Magistrate Chen sat behind his elevated marble bench, staring at the empty defense table with the dead, hollow eyes of a man whose soul had left his body weeks ago.
The Grand Magistrate's Court of Heavenly Peak City was usually a place of lively debate, dramatic spell-casting, and the occasional sword fight. Today, it was just sad.
"Let the record show," Magistrate Chen droned, resting his chin heavily on his palm, "that it is ten minutes past the hour. Case number 412. Young Master Jin versus... Old Man Sun, the cabbage merchant. Property damage and emotional distress. Is the defense present?"
Silence echoed through the massive hall.
At the plaintiff's table, I stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of my cheap grey tunic. I puffed out my chest, radiating the absolute, terrifying confidence of an Earth-realm lawyer who knew his opponent was currently breathing through a green tube.
"Your Honor!" I declared, pointing dramatically at the empty wooden chair across the aisle. "The defense is not present! In fact, the defendant has shown a blatant, disrespectful disregard for the Heavenly legal system! He has completely blown off this court date!"
Magistrate Chen sighed, rubbing his plum-colored eyebags. "Where is he, Litigation Master He? Is he fleeing the jurisdiction?"
Lo Yu stood up slowly, leaning on his walking stick. He casually adjusted his eyepatch. "We visited him yesterday, Your Honor. He is currently lying down on the job. He showed absolutely zero initiative to defend himself. He just lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely unbothered by the property damage he caused to my client's customized Spirit Chariot."
Young Master Jin, sitting between us in his emerald-green silk robes, nodded furiously. "It's true! The peasant didn't even apologize for bleeding on my pearl inlay!"
Magistrate Chen looked at us. He looked at the goat, which was currently sitting under our table, aggressively chewing on the court stenographer's spare inkpad. Black ink was leaking out of the corners of the goat's mouth like demonic venom.
"Did you serve him the subpoena?" Chen asked tiredly.
"Personally!" I grinned, practically jogging up to the bench to slam the glowing legal scroll down. I pointed to the bottom of the page. "As you can see, we secured his thumbprint! He offered no verbal resistance! He accepted the paperwork in absolute silence!"
I strategically left out the part where I had to slather a comatose man's plastered thumb in red ink and jam it onto the parchment.
Chen glanced at the red smudge on the scroll. He didn't ask questions. He didn't order a bailiff to investigate. He was a bureaucrat, and the paperwork was technically filed.
"The defendant has failed to appear," Magistrate Chen announced, picking up his gavel. "Under the Heavenly Code, this constitutes an immediate forfeiture of the dispute. I hereby rule a Default Judgment in favor of the plaintiff."
"Justice!" Young Master Jin cheered, throwing his hands in the air.
"The defendant, Old Man Sun, is ordered to pay for the complete restoration of the Spirit Chariot, plus damages for the ruined cabbages in the exhaust array," Chen continued monotonously. Bang! "Court is adjourned. Take your goat and get out of my sight."
I pumped my fist. We had just successfully bankrupted a paralyzed man who was currently in a full-body cast. It was the most morally bankrupt, financially lucrative victory in the history of the Lo & He Law Firm.
Outside the courthouse, Young Master Jin was practically weeping with joy. He shoved a massive, heavy pouch of mid-grade spirit stones directly into Lo Yu's waiting hands.
"You are geniuses!" Jin cried, completely oblivious to the ethical atrocity that had just occurred. "The Lo & He firm is peerless! I will recommend you to all my friends!"
He sprinted away to go polish his chariot.
I looked at Lo Yu. Lo Yu looked at me. We were flush with cash.
"Boss," I grinned, tossing a mid-grade stone into the air and catching it. "We just legally robbed a vegetable. I think we deserve a company retreat."
Lo Yu's single visible eye gleamed with degenerate wisdom. "Indeed, Junior Associate. Your Dantian has been through severe trauma in the Capital. Your leaky bucket requires maintenance. To the Glass Lotus."
