroll back up and tossing it aside, "forget the Sacred Load Temple. We're going on the road. Dueling hot baddies."
Lan'er looked up from her latest scroll of correspondence with the Goonhub Brotherhood. She furrowed her brow, a teasing smile forming on her lips. "So you've decided? You're giving up on building a cult just to duel for your ego?"
"I already have an ego," I smirked. "What I need is more fame. And I'm not talking about some hidden sect no one will remember. I want the top of the leaderboard. The best of the best. I'll start from the top and work my way through every hot baddie who thinks they can best me."
She raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan on defeating these 'hot baddies' exactly? Will it be your impressive thrusting technique?"
I grinned. "That's one way to put it, but I have a secret weapon: Edge Control."
Lan'er sighed. "You're hopeless."
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The first stop was an arena known across the realms: The Arena of Endless Pleasure. Cultivators from all walks of life gathered there to prove their prowess. It wasn't just for combat skills — it was a test of stamina, willpower, and the ability to resist release under extreme pressure.
As I walked through the massive stone gates, the air was thick with energy and excitement. The scent of incense burned in the air, masking the undertones of sweat and lust.
Women, hot as hell, surrounded the place. There were spectators, duelists, and challengers — but all eyes turned to me the moment I stepped into the ring.
"Is that him?" a voice whispered.
"Edge God, GoonHub's #1?" another voice asked.
"More like Wombbreaker," someone added with a laugh.
I cracked my neck. Let the games begin.
"Are you here to challenge the best?" a voice called out.
I turned, and there she was — a woman draped in tight black robes, her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked confidence. The arena grew quiet. Every other contestant was waiting for her to make a move.
"Name's Zhenya, 4th on the leaderboard. Think you've got what it takes, Edge God?"
I stared at her. Damn, she was hot. The curves. The eyes. The energy she radiated screamed dominance.
"Bring it on," I said with a smirk. "I'll show you what it means to get destroyed."
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The Duel
The announcer's voice boomed, and the arena was suddenly alive with cheers and shouts.
"First to reach climax loses! No boundaries, no limitations. The winner claims the title of GoonKing!"
Zhenya wasted no time. She unleashed her Wicked Lotus Charm, a technique that would make any normal man want to bust instantly. Her eyes glowed with an unholy light, and the very air around us started to hum with power.
I stood firm.
"Nice try," I said. "But I've been practicing on GoonHub for years. I'm not some rookie."
Her lips curled into a grin. "Let's see how long you last, then."
She lunged at me.
I dodged, barely avoiding the seductive tendrils of her technique as they lashed toward me. Her hands traced patterns in the air as she summoned more of the charm, increasing the pressure in the arena.
But I was prepared.
Edge Control: Third Form — Denial Surge!
I immediately forced my energy inward, sealing off the growing urges within me. My mind was clear. My focus sharp. I couldn't afford to let her get the upper hand.
Zhenya, seeing my resistance, upped the ante.
She moved in close, her body pressing against mine. Every inch of her felt like a physical temptation, but I held back.
"Come on," she whispered. "I've got so much more to offer."
I gritted my teeth. "Not today."
She laughed softly. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that."
Her hands roamed over my body, activating her second technique — Ravishing Lotus Bloom. Her fingers brushed against my most sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed me. But I stood firm, holding the edge.
Finally, I had enough. It was time to finish this.
I thrust forward, using every ounce of my spiritual energy to push through her techniques and drive myself deep into her core. The pressure she applied started to waver as my own control surged. She gasped, fighting to regain control, but it was already too late.
A moment passed.
Then another.
Then a flood of sensations overwhelmed me.
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