Chapter 41

When everyone left the dining hall, Fu Yilan immediately acted. She didn’t know how long before conflict would start, so every moment was important. Bumping into him as she passed him by, Fu Yilan stumbled, almost falling. His hand shot out on reflex, catching the damsel in distress. Instead of falling to the floor, she had fallen into his arms. Two big, sparkling eyes stared up at him, eyelashes fluttering. Fu Yilan hung on to him two moments longer than necessary before stumbling back, acting flustered. She had seen his gaze flicker from her eyes to her cleavage.

“I’m so sorry!” She bowed, chest almost spilling free out of the black top that wasn’t much more than a bra. It was one of two pieces not fully see-through, the other being a micro skirt that let several centimeters of soft, jiggling ass hang out. Pink, see-through silk with gold accents hung around her body in what could have been an outfit if it didn’t show everything that lay beneath, just barely obscured by the silk’s haze. It was obvious that she was dressed like this to tempt the men here. Still, when such temptation rubbed its soft body up to you, then apologized by letting tits almost spill free, it was very hard to resist.

“Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?” Fu Yilan saw him gulp at the question, eyes glued to her body before dragging them back to her face with what seemed like herculean effort. He was at the sixth stage and susceptible to the Primal Pulling Melody winding around every word Fu Yilan spoke.

“No– no need. It was a small accident. Such things happen.” His polite refusal wasn’t convincing.

“Please. At least tell me your name.”

“Please call me Disciple Han. What would I call the pretty flower I almost tripped?” Fu Yilan made a natural blush color her cheeks pink and looked away bashfully.

“Please, call me Lady Fu. And you might have made me trip, but those strong arms caught me immediately.” She almost rolled her eyes. Bashful and cute was a character she had sufficient practice in. This was too easy.

“I don’t usually do this but… would you like to join me for tea? As– as an apology.”  He nodded a bit too quickly. Fu Yilan pulled him along immediately.

There were rooms for just this purpose in the large compound of the Blazing Sun Emporium, meant for serving and entertaining guests. Fu Yilan dragged him into one that was empty and closed the sliding door, bamboo wood sealing the area against sound. The walls were painted a soft red, with cushions arranged around a low, central table.

“Oh, I don’t actually have any tea that contains qi. And mortal tea is a bit bland, especially when meant as an apology…” Fu Yilan looked to the floor, radiating uncertainty and sadness, looking incredibly pitiable.

“That’s no issue! I have some in my room, I can go get it quickly. You really made no mistake, truly.”

He turned to leave but Fu Yilan grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back around. The questioning look melted away as she got on her toes and kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. She could feel his shock but within moments he started reciprocating enthusiastically. Fu Yilan smiled in her mind. First step complete.

Quickly, she dragged him down onto the floor, soft seating cushioning them. Fu Yilan stayed more passive than she might have preferred, but she needed him to take the lead. She was just supposed to be a decoration in his mind, something that didn’t push back. So harmless that even important secrets didn’t matter if they slipped from his lips.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a beautiful woman before if you’re the standard. Maybe once, years back, when I was still in the second or third stage. I was back in Shiftreach. You probably don’t know where that is. I would be surprised if you did though. It’s always so odd to me when people mention names of cities as if one is supposed to know them. Shiftreach is rather unremarkable though, that’s why I would have been surprised if you’d known it–“

Fu Yilan sealed his mouth with another kiss. He really did talk a lot. Just not about the correct things. He kissed her back as his hand went to her skirt, pulling it off her. One smooth motion and his dick was in her pussy, making her moan into his ear, sensually. She let him go a few minutes, lowering the mental barriers further in the heat of intercourse.

“I’m so glad you’re all here protecting us. Protecting me.” Fu Yilan didn’t want him to notice where she wanted his monologue to go, but she still tried to steer him in the correct direction.

“Of course, understandable. You might be at the sixth stage, but still a woman. Sectless at that. I can understand that you would be scared and worried without us here. Especially in this number.” His breathing quickened slightly. He was nearing climax but she didn’t want him cumming yet. Reducing the tightness and making her pussy smoother,  meaning less friction to make him feel good, she kept him near the peak, yet only there and not further.

“Oh wow!” she half admired, half moaned.

“Yes, exactly!” His hips had sped up, and small grunts were escaping him. Still, he had found an audience willing to listen, as well as a topic he really wanted to talk about. “I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but…” Fu Yilan clenched slightly and a shiver went through his body. “But we’re hunting someone. A rogue cultivator, the Wandering Bloodblade, who stole a map. We’re sure it leads to this city but couldn’t decipher the riddle hiding its entrance further.”