The Glass Lotus was tucked away in the deeper, more discreet alleys of the red-light district. It didn't have the obnoxious neon signs of the Avenue of Ten Thousand Delights. It was high-end, exclusive, and radiated a soft, pulsing jade light.
The burly guard at the door recognized Lo Yu's token and waved us through.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the heavy, fermented tang of premium human musk. I wasn't the terrified, flustered rookie I was the first time I visited this place. I was a legal shark with a pocket full of stones.
We were escorted into the private viewing chamber. I slid into my soundproof, cushioned booth facing the central glass enclosure.
"Remember, boy," Lo Yu's raspy voice crackled through the private transmission talisman in my ear. "Pacing is everything. Do not embarrass the firm with another premature tribulation."
"Relax, Boss," I whispered back, leaning back in the plush chair and crossing my legs. "I'm a veteran now. I have absolute control over my Adamantine Pillar."
The central room lit up with a soft chime.
The private viewing booth at the Glass Lotus was everything a freshly-rich pervert could dream of. Soundproof jade walls, a deep cushioned recliner that smelled faintly of previous customers' desperation, and a one-way crystal screen the size of a small stage.
I dropped five stones in at once. The black crystal screen lit up with a soft pink glow, revealing the glass enclosure on the other side. Two women were already waiting under the soft spotlights.
The first was the curvy specialist who'd remembered me from my broke-ass days — wide hips, heavy tits straining against a sheer black slip, that same knowing smirk on her red lips. The second was new: a lithe, athletic Jade Water Sect dropout with sharp cheekbones, long black hair tied in a messy ponytail, and a body built for sword-dancing turned very, very bad. She wore nothing but a tiny white thong that was already soaked through at the crotch.
"Welcome back, handsome," the curvy one purred, her voice crystal-clear through the booth's speaker. She stepped right up to the glass, pressing her palms flat against it. "Heard you won big in the Capital. Figured you deserved the full show tonight. No toys. No audience participation. Just us… getting sloppy for you."
The lithe one slid in behind her, wrapping her arms around the curvy specialist's waist. "And we're feeling extra generous," she whispered, voice husky. "Watch closely, Junior Associate. We're going to make a mess."
They didn't waste time.
The curvy one turned, grabbed the lithe girl by the ponytail, and yanked her into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues met instantly — loud, wet, and obscene. Thick strings of saliva stretched between their lips the second they pulled back an inch. The lithe girl moaned into it, pushing her tongue deeper, swirling, sucking. Spit bubbled at the corners of their mouths and dripped in long, glistening ropes down their chins.
"Fuck… look at that," I breathed, already shoving my trousers down. My cock sprang free, half-hard and twitching.
The curvy specialist broke the kiss with a wet schlop, a thick strand of mixed saliva still connecting their tongues. She let it stretch… stretch… then snapped it with her tongue and let the drool splatter across the lithe girl's tits. The lithe one laughed, low and filthy, and immediately dove back in, licking the spit right off her own chest before shoving her tongue back into the curvy one's mouth.
They made out like they were trying to drown each other. Loud, sloppy, spit-swapping sounds filled my booth. Their chins were already shiny. Thick globs of saliva ran down their necks and onto their heaving chests. The lithe girl grabbed the curvy one's heavy tit, squeezed, and drooled a long, deliberate line of spit straight onto the nipple, then sucked it off with a loud, greedy slurp.
My hand was moving fast now. The screen was crystal clear; every wet string, every drip, every messy exchange was right there in high-definition.
The two of them kept going, tongues sliding, spit pouring. Then they noticed me.
The curvy specialist pulled back just enough to glance through the glass, eyes narrowing at the way I was frantically stroking my bare cock.
"Aw, look at him," she laughed, voice thick with spit. "Poor baby's doing it raw. That's no way to treat a leaky bucket, lawyer-boy."
The lithe girl wiped a thick string of drool from her chin with the back of her hand, then grinned wickedly. "We can fix that. Open the slot."
A small, waist-high panel in the crystal screen slid open with a soft click. The curvy one leaned down, gathered a massive, sloppy mouthful of their mixed saliva, and held it there, lips pursed.
