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Çock Conquest: Arrogant Bitçhes Worship Trash they once mocked

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In a brutal world where the strong trample the weak and cultivation is everything, Ye Wei was the ultimate laughingstock: a talentless outer disciple beaten daily, publicly cuckolded when his childhood fiancée was stolen by the arrogant young master, and humiliated by the cold genius swordswoman Ling Xue’er who spat on him like garbage. Left for dead after one final beating, a forbidden voice echoed in his soul. 【Dominance & Desire System Activated】 【Mission: Conquer your first enemy woman. Reward: Realm jump + Pleasure Domination skill】 The moment he pinned the proud ice-queen Ling Xue’er against the cold stone wall, ripped her sect robes, and forced his throbbing cock into her dripping, traitorous cunt while she screamed “I hate you, trash!”—everything changed. She came violently, squirting around him as he degraded her: “Look at the genius now leaking like a cheap whore for the man you despised.” Then he flooded her womb with thick ropes of cum, stroked her tear-streaked cheek, and growled, “Good girl… you were made to milk my cock.” The system exploded with rewards. Ye Wei skyrocketed from Qi Refining trash to a rising monster. Every arrogant beauty who once looked down on him—princesses, assassins, demonesses, sect elders—would soon be on their knees, throats stretched around his shaft, begging for praise while he called them his filthy cumsluts. Ling Xue’er hated him the most… until she didn’t. Until she craved the degradation, the choking, the face-fucking until tears streamed down her perfect face, only to melt when he whispered “Perfect little whore, take every drop like the good girl you are.” Now Ye Wei builds an empire of broken goddesses. He fucks them in ruined sect halls, on thrones of conquered empires, in mid-air while battling immortals—each conquest granting insane power, new skills, and deeper obsession. They compete to be his best cocksleeve. They wear his collars in secret. They beg to be bred while he face-slaps entire sects that once mocked him. From the man everyone stepped on… to the depraved emperor who owns every arrogant pussy that dared reject him. Warning: Extremely explicit R-18 content. Heavy degradation, praise kink, hate-sex turning to worship, creampie obsession, public claiming, light bondage, breeding teases, and zero fade-to-black. If you like seeing proud beauties broken and addicted to one man’s cock—read at your own risk.
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