My world to Free-use

**Chapter 239**

I enacted every position I could think of through the night. Doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, standing doggy, prone bone, sideways, deep drilling, and many more besides.

I did it in every way it could reasonably be done. At one point I deliberately refused to confirm the pregnancy notifications and instead made the girls suck the cum out of each other.

Martha won that contest.

Then I made them suck my cock all at once—Rayla taking the head from above while the other two worked the sides. Martha, true to form, did something extra on her own, finding my balls and licking the sensitive underside in a way neither her sister nor her mother could match, once again claiming the belt of victory.

I moved freely between holes. Anal, mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth, then to ass, then back to mouth again.

Everything that could be imagined with three gorgeous women in a single night, I did.

Of course, none of the truly sick extremes. I had no interest in those, even if the other side would not have objected.

By the time the first pale light of dawn began to creep through the windows, the three of them were exhausted beyond sense. Even I was completely worn out, and that was saying something. Not once had I held back an orgasm or tried to prolong it.

I came the moment the urge hit, wherever it happened to be—whether in their mouths, across their bodies, down their stomachs, deep in their pussies, or in their asses.

And yet, even now, with the night officially over, they still had not stopped.

I sat on the edge of the bed, reviewing the night’s results while three warm mouths continued their work between my legs.

“Slurp… glug… glug…”

Rayla had the head of my cock buried deep in her throat, her soft lips stretched wide around the base. Every few seconds she pulled back just enough to breathe, then sank down again with a wet, filthy sound.

“Mmm… still so thick… even after all that…” she murmured when she came up for air, voice hoarse and thick with spit. “Husband’s dick never softens…”

Sandra was on one side, licking long, slow stripes along the shaft whenever Rayla rose, her tongue dragging through the mixture of saliva and leftover cum. “Mother’s taking it so deep again… look how her throat bulges…”

“Glug… glug… gllrk…”

Martha, always the talented one, had claimed the underside and my balls. She sucked one into her small mouth, tongue swirling, then released it with a wet pop before licking lower. “Brother tastes like all of us… like Mother’s ass and Sandra’s pussy mixed… it’s so good…”

“Slurp… mmmph…”

Rayla sank down again, taking me to the root. Her nose pressed against my stomach. I felt her throat ripple and squeeze around the head as she swallowed instinctively.

The results of the whole night were remarkable. Not only had I gotten all of them pregnant, but their powers had also been greatly enhanced.

Sandra and Martha did not receive any special upgrades such as blessings or bloodline abilities, but they did increase their cultivation ranks by a significant margin.

“Gllk… gllk… hah…” Rayla pulled off with a thick string of spit connecting her lips to my cock.

Sandra immediately took her place, opening wide and forcing herself down until her lips met the base. Her throat was tighter than Rayla’s, less practiced at this depth, but she pushed through the gag reflex with determination.

“Glug… glurk… mmph…”

“That’s it, Sister,” Martha whispered, still licking my balls while watching Sandra struggle. “Take Brother’s dick deeper… show Mother you can do it too…”

Sandra’s eyes watered. She held herself there for several long seconds before pulling back with a wet gasp, spit dripping down her chin and onto her breasts.

“Haa… haa… It’s so deep… I can still feel it in my throat…”

Martha wasted no time. She climbed higher, straddled one of my thighs, and sank her small mouth down onto my cock with the same terrifying enthusiasm she always showed. Where the other two had to work for depth, Martha seemed to simply open and accept.

“Glug… glug… gllrk… mmm…”

She bobbed quickly, throat making continuous wet sounds, one hand stroking whatever she couldn’t fit while the other cupped my balls.

Sandra was now a full four-star aura master, already in the middle stage of solidifying her core. A few more weeks and she would begin preparing for the fifth star.

Martha’s progress was not far behind. She stood at the beginning stages of four-star, her aura core completely stable.

Both of them would require only a few months at most to reach the fifth star of aura mastery. That was the kind of progress reserved for the truly blessed—Grade 3 talent, in other words.

“Mmm… Brother’s cock is twitching… is he going to fill my throat again?” Martha asked between wet strokes, looking up with glassy eyes. “I want it… I want Husband’s cum in my stomach again…”

Damn. She really was a fast learner.

