The steam curled in thick, white ribbons around the bathing chamber, obscuring the carved stone walls and creating a hazy, intimate world. The water in the pool was heated by spirit stones, turning it a milky turquoise that shimmered under the dim light of the luminous pearls embedded in the ceiling.
Tianmo leaned back against the smooth edge of the pool, his arms spread out along the rim. The hot water relaxed his muscles, which were still sore from the grueling process of unsealing the third Supreme Dao Bone in his cervical region. The bone was now humming with power, connecting his spine directly to his brain, sharpening his reflexes to a terrifying degree.
Ruyan knelt on the stone deck beside him, a soft sponge in her hand. She was wearing a thin, wet silk wrap that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her face was flushed, not from the heat, but from the proximity to her Master.
"Lower," Tianmo commanded, his eyes closed.
"Yes, Master," Ruyan uttered. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against his wet shoulder as she ran the sponge down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and towards the waterline.
Her movements were gentle, reverent.
But Tianmo could feel the tension in her touch. The jealousy from the previous timr hadn't fully dissipated; it had merely been buried under a layer of obedience.
"You are still thinking about it," Tianmo said, his voice low and lazy, cutting through the sound of dripping water.
Ruyan's hand froze. "I... I do not know what Master means."
"You are thinking about the scent," Tianmo opened his eyes, turning his head to look at her. His gaze was piercing, seeing right through her flimsy denial. "You are wondering why I went to another woman when I have a perfect little fairy like you waiting at home."
Ruyan bit her lip, her eyes lowering. "This servant... this servant does not dare to wonder."
"Liar," Tianmo chuckled. He reached up, his wet hand catching a strand of her damp hair, and tugged gently, pulling her face closer to his. "Your body is honest but you are jealous."
"I..." She trembled, her breath hitching. "I just want to be enough for you, Master."
"You are enough for cultivation," Tianmo said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But a man has appetites that go beyond the Dao. Variety is the spice of life. Besides," his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "watching you squirm with jealousy makes you look even more delicious."
He pulled her down into the water.
Ruyan gasped as she slipped into the hot pool, the water soaking her thin wrap instantly, making it transparent. She ended up straddling his lap, her hands resting on his hard chest to steady herself.
"Master, the bath..." she stammered, her face burning deep red.
"Is for washing," Tianmo finished, his hands sliding up her thighs under the water, gripping her waist. "And for other things."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck, just below the ear.
"Hnnnn..." Ruyan let out a soft moan, her head tilting back involuntarily. The jealousy in her heart warred with the desire flooding her veins. She hated that he had been with another, but she couldn't deny the thrill of being chosen right now, in this moment. She was wet, throbbing heavily waiting to be devoured.
"Focus on me," he murmured against her skin. "Forget the other woman. There is only me, and there is only you."
He didn't take her there in the water. He didn't want to ruin the quality of the bath, but he teased her until she was a panting, quivering mess, her eyes glazed with lust and devotion.
"Ahhh.. Masterrrr...."
"Haaah, Haaah, Masterrrr..."
By the time he let her go to wash his back, the scent of jealousy had been replaced by the sweet, heavy aroma of arousal.
Daily Taming successful.
***
Breakfast was a lively affair, mostly due to Ling'er's presence. She was buzzing with energy, her fork stabbing at her spirit fruit with aggressive enthusiasm. It seems she has successfully managed to break through to the second stage of the Qi Refining realm.
He needs to help her upgrade her spirit root to a better quality.
"Big Brother! Did you hear?" she chirped, her mouth full. "The second round starts today! The betting pool in the sect is already open. The odds for you winning are... well, they're not even taking bets anymore. It's considered a given."
Tianmo sipped his tea, his expression calm. "Is that so?"
"Yes! Everyone is talking about your white hair," Ling'er said, eyeing him curiously. "They say it's a sign that you've touched the threshold of the Law. It's very mysterious. Very cool."
She paused, looking at Ruyan, who was standing silently by the wall, waiting to refill their teacups. Ruyan's eyes were downcast, her face slightly pale, but she moved with a fluid grace that hinted at her recent breakthrough.
"She looks... different today," Ling'er noted innocently. "Did you change your skincare routine?"
Ruyan flinched slightly but kept her head bowed. "The... the medicines Master gave me are very effective, Miss Ling'er."
