I Study Exorcism at University
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Novel type: demon, witch, nun, rape, group sex, maid, oral sex, playing dad, playing mom, SM, mother-in-law He suddenly remembered a joke: How many steps does it take to put an elephant into a refrigerator? The answer is three steps: open the refrigerator door, put the elephant in, and close the refrigerator door. So, how many steps does it take to put the most erect penis into Tita's cherry mouth? No one can give an answer, anyway, Tita meticulously put most of the penis into her mouth.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Magic Gang Bang Harem
There is a duplex apartment in the urban area of Wuxi, which is about 20 years old. It was a well-known high-end residence in those days. In recent years, the surrounding areas have been favored by real estate speculation groups, but the magical thing is that this community located in the center of the eye of the storm has never increased its housing prices. I don’t know what mysterious feng shui effect is causing this.
The warm home where Lu Yihang and Lu Zhihua spent their childhood and grew up is in this apartment.
After the university started, the two siblings moved out of their home, which meant that the number of people in the family was reduced by half, and parents could not help feeling empty in their hearts. But there is always a gain in loss. Without the shackles of their children, they can spend their days off leisurely and freely in their own world, as if they were back to the time when they were newly married. After a month, they have long been accustomed to the quiet life and enjoy it. As long as there are no visitors, they can probably enjoy it lazily all the time ... Ding Dong. The harsh doorbell rang. “Open the door quickly.” Lu Yihang’s mother Zhang Yu, wearing a bright red cotton pajamas, sat on the sofa, her eyes never leaving the soap opera on TV, and poked her husband with her elbow. She has long passed the age of being called a “beauty”. The mediocrity of life has polished her from a young lady to a housewife with a peaceful mentality, but from her beautiful eyebrows and delicate nose, you can still vaguely glimpse the charm of her youth. “Don’t worry, Zhihua must have brought the key.” Lu Yihang’s father Lu Daqing said calmly, pushing his round-frame glasses with his hand. He was wearing a leather jacket, his gray and black hair was messy like a bird’s nest, his stubble stood up sharply, and there were a few crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a young man in the 1990s who had a rock dream and his ambitions continued into middle age.
He held an old booklet in his hand and read it with relish. It was a martial arts novel by Gu Long, a pirated copy of small print that was common in the streets and alleys in those years. Although he had read it countless times, he would still immerse himself in it every time he revisited it.
“Then you have to help them move their luggage.” Zhang Yu raised her bare feet, kicked her husband’s thigh, and urged.
“Oh, right.” Lu Daqing raised his head as if he had suddenly realized something. It was a long journey from the high-speed rail station to home. Although my baby daughter’s strength was several times greater than that of an adult man, as a father, how could I not help her share some of the weight?
Lu Daqing hurried to the door and opened it. A capable girl with a bob haircut walked in with a dignified pace, and the pink hat of her sweater swung back and forth behind her.
“I’m back!”
This chick-like clear voice was very recognizable. Who else could it be but Lu Zhihua? Lu Zhihua had a smile on her face and her steps were so light that she seemed to float up - although she always liked to show her emotions on her face, it was rare for her to be so happy, and it would only happen once every ten days or half a month.
What was even more eye-catching was the brown leather suitcase in her hand, with the monogram of a French luxury brand embroidered on the surface. Such a high-end style must have belonged to her best friend who was a young lady.
“Welcome home.” In order to show himself in front of his daughter, Lu Daqing extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner and took the suitcase from his daughter’s hand, but he didn’t hold the handle firmly for a moment, and the suitcase fell straight down. Fortunately, Lu Zhihua hooked it on the instep with his foot, so as to avoid the tragedy of a hard landing.
--Why is it so heavy!!
The cool posture lasted less than a second before it collapsed, and Lu Daqing complained in his heart.
Although he learned two moves and three styles of Wudang Kung Fu when he was young, he was not interested in it and gave up halfway in less than a year. He was far from being an expert. Compared with Lu Yihang and Lu Zhihua who practiced every day, his strength was several levels lower.
The first sign of the midlife crisis is the gradually aging body.
Although Lu Daqing was reluctant to admit it, now he is just a social animal who has been in a sub-healthy state for a long time.
