Chapter 26

Two days later, at the training grounds, Fu Yilan saw Senior Brother Deng at the sparring field, supervising again. She had remembered who he was, having met him when she started training her palm arts. This time again, he walked over to see if she needed anything. This was the moment to choose. Forgive an enemy, or take revenge? Fu Yilan decided that she had rolled with the punches long enough, bending to everyone’s whim. Not anymore.

“Anything I can help you with, Senior Fu? As beautiful as ever.” He was tall, and not bad looking. A symmetric face with smooth black hair tied in a bun were accompanied by the energy of a sixth stage cultivator.

“I’ve been having issues with the muscles in my back, and I don’t really have anyone to ask about it…” Fu Yilan let her face blush, embarrassment apparent. This was too easy for her at this point. “A reliable senior brother like you… I think you could help.” Letting her voice trail off quietly, she looked away. The dichotomy between the cold Ice Flower, and the shy woman asking for help with a problem that was obviously fabricated to have him touching her, had Senior Brother Deng stunned for a moment. It was clear that he also hadn’t expected to get this far.

“Wouldn’t it be better to–“ He caught himself in time. “Of course I can help. I have some salves to relieve soreness and cramps just for that purpose. My supervisory shift ends this afternoon, so let’s leave together at that time.”

“That would be nice,” she smiled. Her Primal Pulling Melody art had already started mixing with her words, pulling his thoughts towards his sexual interest in her. His eyes shifted to her cleavage for a moment, while she smiled as though she hadn’t noticed. Then he sped back to the platform from where he was overlooking all of the sparring platforms. She knew that his gaze was fixed on her though as she moved through the movements of her fighting arts. This time, as if by coincidence, her skirt fluttered up a bit higher than usual, showing her round buttocks to him. Her Senior Sister didn’t stand a chance; he was already caught by her.

When he stepped off the platform, she used her Flowing Steps to follow his figure, speeding through the sect with his fiery movement art. He stopped in a small garden near the edge of the sect, a tree reaching over the wall hiding it from prying eyes, while some sort of small storage building cut it off from the path and people passing. The sect’s tall grass ringing the little area would be the final part to ensure privacy.

Stopping in the middle, Senior Brother Deng turned to her, eyes twinkling with both amusement and arousal. “So, tell me. Where does it hurt?” Fu Yilan put on a face that let him see clumsily hidden interest in him peeking out through the cracked façade of the sect’s Ice Flower. He seemed to like that face. Of course he did.

“Here, Senior Brother.” Thin and flexible arms reached behind her, outlining the area. “Could you help me loosen it?” A helpless puppy’s big eyes stared at him, and he had no reason to refuse. Primal Pulling Melody was sliding in his ear without him noticing. He was now standing behind her, fingers strengthened by relentless training moving over her robes.

“Up here?” he asked, kneading gently. Fu Yilan moaned quietly from relief. “That sounds like a yes,” he said quietly, almost whispering. Still, his hands traveled downwards, only stopping right above her buttocks. It seemed like he had that much self-control at least. Fu Yilan shattered it by pushing her ass back slightly, as if on accident, against his crotch. His dick was already hard, creating a bulge through his robes. She left it there half a second too long before squeaking back forward.

His hands moved further down, now on her ass cheeks, massaging them with circular patterns. Fu Yilan moaned again and noticed that she could layer the Primal Pulling Melody art onto such sounds as well, increasing her target’s arousal.

“Ah, can you return to my back? There’s still a bit of– hnnh– tension there.” His hands moved back up, yet his mind was stuck on the feeling of her buttocks. She was toying with him, and he didn’t even notice.

“I have a salve that might help, but you would need to remove your garments for that.” He grinned, and Fu Yilan blushed, playing her role. Hesitantly, she pulled off her robes, then lay down. Her skirt came off as well, being connected to the rest. She laid down on the grass, all that covered here a pair of underwear that was almost invisible from the back, slipping between her large ass cheeks. Her chest was squeezing out to either side as she laid down, seemingly oblivious to the picture presenting itself to her Senior Brother.

He knelt right behind her ass cheeks, over her thighs, and started rubbing in a salve that was tingling slightly. Meanwhile, he was touching her lower cheeks with the bulge in his pants. Fu Yilan didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, but she moaned slightly anyway, riling him up further. Both were breathing hard, and he was now blatantly rubbing himself against her ass. Finally, he took out his dick, letting its hot length rest between her ass cheeks. He wasn’t inserting it yet, but by how he was rubbing it between her buttocks, it would only be a matter of time. After all, with her moans and the wetness pooling underneath her crotch, no man would be able to resist.