"I see," Ling'er nodded, accepting the explanation easily. She turned back to Tianmo. "Brother, are you going to use that scary finger technique again today? The one that turned the stone pillar into dust?"
She had seen the technique when he was practicing that day. She even saw the test dummy, which got deep-penetrated. The technique was very lethal.
"If necessary," Tianmo replied noncommittally.
"Brother, you said you would reward me if I made a breakthrough to the second stage," Ling'er reminded him, her eyes shining with anticipation. She held out her hand, palm open, like a child expecting candy.
Tianmo finished his tea and placed the cup down with a soft clink. "Did I say something like that?"
He doesn't recall ever mentioning rewarding her with anything. Well, it doesn't matter regardless.
"Um, yes! You did!" Ling'er insisted, puffing out her cheeks. "You said, 'Work hard and I will make you proud.' And making me proud implies a reward! I want a weapon. Something pretty and shiny. Or maybe a defensive artifact!"
She looked at him with expectant eyes, her earlier jealousy over Ruyan momentarily forgotten in the face of material gain.
Tianmo sighed internally. He had indeed said he would make her proud, but the girl's interpretation was... creative. However, keeping his sister content was part of maintaining the stability of his rear base. A happy sister meant fewer distractions.
He reached into his spatial pouch and retrieved a small, hairpin made of Frost Iron. It was delicate, shaped like a snowflake, and glowed with a faint blue light.
[Item: Frost Lotus Hairpin]
[Grade: Heaven grade defensive artifact. ]
[Effect: Automatically forms a protective barrier when the wearer detects killing intent. It can also be used to launch a single freezing attack capable of freezing even a Nascent soul for three seconds. ]
"Here," Tianmo said, tossing the hairpin to her.
Ling'er caught it clumsily, her eyes widening as she felt the chill emanating from the metal. "B-Brother... What is this item? It feels so cold to touch."
"Frost Lotus Hairpin," Tianmo said casually, taking a bite of a spirit peach. "It's a Heaven-grade defensive artifact. It will automatically block an attack from others. After that, it needs three days to recharge. Or, you can inject your Qi into it to freeze an enemy for a few seconds."
Ling'er stared at the hairpin, her mouth hanging open. The blue light reflected in her wide eyes. "H-Heaven-grade? Brother, do you know how much this is worth? You could buy a small city with this!"
Indeed, many people die for a single heaven-grade artifact.
"I know," Tianmo wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"That's why I'm giving it to you. Don't lose it. And don't show it off to idiots."
Ling'er's hands trembled as she carefully pinned the snowflake-shaped metal into her hair. It felt cold against her scalp, a comforting weight. She jumped up and rushed over to Tianmo, hugging his arm tightly.
"Thank you, Brother! I promise I'll cherish it! I'll only use it if I'm about to die!" She said, her voice muffled against his sleeve. "You're the best big brother in the world!"
Ruyan, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, felt a twinge of envy. Ling'er could hug and thank Tianmo freely, openly. She couldn't even look him in the eye without permission.
Tianmo patted Ling'er's head absently, his expression neutral. "Mhm. Remember to cultivate. We will leave for the arena after lunch."
Ling'er nodded eagerly, releasing him and skipping back to her seat.
Tianmo watched her eat, a slight smirk playing on his lips. His sister was growing, both in strength and ambition. She was useful, a tool that could be sharpened and wielded.
As for the hairpin, it was a strategic investment. If she died, it would be a waste. If she lived, she would become a more reliable ally.
Ruyan, who had been quietly refilling the teapot, couldn't help but wonder what reward she would receive for her own recent breakthrough. Would it be another pill? A new technique? Or perhaps something more... personal?
She kept her gaze lowered, focusing on the steam rising from the teapot. But inside, her heart raced with a mixture of hope and nervousness.
Finishing her stuff, Ling'er left the hall.
"M-Master... What about my reward? I have also made a breakthrough to the mid-fifth stage of the Qi refining realm from the early-fifth stage."
Tianmo paused, the teacup halfway to his lips. He slowly lowered it, his dark eyes shifting from the empty doorway where Ling'er had exited to the kneeling figure beside him.
Ruyan regretted the words the moment they left her mouth. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm of fear and anticipation. She had spoken without permission, driven by the gnawing jealousy of seeing Ling'er receive such a precious treasure. She lowered her head further, pressing her forehead against the cold floor, her body trembling.
