An infinite journey starting from paradise

"What males experience is actually far inferior to what we experience. But it's still quite novel to try it occasionally."

"Hey, are you a bear, a tiger, or a hyena?"

Irene didn't ask this question in the end. She just turned her head away and didn't look at the disgusting thing between Sandy's legs.

"Forget it. I'll go track down that dragonfly. Sita, please take me out." Irene said coldly.

"Okay." Sita laughed and activated her ability. The cracked ground swallowed Irene's figure, and then Sita sent her out of the building.

"Hey hey hey~"

After sending Irene away, Sita knelt down in front of Sandy with a smile, greedily licking her futanari "prosthesis": "Slurp~ Slurp~ Before playing with the cat, are you interested in digging a hole with the little pangolin?"

- ...

"Dig, dig, dig!"

In the bathroom of the club's luxurious private room, the witch Kara continued to use Lin Shangren's huge penis to dig and rub her unopened acupuncture points. Lin Shangren's large purple hat had already penetrated halfway, and several times it had even hit Kara's ringed flesh membrane. However, Kara, who still had some rationality, ultimately did not break through that last layer of window paper.

Simple friction was just scratching the surface, and the constant small orgasms in the perineum could not satisfy Kara's desire. If this continued, she would be driven crazy by her own reason and body instincts. Fortunately, during the constant rubbing, stroking and sucking, Lin Shangren also gave in.

Although Lin Shangren, whose body has been greatly strengthened, cannot do the "high-pressure hanging gun" like the national superman Hancock, the power of his ejaculation is no longer comparable. The turbid white high-pressure sperm column shot out, penetrated the hole in Kara's flesh membrane and shot directly into her G-spot deep inside. The subsequent overflowing heat also stained her hands.

went!

Kara softened in Lin Shangren's arms and let Lin Shangren put her semen-covered hand into her mouth.

"Suck ~ suck~"

Savoring the rich, fishy and salty taste in her hand, Kara, who had been feeling a little weak, regained her spirits once again.

The experiment was successful. While retaining some of their red psychic energy, the witches were able to replenish their lost psychic energy to its full potential after consuming high-quality Miqing liquid. In other words, the Lin Shang people could use the witches as material for their "sucking fun," sucking some, leaving some, filling up with Miqing liquid, and continuing to suck. This would achieve a perpetual motion machine and sustainable fishing.

"How is this pathway similar to drinking your own semen in a different way? Ugh, that's a bit disgusting."

That being said, if Lin Shangren really exploited this bug or feature to continuously absorb the witches' psychic energy to strengthen himself, he would have a chance to achieve soaring on the spot. The premise is that the witches' psychic energy is truly completely harmless to him.

"Let's wait until Ashrose wakes up."

Lin Shangren adhered to the basic principle of being a cunning old man and finally did not act rashly, just as he did not directly break Kara's body just now.

"I'm sorry, I just cleaned you and ended up getting you dirty again..."

Lin Shangren was about to say this, but he saw Kara licking the thick white semen remaining on her fingertips carefully like a kitten with mysophobia, with an expression of being unsatisfied.

"It seems you like eating this very much."

"I…"

Kara, who had regained some consciousness, lowered her head and answered with silence.

"Then I won't keep you in suspense. I'm hunting you witches," Lin Shangren said. "I'm different from the people in the Zhimen Organization. I won't torture you to the point of mental breakdown and then kill you. I just want you to be my slaves, obey my orders, and be absolutely loyal. In exchange, I will protect your safety and try my best to help you realize your personal wishes. All you need to do is offer your loyalty and your body.

Or, death. Don't worry, I don't usually have a habit of torturing women. Therefore, the death I bring you will also be painless.

Now, give me an answer. To be a slave in name only, but happy in reality, or to die painlessly?

Lin Shangren was well aware that true loyalty could not be gained through coercion and inducement. As someone well versed in PUA tactics, he wasn't going to resort to such superficial tactics. However, it wasn't time to unleash his PUA tactics yet.

"Since witches are beneficial to me on various levels, it would be best to collect them all first. I will capture the clean ones and make them my slaves. I will kill and devour the dirty ones, then spit their souls into new bodies and use their clean bodies as slaves."

