The obsidian gong rang out across the Arena of Flesh, summoning the collared goddesses and sworn harem to the circle once more.
This time, there would be no armor.No weapons.Only skin, submission… and the heat of competition.
The center of the arena pulsed with magical runes — one half glowing crimson, the other violet. These were the Twin Fields of Dual Cultivation, where participants must use Qi techniques, seduction, painplay, and spiritual dominance to overpower their opponent — not to kill… but to break them into surrender.
Above them, seated on a throne carried by kneeling concubines, was you, Xie Wuyou — cloaked in nothing but immortal silk and shadows. In your hand: the Branding Rod, forged from divine iron, shaped like your sigil — a mark burned only into the chosen few.
"Tonight, you fight not for freedom," you announced. "You fight for a place at my feet… and a brand upon your womb."
The crowd—thousands of harem girls and sect slaves—cheered in lustful worship.
The first match began.
Round One: The Dragoness vs. The Moon-Blood Priestess
The two goddesses circled, bare-breasted, their thighs glistening with sweat. The dragoness struck first, wrapping her tail around the priestess's leg, yanking her down to the crimson sand. They rolled, breasts pressed together, teeth bared in lust and hatred.
"Your moans will echo through the palace before this is over," the dragoness growled.
But the priestess smiled, activating her Lunar Binding Qi, freezing her opponent mid-thrust and turning the tide. She sat astride the dragoness, grinding down hard, whispering forbidden hymns into her ears as the obedience crest pulsed on both their bellies.
The dragoness broke first, screaming Wuyou's name. A pillar of light shot up, signaling surrender.
The crowd roared.
You rose slowly, descending to the arena, the Branding Rod glowing with dark fire.
"Present yourself," you commanded.
The dragoness obeyed. On hands and knees, back arched, eyes closed, she offered her womb to the flame.
Sssshhhh—!
The brand seared into her flesh — her orgasm erupting as her mark blazed bright. Her cry was half-pain, half-devotion.
"I… belong… to the Flesh God… forever…"
One by one, the matches continued.
A fallen fox spirit sobbed with pleasure as vines tied her down and a vampire priestess made her surrender through body worship.
A naga war-priestess tongue-fought an angelic virgin until both collapsed in divine overstimulation, crawling together to beg for branding.
Even the once-proud battle goddess of the Nine Heavens fell, forced to kneel as you inscribed her womb with your burning sigil, her wings twitching from the sheer, orgasmic power.
By night's end, eleven women had been branded, their cultivation pushed higher through humiliation, their loyalty sealed by flesh and flame.
They lay in the arena like broken dolls, marked, moaning, eyes glazed with euphoric trance. You stood above them all, the Rod still smoking.
"This is not punishment," you said. "This is elevation. You are not ruined… you are reborn. As mine."
The sky trembled.
A new divine realm awakened — one born from dominance, devotion, and dark cultivation.