"This... this servant overstepped her bounds," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Please punish this lowly one. I do not dare to ask for rewards."
Tianmo set the cup down with a soft clink. He just wanted to drink tea peacefully.
Nevertheless,
He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence stretch out, heavy and suffocating. He could smell the fear rolling off her, mixed with that distinct, sweet scent of arousal that always seemed to cling to her lately.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Ruyan flinched but obeyed. She raised her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her face flushed a delicate pink.
"You compare yourself to her?" Tianmo asked, his voice devoid of emotion, making it impossible for her to gauge his mood.
"No! Never!" Ruyan cried out quickly. "Miss Ling'er is the Young Miss, a phoenix in the sky. This servant is merely mud on the ground. I... I was foolish. I was blinded by greed."
Tianmo reached out, his fingers gripping her chin, tilting her face up. His touch was cool, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You are right. You are not her," he said, his eyes roaming over her face. "She is my sister. She shares my blood. You are a slave. You share my bed."
The distinction was brutal, absolute.
"However," Tianmo continued, his thumb tracing her lower lip, "a tool that performs well deserves maintenance. If you become dull, I will simply replace you. But if you remain sharp... I have no objection to polishing you."
He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small, unadorned black vial. It looked plain, lacking the ethereal glow of the hairpin he had given Ling'er.
"Drink this," he ordered, placing the vial on the table.
Ruyan picked it up with trembling hands. "What... what is it, Master?"
"Yin-Yang Harmony Pill," Tianmo replied casually. "It is a waste pill for most, as it requires dual cultivation to activate. But for you, it will help stabilize your Nine Yin Body and allow you to absorb residual Yang energy from the environment more efficiently. It will also... make your skin more sensitive."
Ruyan's face turned a deep crimson. "S-Sensitive?"
"Drink."
She uncorked the vial and swallowed the bitter liquid. A warm glow spread through her stomach, traveling down to her core and up to her chest. Her skin felt hot, her nerve endings tingling as if they were being brushed by feathers.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, bowing low.
"Do not think that a pill puts you on equal footing with her," Tianmo warned, standing up. "Now, have your meal..."
With a wave of his hand, his clothes vanished into thin air, revealing his proud dragon, the pride of any man.
Ruyan's eyes widened, her gaze locking onto the sudden, imposing sight before her. The air in her lungs seemed to vanish, replaced by a sharp, sensual breath, the redness moving from her cheeks to the back of her ears.
She had seen it before, felt it inside her, but the sheer majesty of it never failed to steal her sanity.
It stood tall and thick, the veins pulsing with life, the head already glistening with a bead of anticipation. It was a weapon of conquest, a pillar of dominance, it is a divine that demanded worship.
"M-Master..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her body reacting instantly to the visual stimulus. The Yin-Yang Harmony Pill she had just swallowed seemed to amplify the effect, sending a rush of heat straight to her lower abdomen. Her folds grew slick, her clit throbbing in time with the beat of his heart.
"You have a meal to finish," Tianmo said, his voice calm and composed, completely at odds with his naked state. He walked toward her, his stride confident, his manhood swaying slightly with every step. "But first, dessert."
He stopped right in front of her, close enough that she could smell the musky, masculine scent of him. It was an intoxicating aroma, one that made her head spin and her mouth water.
"Open."
Ruyan didn't hesitate. She parted her soft cherry lips, her jade tongue darting out to wet them in nervous anticipation. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his thighs for support, and took him into her mouth.
Ggggggg!
She started slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty precum. She was clumsy at first, her inexperience showing, but her enthusiasm made up for it. She wanted to please him. She wanted to erase the scent of that other woman and replace it with her own saliva.
Tianmo groaned softly, his hand coming to rest on top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Use your tongue more. Cover your teeth."
Ruyan obeyed, flattening her tongue and running it along the underside of his shaft. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his size. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, the sensation of fullness overwhelming.
Slurp! Shluurrrrrppp!
The lewd sounds of her sucking filled the quiet dining hall, echoing off the walls. It was a perverse melody, one that spoke of feminine submission to raw masculine desire.
Tianmo watched her, his eyes dark with lust. He could feel the suction, the heat, the wetness of her mouth. It was good, but he needed more.
