The third floor was a row of rock-built rooms, each with a number written on it.
This floor was the area where the members of the Yin1 Shou2 Clan3 were born inters*x and thus trained. They feed on sem*n and had massive melons that once successfully conditioned, would produce milk. They also had stamina enough to withstand an all-day and night copulation with beastmen.
A member of this clan could survive engaging in fornication in turns without being broken. He’s sensitive to the point that even taking two steps would cause his honey hole to excrete fluids and his legs would be so soft that he could fall anytime. It was the kind of bed warmer that beasts liked.
It was not easy to conceive and even when pregnant, they could continue to bear pleasure. Beasts didn’t have to restrain because, during pregnancy, they needed to be fed more yang essence. Otherwise, the child would be malnourished. Therefore, many aristocratic beast families only buy one to take home. Several brothers could enjoy a sem*n container. Conversely, even several fathers and sons could enjoy a single one. Or else, a pregnant yin shou would be very troublesome when a beastman could not satisfy him.
The members of Yin Shou Clan that had been successfully cultivated into sem*n containers would undergo intercourse with different beastmen in particular areas. Only when both parties are satisfied with each other’s sexual prowess do they sign a sale agreement with the Institute to receive the sem*n container of their choice to take home and enjoy.
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The door of the sem*n container No. 213 opened, and a few servants escorted a yin shou teenage boy with elephantine mounds, slim waist, and round bvttocks. It looked like he had just been trained. He wasn’t old, appearing only 14 or 15 years old.
The teenager wore lace erotic lingerie with a bow tied to his little rod. He had slightly curly blonde hair, pale skin that was soft as if it had a soft light filter, and an upturned white a$s.
The youth’s eyes were misty, slightly gasping for breath.
“Ow… Slut… Your melons are really so big… The sem*n container out here can really be special… I don’t want to take it out of his little slvtty honey hole even for a second…”
“Ngh, ha… Ah, ah!—… Oh, god… Gonna be pounded to death…”
“Ha, ah— ngh, ah, ah, ah… Shoot inside me… Shoot it all in… Cvm ‘til I get pregnant…”
“No… Don’t… I’m coming high again…”
“So fearsome… I’ve been pounded for a day… How come you haven’t cvm yet?… I’m hungry… Cvm in me, will you? Honey…”
“Oh, god… This little flower hole is so tight and tender… Feels so good wrapping around my immense meat stick…”
“Wu… Wuwu…”
“Sir… This little slvt’s small flower hole has been penetrated by you for several days… It’s all swollen… Today, will you allow this little slvt to serve Sir’s large meat stick using this little slvt’s big melons and mouth?”
“Ow… These big melons… Titjob must also feel good…”
“Baby, your belly is full of my wolf cvm… like you’re pregnant…”
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This place was full of members of the Yin Shou Clan that were successfully cultivated to become sem*n containers just like him. The way they moaned signified how good the stamina of the members of the Wolf Clan was.
There was a strong masculine scent inside, which was stronger than the scent when a dozen strong men took turns hammering him. When the teenager smelled that scent, he felt as if he had been given a strong aphrodisiac.
The door opened, and a few servants carried the young man in, “Your Majesty the Wolf King, this is the sem*n container No. 213 that has just been trained…”
“Get out…”
The deputy of the Wolf Clan, who was holding a short chestnut-haired youth by the door and was deeply entangled with him, dismissed the servants. They closed the door to the hall on their way out.