I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 324 She Said She Wanted My Essence, But This is Ridiculous

Chapter 324: Chapter 324 She Said She Wanted My Essence, But This is Ridiculous

Morning came, and it was Saturday already.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the ornate curtains of the grand chamber, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow.

Lin Feng stirred slowly, his powerful body stretching lazily beneath the silk sheets.

No classes today finally, a day free from the rigorous demands of the academy.

He allowed himself a rare, unhurried awakening, savoring the warmth of the four beautiful women nestled around him.

As usual, his great sword had remained tirelessly erect throughout the entire night, a towering sign to his unyielding vitality and boundless yang energy.

Even now, in the gentle light of morning, it stood proudly upright, thick, veined, and throbbing with insistent need.

Nothing could ever make his dedication falter or bend and his legendary endurance was known far and wide among those fortunate enough to share his bed.

Ye Jian, ever the bold and fiery one, was the first to react. Her delicate hand slid down his chiseled abdomen without hesitation, fingers wrapping around the massive girth of his hard heavenly spear.

She gave it a slow, appreciative squeeze, feeling the heat and the powerful pulse beneath her palm.

A mischievous smile curved her lips as she began to stroke him lazily, her touch both teasing and inviting.

Ning Xi also was not one to be left out.

Her slender fingers soon joined Ye Jian’s, tracing the thick veins that ran along the length of his giant monstrous tool.

Tang Aining also roamed her hands around Lin Feng’s muscular body.

Li Zhiyan, however, remained passive as always and her sexy body curled up against his right side, eyes half-closed in feigned sleep.

She did not reach out to touch him directly, yet her body betrayed her completely.

All night long, her spiritual sense had been locked onto the magnificent sight of Lin Feng’s mighty, tall, hard, big, fat staff standing tall between his legs.

Even now, she couldn’t tear her awareness away from it.

Her inner cave clenched rhythmically, aching with empty need.

Hot, slick wetness had coated her thighs throughout the night, and it continued to flow freely now.

Deep inside her, her most sensitive walls fluttered and tightened, as if desperately craving to be stretched and filled by something so big, so long, and so impossibly hard thrusting deep into her depths.

Meanwhile, a few beings connected to Lin Feng also found their fates quietly and cruelly altered on that seemingly ordinary Saturday morning.

Hak…

hak…

hak…!

Roachy convulsed as he violently coughed, his tiny body twitching uncontrollably while his eyes snapped open.

Every inch of him trembled, not from weakness but from memory.

A stench hit him. Thick. Rotting. Suffocating.

It clung to him like a curse he could not wash away, no matter how many times he was reborn.

For a brief second, his mind went blank.

Then…

It all came flooding back. He remembered the darkness. The suffocating, wet prison of flesh.

The moment he was swallowed whole by that frog, its tongue snapping him up before he could even react.

He remembered being trapped in its stomach, crushed, drowned in digestive fluids that melted his body inch by inch.

He remembered screaming though no sound ever came out. Then came the end.

Or what should have been the end.

Instead, days later, he had regained awareness… not as a living creature, but as something far more degrading.

Waste. Filth. Nothing more than excrement pushed out from the frog’s body.

And just when he thought that was the absolute bottom… the very moment his existence couldn’t fall any lower…

He came back. Reformed. Alive again. To being a pitiful cockroach once more.

Hak…! Hak…!

Roachy gagged, his tiny legs scraping against the ground as if trying to escape the lingering sensation.

Even now, he could still feel it… the pressure, the burning, the humiliation of being reduced to something so worthless.

“I… I’m back…” he muttered, his voice hoarse and disbelieving.

Slowly, he lifted his head. And froze. The courtyard. The same courtyard.

The same cold, indifferent ground beneath him. Lin Feng’s courtyard.

For a long time, Roachy didn’t move.

His mind tried to reject it, to rationalize it, to cling to some fragile hope that this was coincidence but deep down, he already knew the truth.

This was not an accident. This was not luck. This was punishment.

“No… no, no, no…” he muttered, his voice growing more frantic. “Don’t tell me… don’t tell me this is forever…”

His breathing grew erratic. Because he understood now. Every death… meaningless.

Every escape… impossible. He would be reborn here. Again. And again. And again.

An immortal cockroach. Not a blessing. Not power. A curse. A joke.

A plaything in a world where even the weakest predators could reduce him to nothing.

His small body trembled violently as the weight of eternity pressed down on him.

“F-Fuck you… Lin Feng…!” he spat, rage finally breaking through his fear. “You think this is funny?! You think this is en…”

A shadow passed overhead. Roachy’s instincts screamed. But it was too late.

A sharp gust of wind tore through the courtyard as something descended from above with terrifying speed.

Talons.

Cold. Unforgiving.

They clamped around his body and lifted him into the air in a single, fluid motion.

“AHHH!”

He tried to struggle, his legs thrashing wildly, but it was useless.

Compared to the creature that held him, he was nothing. Just prey. Just food.

The sky spun around him as he was carried upward, higher and higher, the courtyard shrinking below until it became nothing more than a distant blur.

For a brief moment, hope flickered.

Maybe… maybe I can escape this time…

The thought didn’t even finish. The bird tilted its head. Its beak opened. And in one swift motion..

Snap. Darkness.

Roachy felt himself slide down a narrow, constricting passage as the world disappeared once more.

The same suffocating heat returned. The same crushing pressure.

The same inevitable fate closing in around him.

And in that final moment before his consciousness began to fade again…

He understood something far worse than pain.

This would never end. No matter how many times he screamed. No matter how many times he cursed.

No matter how much he resisted. He would always come back. Only to be eaten again. And again.

And again. An endless cycle of death and rebirth…

With no salvation in sight.