“Dad!” Lu Zhihua frowned, half caring and half complaining, “Let me take it.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I can do it.” Lu Daqing picked up the suitcase with both hands and forced a smile. The dignity of being a daughter-controller made him squeeze out the last bit of strength in his arms to avoid embarrassment in front of his precious daughter. He was sweating with lingering fear: If the box was really broken, I wonder if one month’s salary would be enough to compensate?
Lu Zhihua just sighed and said nothing. She knew her father’s stubborn temper too well. Once he made up his mind, no matter how others persuaded him, it would be in vain. But in a sense, this is the common temper of their father and daughter, so she can understand it.
“Hello, uncle, I’m here to bother you.” Cheng Qiulai followed Lu Zhihua, holding a cardboard box full of hairy crabs in both hands, and bowed to the male owner of the Lu family.
Cheng Qiulai wore a white mesh long skirt with a beige knitted cardigan today, which was both plain and bright. Although it was not an expensive brand, it could not conceal the elegant temperament of a lady from a noble family. Lv Zhihua also felt sorry for this childhood friend: she dressed so beautifully, but could not let her lover appreciate her. What a loss!
Since she was a child, countless people have praised Cheng Qiulai as a “beauty embryo”. Now, she has indeed grown into a poetic and picturesque oriental beauty: bright eyes and white teeth, moth eyebrows and red lips, a round face like a goose egg, and black hair at shoulder level. She is slightly taller than ordinary girls, and her figure is as slender as a willow tree swaying in the wind. Only those who have appreciated her sword skills or those who follow the inheritance of Huashan School will not underestimate the power accumulated in this body.
This is not the first time Cheng Qiulai has visited Lv Yihang’s house. Since her father and Lv Yunxiang are a pair of friends regardless of age, she has to visit several times every year. Given the level of familiarity between her and the Lu family, there was absolutely no need to be so thorough in her etiquette, but for martial artists, “honesty” is the most important thing, and they should be polite in dealing with people. As the last disciple of a famous master in Huashan, the character of humility has long been engraved in Cheng Qiulai’s bones.
“What’s the matter? Are you in trouble again?”
Zhang Yu heard the noise and came to the entrance. She wanted to blame her clumsy husband, but was attracted by the generous gift brought by Cheng Qiulai. She said with surprise and astonishment: “Hey, Lailai, you are too polite. Such good hairy crabs, you give them to us to eat?”
“Yes. My dad asked me to say hello to you on his behalf. He said that he was grateful to Grandpa Lu for pushing blood for him before, and he felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger. When he was free from work one day, he promised to come to visit in person.” Cheng Qiulai smiled and handed the carton to Lu Yihang’s mother.
Zhang Yu said, “Grandpa Lu Yihang has been talking about you for a while. He heard from Master Xing that you were playing a score of an ancient song recently, and he was curious about what it would look like.”
Cheng Qiulai promised, “When Grandpa Lu comes back from his business trip, I will definitely play a song for him.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Yu realized that it was almost noon, so he carried the hairy crab to the kitchen: “You guys play for a while, and then we’ll have dinner.”
Cheng Qiulai followed Lu Zhihua to the second floor. Every time she came to Wuxi, she would stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed with Lu Zhihua, like a pair of real sisters. Since the suitcase had been transported to the room, they walked leisurely.
“It’s your birthday in three days. How do you want to celebrate it?” Lu Zhihua asked as they walked.
October 5th was Cheng Qiulai’s birthday. She was born in the early autumn when the cool breeze was gradually rising, which perfectly matched the name “Qiulai”.
Cheng Qiulai whispered, “I’ll celebrate with you.”
Hearing this answer, Lv Zhihua seemed dissatisfied: “Huh, you’re lying. You must want Lv Yihang to celebrate your birthday with you. You want him so much, right?”
Cheng Qiulai smiled faintly, looking a little lonely, but her tone was surprisingly calm: “I don’t think it’s useful. I saw the photos he and Wang Zhao posted on WeChat Moments. They are still traveling in Suzhou. I can’t control his schedule, and I can’t force him to celebrate my birthday with me.”
“Why can’t I? You can call him back, call him and act coquettishly. ‘I want you to celebrate my birthday~’, maybe he will be soft-hearted and rush back immediately.”
