2 Chapter 2: Ying Ji Serves Qin Tian (R18)

"Young Master, let me serve you," Ying Ji seemed to have surrendered herself to the fate. She slowly removed her tight leather outfit, exposing her tender naked body as she slowly knelt between Qin Tian's legs. With utmost care as if performing a sacred ritual, she delicately removed Qin Tian's pants and caressed his thick cock with her hands.

Ying Ji had an incredibly voluptuous figure, with a slim waist and fat buttocks. Such a body was undoubtedly perfect for 'certain activities.' Qin Tian reached out with one hand, grabbing one of Ying Ji's breasts, kneading it with his fingers, and enjoying the elasticity it offered.

Ying Ji seemed to have received specialized training in this area. Her smooth, slender fingers slid along the veiny shaft of the thick cock while she spit out her pink fragrant tongue and gently licked the egg-shaped purple glans. This sensation was incredibly pleasurable.

Her fingers stroked the already swollen cock, and Ying Ji looked in amazement at the impressive size right in front of her. It was her first time observing Qin Tian's meat stick up close. Qin Tian's cock bore a deep, inviting shade of dark brown, with an almost translucent allure to it. His glans, reminiscent of a chicken egg, sported a mesmerizing shade of purple, while two robust and bulging, hairy balls dangled below. Whether by design or sheer instinct, Ying Ji took a subtle breath, inadvertently inhaling an intoxicating musk that momentarily clouded her thoughts.

'Is this the cock that makes Empress act like a slut?' Looking at the magnificent and aesthetically pleasing, domineering cock before her, Ying Ji seemed to understand why the Empress Gong Xiaoyue had turned into such a wanton woman.

She gripped the thick veiny cock, parted her succulent red lips, placed her fragrant tongue under the shaft, around the tie (part that joins shaft and glans) and slowly took it into her mouth. At first, it felt a bit uncomfortable and the taste wasn't exactly pleasant, but she quickly found her rhythm, and Ying Ji skillfully began to pleasure Qin Tian with her mouth. 

Qin Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he played with Ying Ji's breasts and enjoyed her oral services. He started to contemplate.

In reality, he was a transmigrator, or rather, he was reborn with his memories intact. He had developed consciousness inside Gong Xiaoyue's womb. Initially, he thought he had transmigrated as the protagonist, but reality turned out to be different from what he had imagined. He was actually an antagonist. However, unlike other transmigrators, he not only played the role of an antagonist but also understood why he had transmigrated.

In his previous life on Earth, he was a nobody—no parents, no money, barely surviving on meager wages as a waiter. His life was mundane and numb, until one day, a voice in his dreams asked if he wanted to change his destiny. When he agreed, he transmigrated into Gong Xiaoyue's womb and was born after nine months.

Then, when he was ten years old, a memory fragment appeared in his mind that explained why he had transmigrated and what he had to do. 

As readers of online novels might know, no matter what kind of protagonist they are, they usually end up either challenging the heavens or the Dao of Heaven itself. It seemed like an unsatisfactory ending without defeating some celestial force.

These protagonists often act recklessly within their worlds, seizing its resources, monopolizing its women, and readily committing acts of mass destruction against clans or sects. Ultimately, they take control of the world, becoming its new sovereign. 

These invading protagonists can be seen as a blight upon the world, and he is the tool that the world's consciousness employed to counter these protagonists, using one transmigrator to eliminate another. 

In contrast, the world's consciousness has bestowed upon him a loving family, a formidable background, striking looks, and a talent that reverberates through time, offering him the very best of everything. With these gifts, Qin Tian has only one mission: to hunt down those protagonists who have transmigrated into his world. 

In fact, the world's consciousness had also given him a system, but this system wasn't like the ones in other online novels that issued tasks or had its own consciousness. This system was very simple, with a singular function: to detect the presence of protagonists and provide Qin Tian with some hints and rewards.

Although the reason is unclear, the world's consciousness seeks to purge these malignancies. Yet, it seems unable to reject these protagonists directly. They keep absorbing the world's destiny with their so-called protagonist halo, allowing them to continuously seize opportunities and develop rapidly.

This makes it impossible for Qin Tian to directly kill these protagonists because they carry the world's destiny. If he tries to kill them, they will likely escape due to various factors. Even if he forcibly kills them, the backlash from the world's destiny would render him powerless.

