A single leaf, reddened by autumn's breath, drifted into Lu Ming's teacup. The evening sun, heavy with crimson light, glowed across the Snow Moon Sect—the strongest sect beneath the heavens.
Watching the leaf settle, Lu Ming reflected on his place within the sect. At eighteen, he had only recently entered as an inner disciple, already marked as a genius. Perhaps not as heaven-defying as his foster sister, Lu Yuechan, nor her closest companion, Xi Cheong, yet he believed he had walked his path as best he could.
So, it was only natural that he felt irritation at being treated like a child by Cheong.
"Here, little Ming, have some sweets!"
"I can take them myself, thank you very much."
"Oh, come now. It's not as though I haven't fed you before. Say ah." Cheong's voice was light, teasing, as she lifted her chopsticks toward his mouth.
With beauty that seemed carved by nature itself, and curves that strained the fabric of her flowing hanfu, Cheong was like a masterpiece wrought by heaven.
Which was precisely why Lu Ming's annoyance deepened—she never treated him with the slightest caution, as though he could be nothing more than a younger brother in her eyes.
Yet that face was unfair, and as unfairness goes, he could only sigh and open his mouth.
"You really are so innocent," Cheong laughed, slipping the sweet between his lips before ruffling his hair.
Why is she so beautiful… Lu Ming cursed inwardly, a strange sense of defeat pressing upon his chest. At twenty-six, Cheong had already stepped into the Profound Realm, her name spoken as one of the two most dazzling talents of her generation—alongside his sister, Lu Yuechan. Even when measured against the annals of history, few could compare; even the Divine Emperor himself had not touched the Profound Realm until his fifties.
Her beauty was no less formidable than her cultivation. The continent had recently abandoned its traditional "Top Ten Beauties" ranking, for Cheong and Yuechan stood so far above the rest that comparison itself had become meaningless.
If not for my sister, Lu Ming thought bitterly, perhaps I would not even be qualified to sit at the same table as her.
"Let's not tease little Ming too much, Cheong," Yuechan said softly, her voice carrying a gentle elegance. Dressed in a bamboo-green hanfu, her pink hair adorned with a delicate flower clip, she seemed like nature itself—serene, graceful, and radiant, her beauty rivaling Cheong's.
For as long as Lu Ming could remember, Yuechan had always been this way—graceful, composed, and utterly beautiful. He recalled the day he lost his parents to a monster disaster as a child, and how Yuechan, grateful to them for saving her life, had taken him in as a foster brother despite being only nine years his elder.
"So, why did you suddenly decide to visit? Surely it wasn't just to share snacks," Yuechan continued, her tone calm yet probing.
"Well, kinda," Cheong laughed, only to falter under Yuechan's gentle but pointed glare. She raised her hands quickly, chuckling nervously. "Just joking, joking~"
"I found this in the ruins of the South Sea," she said, her playful tone giving way to seriousness. "It looked unique, but I couldn't discern its nature. So I brought it here, hoping we could study it together."
Yuechan pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose and sighed. "You do realize such secrets are best kept hidden."
"Yeah, yeah," Cheong waved dismissively. "Better to let someone I trust use it than leave it to rot. Besides, as the next in line to the throne, it's not as though I lack treasures."
"Oh yes, I always forget you're supposed to be a princess," Yuechan quipped lightly.
"Hey, hey—what do you mean supposed to? I am a bona fide princess!" Cheong shot back, puffing her cheeks in mock indignation.
Cute, both Yuechan and Lu Ming thought at the same time.
"These runes seem fairly ancient, perhaps even predating the Divine Emperor's era," Yuechan murmured as she examined the cube. She guided her qi into it, but the surface remained inert, unyielding.
After a time, she passed it to Lu Ming. He studied the cube in silence, tracing the faint runes with his fingertips before deciding to test it with a drop of his blood, guiding his qi into its surface.
Well, there goes my chance to be something special, Lu Ming thought bitterly as nothing changed.
"Don't worry too much," Cheong said, trying to lighten the mood. "It isn't as though any of us managed to do something with it either." She leaned back in her seat, arms spread wide in mock surrender, her playful grin returning.
Heat rose to his cheeks as his eyes unintentionally fell onto her breasts as he quickly turned his gaze away, hoping neither Cheong nor Yuechan noticed.
Still, he couldn't help but think how it would feel to squeeze them with his hands, to have her on his bed as he explored her deepest ravines.
The instant he thought so, a sharp jolt coursed through his body.