The basic outline has been set, and the next step is to take further action.

"Take down the Zhimen Organization, replace it, recruit the witches under its command, and then use their power to recruit other witches hiding in the city."

Not in good condition, skip a day

As the title says. I feel bloated after eating corn noodles, so I will postpone my post today. The following is a period to make up the word count…

Chapter 207: Forced to go through the plot again

On the fiftieth floor, the topmost floor of the Zhimen Organization's headquarters, all the partition walls had been demolished, leaving only a few load-bearing beams and columns, forming a spacious hall. In the center of the hall's ceiling was a huge circular hollow. It was strange that, while looking up at the sky from outside the building would only see a murky and gloomy landscape, through this circular hollow, one could see a clear and vast starry sky.

Under the starry sky, there was a huge scarlet lounge chair. A silver-haired girl wearing black rags was lying on the lounge chair, leisurely swinging her bare feet.

Her skin was waxy and lifeless, her eyes, one red and one blue, emitting an eerie glow. Her body seemed childish, but a closer look revealed her figure, her mature and graceful curves, as if a mature and voluptuous woman had been scaled down. Strange and alluring.

"come over."

The moment she made a sound, we could confirm that she was indeed not a naive loli, but a mature lady in reduced proportion.

"Yes Yes!"

The man who crawled to the girl's feet eagerly like a dog was none other than the uncrowned king who controlled the sinful city of Shelf City, Zhimen.

The woman lazily stretched out her white bare feet, and Zhimen quickly held them, as if holding a fragile work of art, pressing his cheek against them, licking and sucking each of her toes intently.

At first glance, this scene looked like the behavior of a perverted pedophile, but the terrified look on Zhimen's face showed that this was not the case.

Awe, Zhimen's eyes were filled with the awe of a servant for his master.

"Huh, hehe, hahahaha."

The woman laughed as if she couldn't bear it, and this time her laughter was as clear and innocent as a little girl's.

"That's... interesting." The voice once again turned into the cold and arrogant voice of a queen. "Get rid of him and continue with the original plan? Or find a way to use him?"

"what did you say?"

Zhimen raised his head curiously.

"Who are you talking about... Ugh... Gulp..."

Zhimen's words were interrupted because the woman suddenly pushed her toes into his mouth, and her small bare feet inserted into his throat, causing Zhimen to suffocate.

"Gu, ga... cough cough cough."

After Zhimen's face turned purple, the woman who observed him suffocating for a while felt a little bored and withdrew her toes.

"I haven't given you permission to speak yet."

The woman stepped on Zhimen's back, causing the coughing man to fall to the ground like a giant frog.

The woman stepped on Zhimen's body and snapped her fingers. Then, a crimson magic circle arose beside the red lounge chair. The black bishop Valentinos, who had been slashed by Lin Shangren earlier, slowly emerged from the magic circle. His body had been fully healed, though he had not yet regained consciousness.

"Wake up."

The woman pointed a finger at Valentinos' forehead, and the black man slowly opened his eyes. The moment he saw the person in front of him, he roared, "Damn witch!!!"

A pair of giant hands, much larger than the woman's head, moved towards her slender neck, but before they touched her skin, Valentinos stopped moving, and the golden Latin tattoo on the back of his hand dimmed.

"A tool should be treated like a tool," the woman said coldly. "Now tell me, who are you?"

"who am I?"

The black bishop felt a force invading his brain.

"I can't think about it...I can't..."

Although he had been restraining himself from thinking about his own identity, Valentinos couldn't help but recall his life and the purpose of his coming to this sinful city.

……

The Inquisition, also known as the Holy Province of the Inquisition, existed to identify and suppress ideas and individuals that violated Christian beliefs. It is best known for its infamous witch hunts during the Middle Ages.

In modern times, it's generally believed that the Inquisition, along with the extremists it represented, has vanished into the dust of history. However, this is far from the truth. In the past, the flames of the Inquisition consumed countless victims deemed "witches," and even today, those flames continue to burn brightly in the shadows of Christianity. Valentinus was a member of this modern-day Inquisition.

