Day one of the tournament dawned with clashes in the outer arenas, dust clouds rising from clashes of steel and spell. Zhang Wu's bracket pitted Hehuan against minor sects first, a warmup to gauge foes. His team fought in tandem, the Flame Lotus Formation weaving fire qi into barriers and blasts, but Zhang Wu's solo bout drew the crowd.
Opponent: A burly male from Iron Fist Sect, but the system's focus was on the sidelines—MILF spectators, desires spiking from his aura. Victory came swift: a qi-infused kick shattering the man's guard, followed by a palm strike to yield.
[Victory Bonus: 100 Points. Layer 6 (650/1500). Spectator Scan: 3 High-Value Targets.]
Post-match, in the recovery tents, a healer from a neutral sect approached—Matron Yue, fifty-two, with silver-streaked hair, sagging but massive breasts from nursing eras past, and a belly soft from wisdom's weight. 'Let me mend your strains,' she offered, hands glowing with healing arts, but eyes on his crotch.
Desire at 75%, she led him to a partitioned alcove. Robes parted, her body unfolded: stretch-marked thighs, a bushy pussy leaking anticipation. She pushed him onto a cot, climbing aboard, guiding his cock into her warmth. 'Stir my stagnant qi,' she begged, riding slow, breasts slapping his face. He latched on, sucking hard, teeth nipping as she ground down, walls loose but eager, clenching with effort.
He flipped her, doggy-style, ass high, pounding deep, balls smacking her clit. Yue came quickly, body quaking, juices puddling. But two more entered—fellow healers, mid-forties twins, Mira and Sora, identical in their pear shapes, asses wide, pussies shaved smooth.
[Group Heal: Desire 85%. Multiplier x1.5.]
Mira took his mouth, sitting on his face, her folds smothering as he tongued her depths. Sora knelt, licking where he thrust into Yue, then sucking his shaft on pullouts. The tent filled with wet sounds: slurps, slaps, gasps. Zhang Wu switched, railing Mira bent over the cot, her ass rippling with each impact, hand fisting her hair. Sora straddled Yue's face, the matron eating her out while fingering herself.
Climaxes overlapped—Mira squirted from the pounding, pussy gushing; he pulled out to cum on her back, the twins lapping it up before sharing a kiss with him. Sora's turn: on her back, legs spread eagle, he drilled her, cock curving to hit her spots, while Mira and Yue sucked her toes and tits. Sora arched, orgasming hard, and he filled her, overflow dripping for Yue to clean with her tongue.
Exhausted but invigorated, the healers pledged aid—potions for the poison plot.
[Heal Reward: 300 Points. Layer 6 (950/1500). Boon: Recovery Aura - Faster Post-Battle Regen.]
Evening brought team rounds. Against Jade Lotus scouts, the formation shone: Huo blasting, Lian dodging, Rui tanking, Fen directing, Zhang Wu at core, channeling lust-fueled qi. Victory secured, but Elder Hua's intel proved true—a vial of toxin hidden in the main arena.
Night fell with celebrations. Lan Yu pulled him aside in her pavilion, rewarding diligence. She stripped, body oiled, bending to suck him deep, throat bulging. Then, ass up, he took her rear, thrusting savagely, her moans muffled in pillows. She came anally, ring pulsing, and he unloaded inside, sealing the night.
[Loyalty Boost: 200 Points. Layer 6 (1,150/1500).]
The finals approached, shadows deepening.