The Celestial Phoenix Has Too Much Lust-Chapter 31: The Manual Labor of Lust

Morse’s eyes were fixed, wide with horror, on the capsule lodged inside the statue’s mouth. His eyeballs looked as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. He tried to stay calm, pulling up his trousers as he scrambled toward the towering monument.

The statue was immense, a daunting height to climb. Ni Ni Layan, still devoid of her undergarments and overflowing with primal lust, watched this absurd spectacle unfold. The scene before her only fueled her madness and fury.

Vwoosh!

Her arms transformed into majestic blue wings. She soared high into the air, looking down at Morse, who was desperately trying to climb the statue without damaging it. But she was done waiting; her aura began to flare out of control.

Morse looked up and felt his heart stop. Her power was sweeping across the hall, chaotic and scorching. If she harmed the statue—or worse, the capsule—it would be the end of him in every sense.

"No! Wait! Don’t go near the statue! Please, NO!"

Ni Ni Layan hovered directly above him, heat radiating from her body in waves. The problem was that Morse couldn’t concentrate; she was floating right over him, and the view from below was... revealing. He felt a mix of intense embarrassment and heat, though he felt no "reaction" for obvious reasons.

He was currently "disarmed."

Ni Ni Layan thrust her hand into the ancestor’s mouth, trying to yank out Morse’s "rocket." But there was a problem.

"Damn it... do you want to keep the whole thing for yourself?!" she hissed at the statue.

The capsule was jammed in tightly, as if the grandfather was stubbornly protecting his grandson’s virginity—or perhaps, he had simply taken a liking to it.

What a perverted ancestor... Morse thought bitterly.

Creeeak... crack...

The stone of the statue began to hairline-fracture under the sheer pressure of Ni Ni Layan’s strength. It wouldn’t budge.

"No... no! If it explodes, I’ll lose it forever! Please, stop!" Morse screamed.

Ni Ni Layan didn’t want to believe Morse anymore after being subjected to such a humiliating prank. She preferred to take matters into her own hands from now on. However, she could see that extracting the capsule by force was becoming risky.

"Please, come down!" Morse pleaded. "I promise... I’ll do whatever you want. Anything! Just let me handle this myself!"

Ni Ni Layan finally began to settle. She didn’t fully grasp the technical consequences of shattering the capsule, but she didn’t want to risk him losing his member forever. If that happened, he would be useless to her as a man, and she would be forced to satisfy her "Too Much Lust" alone.

Ni Ni Layan descended, casting a look of utter disdain toward Morse, who was forcing a terrified smile to keep her from snapping and ruining everything.

"Calm down, don’t worry... give me just five minutes and everything will be fine. Just wait..." Morse pleaded.

He just needed to reattach it, and his "rocket" would be back where it belonged. Although the sensation would be bizarre, it was far better than letting Ni Ni Layan handle the extraction herself. But more importantly, those five minutes were his shield.

"What? Five minutes?" she hissed. "That is never going to happen."

She snatched Morse up by his armpits and soared upward, reaching the statue’s head in a flash.

"If you don’t finish this instantly, don’t expect me to spare your dear grandfather’s statue!"

Morse felt like breaking down in tears. Here he was, standing on the shoulders of one of his great ancestors, being threatened by a lust-crazed Phoenix. Could life get any more pathetic?

Ni Ni Layan was sharp; she understood perfectly that Morse was trying to waste time.

He was praying for those three minutes of "functionality" to expire so he could return to his safe, impotent state. But she vowed in her heart to avenge this humiliation, even if there were only thirty seconds—or even ten—remaining on the clock.

She would drag every bit of pleasure out of him before time ran out.

Morse reached in, but he felt a hand shove his own deeper—Ni Ni Layan was behind him, her eyes flashing with a silent, deadly threat. He quickly clung to the statue, trying to pry the capsule out gently while praying to every god he knew that it hadn’t been scratched.

Pull... pull...

He tugged with all his might. It started to move smoothly; it was coming out much faster than he anticipated. This was a problem—there was still a whole minute left on the clock! But suddenly, the capsule got snagged again, wedged tightly between the statue’s stone teeth.

There was no other way. He had to reattach his "rocket" while it was still inside his ancestor’s mouth.

According to the device’s manual, the only way to reattach the member was to align the empty groin area perfectly with the capsule and press the release button. Morse lowered his trousers just enough to expose the completely vacant spot. He scrambled, clinging to the statue’s head, desperately trying to align his waist with his ancestor’s mouth to lock it back in place.

As he was thrusting and rotating his hips to find the right angle...

Suddenly, the massive doors of the Ancestral Hall swung open.