He came to the mortal realm not only for the Ancestral Dragon inheritance but also because the system hinted that a protagonist would be born in this realm.

Just as Qin Tian was organizing his thoughts, a sudden rush of pleasure interrupted him. After being served by the Ying Ji for so long, he was nearing his limit.

Ying Ji supported herself on Qin Tian's thighs, constantly moving her head up and down between his thick legs, accommodating his enormous cock with her warm and moist mouth. The saliva she secreted had already wetted her snow-white chest.

Feeling the throbbing and swelling in her mouth, Ying Ji knew that the master was about to climax. She held onto Qin Tian's waist with both hands, taking his entire rod into her throat and rapidly bobbed up and down, deepthroating him each time.

Under Ying Ji's exceptional oral skills, Qin Tian felt a tingling sensation in his waist as he released concentrated essence into Ying Ji's mouth. Due to the ejaculation occurring while deepthroating, Ying Ji choked briefly, spitting out the rod and coughing. However, the still ejaculating flesh rod sprayed the remaining semen onto Ying Ji's face.

Ying Ji looked up at Qin Tian, her seductive face now covered in creamy white semen. This scene was beyond lascivious.

"Young Master, I'm sorry. Ying Ji couldn't swallow it all," Ying Ji kneeled on the ground, bowing her head, apologetic.

Qin Tian stepped on Ying Ji's head and gave it a slight press on the ground, sternly saying, "Let this be the exception. I'll let it go this time. Clean up all of this for me."

"Thank you, Young Master," Ying Ji thanked him and then, like a female dog, raised her plump buttocks and licked the semen dripping on the ground.

Qin Tian was very satisfied with Ying Ji's understanding. He sat back confidently, beckoning to Ying Ji with his finger, "Come up, do it yourself."

"Okay," Ying Ji stood up, straddling Qin Tian's body, holding onto his flesh rod with one hand and spreading her own delicate pink pussy glistening with crystal clear liquid with the other.

Ying Ji's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, separating the outer labia to reveal a pink and tender flesh cave. It had a delicate pink color, and the entrance was tightly closed, indicating that Ying Ji was still a virgin.

It made sense because being chosen by her mother to stay by her side meant that Ying Ji excelled in all aspects, not just in strength and talent, but also in learning a plethora of sexual techniques while maintaining her virginity.

Ying Ji placed the thick cock at the entrance of her cave, gently wiggling her plump buttocks, allowing the glans to rub against her moist opening.

"Young Master, please allow me to pleasure your cock. Ying Ji will serve you well. Everything I have will become your possession. Please use your cock to take my virginity. Let your large cock penetrate my licentious pussy!" Ying Ji had completely let go, showcasing everything she had learned to the extreme.

Qin Tian held onto Ying Ji's plump buttocks with both hands and smiled, "You are a good treasure. From now on, stay obediently by my side."

"Thank you, Master... Ah... Master's cock is so big, it has touched my hymen," Ying Ji's body slowly sank, trembling slightly from discomfort caused by Qin Tian's large flesh rod.

Ying Ji raised her eyes to look at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with desire. Her captivating face exuded endless lust. 

"Young Master, please personally take my most precious virginity." 

Qin Tian licked his lips. This Ying Ji was truly a remarkable beauty, exceptional in serving a man. Qin Tian held onto Ying Ji's waist firmly without any mercy. He thrust forcefully, feeling the breaking of something inside.

"Ah!" Ying Ji let out a miserable cry, burying her head in Qin Tian's shoulder, her body trembling slightly, obviously enduring the pain.

Qin Tian embraced Ying Ji, allowing her to adjust to the foreign object inside her.

After a while, Ying Ji supported herself on Qin Tian's shoulders with her hands, her feet spread open as she squatted on the chair, beginning to move her plump buttocks and once again engulfing the blood-stained cock within her.

"Young Master, can you kiss me?" Ying Ji looked up, tears streaming down her face. Ying Ji wasn't crying because of the pain of losing her virginity. After all, she was a strong person and that kind of pain meant nothing to her. She was afraid of her uncertain future.