"Wah!" Lu Ming cried, dropping it onto the table as his hand trembled.
"What… what happened?" Lu Ming asked, bewildered. But no answer came. His eyes fell onto Yuechan and Cheong, who now sat frozen, their gazes unfocused, as though their souls had been drawn elsewhere.
"Cheong? Sister?" Lu Ming exclaimed, panic rising as he found them unresponsive. Worried, he tried again, louder this time. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes," both replied together.
His eyes then fell onto the cube, which seemed to deteriorate slightly. The once-solid edges flickered, fragments of its surface peeling away like ash in the wind.
Lu Ming's breath caught. Is it… breaking? After I asked a question? Could it be...
"Raise your hands," Lu Ming asked cautiously.
Both Yuechan and Cheong obeyed, their movements perfectly synchronized, arms lifting in unison. Their eyes remained unfocused, their expressions blank, as though puppets bound by invisible strings.
Lu Ming's throat tightened as he swallowed hard.
A question rose in his mind—one he had always wanted to ask but had never dared. "Have you ever seen me as a romantic interest?" he asked, his voice trembling with hope.
Yet his hopes shattered as Cheong replied, her tone calm but distant. "No. You are important to me, but only as a brother. I have never thought of you as a romantic interest."
Although unintentional, Yuechan—still caught within the spell—echoed the same sentiment. "You are my foster brother, my family."
Perhaps normally, he would have accepted their words with maturity. But whether it was the cube's influence or simply the intoxicating realization that he now held the power to alter their truths, bitterness welled within him.
"No," Lu Ming said sharply, his voice trembling with defiance. "You love me like a lover."
The cube flared violently, its runes igniting with searing light. Flames of qi licked across its surface, consuming the ancient patterns as though resisting his command.
Lu Ming's breath caught. Intuitively, he understood—the cube was burning faster than it could twist their hearts. To force such a change was to risk destroying the artifact itself.
"Stop," he ordered.
At once, the flames subsided, the runes dimming back into silence. The cube lay inert once more, though a faint heat lingered in the air, as if warning him of its limits.
Lu Ming exhaled shakily. He realized then that altering feelings was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Yet, like a poison on his mind, he refused to let go of perhaps the one chance he had to have a relationship with Cheong.
"No, Yuechan as well," he thought dryly as he let himself loose and imagined his elegant foster sister naked on his laps, as she rode him with wanton abandon.
Think. Think. Lu Ming racked his brain until an idea surfaced. Sure, he could not change their feelings but he could exploit them.
"Both of you believe I have an incurable illness, a secret that can only be known among the three of us. The only known way to relieve my illness is if either of the two of you have sex with me and let me drain my balls into you. You will not question what the illness is and nor the method of cure."
"You will forget about the artifact. This meeting was organized because you could not stand me suffering from illness and wanted to propose a method to relieve my pain. The method you devise is to become my personal sex reliever since it would allow at least one of you to become always available to me."
"You understand that this relationship cannot be made public, after all my illness is a secret. So, you will appear as my taoist companion and eventual wives on public and forfeit any chance at relationships with other."
His qi and consciousness rapidly diminished with the wish, and the cube weakened alongside it. Yet Lu Ming's lips curved into a devious grin as he realized his gamble had paid off. He could feel it instinctively—the wish had been granted.
By the time he regained consciousness, dusk had already fallen.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Brother, may we come in?" Yuechan's voice called from outside. With her profound realm sensitivity, she had already sensed that he was awake.
"Sure," he replied, his heart swelling with anticipation.
He was not disappointed.
When the door opened, Yuechan and Cheong stepped inside, dressed in green and red Hanfu-inspired lingerie, respectively—garments that left little to the imagination.
Cheong, unlike her usual confident self, appeared uncharacteristically shy, one hand instinctively raised to conceal her body.
Yuechan, by contrast, seemed entirely unbothered. She fixed her gaze and immediately demanded, "Why didn't you tell us before things got so bad? Do you have any idea how worried we were?"
Hearing the sincerity in her words, and with the cube's temporary influence on his personality finally gone, Lu Ming felt a wave of shame wash over him. He longed for a way to undo his mistakes, to somehow reverse what had been done. Yet, deep within, he could not deny the unsettling truth—he actually liked the way things were.
Yuechan's elegant face flushed with sudden color, a faint redness blooming across her cheeks as she watched his cock rising beneath the blanket. It seemed large. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind—would she truly be able to fit it in?