But I hesitated, paranoid brain still screaming sting operation.
The lithe girl rolled her eyes, reached down, and peeled off her tiny white thong in one smooth motion. She pressed the soaked fabric to her armpit, wiped it thoroughly, then handed it to the curvy one, who did the same with her own underarm. The panty came away glistening with fresh, warm sweat from both of them.
"Fine. Here," the curvy specialist said, dropping the armpit-wiped thong into the tray. "Fresh from the Twin Peaks. That'll be ten extra mid-grade stones for the panties, by the way. House policy. Now take it and stick that cock through the slot so we can give you the good stuff."
I caved instantly. I shoved ten stones into the payment slot, snatched the thong through the exchange panel, and pressed my now-throbbing cock through the waist-high opening.
The scent of the armpit-wiped panties hit me like a Qi explosion — thick, salty, premium musk from two high-tier cultivators, still warm from their bodies. My Cowper's meridian, already primed from the show, suddenly went nuclear. The Holy Grail Stack, the lingering armpit funk, and the sheer degenerate overload fused together into something monstrous. My leaky bucket was operating at full spiritual capacity, pressure so absurd it felt like it could punch through dimensions.
The girls didn't wait.
The curvy specialist leaned right down to the slot, opened her mouth, and spat a thick, warm glob of their mixed saliva straight onto the head of my cock. It landed with a wet splut, coating me instantly. The lithe girl followed right after, adding her own sloppy mouthful so the combined spit ran down my shaft in heavy, glistening rivers.
"There we go," the curvy one purred, licking her lips. "Nice and slick for you, lawyer-boy. Now stroke."
I wrapped the armpit-soaked thong around my spit-lubed cock and started pumping. The girls laughed and went right back to work.
They dropped into a messy sixty-nine on the low glass platform, mouths locked onto each other's pussies. But they didn't just lick — they made out with the soaked folds, tongues swirling, sucking, spitting thick globs of mixed grool and saliva back and forth. Every time one pulled away, long, glistening ropes stretched between their lips and the other girl's clit. They were absolutely drenched, chins shiny, tits sliding together in the mess.
The wet, filthy sounds filled my booth while I jerked faster, the armpit-wiped thong gliding perfectly over my leaking, spit-slick cock.
They came together — hard.
The curvy specialist's whole body shook as she squirted, a messy arc splattering across the lithe girl's face and the glass. The lithe one followed a second later, moaning into the other woman's pussy, tongue still swirling through the flood of spit and cum.
I exploded right after them.
A huge, pent-up load blasted out of me like a spiritual cannon. Thick ropes of cum painted the inside of the crystal screen in long, heavy streaks. My Cowper's meridian was running so hot and overclocked that the sheer Yang pressure actually overloaded the Glass Lotus's built-in cultivation array. The first three massive shots passed straight through the solid barrier — a shimmering ripple of Qi letting my cum cross over like it was never there.
It splattered across both girls' faces and tits in warm, heavy ropes.
The curvy specialist blinked in surprise, then burst out laughing as a thick glob landed right on her tongue. "Clean-up on Aisle 69!" she called out to the ceiling speakers, still licking her lips. "We're gonna need a mop… and maybe a second bucket."
The lithe girl wiped a strand off her cheek and sucked it off her fingers, grinning. "Mmm. Tastes like victory. Come back anytime, lawyer-boy. We'll keep our slots open for you."
They finally pulled apart, faces wrecked, bodies shiny with spit, cum, and each other. The screen faded to black. Faint clapping could be heard from the nearby cubicles. Atleast, I hope it was clapping.
I sat there in my ruined booth, cock still twitching, covered in my own mess, and grinned like a man who had finally achieved the Dao.
Lo Yu's voice crackled through the private talisman in my ear, sounding far too smug.
"Excellent performance review, Junior Associate. The firm approves."
I laughed, wiped my hand on my cheap grey tunic, and stood up on shaky legs.