Chapter 40

The beast didn’t hesitate. It was done playing with its meal; now, it was time to feast. His dick pushed inside, parting pleasure-art-enhanced lips with ease as it dug its way into her. Fu Yilan gripped the sheets as her pussy, was thrust into. The three heads of height he had on her were made apparent when he pushed in fully. All she could see was his body, all she could smell was his scent. Something woody with wild undertones.

He looked down at her, something bordering on surprise mixed with satisfaction within his eyes. “They usually struggle more at the beginning.”

“Well, you certainly are big,” Fu Yilan replied, a bit out of breath.

“That’s all you have to say?” He barked a laugh. “I like you already. Maybe we can see if this arrangement can be extended.”

“Maybe,” she replied with a smile. She wasn’t particularly disinclined at the moment. It felt incredible after all, him inside her, thrusting to his heart’s content.

Three minutes later his gaze met hers once more. “This pussy isn’t normal. You learned pleasure arts?” Her nod made his grin widen even further. He let his body press on hers, crushing her with a cultivated body’s weight, probably made even denser by cultivation techniques.

His first orgasm erupted like a bullet, filling her up rapidly. It seemed like he had been rather backed up. Each pulse released energy the Void Lotus drank up greedily, ensuring that no pregnancy would occur simultaneously. Fu Yilan came as well, though not for the first time like him. She’d been riding several waves, a pussy made more sensitive, combined with his size and potent yang energy. It was not an arrangement that let her stay in perfect control. Fu Yilan didn’t mind that one bit though.

Each pulse was felt by her while he came, as well as the throbbing heartbeat transferred from him to her through the dick still buried inside her. Fu Yilan was breathing heavy, but she knew that a ninth-stage cultivator wouldn’t be finished after just this. And she was right. His dick barely softened before he pulled it out. That simple motion had Fu Yilan moaning already.

His length glistened from their combined juices, hard, long, and towering above her. He moved forwards slowly until his dick was positioned above her tits. He didn’t need to speak; she knew what to do on her own. As he lowered himself down, she pushed large breasts together, creating a sensual valley that swallowed his length whole.

Sensitive breasts were pushed aside as he started thrusting his hips in a regular motion. Her hands, creating a soft boob-sock for his manhood, played with her nipples, gently rubbing across the hardened nubs. Her body didn’t hold the yang energy to make it feel electric. Still, when combined with the feeling of her overly sensitive breast tissue, it was an experience that had her gushing down below. When she turned the nipples inward though, letting them brush against his shaft, she immediately moaned.

His dick’s tip was peeking out of her cleavage, an impressive feat considering her chest’s size. Clear precum beaded at the urethra, dripping down in stringy lines that ran between her collarbones. She couldn’t resist. A pink tongue that was slightly longer than normal pushed out and circled the sensitive tip, causing shivers in the man dominating her right now. Plump lips touched it in irregular intervals, both kissing and sucking in equal measure.

His next climax almost eclipsed the first in strength and volume. Long, white ropes shot across her face as she opened her mouth, trying to capture as much of the energy he was releasing. She caught a lot, creating a little lake of semen within her mouth. Fu Yilan showed him with a seductive smile before swallowing.

“Was that to your liking, Sir?” she asked between sucks, soft lips making sure not a drop was left behind.

He grinned, wiping a drop of cum from her cheek with his thumb, bringing it to her mouth. Fu Yilan sucked it off, tongue making sure nothing stayed on his hand. His thumb was inside for longer than it needed to be, and when he pulled back, it came out with a plop.

“Like two soft pillows for my dragon.” His face showed genuine admiration. Not in the romantic sense, but in the I-just-found-me-the perfect-slut sense. Fu Yilan liked that look. It meant she had done a good job, and it meant that his barriers were being lowered. Her value was increasing in his eyes, and that hopefully meant that he would let one or two things slip. Like what a ninth-stage cultivator was doing in a mostly mortal place like Splitgorge City.

More and more of his bestial side was shining through. He grabbed Fu Yilan, hoisting her up, hands on her thighs. They gave an appreciative squeeze before his dick was plunged into her. She was being tossed around, literally, as he shifted his hands to her ass, pushing her legs up and to her body. Fu Yilan wrapped her arms around his neck in a desperate bid not to fall due to the sudden change in position.

First, his arms moved her up and down, his strength letting him curl her body weight easily. That didn’t seem to be enough though. Taking two steps, Fu Yilan was pressed against the wall as he used its resistance to thrust deeper, apply more pressure. He knew that she was a cultivator and could handle it. Caught between his rock-hard dick and a literal stone wall, Fu Yilan couldn’t move at all in his grip. And yet, somehow, it aroused her even more.

Draining his vital yang energy, Fu Yilan slipped between the mind-splintering pleasure and lucidity for another two hours before he judged it was time for him to get back to work. He was insultingly fit after fucking her like that, while Fu Yilan took her time, lying on the bed, eyes to the ceiling and the finely stitched silk draped across it.