Cheng Qiulai immediately shook her head and rejected this suggestion: “He has his own arrangements, so don’t disturb him.”
Lv Zhihua teased: “It feels like you are the kind of person who will only swallow your anger if you are abused by your husband.”
This metaphor made Cheng Qiulai shy, and her face was red all the way to her ears. She thought for a long time before finally saying, “Lv Yihang ... would never do such a thing.”
Facing this foolish love brain, Lu Zhihua didn’t know whether to be angry or sad: she didn’t even have the courage to confess, but she already regarded Lu Yihang as a partner. Wasn’t her imagination a little too advanced?
Lu Zhihua scolded him angrily: “What are you talking about in your dreams! If you want to see him so much, you should take action. If you don’t take action, why do you want to be my sister-in-law?”
However, unlike Lu Zhihua’s guess, Cheng Qiulai came to Wuxi not just to see Lu Yihang. The most important reason for her to leave home at this delicate time on the eve of her birthday was to escape from her father’s love.
Cheng Qiulai’s father is a wealthy businessman in Shanghai. His ability to make money is unquestionable, but when it comes to spending money, he is like a typical Shanghai man. According to his father’s temperament of being ostentatious, he would probably rent a luxury hotel on the Bund like in previous years, invite celebrities from all over the world, and hold a grand birthday party for Cheng Qiulai, letting her suffer in the center of the attention of hundreds of people.
Cheng Qiulai has been immersed in the art of playing the zither for many years and is naturally quiet. She was surrounded by people she didn’t know, wearing an exquisite dress, keeping a proper smile, holding a glass of champagne and talking and laughing, but she was still uncomfortable in her heart.
She once protested to her father for this. Chairman Cheng, who is well-known for his tough attitude and maneuvering in the world of fame and fortune, showed a childish expression of grievance when he heard his only daughter’s complaint: “I specially invited many people of your age. Don’t you have any common topics with them?”
“We are the same age, but I only meet those people once every few years, and I am not familiar with them at all.” Cheng Qiulai frowned and shook her head, also saying in a wronged voice.
Cheng Qiulai is not good at losing her temper. Among all the ways she expresses dissatisfaction, this is already the most intense one.
“It’s okay if we’re not familiar with each other now. We’ll get to know each other after a while. Young people should communicate more.” Chairman Cheng talked nonstop, more eloquently than when he presented the business blueprint. “Lu Zebai from Suzhou Lu’s family is the same age as you, and he’s as handsome as Zhao Zhigang who sings Yue Opera. Their family-style swordsmanship, ‘Emperor Heaven Four Seasons Sword’, is the best swordsmanship in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and your master has praised it. And Gu Yongtang from Nanjing Gu’s family is a top student at Yingzhou University. He won the runner-up in the university’s cup with his family’s ancestral swordsmanship ‘Eighteen Beats of the Hujia’. He’s also a young man who is both civil and military...”
Cheng Qiulai finally realized: No wonder my father invited so many children from aristocratic families. It turns out that he was looking for a son-in-law.
Cheng Qiulai still remembers the experience of watching the video of her parents’ wedding when she was a child. On the TV screen, the mother was wearing a spotless white wedding dress, walking slowly on the red carpet. Cheng Qiulai stared at her mother’s back, and although she didn’t say a word, her mood was swaying with the trailing skirt.
Time flies, the little girl who admired the bride has reached the age of marriage, and the groom in the videotape has reached the stage of being keen on matchmaking younger generations.
However, when Cheng Qiulai thought of the word “lifelong partner”, the image of Lu Yihang still emerged in front of her - he was not a son of a big family, nor was he the heir of a unique skill, but just a simple Lu Yihang.
Since she was a child, she often envied her good friend Lu Zhihua for having such a good brother, and it could be said that she was jealous. As she grew older, this attachment naturally turned into love. Of all the opposite sex in the world, she only fell in love with Lu Yihang.
--If I marry Yihang someday, we will have at least two weddings: a Western-style one in Shanghai and a Chinese-style one in Huashan. We will go to the Zhenyue Palace to worship, face the statue of the Great Emperor of Xiyue, and then move to the Qingxu Courtyard on Chaoyang Peak. After Master moved to Shanghai, this courtyard was idle, and it was just right for my bridal chamber. What kind of mood would I be in when I sat by the bed, waiting for Yihang to lift my veil...