His hands had also stopped the pretense of massaging and focused on kneading the dough of her behind, jerking off his dick. Each thrust had him pulling back a bit further, tip closing in on her holes. She was glad that she had remembered to remove the vibrating beetle; otherwise, things could have gotten very awkward. Or very hot.

His pace sped up before he slipped into her. It wasn’t her pussy though. He had taken the wrong entrance and was now buried deep in her asshole. Three more thrusts and he came, hot seed warming her insides. He fell backwards, pulling out in the process. Fu Yilan turned around and watched his mind clear.

“Please, let’s keep this a secret!” she hurried to say, trying to sound as overwhelmed as he looked. Grabbing her robes, she then fled over the wall and out of the sect. A smile was on her lips. That had worked out quite nicely. He would never be quite satisfied sleeping with another woman after this.

…

Dressing in a more formal dress the sect branch leader had given her, she was surprised that he even had something like this, as opposed to the skimpy attire he usually had her wearing. It showed some cleavage, but less than usual, while several layers of thin, green silk flowed all the way to the ground. While her body was being hugged tight around the waist, accentuating her curves, it was still the least revealing dress she had worn in a while.

Putting on a pair of heels that had been laid out for the outfit, she followed her master out of his house and towards one of the more elegant buildings of the sect. It stood near the center and was obviously meant for more formal gatherings than sex parties with elders. Beautiful floor tiles held specks of green, painted on to look like grass. Meanwhile, detailed carvings along the wooden columns showed mystical beasts winding up them. Sometimes dragons, sometimes creatures she was unable to name. Soft clacking echoed on the floor as they walked through the halls, each perfectly clean, each decorated with paintings, and carvings.

They went for the roof though. Why would they be up here? Surely, he would come in through the– Wide eyed, mouth opened, Fu Yilan could only stare as a ship with red sails and glowing sigils and characters along its hull appeared in the evening sky, swimming out of a cloud cluster. Branch Leader Xiao looked at her with amusement, having expected such a reaction.

“Yes, a flying ship. Exceptionally expensive. Only the sect’s wealth allows him such things.” The ship hovered above the ground slightly as a man looking to be in his thirties jumped down, clean shaven and with expensive looking clothes. When the sect branch leader bowed, she followed suit.

“We greet the sect master’s son, Wang Jingguo.” The man chuckled and nodded his head towards them.

“No need to bow, we are all brothers of the same sect.” He glanced over at Fu Yilan. “And who might this be?” His eyes studied her with interest. He was pleased with what they found.

“A junior who will be doing her utmost to make your stay comfortable. She has taken both to servitude, as well as pleasure arts magnificently, if I may say so myself.”

“Mhm…” A knowing smile spread on his face. “Trained by you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Both chuckled for a moment, before they walked back down. Fu Yilan had been drilled on how to serve, so she moved next to the not-so-young master, taking his arm and pulling it into her chest. He didn’t react, instead taking such treatment as granted.

They enjoyed a feast with the elders, young women serving them during the meal. Fu Yilan ensured that Master Wang’s cup was always full, and that her body was near him always. Her job was to look pretty and raise his mood. They talked about sect matters while she was in Master Wang’s arm, his hand having found her breasts as soon as the meal finished. When he retired for the night, she joined him.

Stripping down, she offered herself to him, and he indulged. Master Wang was rougher with her than all others. He truly saw her as his property; an asset of the sect he was bound to inherit. Slapping her ass roughly, Fu Yilan felt the pain mix with pleasure, sending her mind spinning. Still, it was less enjoyable than usual, too rough for her liking. His yang energy, which was at the tenth stage of the earth realm, made up for a large part of it though; purer and stronger than all else she’d had. He was one step away from the heaven realm after all.

Only when she was bouncing on his dick could she enjoy the experience. It didn’t last long though before he fucked her into the mattress again, apparently relishing the power he had over her. Fu Yilan fell asleep bruised and exhausted.

The next day only required her presence during meals. Otherwise, Master Wang would be touring the sect, checking inventory and finances. A small team of glasses-wearing clipboard-holding men was following along, checking the numbers.

Two nights later, he said something that made her blood freeze. “Your body is actually pretty good. Next time I come, you’ll be joining me on my way back. So, try to advance to the third stage at least. Anything less and I you’ll break too quickly.” Fu Yilan kept riding him, chest jiggling. He either didn’t mind or didn’t notice that her enthusiastic agreement came a bit later than it should have. But it couldn’t be helped; she couldn’t let him take her. It was her luck that he had given her that time frame, though she couldn’t judge how long it would take. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he wouldn’t put it past him to come by sooner than planned just to get her, if he actually wanted her that much.