Chapter 39

He told her where she’d have to go, and Fu Yilan followed his directions to a large and lavishly constructed building right next to the castle. It radiated wealth not only through the gold accents on the exterior but also by being constructed this close to the city’s administration.

The signboard read “Blazing Sun Emporium”, each character written in radiant, golden paint. Fu Yilan was stopped at the gate by two young guards. Her question to meet with whomever was in charge of the conflict was met with a sneer before her soft sword around her hip started writhing, hinting at her cultivator status.

Strength opened many doors. She was led upwards and into a spacious yet sparsely decorated office. A singular tiger fur hung on the wall behind the desk, opposite the door. A bear of a man sat behind the desk, looking up briefly at the woman standing in the doorway. His hair was long and streaked with gray, his hairline not having gotten the memo that it usually receded on aging men. Yellow eyes like those of a beast locked onto Fu Yilan, carrying with them the pressure of someone at the ninth stage of the earth realm. It seemed like this conflict truly was larger than usual, if a man of his caliber had come down to take the reins.

Still, in the end, he was just a man. And Fu Yilan knew how to deal with those.

His eyes scanned her body, and she knew he liked what he saw. Still, the man hid it well. Slow and measured, he leveled his gaze at her. Fu Yilan had expected to deal with some mortal executive. With the person she was now facing, she would have to change her approach a bit.

Unwillingly, her heartrate sped up, while her pussy moistened. She had been fucking a lot the past few weeks, and standing in the presence of such a massive, powerful man was doing something to her that was not helpful in the slightest.

“How can I help you?” His voice was deep, like a growling tiger.

“Please, call me Lady Fu. I have come with a small request for your merchant emporium. Though I did not expect to see a powerful cultivator of the ninth stage here, taking care of things. From the Golden Fang Sect, I presume?” He didn’t bother denying her claims, only nodding once as both a reply and as a gesture for her to continue on. It was a bit disrespectful, but she had come to him, seeking a favor, so Fu Yilan decided to bear with it. “An acquaintance of mine, a small, mortal merchant, has found himself in some trouble by your honorable workers. Their wish to have him work for you doesn’t quite align with his own. I would be most thankful if this can be resolved amiably.”

The man paused for a moment, seemingly surprised. Maybe he had expected something more important to be brought up by a sixth-stage cultivator as herself. Fu Yilan smiled calmly, not wishing to come across as too deferential.

“Hmm, how tricky. My master has entrusted me with growing this Blazing Sun Emporium, and I intend to do so. Meticulously. Even a small merchant like your…” Fu Yilan didn’t elaborate, so he kept talking. “…acquaintance is a part of that. For me to ignore my task would be very difficult for me. Apologies, but I’m a very rigid person by nature.”

Fu Yilan didn’t believe a single thing he said. His aura was that of a fighter doing a desk job because a bigger fist had told him to do so. He clearly just wanted to inflate Merchant Cheng’s value. Even to her, with limited business experience, she could tell that this was overkill. On the one hand, no real mortal conflict should warrant a ninth stage cultivator’s attention. On the other, he was making this more difficult than it had to be. Why not just do the cultivator a small favor and go on with his day?

“Then I must apologize for pushing you to do something unpleasant. Still, I must ask you this favor.” Once more he grumbled, head tilting from side to side.

“I suppose there is a way. I am leading a merchant house here, so let me act a bit like one. What do you have to offer for his freedom?”

He was now blatantly admitting that their actions were caging the merchants in circumstances of the sect’s making. Fu Yilan only narrowed her eyes at that, not commenting further.

“Surely, one small travelling merchant’s worth doesn’t even amount to one spirit stone. The honorable Golden Fang Sect wouldn’t resort to such extortion, I’m sure. I can pay in gold, though.” Now it was the man’s turn to narrow his eyes before chuckling slightly. Fu Yilan smiled in response. He hadn’t even given her his name yet.

“You’re right, Lady Fu. He is merely mortal, after all. Still, the price is more about justifying my breaking away from orders.” He massaged his knuckles, thinking for a moment. “Though there is a price I would have you pay. This place is not equipped to properly entertain cultivators.” A grin split his face, wiping away the controlled administrators air and replacing it with a hungry beast. “Serve me for the duration of my stay. Otherwise, I will have the merchant killed, along with his family and close relations.”

Fu Yilan knew that she had revealed too much about her emotional attachment to the man. Still, this was an acceptable outcome. She could drain him while trying to find out his purpose in coming here. She narrowed her eyes, acting displeased. This wasn’t the first time someone was blackmailing her into servitude after all.

