Read until nightfall.

You lose yourself in the labyrinth of ancient texts, each scroll more captivating than the last. Time slips away unnoticed, and the library, once bathed in dim light, plunges into darkness, save for the faint, otherworldly glow of the spirit wards above.

“What time is it…?”

With a stiff stretch, you push open the heavy doors, stepping into the cold night air. The moon hangs high, casting a silver glow over the sect grounds.

Nightfall.

A chill runs down your spine as you recall Senior Sister Lu Qingyi’s warning from your first day:

“Do not wander at night. There are more dangers here than a mortal like you can comprehend.”

Your grip tightens on your robe, unease gnawing at your gut. The sect feels different at night. The bamboo groves murmur in unknown tongues, and the shadows stretch like specters.

You need to get back to your hut. Now.

You quicken your pace, weaving between moonlit stones and gnarled trees, ignoring the prickling sensation crawling up your spine.

Then—footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate.

Not the casual stride of a disciple. Something heavier. Something with predatory intent.

You glance over your shoulder, heart pounding.

Nothing.

Only mist, swirling thick at your feet.

You move faster.

The footsteps follow.

Quickening.

Faster.

Until you’re running, robes snapping around your legs.

High-pitched, mocking laughter echoes through the mist. The sound coming from all around you.

Then—

Bang!

You crash into something solid, falling to the damp earth. Before you can rise, sharp laughter rings in your ears.

Two voices. Familiar. Amused.

You look up, meeting the towering figures of Li Huanglan and Li Huanglin, the infamous Fifth and Sixth Disciples. One in orange, the other in yellow.

Twins.

Li Huanglan’s mischievous glint mirrors her crooked grin. Li Huanglin’s snickering promises trouble.

“Well, well,” Li Huanglan says. “A lost mortal out past curfew?”

Li Huanglin crosses her arms smugly. “Did you forget the rules, little guy? Or do they not apply to you since you’re married to our youngest?”

You scramble to your feet, heart hammering.

“I—I didn’t—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” You say, words caught in your throat.

Li Huanglan leans in, her face dangerously close, eyes gleaming with unsettling intensity. “This won’t do at all. We can’t have a mortal running around doing as he pleases in our sect, can we, Linlin?”

“No, we can’t, Lanlan,” Li Huanglin says. “What would that say about the prestige of our sect? Rules must be upheld.”

They bend closer, their proximity suffocating. Li Huanglan’s presence looms on one side, Li Huanglin on the other. The air thickens, oppressive.

“He deserves to be punished, don’t you think, Linlin?” Li Huanglan’s words send a shiver down your spine.

“Right you are, Lanlan!” Li Huanglin grins widely, her teeth sharp and predatory.

“I—I didn’t—I’m sorry,” you stutter, but the pressure of their eyes steals your breath.

Li Huanglan tilts her head, her grin widening as she inhales deeply.

“Oh, I can practically smell the fear on this little guy, Linlin. He smells... delicious.”

Without warning, she leans in and licks your right ear, her tongue flicking against your skin. You freeze, your body reacting against your will, and a shiver runs through you.

“Right you are again, Lanlan!” Li Huanglin’s voice drops lower, her lips brushing your left ear. Her teeth graze your earlobe, and you can feel her breath, hot and deliberate, making your skin crawl.

The world feels like it is closing in around you, the teasing whispers and sharp touches a maddening combination. You can’t move, barely breathe, caught between terror and the twin’s beastly physiques.

The twins, with wicked precision, penetrate their tongues into both ears at once. You scream, feeling their hot, slippery muscles stirring your ear canals.

“S-Senior Sisters, please—!” you beg, but they don’t respond. Their eyes gleam with hunger, golden like wild beasts’.

Sharp nails trail across your skin. A cold shiver crawls down your spine.

“He’s so delicious!” Li Huanglan says. “I can’t hold myself back anymore!”

“Me neither, Lanlan! Me neither!”

In a blur of speed and strength, Li Huanglin snatches you off your feet, pinning you tightly against her firm, muscular body.

Li Huanglan steps forward, her slick tongue trailing a line of sticky saliva from your ear down to your jaw, your neck, and across your collarbones.

The raw hunger in her eyes leaves no room for doubt—she means to devour you.

You are caught between two ravenous predators.

“Let me go! Please, let me go!” you kick and scream, but your struggle is nothing against their overwhelming size and strength. You are like a child in the arms of two giants.

“That’s it, Mortal. Struggle. Beg. Cry! Give me a good time,” Li Huanglin says, leaning down to graze your cheek with her sharp teeth. A low, rumbling growl builds in her throat, vibrating against your skin.

Tears well up in your eyes. Just hours ago, it felt like your fortunes were finally shifting, but now, your hopes and dreams are crumbling, caught in the grip of these two.

Then as you struggle, you feel something rising to meet your legs. It rises from beneath Li Huanglin’s yellow robe, moving upward, stiff and potent, brushing your knees, your inner thighs.

Then before you, you see the same object rising beneath Li Huanglan’s robe, from between her legs.

Your eyes widen in shock, your mouth falling open.

Even through the heavy fabric of their robes, the objects are clearly hard, throbbing with a life of their own—unmistakably phallic. They are things that simply should not be protruding from a woman’s body!

Then, the memories come rushing back like a wave. The first time you saw Master Song Baiyun’s imposing form, the strange and impossible bulge beneath her robes. That same unnatural prominence is present on every female cultivator in the Red Bamboo Sect.

For months, you pushed the disturbing sight away, burying the unsettling anomaly deep in the recesses of your mind. But now, faced with the undeniable truth, the reality is inescapable. You see it clearly, and it is irrefutable.

These towering, female cultivators possess massive phalluses!