I Reincarnated As A Dual Cultivator In Murim Apocalypse

Lin Xue clamped her thighs around her mother's head. The old scar above the hip pulled tight every time Nie Kang pushed in. He kept her knees forced wide. His c**k filled her completely. Above them the girl's hips rolled on their own. The sounds didn't stop. "Ah… ah… Mom… right there… don't stop…" Her mother gripped Lin Xue's ass and pulled her down harder. Nie Kang kept the same steady pace. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in until their hips met. Wet sounds mixed with the girl's grinding. Juices ran down over his balls and soaked into the sheets. Lin Xue's voice climbed higher. Her mother gasped against her. "Harder. f**k me harder until I can't think. Ah… yes… there…" Nie Kang shifted his angle. The mother's toes dug into the mattress. He gave her what she asked for. Lin Xue looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark with need. "Come inside me after. I want it more than she does…" "I finish in your mother first." His hips didn't slow. "She gets this one. You get the next." He thrust harder. The mother's walls clamped down in waves. Fluid sprayed out around his c**k. She bucked under him, words breaking into sharp, embarrassed cries. "I can't believe she's watching me like this…" Lin Xue stared down between her legs. "Mom… you look so good when you lose it." The mother tried to answer. A deeper moan cut it off as Nie Kang pushed her through the peak. Pressure built low in his gut. His balls tightened. He pulled out. Her cunt stayed open for a second, then he let her legs fall. She looked up at him, breathing hard, knees still spread. "Why stop… I was so close…" "Because your daughter asked for her turn." He stepped closer to the bed, hand wrapped around his c**k, stroking slow. "Both of you. On your knees. I want your faces." They moved without arguing. The mother left the bed first. Lin Xue dropped beside her. They knelt together, chins up, mouths open, tongues out. Nie Kang stood over them. His hand sped up. Their scent filled his nose. The constant pressure that had lived in his chest for years finally loosened. This sight always did it. Mother and daughter side by side, waiting for him. The first thick spurt crossed the mother's eyebrow and ran down her cheek. The next landed on Lin Xue's tongue. More followed, striping both their faces. Some dripped onto their breasts. They stayed still, heads tilted back, taking it. Keys rattled in the hallway. The bedroom door opened. The husband stood there in his blue work shirt, keyring still spinning on one finger. Color drained from his face, then flooded back dark red. He took in everything — his wife and daughter on their knees, c*m on their skin, the man still holding his c**k. His voice came out raw. "You two f*****g whores." Lin Xue scrambled behind the bed. The mother wiped at her eyes with one arm. Nie Kang's c**k went soft in the open. Nowhere to hide. The husband's voice scraped lower. "My daughter too? You brought this into my house and let him ruin my little girl? And you." He pointed at his wife. "You sold me that bodyguard story. I paid him. Fed him. Let him sleep under my roof while he was f*****g both of you for months." His hand went behind his back. The pistol came out. The safety clicked once. Nie Kang's stomach clenched. Sweat ran down his spine. "I never meant for it to go this far. I can leave the city tonight…" The husband let out a short, ugly laugh. "Never meant it? She told me the parking-lot hero story and I bought every word. Covered your pay. Let you stay here. This is why you wanted the job, isn't it?" The gun came up. The mother lunged from her knees. "No. Put it down. It's not only his fault—" Lin Xue reached toward him. "Dad, please. We can explain. Just lower it—" He ignored them both. The barrel locked on Nie Kang's chest. "I'll deal with you two later. This parasite dies first." The gunshot cracked through the room. The force threw Nie Kang back a step. The hole opened below his sternum. Blood came in heavy pulses. His legs gave out. One knee hit the mattress edge, the other the floor. He slid down until his shoulders rested against the bed frame. The mother dropped beside him, both hands pressing the wound. Blood still forced its way out between her fingers. She screamed at her husband. "People will hear. You can't cover this up—" His voice stayed flat. "I own the officers in this district. Stay quiet or I bury all three of us." Lin Xue crawled the last distance. Tears cut through the c*m on her face and landed on his forehead. Numbness took his legs first. The ceiling light stretched into long white trails. Voices turned into a low buzz. So many before these two. The widow who left rice porridge at his door every morning for a month. The university girl who lied for him to her roommates. The married bank teller who risked her job for afternoon meetings. They all opened their doors. Cooked for him. Cried when his bag zipped shut. He gave them his c**k and his time. Took their beds and their food. He never stayed past the third month. Another warm place always waited in the next city. Tonight changed nothing. He would have packed by noon tomorrow. Changed his number. Found the next willing wife or daughter. The pattern was already in his bones. If another life opened after this one, he would take twice as many. Use them twice as hard. Break twice as many homes. The thought stayed clear even as everything else faded. No shame. Only certainty. His mouth curved into a small smile. Then the darkness took him.