Chapter 38

The goodbye was short and sweet. Qingzhao had to continue along her route, patrolling this part of the sect’s territory. Her sect mates were looking at her jealously as she hugged Fu Yilan. It hurt, having to say goodbye to a friend, but they promised that this meeting would not be their last. Neither had spoken about the event at the restaurant again, and there was no real urge to do so. Neither was at a level to truly solve the problem yet, after all.

It only took one more day for wetness between Fu Yilan’s legs to return, now that there was no one to distract her from it. After her talk with Qingzhao, she had decided to stick to her path and use what it offered her to its fullest. By now, she was pretty much used to the attention, the stares, how men looked at her body. Fu Yilan went down to the weapon hall master Cheng. She knew that there were others more attractive, but her arousal was messing with her mind, now she was sure of it. Because the submission he demanded from her was exactly what she was yearning for right now. She pushed her worries down though; her cultivation art protecting her core identity should take care of it.

She walked down the hall towards him with Bewitching Fox Steps. His dick was already rising in his robes before she even touched him. Two plump breasts came out as Fu Yilan sandwiched his respectable size between them, a sensual string of spit leaving her sweet lips to dribble into the valley her large chest was forming. The man groaned, still caught in the bewitching effect of her movement art. Three strokes and he stood at full mast.

Fu Yilan squeezed her tits around his length as he groaned. She could almost feel his balls churning, producing the sperm that would strengthen her. Cupping one breast with each hand, she moved them up and down. An amused smile graced her face as she watched his tip poke out every time she pushed her tits down. Her pink tongue darted out and gave it a little flick the next time it was visible. Just this small action sent a shudder through him, and Fu Yilan knew he was close. He would not be allowed to cum anywhere but inside though.

Climbing onto his lap, his face sank into the embrace of her tits as she let him slide into her in one smooth motion. His hands naturally gravitated to her ass, kneading the mass of flesh that seemed to suck him in. Without really realizing what was happening, she started moaning with the Primal Pulling Melody active, drawing him into her spell more and more. His dick hardened even further as she kept up the assault on his body and mind.

He let out a groan that grew into a shout as he pumped a load far eclipsing all his previous ones in volume, strength, and yang energy into Fu Yilan. Each moan kept carrying the Primal Pulling Melody’s energy, and even though the effect of the Bewitching Fox Steps had faded after he came, his sexual arousal was kept near the peak. He didn’t soften in the slightest as Fu Yilan fucked him, hips moving with an enchanting rhythm.

Drawing his vital yang energy from him through the Void Lotus, she noticed that it came out of him easier, now that he was enchanted by her voice. She could feel her cultivation increase at a pace far quicker than usual.

After the fifth load, his arousal finally fell below a level where his rationality returned enough to take the initiative again. Pushing her down to the ground, Fu Yilan squealed as he pounded her roughly, grunts mixing with her moans and the slapping of skin against skin. She kept draining him, but it was slowing down to regular levels, and with him taking the upper hand, she no longer had control of their intercourse, only able to moan beneath him as he thrust back and forth.

“Yeah, that’s what you wanted, huh? A week without my dick must have been quite a challenge for you, girl. Especially with a body like this! A slutty body houses a slutty mind.” He shuddered as his sperm was shot into her womb, breathing heavy. Fu Yilan slung her arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him. At that moment she preferred this way of gaining strength instead of regular cultivation.

For three days she only alternated between milking his yang energy and training her martial arts. On the third day, to maximize the efficiency, she changed into the revealing dress from Greenverge City that would increase her sex appeal and thus strengthen her pleasure arts. After all, if she was going to commit to this path, she might as well commit fully.

On the fifth day, she decided to expand her operation to the remaining cultivators here who were all men. Three guards in total and one man who was in charge of the cultivation arts worthless enough to be kept here, as well as general management of the compound, quickly fell to her charms as well. They were weaker than the weapon hall master though, with the strongest of the bunch being the manager at the fifth stage. Still, Fu Yilan fucked all of them relentlessly, draining them dry and growing her cultivation in turn. It was obscene how much quicker this was than regular cultivation. She truly was a demoness now, just as her body formation art called itself.

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“Yes, doggy. Keep licking.” Fu Yilan held the leash of the guard who had let her in on her first day. It turned out that his interests were something she hadn’t encountered yet but didn’t mind fulfilling in the slightest.

Sitting cross-legged on a soft chair in the guard’s room, she looked down at the pathetic man on his knees before her, doing his best to free her toes from dirt and grime. Not that there was any in the first place of course. The Void Lotus Demoness art ensured her body was always perfectly beautiful and arousing. At most, he would lick up some of her sweat that she was suspecting had slight aphrodisiac properties. Or he just enjoyed licking her feet that much.

A stick flashed down onto his back with a smack as his pace slowed. Fu Yilan didn’t care either way; having her feet licked didn’t do anything for her. She had found out though, that some punishment only served to enhance the dog’s pleasure.

“Yes, that’s a good boy,” she purred. He liked being praised like that, maybe because he wasn’t satisfied with his life otherwise. Pushed to a remote place without real prospects for growth was truly a devastating punishment. Fu Yilan would have asked what he’d done to deserve such a thing if she’d cared. She didn’t though. He was not interesting to her, even his name escaped her recollection.