In an effort to mask her embarrassment, she shifted into a sensual demeanor, leaning closer to Cheong—who remained shy—until her eyes flickered toward him. With quiet resolve, she said, "Don't worry. From now on, we will take care of you so that you won't have a relapse again."
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Morality be damned, Lu Ming thought as he questioned, "Are you sure you want to be my.. uh sex relievers?"
"Twenty-four seven, if need be," Yuechan remarked with firm seriousness.
"Y-yeah… yup. Don't worry, little Ming—let your sisters handle this," Cheong added, her attempt at confidence faltering into shy hesitation.
"Well, if you insist," Lu Ming said, finding their attempt oddly amusing. With a faint smile tugging at his lips, he slowly moved behind them and slithered his hands onto their exposed thighs and briefly paused at the string on their pelvis that would unlock their pussy for him to enjoy, before slowly trailing upward again until it finally onto their breasts.
"Mmhhhh~"
"Uhh~"
Yuechan and Cheong moaned as his left hand squeezed Yuechan's breasts while his right hand squeezed Cheong's. Lu Ming enjoyed the sensation of his thumb rubbing against their nipples as he pinched them.
Just a day ago, he was nothing more than a little brother-like figure to them. Yet starting today, these otherworldly figures -the dream of countless people in the continent- would be his personal sex slaves, using their tits and pussy to service him and milk his cock until his balls were drained.
He pushed them onto the bed and unclothed himself, displaying his cock in full glory.
Yuechan and Cheong blushed heavily as they watched him approaching to the bed. Though they had boldly claimed they would become his personal sex relievers, the weight of that promise felt entirely different now that it was suddenly real.
Not to mention Cheong, who was strangely weak to sensual matters; even Yuechan, though pretending to remain calm, let out an anxious chuckle as she wondered once more how it would ever fit onto her.
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"Cheong, suck my cock. Yuechan, remove Cheong's lingerie. But let her keep the underwear — so that I can unwrap her pussy myself when I take her virginity."
After his command, Yuechan moved behind Cheong and tore apart her upper garment, the force freeing her suppressed breasts with a bounce. Instinctively, Cheong covered her nipples but then with a flushed face, she removed her hand and instead lifted them up as if she were presenting an offering.
She then enveloped the base of Lu Ming's cock with her breasts as her lips worked their way onto the head of the cock.
Soon, the sound of slurping echoed the room as Lu Ming reeled in the sheer pleasure of having one of the most beautiful woman in the world and his crush give him a tit job.
Then, she popped off the cock from her mouth and took a deep breath before going deeper and eventually sucking it whole owing to her cultivator physicality.
"That's enough for now," Lu Ming groaned, almost unable to contain himself, "Lay on the pillow on all fours."
Admiring her ass that he had always dreamt about, he trailed her body again like a piece of art before exclaiming, "My cock will be pleased to lose its virginity to this divine artifact."
Slapping her ass, he remarked, "Springy and fleshy, just the way my little Ming likes it. I can almost imagine the way my balls will slap them as I thrust in and out of you."
He then roughly squeezed her ass until it went red and asked, "One last time, let me know if you are really ok? After all, we aren't lovers or anything."
"Don't worry and pound your stress away till your heart's content," Cheong replied as she moved her ass to make it easier for him to hold. "Remember to cum well inside me so that your illness is relieved."
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"Don't worry," he said as he tore apart the thin clothing that hid her pussy and moved his cock toward its base. "It would be sinful of me to not pound this divine body until I drain my balls."
With a thrust, Lu Ming then tore apart her hymen.
"Ahhhhnn ♡," Cheong moaned loudly as Lu Ming used her waist as a handle to thrust in and out of her, admiring the curves of her body as they danced gracefully to his cock exploring the deepest ravines of her body.
When he had met her the first time, he had wondered who would be the lucky bastard to claim her virginity. Well, turns out, he became that bastard.
He remembered the times when she dismissed him as a younger brother-like figure. The way she shamelessly flaunted her breasts as if he were not a threat. The way she moved her spankable ass as if he would not want to be deep inside her.
Not now, he thought as he spanked her ass and increased the intensity of his thrusts.
He had his hands on her waist, his cock riding her forbidden pussy, and balls slapping her ass. Something he could not even dream about in his wildest dreams.
"What is your role?" he questioned as he flipped her over to missionary style, his hands on her bouncing tits as he kept thrusting her.
"Yourr ssexx rellieeverr," Cheong replied incoherently, her athletic legs wrapping onto him.