Rayla stroked Sandra’s hair while watching their youngest work. “Let her have this one, Sandra. She’s been the greediest all night.”

“I don’t mind,” Sandra replied softly, leaning in to lick the shaft whenever Martha rose. “As long as we all get a taste…”

I let them work on it while I continued checking the system. Their progress was amazing, sure, but neither of them came close to Rayla’s advancement.

[Repeated discharge and assimilation of the user’s essence has been detected in Rayla ???]

[High purity essence has enhanced the potential structure of the recipient]

[Error]

[Error analyzed]

[The recipient is already at maximum latent potential]

[Further potential refinement is not possible]

[Redirecting effects]

[Partial seal suppression detected on target]

[The user’s essence has weakened the unknown seal placed on the recipient’s body]

[Seal integrity reduced by 5.1%]

[All stats +5.1%]

[Warning: The seal is highly complex]

[Origin analyzed]

[Please refer to the glossary for further details]

At a glance, a 5.1% increase in her stats did not seem like much. I agreed. Even the previous 4.7% increase had looked modest on paper.

But it was not her stats that had been suppressed. It was Rayla’s potential. Potential and raw stats were completely different matters.

Stats could be raised one way or another, but potential decided whether those stats increased by a hundred… or by a mere one or ten.

In other words, Rayla’s growth rate would no longer be as painfully slow as before.

“Slurp… glug… glug…”

Martha was still going, throat working steadily around me. Rayla and Sandra had moved lower, licking and kissing along the base and my balls, occasionally sharing a thick strand of spit between their tongues.

“Rayla’s seal is weakening,” I muttered, more to myself than to them, though they could hear every word. “Because of how many times I filled her ass last night…”

Rayla looked up, lips shiny. “Did you like filling my ass, Husband? I don’t mind how many times you use that hole, even if it is a little strange.”

Sandra nodded against my thigh. “We’ll help. We can hold Mother open for you whenever you want.”

Martha pulled off just long enough to speak, voice wrecked and wet. “I want to watch Brother’s cock disappear into Mother’s ass again… and then clean it with my mouth after…”

She sank back down immediately, taking me deep once more.

Fuck. Was I really the one doing the teaching here?

“Gllrk… gllrk… mmmph…”

It had taken fifteen times this round, which meant a total of twenty instances of anal.

Five times before, then fifteen more. A three-fold increase in the requirement. By that logic, would the next stage demand forty-five times?

Even if I enjoyed anal, that was not an optimal long-term method. Suppose I managed five times every day—it would still take nine days to reach the next seal-unlock stage. And that was only a hypothesis. There was no guarantee the seal would weaken the next time completely. What if the requirement jumped to one hundred and thirty-five next?

It didn’t sound sustainable.

The good news was that the system remained fair across the board. It had also taken twenty total instances of anal with my sisters to raise their potential by a meaningful margin. The first increment had occurred at five, and then again after fifteen more, for a total of twenty.

Which meant the system was not specifically making things harder for Rayla. Still, relying on this method to raise someone’s potential was far from ideal. At that rate, my life would become nothing but anal. The potential increases would eventually reach a ceiling, but I had no idea where that ceiling might be.

“Haa…”

I exhaled slowly as Martha’s throat fluttered around me again. Rayla and Sandra were both licking the shaft now, their tongues occasionally meeting beneath Martha’s stretched lips.

“Did you not sleep last night?”

The voice came from the doorway.

I looked up.

Elara stood there, Valeria a half-step behind her.

“No, my lady. I was… busy helping my family,” I replied, making no move to push the three women away from my cock.

While standing in the presence of a higher noble was customary, Elara had occasionally visited me in my time of recovery that she had pardoned my family from greeting her every time.

Rayla pulled off just enough to speak, still stroking me with one hand. “We were taking care of Jack, my lady.”

Sandra licked a thick strand of spit from the side of the shaft. “Jack needed us, my lady.”

Martha simply went back down, the wet sounds of her throat filling the brief silence.

“Glug… glug… gllrk…”

Elara’s expression did not change.

“I see. Spending time with family is good. You might not get to see them for a long time after all.”

And that was the true reason for the earlier sigh. Not because of the number of times I would have to take them anally—something I would still enjoy every single time.

No. It was because of this. This bad feeling at the back of my neck.

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