The ninth month ended not with penetration, but with ascension.
Su Mei's final, womb-deep contraction hit at dawn—a slow, rolling wave that started deep in her core and radiated outward, making her swollen belly tighten visibly beneath the stretched, glowing skin. The heir kicked once, hard, as if impatient to meet the father who had teased his mother for nine eternal months.
Long Chen knelt between her thighs, forty-inch dragon sealed at her entrance—crown stretching her rim wide, throbbing in perfect sync with her labor contractions, but still denying the full breach.
Each push of labor made her pussy clench around the invading head: schlorp… schlorp… wet, rhythmic sucks that pulled at him desperately, nectar gushing in warm, creamy waves that soaked his shaft and balls in thick layers.
Milk erupted from her 44Q breasts in synchronized jets—thick, enriched streams glowing gold, spraying high enough to rain back down on her belly and his face.
He drank straight from the source: mouth latched to her left nipple, sucking slow and deep while the right sprayed freely across his cheek. The milk tasted richer now—pregnancy-ripened, creamy-sweet with fertile power that flooded his meridians like liquid starlight.
Her screams turned to moans as pleasure overrode pain—each contraction triggering a fresh orgasm from the shallow stretch alone.
The heir crowned slowly.
Golden light exploded from her pussy as the baby's head emerged—hair already black with golden streaks, tiny dragon horns budding.
Long Chen guided him out with reverent hands, never letting his dragon slip deeper than the gate.
The moment the imperial prince drew his first breath, heaven and earth trembled.
Tribulation clouds gathered—golden lightning cracking in celebration.
The system voice sang like a heavenly choir:
[DING… Imperial heir born in perfect Yin-Yang harmony…
Spirit Severing realm forged instantly…
Dragon Yang Root +20 inches → 60 inches of Primordial Emperor Dragon…
Layer 6 unlocked – "Milf Dominion Aura" (all mature women within 100 li feel irresistible pull)…
Bloodline 10% unsealed – Dragon Emperor Authority awakened…]
The newborn prince opened golden eyes, looked at his father, and cooed—already Qi Condensation.
Su Mei collapsed back, pussy gaping wide, afterbirth mixing with nectar in a glowing flood.
Long Chen finally withdrew his dragon with a wet, obscene pop that made her squirt one last time.
He kissed her sweat-slick forehead.
"Our son will rule galaxies. But first… we name him, and I claim my reward."
The palace doors exploded open.
A young man in golden robes strode in, followed by twenty guards—arrogant face twisted in sneer.
Crown Prince Zhao Tian, son of the current emperor's favored consort, Golden Core peak, backed by three Immortal King elders.
He had sensed the tribulation and come to "investigate."
His eyes locked on Su Mei's wrecked, leaking body—tits still spraying milk, pussy gaping and dripping, belly deflating slowly.
Lust and greed flashed.
"Empress Dowager… you birthed a bastard with some trash ninth prince? Hand over the child and the woman. I'll raise him properly… after I break her in."
The guards laughed.
Long Chen stood slowly, naked, sixty-inch dragon hanging heavy and veined between his legs like a heavenly punishment.
He didn't speak.
He simply walked forward and slapped Zhao Tian across the face.
Not a cultivation slap.
A pure, physical backhand that sent the Crown Prince flying through three palace walls, teeth scattering like spirit stones.
The three Immortal King elders froze.
Long Chen's new Dragon Emperor Authority leaked—just a whisper.
The elders dropped to their knees, foreheads to the floor.
Zhao Tian crawled back in, face swollen purple, blood dripping.
"Y-you… dare…?"
Long Chen grabbed him by the throat, lifted him one-handed.
"Your mother," he said calmly, "the current empress consort—tell her the true emperor has awakened. I'll be visiting soon… to collect what's mine."
He tossed Zhao Tian out like trash.
The guards fled.
Su Mei watched from the bed, milk still leaking, pussy clenching at the display of dominance.
"Little Ninth… you'll steal his mother too?"
Long Chen returned, dragon already hardening again.
"Every young master who disrespects me loses his woman to my worship. Starting with Empress Consort Li Wan'er—38,000 years old, legendary Nine Yin Phoenix Body, tits bigger than yours were before pregnancy… and a pussy that hasn't been touched in ten thousand years."
He knelt, kissed Su Mei's still-gaping entrance.
"But first… nine years recovering your body with nothing but my tongue."
The empire trembled again—this time in fear.
Word spread: the ninth prince had returned, slapped the crown prince into oblivion, and declared open season on every arrogant young master's milf.
The face-slapping era had begun.