"All mineeee," Lu Ming grunted as he creampied into the sex goddess moaning beneath him.
Moving his cock out of her pussy, Lu Ming turned his attention to Lu Yuechan, who gulped under his gaze.
"Ah ha, Ming, don't you need to rest," she said awkwardly, as she watched his glistening cock with fear.
"That's the thing about cultivators, you see," Lu Ming said as he made his way in front of her and slowly unclothed her outer lingerie as if he were unwrapping a birthday present. "We have a lot of stamina."
"And well," he said as he pointed to his cock, "my illness is flaring again."
Yuechan grew serious at the mention of his illness and looked at him with concern. "It seems to be throbbing—does it hurt?"
"Could you please help?" Lu Ming said, feigning pain as he lay on his bed.
"Don't worry," Yuechan replied, her voice as elegant as ever. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, just as she had done many times before. "Let your big sister take care of you."
Lu Ming remembered a wet dream he once had in his teenage years. In that dream, his gentle and elegant foster sister Yuechan had her face clouded with pleasure as she rode his cock, with her tits bouncing up and down as her lips met his.
He had felt disgusted at that dream and dismissed it as mere fantasy, but now, he gulped as he watched his goddess of a sister in the flesh as she removed the last layer of her undergarments, ready to milk his cock dry.
Yuechan straddled herself atop Lu Ming and used her hand to position his cock below her pussy.
"Umphh," Yuechan let out a soft moan of pain as she lowered herself onto him, the sensation tearing through her as though her pussy was splitting open. "Y-you are quite big, brother."
Lu Ming felt a sense of superiority in having his infallible and elegant sister -the dream of countless men in the world- lose her virginity to him.
For years, she had stood as the very symbol of elegance across the continent, inspiring countless poems that praised her grace. Yet now, she was willingly his sex reliever, offering her body for him alone to enjoy.
She moved her ass up until his cock was beneath her entrance again, then slammed down upon it.
"Uhmmm ah ♡," Yuechan moaned loudly as she rode his cock on the earnest, using her hands to squeeze her bouncing breasts, that jumped unrestrainedly with her motion.
He licked his lips as his eyes obsessively trailed over her towering breasts bouncing with her movements, her nipples adorned by the pinkest of areola, waiting for him to suck.
And he did just that.
The sounds of rhythmic grunts and slurping filled the room yet again as Yuechan expertly massaged Ming's cock with her pussy while Lu Ming was busy squeezing and sucking on her jiggling breasts.
He pulled the flower hairpin from her hair, letting her tresses fall free before flipping her over.
Known for her proper decorum and flawless posture, Yuechan's back was the very embodiment of elegance. He remembered how his eyes would sometimes inadvertently wander onto her ass when he walked behind her. Of how he wondered who would be the lucky guy to watch her shed her elegance.
Now he had her on all fours, her back was arched into a graceful arch like the symbol of elegance she was, as she presented her ass to him.
He spanked her ass and spanked it again, enjoying the feeling of having his refined sister muffle her moans onto a pillow.
With his cock positioned at her asshole, he entered with a thrust.
"Mmphhhh," Yuechan moaned as Lu Ming pounded her body with wild abandon, his fingers gripping tightly onto her sexy waist as he continued his spanks with each thrust.
"Remember," Lu Ming groaned as he kept thrusting into her, his eyes admiring the piece of art moaning under him. "You are my sex reliever. Your body now belongs to me."
"I-If that helps with your illness, Ahh~," Yuechan replied between her moans as she faced the continuous onslaught of his cock hammering onto her. "F-feel free to fuck me whenever you want."
"Yuechann," Lu Ming cried her name before draining his balls onto her.
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"Are you sure this can't wait until later?" Empress Cheong asked, worry etched across her face as she stood draped in a fiery Fengguan. "We have an announcement in just a few hours."
"Well, you know that I can't control my illness," Lu Ming said, one of his hands working its way onto her sizable breast while the other trying to slither its way onto her pussy.
"Fine, but do it fast," Cheong said, her fiery Fengguan shifting as she moved her robes aside to free her pussy and leaned against the table.
"You should help as well," she added, turning to Yuechan, who remained calmly seated in the chair.
Yuechan's eyebrows twitched; she wished she could take things slowly after the meeting, if only to avoid changing. Yet it seemed she had no choice.
Sighing lightly, she dropped her underwear and positioned herself beside Cheong, using her fingers to widen her pussy before looking back playfully with a wink, "Aim carefully. Can't have a wedding with our clothes filled with cum now can we?"