Returning through the door to Mr. Flip’s office, as she’d decided to call him due to his personality changes, Fu Yilan was about to leave again. He stopped her with calm words.

“Choose one of the outfits in the bedroom. Motivate the others.” The calm, dismissive voice with which he said such sexual things was jarring, but Fu Yilan didn’t mind wearing something like that. After all, her last two weeks had had her wearing a skimpy dress that she’d chosen to wear of her own accord. “Apart from that, you will be staying in here. Cultivate or get to know people. The approximate duration of our deal is one month, an eyeblink to us chasing immortality.” Mr. Flip paused for a moment, seemingly judging if he should keep talking. He did. “Those switches in personality are due to my cultivation art. So don’t worry, it’s not a different person that slips out. Just desire and suppressed character traits given a voice.”

A look back down at his desk and the pile of documents on top of it gave Fu Yilan the dismissal hint. He was right. A month was very manageable. She had noticed that the three weeks had flown by quickly as well. She could still remember her days as a mortal, how long a whole month could feel. Now that her lifespan had increased, maybe indefinitely, a month could easily be cultivated away in seclusion. Still, Fu Yilan wanted to see if there weren’t any other powerful cultivators here that could possibly aid her in advancing quicker than through regular cultivation. After all, there had been no exclusivity agreement with Mr. Flip, and he didn’t seem like the type to get jealous over something like that anyway. Well, not his rational side at least.

Walking through the spacious hallway to her room, she let her gaze glide over the gold used to decorate every free spot. Thin columns stood at the edge of the hallway, solely for aesthetic reasons. It made sense. As a merchant house, it was important to display wealth and portray to customers that their wares were safe with them. They had money, and if you worked with them, you would get money as well. Her steps were slow and measured as mortal workers hurried past. Her task was a different one, though she would work on it no less diligently. Her next advancement was just around the corner after all.

Three days later, Fu Yilan finally broke through to the seventh stage. She had started charming Mr. Flip with the Primal Pulling Meldoy, as well as her Bewitching Fox Steps, to increase vital yang energy yields from him. Despite that, it had been the orgasm he’d just shot into her that had been the drop that made the barrel overflow. Hiding her advancement immediately, she continued draining him steadily. A ninth-grade cultivator should be able to deal with that much.

A week later, Fu Yilan noticed, that more and more other disciples were arriving at the Blazing Sun Emporium’s massive local branch yet keeping a low profile. They arrived by night, cloaks hiding the sect uniform beneath. Each of them was at least at the fifth stage of the earth realm. Something was brewing, and Fu Yilan was unsure if she truly wanted to stay here. Was there going to be battle between the two rival merchant emporiums? It seemed possible, with how their mortal workers were acting. What made it all even more suspicious though was how tight-lipped everyone was. Still, she would find a way to gather the information.

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Everyone ate meals at the same dining room. The food tasted good, and while lacking qi, was tasty and plentiful. Fu Yilan almost didn’t care that the additional layer of taste, the dimension it unlocked, was missing. The other Golden Fang disciples did. And still, they only grumbled, never escalating a situation.

Fu Yilan’s alarm bells were now ringing loudly. Forty mid-realm cultivators. All obedient and subdued. No one saying a word. This was getting tricky. Still, after the first day, Fu Yilan noticed the glances. They were men, and she was one of the most beautiful women they’d ever seen, walking around in one of the skimpy outfits of Mr. Flip. Of course, eyes would be tracing the swell of her chest and the sway off her ass.

She didn’t stop them. Instead, Fu Yilan played the stupid girl, making those around her question how she’d become a cultivator. The busty beauty wasn’t a threat. She was there because she admired the Golden Fang Sect. She needed help, as all women did, especially by a large group of male cultivators.

Sitting in the large dining room with the other cultivators that were present in varying number, she let her eyes scan over the thirty people present, looking for someone who was talking a lot. Someone who was talking too much.

She raised some green beans to her mouth with her chopsticks, lips parting almost seductively. The men at her table were chatting, yet she could sense that their attention was mostly on her. Their conversation didn’t interest Fu Yilan though, and none of them would tell her their reason for being here. She wasn’t part of the sect, instead more of a toy their senior brother was keeping.

Since Mr. Flip only called her for sex though, not actually keeping her by his side for meals or private time, the men were unsure about her true status. None of them dared actually touch her, but they were slowly coming to the conclusion Fu Yilan had reached as well: That their senior brother didn’t particularly care if they fucked her as well, as long as he was satisfied.

A clean-shaven man sat two rows down, talking at, not with, his sect mates, while they let his words wash over them, focusing on their meal. His bowl stood barely touched, a piece of chicken between his chopsticks not showing any sign of moving towards his mouth. Fu Yilan decided then and there that he would be exactly whom she needed.

Filing him away for later, she took in an appearance that seemed entirely unimpressive. Face round and flat, with bushy eyebrows and a crooked nose. His hair was cut very short, giving his head an unfortunate egg-like appearance. Fu Yilan could sense the desperation to get attention behind the deluge of words. A dangerous glint appeared in her eye. He was prey and didn’t even know it yet.