Fu Yilan held eye contact, awe evident. As though she couldn’t possibly fathom an operation like that, and he was the greatest person ever for being part of it. She smiled, sweetly. To him, it seemed as though she was truly infatuated with his greatness. In truth, she was just happy that there would be no imminent fight that would have her caught in the middle.

“A map?” A simple question. He couldn’t resist talking some more. It just felt too good having a woman like her pay full attention to what he was saying. Especially while his dick was still within her.

“Oh yes, one that apparently leads to treasure. An ancient, powerful heavenly person has his tomb here, and we’re sent to intercept the Wandering Bloodblade. If he managed to decipher the riddle hiding the entrance, then we’ll follow him in. That’s why the conflict with the businesses. If many things are happening below the surface, he will feel safer entering, not drawing as much attention to himself. At the same time, our scouts will be harder to detect within the turbulent waters.”

He grinned at Fu Yilan, proud of his sect’s plan. She just pushed a finger into her cheek cutely and pouted slightly, question marks written all over her face.

“I don’t think I understand…”

“Hahaha, of course you don’t. But women don’t need to understand. You just need to do as told.” He smiled at her in a way that might have been meant to reassure her. How could one talk so much, yet be so bad with words.

Fu Yilan decided to end this here. Her pussy tightened, friction returned, and within five thrusts, he was breathing hard and on the verge of cumming. She sucked as much vital yang energy out of him as was safe and unnoticeable. His load pushed even more of his energy into her and the Void Lotus drank it all before Fu Yilan extricated herself from him. They got up, dressed, and left the tearoom. He had started talking about something new before they’d crossed the doorstep.

Well, this was interesting. A map to the tomb of a heavenly stage cultivator. A rogue cultivator, out for his legacy. And a cackle of hyenas in sect uniform, waiting for the kill so they could rush in and take the spoils for themselves. The only question she now had was how to get in there as well.

The next two weeks, Fu Yilan did her best to try and spend as much time with the senior disciple, the one leading this operation, Mr. Flip. Warming his bed whenever he asked? Done. Sucking him off from under his desk while he worked? Not a problem. And whenever he didn’t need her? Drain the other disciples.

To no one’s surprise, Mister Loudmouth could not keep a secret to save his life. A day later and every disciple she passed in the halls looked at her in a way that was pulling off her clothes right where she stood. She almost made it to the dining hall for breakfast when one of them pulled her aside.

“Do you want some of my yang? A fragile creature such as you could surely use it.” 

He was correct, Fu Yilan indeed had a use for his yang energy. When the two of them came late for breakfast, hair disheveled and a slight sheen of sweat on her body that made her glow in a way loudly announcing she’d just had sex, the floodgates opened.

When the meal finished, she was whisked away to someone’s room, who emptied himself into her. Fu Yilan made sure that it wasn’t just his sperm she sucked out of him.

It seemed like this sect was a lot more physical and instinct-driven than her old one. It tracked when compared to the mood-swingy behavior of their senior disciple. Being locked in the Blazing Sun Emporium’s house without any release had them acting in ways that definitely benefited her. The only time they were let out was on scouting missions to keep a cautious eye out for the Wandering Bloodblade. No time for whores and hookers. After all, their presence needed to stay under wraps.

Enhancing the extraction rate with her pleasure arts, Fu Yilan made quick and steady progress towards the eighth stage. With so many cultivators available, she could drain more than she usually would because the time between intercourse was longer per person. Thanks to that enhanced extraction rate, she managed to reach the last quarter of the seventh stage on week seven. Seemed like not much more to go.

Her goal was to make herself part of the group, someone who was present. Someone who wasn’t questioned if she happened to join a secret treasure hunt. After all, she was the group semen receptacle. One of theirs.

More and more did she get a hang on her new body. She didn’t really have any time to invest into her fighting arts. Instead, her own body’s control deepened. The pleasure she offered was unmatched, as many of the cultivators had told her. Reaching the seventh stage had also let her body odor be more arousing. Some enjoyed her smell more than others, sometimes taking a minute just inhaling deeply. The effect had been present, just not as pronounced.

Whenever Fu Yilan grew a stage, the Void Lotus Demoness art pushed her body a level further. It was perfection, in the arousing and sexual sense. Yet she had thought so repeatedly and still, every stage, something changed that improved her looks further. By now, Fu Yilan couldn’t even put her finger on what it was exactly. She just knew that she had gotten more alluring.