A black orphan abandoned by his parents, he was adopted and raised by the church's Yuying. Because of his black identity, he was ostracized by other orphans and was almost drowned. When he was dying, he received a revelation from God, and the divine Latin words inexplicably appeared on the back of his hand where the "Stigmata of Jesus" was. He was then chosen by the Inquisition and trained to be a bishop who hunted heretics, constantly hunting down the Lord's enemies.

This was all that Valentinos had lived through for the first half of his life.

One day, several years ago…how many years was it? Three? Seven? Seventy? Valentinos couldn't remember. But he still remembered the scene clearly. A cardinal showed him some photos. They showed strange-looking women, dressed in bizarre and sexy outfits, wielding swords and other cold weapons. They looked like something out of a Japanese or American cartoon.

"Are they genuine witches, not some unbelieving fools dressed up as erotic girls?" Valentinus asked as a matter of course. He acted according to the Lord's commandments and would never waste the power bestowed upon him by killing heretics who were not worthy of his own efforts.

"It's the real deal," the cardinal said. "Horrible monsters roam that city, and these witches fight them with inhuman strength. It's like something out of a Japanese anime. And the people of that city also engage in witch hunting, capturing and torturing lone or seriously injured witches."

"Stupid blasphemy," Valentinos said.

Whether it was witches with inhuman powers or the massacres launched by fools in the name of witch hunting, these were all blasphemies against the history of the Church, the Lord, and the faith. Valentinus naturally would not tolerate the existence of these heresies.

"Do you need me to go and strangle these heretics?" asked Valentinos.

"No, the Holy See needs you to go to that city to retrieve something," the cardinal said. "All the power in the world belongs to God, and so does the power stolen by heretics. Those witches did not come into being out of thin air. The Holy See suspects that the original manuscript of the lost gospel is in that city."

"The lost gospels? The Gospel of Judas?"

The Gospel of Judas, an apocryphal text from the New Testament, was discovered in an Egyptian cave in the latter half of the 20th century, specifically in 1978. Carbon dating suggests it was dated to around 280 AD. Its discovery caused a sensation in the Christian world, but its contents were generally considered worthless.

The book claims that Judas was the true and only apostle of Jesus, and his betrayal of Jesus was actually approved by Jesus because Jesus was fed up with human stupidity and wanted to get rid of his human body as soon as possible and restore his divinity.

The Gospel of Judas complements the logic of Christian doctrine. Why couldn't Jesus, the supposedly omniscient and omnipotent Son of God, foresee his disciples' betrayal? The reason is that everything actually stemmed from his own will; he directed and acted out everything. However, the Gospel of Judas also undoubtedly undermines the image of Jesus as a benevolent and universally loving person. Consequently, it was dismissed by the church as apocryphal, and the Gospel of Judas was deemed a severely OOC, trashy fan fiction.

However, core members of the church knew that the so-called "Gospel of Judas" was indeed written by Judas himself, and even Jesus participated in its creation. Long before the discovery of the ancient Coptic papyrus manuscript, the church already had a Greek manuscript. The contents of the manuscript were more complete than the papyrus, and the contents were even more shocking.

It could be said that the Gospel fundamentally overturned the worldview based on doctrine, and its very existence was enough to shake the Christian world. Throughout history, the Gospel had also demonstrated its terrifying power, such as when someone used it to transform a peaceful town overnight into a living hell infested with giant rats, and the resulting plague nearly wiped out the entirety of Europe. After that, the Church sealed the dangerous tome until it was stolen by an unidentified silver-haired witch.

"It's in that city to the east. Would you be willing to go to Japan, Inquisitor Valentinos?"

"Of course. The meaning of my existence is to strangle as many heretics as possible and maintain the dignity of the Lord." Valentinus' facial muscles relaxed with joy, like a smiling lion. This "beast of God" has confirmed its prey.

"ε?χομαι π?ντα ε?ωχρ?αν." The cardinal suddenly spoke to Valentinus in ancient Greek.

"What?" Valentinos asked in confusion.

"I said, I wish you all the best."

……

"So I came to the Crossing, following the Lord's guidance... to seek... someone worthy of my devotion, worthy of the Lord's salvation... and to offer you my loyalty and strength, my Master."