When Cheng Qiulai imagined the romantic scene of the bridal chamber, it seemed as if an invisible hand grasped her heart. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and an unbearable numbness burst from her body.
Chairman Cheng said: “They are all heirs of martial arts families, all very famous talents, and they must be good husbands. If you like anyone, Dad will definitely support you with all his strength...”
Cheng Qiulai said: “I don’t like anyone.”
Lu Yihang took a cold shower and half-lying on the bed for a nap. The aftereffects of the naked fight had not yet subsided. He was so hot that he didn’t put on any clothes. He just covered his crotch with a bath towel and casually flipped through a book he had picked up from the bookshelf to calm himself down.
The author of this book is a new and cutting-edge writer who has emerged in recent years. The publisher has collected several of his representative works published in magazines. They are all short stories and novellas. They are not difficult to read and are the most suitable for entertainment before bed.
Tita put on her favorite Gothic Lolita dress - Mid-Noon Equinox, and lay shoulder to shoulder with him. She held the silver cross of St. George in front of her eyes, holding her breath and looking at it carefully, as if Marie Curie was observing a flask in the textbook illustration, wondering if she had found any new results.
Liuba was meticulously dressed in a maid’s outfit, with her silver hair tied behind her head. She lay at Lu Yihang’s feet, holding a nail clipper in one hand and holding his toes with the other, carefully trimming his toenails. As long as Lv Yihang raised his head slightly, he could see her bright and charming smile.
After cutting each toe, Liuba would put it in her mouth, lick the soft flesh on the toes with her tongue, and nibble the uneven nails with her pearly teeth. She sucked very hard, as if she could smooth out the bumps on the edge of the deck with her tongue alone. Lv Yihang had never experienced such a fresh play. He felt as if his toes had turned into fish, swimming in the warm deep sea, which was unexpectedly comfortable.
“You cut it too carefully, right? How long will it take?” Lv Yihang asked casually, still looking down at the book, with his fingers picking up the edge of the page.
Liuba said incoherently: “Well, ten minutes, no, twenty minutes ... I will definitely finish it within half an hour!”
Because she was nostalgic for the taste of Lv Yihang’s foot skin, Liuba licked it so much that she forgot everything else. Otherwise, a maid as skilled as her would never slack off.
When Lv Yihang finished reading the third novel, there was a noise at the door, and Chloe walked into the room wrapped in a white bath towel. The expression on her pretty face was extremely indifferent, and her eyes were cold to the point of freezing, as if a Greta Garbo had walked out of the screen. Perhaps it was because the imprisonment life had drained all her strength, and even forcing a smile would cost her life.
Chloe had her long blonde hair tied up in a bun, her slender shoulders and round upper breasts were exposed, and her body was steaming with hot water vapor. If the film director shot such a sexy welfare shot, it would probably choose dim and hazy lighting to hide the stirring desire in the light and dark. But in order to read the book without effort, Lv Yihang deliberately adjusted the room lights to the brightest. In the light that was almost daylight, Chloe’s ice-cold skin and bones looked even whiter, as flawless as a marble sculpture. Compared with the straightforward and eye-catching sexiness, it shows the holiness of a religious portrait.
Over the past two days, Chloe’s every move has been strictly restricted. This time, she was able to go to the bathroom to take a shower independently and enjoy a moment of freedom, which was considered an exception by Tita. However, her clothes were still restricted, and she couldn’t even get a piece of clothing to cover her body, so she had to wrap her body with a bath towel.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Tita fiddling with the St. George silver cross. Chloe was a little unhappy and said in a deep voice: “Don’t touch my things.”
“Oh, you’re done washing.” Tita smiled elegantly at the original owner, but did not put down the cross in her hand, but played with it at will, obviously not taking her warning seriously.
Chloe sighed helplessly and gently stroked the hair by her ears to relieve her boredom.
Just like the Beta magic wand is needed to transform into Ultraman, her Saint Armor can only be driven by this cross. Without the blessing of the Saint Armor, her combat power would be reduced by at least 80%, and in front of Tita who had enough trump cards, she could not raise any waves of resistance at all.