“Now get on all fours and bark for your mistress like the doggy that you are.” He followed her orders, and Fu Yilan suppressed a twitch of her lips. Getting on top, she fucked him, lifting his legs to thrust down. It was a novel experience, being this dominant. Still, it didn’t elicit the same pleasure as sex where she submitted. A part of her resisted the thought of a dominant woman. The realization made her frown, but she didn’t see a way to change that. Personal preference, it seemed.

Still, she did it. All of it was energy that flowed into her body and fueled her cultivation. She missed Qingzhao and her enthusiasm, the regular spars, how she actually pushed her. Maybe she’d visit her sect when she’d sucked all of them dry here.

Slumping to the ground, guard doggy left on the floor with a stupid smile on his face, Fu Yilan left the room. Heels clacked on the stone floor as she walked through the large building. Bewitching Fox Steps and Primal Pulling Melody were always in effect, ensuring that any cultivator that passed her was aroused immediately. Continuous use had enhanced her understanding and conversely the arts’ effectiveness. One of the guards passed her and grabbed her hips. She was several stages above him in strength, and yet her actions had inserted quite a bit of confidence into him. Fu Yilan let him do as he pleased as he pushed her against the wall and stuck a hand under her short skirt.

“Wet already, huh? My little slut.”

She didn’t even have to say anything; her cultivation arts were already in effect, though he would have fucked her even without them. It had been just under a month since Qingzhao’s departure, and Fu Yilan was already nearing the seventh stage.

Grunting like a dog in heat, he pounded her pussy, using her body to pleasure himself. Fu Yilan no longer bothered to keep her anal beads from stimulating her ass. She was getting used to her heightened sensitivity, as long as the men she was fucking were in a lower stage than her. Whenever Weapon Hall Master Cheng got serious though, being at the seventh stage, all control slipped away and she lost herself to pleasure. Still, a slight temptation was swarming around her mind to release the limiters once more. To see how it would impact her cultivation arts, of course. It would be a bad idea though; it was still too early.

Having taken his seed into herself, she returned to her chambers that had been upgraded to a larger room, thanks to the connections she had built up by sleeping with the managing cultivator. A note lay on the table, that she had a visitor, a mortal merchant. Fu Yilan already had an inkling as to who it might be; after all, she didn’t know that many merchants.

Pausing as she walked past the mirror, she glanced at herself, at what she was wearing at the moment. A skimpy dress that seemed like it would let her ass slip out at any moment while low cleavage and straps barely managed to contain her large breasts. They jiggled with each step and were tactically only barely contained by the smooth silks and straps, letting a little bit spill out. She had to admit; the Silver Orchid’s Embrace brothel knew their job well. It was perfect for what she was doing in here, draining every cultivator in the compound of their energy. Still, it was a bit too slutty to go meet the merchant she’d traveled with.

Changing back into her usual dress, showing just enough skin to pass as elegant while still drawing eyes to the parts of her body that enticed men. The sect tailor had done a fantastic job, all that time ago. It felt like an eternity to her.

Merchant Cheng had been sat down in an elegant waiting room with some crackers as a snack. When he noticed her arrival, he immediately got up and bowed. Fu Yilan noticed that there were bags under his eyes, and that he favored his right leg when standing. Even the imperceptible wince as he got up, smoothed over by a merchant’s facial control, didn’t escape her notice.

“Please, sit.” She walked over and gently laid her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into his seat before sitting down herself. “We didn’t part ways with such a rigid relationship, did we?” She smiled as she saw him relax a bit.

“No, we didn’t, Miss Fu.”

“Please, tell me. What has brought you here today?”

Wringing his hands in his lap, the merchant started to speak. “We had talked about the large businesses competing over the city. I had worried back then, that this time would be worse than usual. Turns out I was right.” His eyes were cast to the floor, gaze too heavy to meet hers. “I had expected staying at home to suffice, as it usually would. The businesses wish to take things further though. A week after my return, a man knocked on my door, the Blazing Sun Emporium sigil on his clothes. He asked me to join their company and sell products for them. I refused. If I’d wanted to do so, it would have been an option before that. He arrived the day after that as well. And the day after. Each time asking the same question.” Fu Yilan listened. Calmly. She already had a feeling where this was going.

“A week in, he started bringing thugs along. For the first few days, only one or two men, standing threateningly behind him, not interfering. Then they started hanging around near my house. Another week, and what had once been two thugs turned into ten. And still, he asked me to join them. Well, no longer asked... Demanded. Threatened. The terms hadn’t been good the first time he tried recruiting me. Now, they’re atrocious.” The hands in his lap sped up. Remembering was clearly unpleasant, as his eyes still stayed glued to the ground.

“I went to the guards, requested they do something against this blatant abuse of power. They were unwilling. When the man heard about how I went to ask for help, his thugs beat me up. I went to the guards once more and still they refused to assist me in any issues regarding the businesses.” Finally, his eyes rose and met hers, a desperate light within them. “And that’s why I seek you out today, Miss Fu. Please, help me!”

Even though he was sitting, his head was between his knees, bowing. He was in fear, not just for his life, but for that of his family as well. Fu Yilan’s reply was a no-brainer.

“Of course. Tell me where I can find their headquarters and I’ll talk to them. Their roots go deep and I don’t think I’m capable of ripping them out completely, but I should be able to get you off the hook.” She smiled at how he shot up, taking her hand, shaking it profusely. It was clear as day that a great burden had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“Thank you, Miss Fu, thank you so much! My next daughter will be named after you; I will never forget this help!” She chuckled awkwardly, trying and failing to get him to calm down a bit.