Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 Vines that hurt a bit

The black-haired and black-eyed young man looked into the depths of the forest, silently chanting someone’s name, as if praying would give him a blessing.

This world was made up of seven major races and all living things had magical powers, but humans at the lowest level still had the phenomenon of having no magic. These poor creatures have the characteristics of black hair and black eyes. But the High Priest Lee Hughes Ashley was the only exception, he was the strongest human.

Moning was a pure non-magical person, but he never succumbed to his circumstances and strengthened himself through exercise. He had just turned sixteen this year, but he was already physically the size of an adult man.

Ever since the time he first heard about the High Priest’s deeds, he had longed for him deeply, yearning for those free and wonderful adventures.

So he must gain magic power so that he could get closer to the strongest of mankind.

He heard that there was a huge sacred tree growing in the depths of the Forest of Swallowing Death. If you drink the sap that had been brewing for thousands of years in the vines, then you can gain magic power.

After many days of exploring, Moning finally found the entrance to the Forest of Swallowing Death. After reciting the name of the High Priest in silence, he walked deep into the forest.

A thunderous rustle came from the lush grass and a slender snake-like thing caught his ankle like a gust of wind. Moning instantly hung upside down and rose into the air, feeling weightless.

“Fuck.”

Looking up, it was the vine of the sacred tree.

The vine seemed to understand what he cursed and shook him back and forth in the air, making him dizzy. In that short gap, Moning grabbed the vine with one hand, straightened himself, and climbed up.

Suddenly, the vines hanging above flew towards Moning, lashing over at him. He tried to dodge, but he was shackled by the vine and the vines hit hard again and again. The torn clothes clearly showed purple marks.

He sucked in a breath from the pain, not daring to move again.

Sensing that he had quietened down, the vine went a step further and firmly bound Moning’s hands over his head and tightly embraced his waist, using so much force that beads of blood started seeping into the vines.

The vine slipped into Moning’s clothes, climbed up to his body, and tightly squeezed his wheat-colored body. The vine’s tip hovered in the pink zone and touched it carefully. The nipples were rubbed till they stood upright, dripping a light milky color.

After finding the entrance, the tip of the vine ruthlessly pierced in.

There seemed to be a paralyzing liquid at the tip of the vine, and after a slight prick, an unbridled pleasure attacked Moning’s spine.

“Tear–” The clothes were torn apart and countless vines flew over.

The tattered clothing hung on Moning’s body, leaving only an intact thong, but it was also covered with scratches. The plump abdominal muscles and the flesh-colored cylinder in the thong were faintly discernible as he swung.

The vine strip pulled down Moning’s thong and slowly wrapped around his penis, leaving a sticky green liquid, while the other vine swirled around the mouth of the penis.

Moning’s lust was gradually ignited. It was something he had never felt before. He didn’t even know what masturbation was.

The vine bar suddenly turned and locked on tight. Moning felt that place hurt and swell. Some transparent liquid overflowed from the end and the pain in his lower body was devouring his will.

The lust grew stronger and stronger. Moning was eager to touch that place, but he couldn’t throw off the vines that bound his hands. He bit his lower lip and frowned in pain, looking abstinent and yet erotic, but the plants could not discern this scene.

The tip of the vine suddenly pierced into the mouth of the penis and an electric shock-like numbness spread all over his body. Unable to tell the difference from pain or pleasure, Moning couldn’t help curling his toes.

Two vines pulled apart Moning’s buttocks and the cold air seeped in. Moning couldn’t help but shrink his back hole. A vine lingered at the light brown entrance and a large amount of green juice was secreted from the tip.

Moning felt his ass hole was smeared with a cold sticky substance and the sticky feeling made him nauseous.

The vine fiercely rammed in.

“Wu.”

Moning’s eyes widened.

The dry and tight back hole was filled with foreign objects for the first time, but because of the lubricating effect, he didn’t feel unbearable pain, but a strange and marvellous feeling. It was a little itchy, but very good……

A strong sense of shame spontaneously arose. He tried to expel the foreign body, but his efforts caused the inner wall to tightly suck the vine in, making it penetrate even deeper. The vine secreted mucus and went straight in unimpeded.

As his back cave bit onto the vine, Moning kicked off a vine that tried to violate him, but was taken advantage of by other vines looking for a gap to enter.

Three vines jostled each other as they rushed into his body.

Moning let out a heart-rending scream, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Even when in endless pain, he still did not forget to struggle. The vines penetrated his body joyfully but mercilessly, while another vine whipped his ass, the crisp sound resounded loud and clear, humiliating whatever pride he had left.

Due to excessive friction, blood constantly seeped out from his back cave. As the vine deepened, the pink meat hole gaped open and close with some of the flesh turning out, just like a blooming red spider lily – poignant, bloody and obscene.

Two vines pried apart Moning’s legs and another vine bent his back forward till he almost touched his penis. Moning thought his ligaments had broken.

He looked on helplessly as countless vines thrusted into him, extremely ashamed.

He was like a virgin who was gang-raped by countless men and forced to be fucked! If he had to bear such torment to obtain magic power, then he would rather die!

But Moning didn’t know that the humiliation he had to bear would be far from being this simple.

The back cave was tortured and when the vine directly rushed in, Moning couldn’t help convulsing and the other two vines also rushed into his deepest parts.

The penis and asshole were constantly stimulated, and Moning released his first sperm in the pleasure of both pain and joy. He desperately tried to choke back his moan, but it still overflowed from his throat.

The back cave that was soaked with juices felt unbearably itchy and he wanted more and more nutrients to fill him…

Moning was startled by his own thoughts, but his willpower was immediately obliterated by the juice of the sacred tree and became extremely lustful…

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