Tita said casually, “Among the most wanted criminals in the Roman Orthodox Church, the ‘Public Enemies (Hostes),’ there are seven women whose names are particularly eye-catching. They are collectively called the ‘Seven Witches’ by the gossipers and are regarded as the most dangerous and terrifying femme fatales in the world. If I guess correctly, such a sophisticated alchemy process should be the work of ‘the Witch of Rising’ Lydia Galarraga, right?”
“Can you tell?” Chloe was stunned when she heard the name of the president from an outsider.
Out of respect and fear for the head of Theia Company, Chloe always called her “President” with a sense of sympathy, and tried her best to avoid mentioning her real name - Lydia Galarraga.
Most young people today have never heard of this name, but in the supernatural world of the last generation, this alchemist was very famous and served as a topic of conversation for countless people after dinner. Compared to her tongue-twisting surname, her other name is even more frightening - “the sublimated witch”.
More than 20 years ago, Galaragasan was an unknown college student, but she played with the defense of the Roman Orthodox Church and robbed several banned book libraries in Central and Southern Europe. These places are only a stone’s throw away from the Vatican and are the confidant of the Roman Orthodox Church. Dare to do such a thing under their noses, which is tantamount to naked provocation. The Vatican was furious and issued an order, declaring her the “public enemy” of the Orthodox Church and launching a full-scale hunt.
But in the following years, she seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, and no one could find her. It was not until the world forgot about her that she concealed her from everyone’s eyes and resumed her activities in England.
“Of course I can see it. Why didn’t I think of it? It turns out that she is the mastermind behind the rise of Theia Company. Look, this is the robe my mother gave me. It comes with a giant magic circle called “Erinye Chorus (ὁ Χορὸς τῶν Ἐρῑνῠ́ων)”, which can chant spells instead of my mouth and tongue.”
Tita walked down the bed leisurely, lifted the hem of her skirt, and injected some magic into it. The lace edge of the long skirt bloomed like fish scales, and the mottled runes in the gap showed a dark golden brilliance, solemn and magical.
“This is also the masterpiece of the “Sublimated Witch.” Tita declared.
Although Chloe had a hunch in her heart, she was still shocked when Tita revealed this secret.
--Indeed, arranging a complicated ritual array on a three or four square meter piece of cloth is simply a delicate technique of “making a temple in a snail shell”. Who else can do it except that woman?
The Saint Armor held by Chloe is also a masterpiece of alchemical technology. Theia Company has devoted all its manpower and financial resources to collect dozens of Joan of Arc’s relics that are still in existence, measure the residual holy power in them, build a mathematical model, restore Joan of Arc’s means of controlling the holy power, and finally integrate it into a set of armor made of modern technology.
Based on Galaraga’s wonderful idea, the Saint Armor was born. The wearer can not only improve the operating efficiency of the holy power, but also perfectly reproduce the tactics of the saints in history-this is the military secret hidden by the Church of England for many years, and the trump card weapon that will dominate Europe in the future!
Titta sighed, “Even though she has been dormant for so long, Aunt Lydia is still the world’s top alchemist, and her skills are as good as ever. And what is the chance that you can get her gift?”
When describing her rapid promotion experience, Chloe always uses a frivolous tone to appreciate the other party’s shocked or envious expression, but in front of the German girl who defeated her, she instinctively restrained her edge and became timid: “Three years ago, as a priest knight of the state religion, I passed the strict selection of Theia Company, and then was selected by that lady, so...”
“So, I became her private soldier, right?” Titta sneered.
“Private soldiers?” Chloe was shocked and couldn’t help scolding, “Why use such an ugly word? Are you undermining the loyalty of the nuns of the Church of England?”
“Am I wrong? If Aunt Lydia didn’t want to win over the people inside the Church of England, why would she provide you with new equipment instead of keeping it for her own men?” Tita spread her hands and said, “She now controls a giant military-industrial enterprise, rich enough to rival a country, and powerful. It is a smart choice to join her.”
“ ... It’s my freedom to work for whom, and you can’t say anything about it.” Chloe said angrily.
