After his rebirth, he becomes the only man in the Qinghua Pavilion, a sect filled entirely with female disciples. Innocent faces, black-stockinged legs, soft bodies—one after another they crowd around him. First they kneel and earnestly pleasure him with their mouths, lips and tongues wrapping and sucking, servicing his thick hardness until it gleams. Then he is pressed onto the bed and enters bareback; the pink, tender folds are wet and tight, clamping down hard with every thrust. Their beautiful faces flush crimson, and in a single short night they go from clumsy inexperience to total surrender.