“At least let me get my things from my previous residence–”

“Accepted. But remember: Run away and the man dies. Hahaha, I don’t know why you would even care this much about a mortal ant! Maybe it’s because you’re a woman, that’s just how you are. Weak and sentimental.” Fu Yilan just rolled her eyes and left the building.

It didn’t take long for her to pack up her things. She didn’t have much after all. Her spirit stone pouch was always with her, as well as her soft sword. She packed her umbrella, as well as the pouch of silver coins she still had after depositing the remainder at a bank. Her other clothes were packed as well, along with the vibrating beetle which hadn’t been inside her for a while now. Only the anal beads were with her regularly. No one really fucked her ass, so without anything protruding, they weren’t visible and only heightened the pleasure for her, as well as take care of excrement.

She controlled her bowels to push them out and they exited her rectum smoothly, one bead at a time. Her asshole gaped for a moment before returning to a tight, seemingly untouched state. Her body formation art was a pleasure art, and it ensured that something like that would have no lasting effects. Pushing them back inside, taking a few moments to enjoy the way her sensitive asshole molded itself around the beads, she slung her pack over her shoulder and left the Golden Fang Sect’s patrol stop compound. She didn’t look back once despite the weeks she’d spent there.

…

“Lucky for you, our business has a wide range of products, among them some outfits that will suit you nicely while you stay here with me.” A servant had laid ten outfits on the bed, each skimpier than the one before. A revealing qipao laid next to something that was a combination of two strips of non-see-through cloth, a chest wrap and a micro skirt, while the rest was pink thin silk and golden accents. Among many others. Not a single skirt looked like it would fully cover her ass though. By now, Fu Yilan was already somewhat used to it though, and just looked up at him, waiting for him to make a choice.

“How am I supposed to address you? After all, we’ll be spending quite a bit of time together, if I understood correctly.”

“Just call me Sir. That will suffice.” Fu Yilan nodded.

Not wanting to be recognized, huh? Not too proud of the task he was given, it seemed.

“Now strip! I want to have a taste of what I bought!” The switch between his serious and bestial side was jarring, but Fu Yilan did as told. She was wondering whether or not the switching was just an act, or genuinely part of his personality.

It took a moment for him to reign himself in. Fu Yilan didn’t bother with the act of the frightened, intimidated cultivator girl who was being pressured into something she didn’t want. This was a transaction, one they’d both agreed to. He wanted her body; she wanted his cooperation.

When his calm self returned, she laid on the bed on her back, chest soft and inviting, hair laying around her head in a way that framed her perfect features like rays of a sun. The man she had been told to call ‘Sir‘ crawled above her, the size difference staggering. A spark in Fu Yilan’s chest, as well as her loins, told her that she had missed this feeling of weakness beneath someone both larger, as well as stronger than herself. She filed the thought away. It was not that surprising that after all she’d experienced, her preferences had shifted in this direction.

“Not bad,” he breathed, appreciating the flawlessly beautiful figure lying below him. On all fours above her, he lifted on hand and circled her nipple before giving her breasts an evaluating squeeze.

Fu Yilan watched his face and could tell that he was fighting to suppress whatever was trying to break free. His hand traced down, appreciating smooth skin on the way down. She shivered slightly as his hand reached her inner thighs, just circling her special place. Her hands reached down, gripping his forearm for stability, instead of trying to move it. She was unsure if she could, even if she’d want to. The thought made that something within her burn brighter, and she could tell that her wetness was steadily increasing.

His hand moved up her thigh, brushing across her clit before pausing on her entrance. Fu Yilan arched her back as a spark of electricity flowed up her back. He was strong, and his yang energy was potent. Each touch was something else, more stimulating than a regular man’s, or even low-grade cultivators’, would have been.

She bit her lip as her breathing sped up. His thumb kept playing with her clit, skin rough and stimulating. A finger finally pushed into her hole that was already wet and waiting. She gripped his forearm even harder as a second finger followed soon after.

Usually, the men hurried to fulfill the lust her body and cultivation arts stoked within them. Her pleasure was secondary. It reminded her of the Shifting Grass Sect’s branch master who had trained her body. He too had been methodical in finding the spots that made her writhe in his hands, that made her body submit to him.

The fingers within her pussy sped up, and Fu Yilan only needed to refocus on his face for a moment to realize that he had finally cracked. A wide grin was on his face, excitement evident. His yellow eyes almost glowed as he stared at her, the way a tiger stared at cornered prey. His fingers still did their work, unrelenting, and Fu Yilan let the climax happen, body shaking slightly as each wave of extasy washed through her body.

Then something large, hot, and hard tapped onto her lower belly, heat slicing straight through her flesh and radiating into a womb that was yearning to be filled. Dragging it downwards, he left a trail of precum as his tip kept contact all the way down. Its destination? Her pussy.