At this moment, she felt mixed emotions: “It turns out that I am not the only one who has received the favor of the president. It turns out that I am not the only one who has been favored by the president. Maybe I should call this person ... Senior? I didn’t collect this information when I was preparing the intelligence ... How many secrets are there behind this German girl? What is the relationship between her and the president?”
In the conversation just now, Titta showed her strength and connections intentionally or unintentionally. It was precisely because of this information that Chloe’s awe of the president gradually shifted to Titta.
In essence, this is the fear hidden in human instinct: fear of the powerful, fear of the capable, and fear of the unknown.
Tita saw Chloe’s tangled expression of wanting to say something but not wanting to say it out loud, and smiled with satisfaction.
--The heart-attack strategy worked, and then it was time to strike while the iron was hot. This is the principle of negotiation, after “coercion” comes “inducement”!
Titta said slowly, “You seem to have investigated my background, so you should have known that I am a wizard from a famous family. As the direct descendant of the ‘Suan Yi Fa’, I am the leading young elite in the German Classical Wizard Association and I am also quite influential within the association.” Chloe shook her head impatiently, “This is not a secret. Anyone with a little knowledge has heard of the surname ‘Klink’.”
Titta ignored Chloe’s interruption and continued, “Compared to the man who taught me classical magic, my mother is much less famous, but this is because she is introverted and does not like worldly affairs. What is unknown to outsiders is that she also has a deep friendship with some so-called orthodox “witches” - including “sublimated witches”. If she had not concealed the news that she had a demon god, otherwise with her strength, the “Seven Great Witches” would have to add one more person.” If someone else said this, Chloe would only regard it as a lie, but she has seen that the robe on Titta’s body is not an ordinary item, but a creation of alchemy. What’s more terrifying is that its craftsmanship is similar to that of the Saint Armor. In other words, this is the perfect evidence that Titta’s mother is on good terms with the president’s wife!...
“It turns out that the president is not only obsessed with arcane magic and grand ambitions, but she also knows how to make friends.”
After listening to Tita’s words, Chloe had a subtle feeling that the president’s image seemed to become closer and no longer mysterious like an alien.
Although Chloe was reluctant to admit it, from this perspective, she had to thank Tita for removing the enchantment for her.
She was silent for a long time, and after sorting out her chaotic thoughts, she murmured to Tita, “You are not showing off your family background and teachers for no reason, are you? What do you want to express?”
Tita nodded modestly, but her tone of voice was full of pride: “In my humble opinion, the resources I can provide you should be no less than that of Theia Company, right?”
Chloe’s mind was working rapidly: the German Classical Mage Association was not as financially powerful as Theia Company, but it had countless ancient books stored, and the president often expressed envy when talking about it; the Klink family was a wealthy new noble, and no one had ever heard of this surname before Detlef Klink was born. When Detlef was just 30 years old, he was appointed as the “Calculation Art Law” with an overwhelming support rate. He was very successful at a young age, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a genius once in fifty years.
So, being able to be won over by the eldest lady of the Klink family was a good thing no matter how you looked at it.
Chloe frowned and looked at Titta’s brows: “Are you trying to win me over?”
“Why not? You are a very talented person, and your fighting power is first-class in the whole of England, but you can only obey the orders of rats and sparrows. Don’t you think it’s a pity? I can use the resources I have to push you to a higher position, such as-” Titta lowered his voice mysteriously, whispering like a nightmare, “Archbishop of Canterbury.”
Chloe’s eyes widened, revealing a yearning, but the corners of her mouth tightened: “Really ... really good at talking. Even if you have a great background, you are just a college freshman. How can you have such exaggerated power?”
She was still very stubborn, but the slight tremor of her upper body betrayed her inner turmoil.
The Archbishop of Canterbury is the highest position in the Church of England and the spiritual leader of all Anglicans. Only dead old men with outstanding achievements and a long life can sit in this position. “The Sublimated Witch” had also painted this pie for Chloe, but Chloe knew that her strength and qualifications were far from enough, and it was still a long way to go before she could get her hands on this throne.
Therefore, Tita’s temptation had no effect at all...
“Before you met me, you didn’t believe that someone of your age could defeat you, right?”
“Um--”
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