The disparity between her status and Qin Tian's is too vast, leaving her vulnerable to a precarious fate. If one day Qin Tian became tired of her, she would only have one path left—to die. From then on, she may become nothing more than an object to vent, discarded once her purpose is served.

Qin Tian pinched her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. Ying Ji responded passionately, thrusting her hips while engulfing his cock, her arms wrapped around Qin Tian's neck as she kissed him.

Their tongues intertwined in each other's mouths, exchanging saliva.

Reluctantly, Qin Tian released Ying Ji's tongue and embraced her, saying, "As long as you listen to me obediently and don't betray me, you will be my exclusive bodyguard for life."

"Thank you, Young Master. I hope you won't abandon me in the future," Ying Ji's mood improved slightly upon receiving Qin Tian's promise.

"Well, it depends on your performance," Qin Tian smirked, holding Ying Ji's plump buttocks in his hands, he carried her onto the bed.

"Smack~"

Qin Tian firmly slapped Ying Ji's big buttocks, arousing waves of pleasure. "Raise your big buttocks!"

Ying Ji gave Qin Tian a seductive glance and obediently positioned herself on the bed, raising her plump buttocks high.

Qin Tian grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spreading the flesh apart and penetrated her wet entrance with his cock.

"Ah~ Young Master's cock feels so good. Being cherished by such a rod is the happiest thing for Ying Ji."

"Young master... It's too intense... Ying Ji... is about to lose control... and climax."

The two of them engaged on the bed for a long time, not finishing until the early morning of the next day. 

[A/N: This lemon is short because I don't want to exhaust all the weapon in my arsenal at start. There will be many more in upcoming chapters.]

Qin Tian, breathing heavily, withdrew his thick cock from Ying Ji's asshole. Without the object blocking it, Ying Ji's asshole released a stream of milky fluid, much like opening the floodgates of a reservoir.

As she lay on the bed, Ying Ji appeared utterly spent, her body bearing the marks of passionate ravishment. She was a disheveled mess, her honeyed pussy drenched and in disarray, her once tightly clenched asshole now left unable to close, all testifying to the intensity of this battle. 

Qin Tian had been at it for a day and a night and was somewhat tired. He sighed and said, "It seems I'll need to learn some techniques for dual cultivation when I return, or else I might not be able to keep up."

No matter how powerful Qin Tian was, he was still only 16 years old. Whether it was his mother Gong Xiaoyue or Ying Ji, they were much older and powerful than him. He could handle a few older women with strong desires, but if there were more in the future, he feared he might be a little overwhelmed.

He picked up Ying Ji and they both took a bath together, cleaning the dirt from their bodies. Of course, with their cultivation level, they could clean the stains without a bath, but Qin Tian enjoyed this kind of bath.

"Young Master, how can I let you scrub me? Let me serve you," Ying Ji sat in Qin Tian's lap, wanting to stand up and assist him with his bath. But she found herself completely powerless and weak all over.

"Sit still, I can handle it," Qin Tian embraced Ying Ji and began to wipe her sexy body with a towel.

Ying Ji obediently sat in Qin Tian's lap, leaning against his chest, feeling a sense of security. Her cheeks turned slightly red, and she could sense Qin Tian's care for her.

She had seen how others treated their slaves and maids before. After they were done, they would just leave or hand them over to subordinates, sometimes even involving them in group activities. Some even used them as pets and made the maids mate with animals for their own amusement.

Qin Tian was different. Although he was dominant in bed, he also made Ying Ji feel cared afterwards, even helping her with a bath. This made Ying Ji feel secure and warm inside.

Qin Tian carried Ying Ji out of the bathroom, and both of them were naked. They came to the bedside, and with a touch on his storage ring, Qin Tian replaced the bedding with a clean one. He then lay on the bed, holding the naked Ying Ji in his arms.

"You've expended so much energy, let's rest for a while," Qin Tian said.

"Mmm," Ying Ji held onto Qin Tian with both hands, their naked bodies pressed closely together. She rested her head on Qin Tian's chest and slowly drifted to sleep.

Qin Tian couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Ying Ji lacked a sense of security. Holding her soft body, he also entered into sleep.

Of course, both Ying Ji and Qin Tian had many ways to eliminate their post-coital fatigue, and they didn't need to sleep. But they tacitly wanted to enjoy this feeling of lying in one another's arms.