Fifty of the most high-ranking members of the Xuan family marched in, only to witness their new Patriarch in a compromising position with the sacred statue. From their perspective, he was suspended there, gyrating his lower body against the statue’s face in a rhythmic, circular motion as if... he were inserting something.

"Lord Patriarch... forgive our intrusion, but... what in the world are you doing?"

Morse froze. He was in the ultimate state of humiliation, his mind racing for an excuse. Was he currently "violating" history orally?

"This... I am... I am receiving a blessing from the ancestors!"

Morse clung to the statue with desperate strength, his mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. Suddenly, he felt it—the angles had finally aligned perfectly.

Where the hell is Ni Ni Layan?!

"Ni Ni Layan... press the red button! Please!" he hissed under his breath.

Suddenly, he felt a phantom hand reach out, a finger pressing firmly against the button. A wave of immense relief washed over him. His "assets" were back in their rightful place. Please tell me no one noticed anything... just please, he prayed.

To his surprise, his trousers were pulled back up as well. How generous, he thought. Ni Ni Layan had remained hidden; she was well aware that as a high-ranking cultivator caught without her lower garments in front of the Elders and the Secret Units, the scandal would be catastrophic. So, she played her part from the shadows.

A moment later, Morse leaped down from the statue, landing gracefully on the floor. Without a hint of shame, he gestured toward his ancestor’s monument.

"The eternal spirits of these immortals are our primary sanctuary! We must cherish them... and receive their blessings."

The fifty Elders stared at their new Patriarch, a collective feeling washing over them that the Xuan family was likely entering its final, declining days.

"Let us return to the matter at hand," Morse continued, pivoting instantly. "The clan depends on us now. No, no, no... the death of the previous Patriarch shall not affect a single thing! We begin with the commercial front. We settle our trade disputes first."

The Elder in charge of accounts stepped forward, bowing stiffly. "Lord Patriarch... the Hoshin family has outbid us for the Blessed Land in North Antong at the auction. Our business in that region will suffer greatly. I suggest purchasing the adjacent land to ensure our agricultural projects are not compromised."

Morse gestured "no," dismissing the Elder’s suggestion. He understood the Elder’s logic—he wanted to mitigate losses—but that was the thinking of an era before Morse Xuan, a time ruled by a stagnant Patriarch.

"That region has an arid climate," Morse stated firmly. "Even if the lands are ’blessed,’ we would only be fighting over scraps. We cannot withstand that level of competition. Instead of recovering our losses, we would become mere mosquitoes, wasting our efforts for nothing."

The Elders exchanged glances, intrigued. "Then what do you propose, my Lord?"

"We will not squander our strength. Let us penetrate a new market in a different region altogether. While Anyang is a wealthy city, we can diversify our efforts across multiple markets and territories. We will have no rivals and will seize the lion’s share. Let them obsess over their Anyang market while we gather gold from everywhere else."

The Elders were won over by his vision. The Secret Unit vanished back into the shadows as Morse began to assert his absolute authority. The meeting lasted no more than two hours, ending with Morse’s final decree:

"Under my reign, each of you will have a personal Deputy, appointed by me, to facilitate our communication."

In reality, these "Deputies" were nothing more than Morse’s surveillance cameras planted among the Elders. Through them, he would bypass their influence and enforce his laws directly.

One might ask: why? The answer was simple—the hierarchical structure of power. How could Morse guarantee that the lowliest worker, who didn’t even know his identity, would obey his commands? He was building a new power structure within the old one, ensuring he controlled everything, not just the Elders.

By late afternoon, the two managed to slip out of the Xuan family estate.

Morse had drugged the guards once again, but this time, he was subjected to a brutal beating by the tyrannical Ni Ni Layan. She cast him a murderous glare, dragging him through the air as she soared toward a local inn.

They burst into their room, and Ni Ni Layan threw him onto the bed with a predatory smile.

"What do you think about waiting until it... wakes up again?" she teased.

But two hours later, the scene was far from traditional. Morse sat there, holding a prosthetic member in his hand, inserting and withdrawing it as Ni Ni Layan let out stifled moans. She couldn’t endure her insatiable lust or wait for his "natural" cooldown to end.

Left with no choice, Morse had dipped into the System to purchase a high-end prosthetic, along with a collection of adult toys and vibrators.

Damn it... why do I feel like my manhood is shattering into a million pieces? Morse thought, trying to provide himself with some desperate psychological support. He kept reminding himself that he wasn’t actually impotent—it was just a "temporary tactical setback."

He watched, dazed, as the lust-driven Ni Ni Layan begged him to stand behind her, demanding he mimic the motions as if they were truly engaged in the act...

[ Notification! First Intimate Position between the Hosts. Reward: 10,000 Points. ]

[ Note: Every 15 minutes spent in this position: 100 Dual Cultivation Points. ]