Valentinos knelt before the silver-haired witch, picked up her right foot and kissed it, swearing his allegiance.

"This is the right thing to do."

The witch lifted Valentinos' chin with her foot, then turned to the door and ordered, "Let them out, and hide yourself. If nothing unexpected happens, you might die."

The moment the order was given, several more magic circles lit up in the hall, and within them rose several crystal coffins. Each coffin held a "badly damaged" beauty: some had their limbs chopped off, their eyes gouged out, their facial features cut off, their buttocks and breasts cut off. The injuries they had suffered in life varied. The only thing they had in common was that their bellies were bulging, as if they were pregnant.

The witch snapped her fingers and chanted obscure scriptures. Then the girls' bodies floated out of the crystal coffins. Their legs were forcibly pried apart by an unknown force, and then eggs emerged from between their buttocks, and then they gave birth.

……

Dawn is approaching, and Lin Shangren's sage time can still last for an hour and a half.

The time he had to be fully awake was limited, but he didn't rush to teleport to the Zhimen Organization's building and start a killing spree. Instead, he relied on tough spider silk to swing between the dilapidated buildings like Spider-Man.

Of course, Lin Shangren wouldn't go so far as to swing between buildings in a midriff-baring top. He could simply cover his navel with a black shadow and then shoot out webs from the shadow inside his sleeves to achieve the same visual effect as Spider-Man Peter Parker. However, judging by his old-school tough-guy look in a black trench coat, Lin Shangren looks more like Spider-Man Noir.

"If I go to Marvel, who will be able to tell me apart from Peter Parker?"

Just at this moment, Lin Shangren's spider sense suddenly sounded an alarm.

"What the hell?"

When Lin Shangren turned around again, he saw an RPG shooting straight towards him.

"Man!"

Before being blown into a pulp by a cannon, Lin Shangren reacted. He turned his clothes into quantum ghosts and then used his body to take the cannon.

"Hit it?!" the man who attacked secretly thought in surprise.

Then, Lin Shangren's disapproving voice came from behind him: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, I will let you experience the special treatment of British artillery."

Chapter 208: The Kidnapping Case Seven Years Ago

Lin Shangren took out a bazooka rocket from the shadows. He didn't mind stuffing the rocket directly into the skin of the bastard who attacked him, so that he could feel the physical sense of anus exploding all over the sky.

The attacker's reaction was not slow. The moment he heard Lin Shangren's words, he immediately stabbed back blindly, took a step forward, turned around, and used the inertia of the turn to swing the knife backward. While performing this series of reactions, he did not forget to throw away the rocket launcher on his shoulder, and pulled out the mini Springfield pistol in the chest holster, and quickly fired four shots before the rocket launcher fell to the ground.

This clearly demonstrates that the attacker was not only well-prepared but also well-trained. However, even the fastest American Iai would inevitably show weakness against a "humanoid monster" that had just withstood a rocket with its own flesh. Although all four bullets struck Lin Shangren's chest, they caused no harm, leaving only a few tiny bullet holes in his Prada coat, the same style as Yan Shuangying's.

"There's some stuff, but not much," Lin Shangren commented. "The Japanese team is doing the same dagger drills as the US military, and there's this quick-draw and shooting technique. Are you from the Japanese government?"

As he spoke, Lin Shangren looked at the man in front of him. He had a typical East Asian face with a huge lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. His height of nearly 1.85 meters was definitely outstanding among the Japanese. Through his slightly dirty field jacket, he could see his muscular shoulders and chest. Combined with his stern face, if he were thrown into the movie "Resident Evil", he would probably be the type of macho man who could survive until the last fifteen minutes and then be killed by a tyrant.

[Name: Kakuroka Akira]

[Race: human male]

[Identity: Former Special Police]

[State: Shocked, nervous, excited, adrenaline rushing.]

[Note: He seems like a man with a story to tell. Before you shove a bazooka up his ass, you might want to listen to his story.]

Lin Shangren was still looking at Kakuroka Akimoto's profile when he attacked him again. Seeing his pistol bullets were useless, Kakuroka Akimoto pulled a 12-gauge Frank shotgun from his sleeve. He pulled the trigger, but no fire erupted from the muzzle.