He wanted to feel her struggle, to see her eyes water.
He tightened his grip on her hair and began to thrust his hips gently, adding rhythm to her movements.
"Master, please... I can't breathe!" Ruyan gasped, pulling away for a moment, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip.
"Then don't breathe," Tianmo ordered, pushing her head back down.
He wasn't gentle. He didn't need to be. He knew she could handle it. The Nine Yin Absolute Body was built for this. Her lungs could survive longer without oxygen, and her throat was more elastic than a normal cultivator.
Ruyan obeyed, opening her mouth wider and letting him set the pace. He was relentless, using her mouth as if it were a pussy, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts.
Guck! Guck! Gukkk!
The head of his cock kept hitting the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, but she fought it, swallowing around him instead.
Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Her face was flushed red, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe through her nose.
The room filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their debauchery.
Slurp! Slurp! Shlurrrrp!
Gluck! Gluck!
"Good girl," Tianmo groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Your mouth is so warm. So wet. It's like a little oven."
"Hmmm... Mmmm....."
Ruyan moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his testicles. She was more than just a hole; she was a vessel of Yin energy, and that energy was seeping into his skin, enhancing his pleasure.
"Look at me," Tianmo commanded.
Ruyan raised her eyes, looking up at him through her lashes. Her irises were a thin ring of gold around dilated pupils, her gaze hazy with submission and desire.
"I want to see you choke," he whispered, his thumb brushing away her tears. "I want to see you struggle to take all of me. I want to see you gag on my cock like the greedy little slut you are."
His words sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She didn't understand why, but the way he spoke to her, the way he degraded her, it made her pussy throb with need. It made her want to prove herself, to show him that she could take it all.
She relaxed her throat further, opening her mouth as wide as she could, inviting him in. She wanted to be his perfect vessel.
Tianmo didn't hold back. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, his fingers tangling in her hair, and began to thrust in earnest.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
The sound was wet and loud, echoing in the silent dining hall. His hips moved like a piston, driving his length deep into her throat with every thrust.
Ruyan's eyes rolled back. She couldn't breathe. Her airway was completely blocked by his thick shaft. But she didn't struggle. She surrendered to the sensation, letting him use her mouth for his pleasure.
Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin, not to push him away, but to anchor herself against the onslaught.
She could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against her tongue, the head battering against her tonsils. It was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her head spin.
"Swallow," he commanded, his voice a low growl feeling his incoming load.
Ruyan obeyed, her throat muscles contracting around him, milking him as if she were trying to drink him dry.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Fuck... That's it," Tianmo groaned, his head falling back. "You're getting better at this. Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy."
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"Cough! Cough! Haaaah..." Ruyan took in huge gulps of air, her chest heaving. Her face was a mess of tears and saliva, her makeup ruined. But she looked up at him with adoration in her eyes.
"Did... did I please you, Master?" she asked, her voice raspy and hoarse.
Tianmo looked down at her, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You did well, come on open your mouth and show me..."
Ruyan's breath hitched, a mix of shame and dark excitement curling in her stomach. She obeyed, parting her bruised, swollen lips and tilting her head back.
She opened her mouth wide, exposing her tongue, which was coated in a thick, glossy sheen of saliva and his essence. It was a lewd display.
"Swallow it," Tianmo commanded, his voice dropping an octave, the spiritual pressure in the room spiking just enough to make her skin prickle.
Ruyan closed her mouth and made a visible, gulping motion. Her throat worked hard, forcing the thick, warm fluid down. She shivered as she felt it settle in her stomach, a ball of pure Yang energy that began to spread outward instantly.
"Show me," he said again.
She opened her mouth once more. Her tongue was clean, the only evidence remaining being the redness of her lips and the heavy panting of her breath.
"Good girl," Tianmo murmured, reaching down to pat her head, much like one would praise a dog. "The Yin-Yang Harmony Pill will help you digest that energy. Don't let it go to waste."
He turned away, his clothes materializing on his body in a swirl of black fabric, covering his nakedness as if the previous debauchery had never occurred. "Clean yourself up."
Ruyan remained kneeling on the floor, her heart pounding. She could feel the energy from his seed circulating through her meridians, clearing blockages she hadn't even known she had. It was potent, addictive.
She scrambled to her feet, her legs weak, and rushed to the washroom to prepare.