"System... Is there array formation?! That can be deployed that can help, fend off the powerful figures?"
[Ding]
[The current system shop is only capable of selling items that can aid the host in cultivation, not something that can help you fight highly powerful enemies or defend against them.]
[However, the host can upgrade the system...]
"Upgrade the system?" Tianmo murmured, his fingers tracing the rim of the cold teacup. The concept was absurd—a tool evolving like a living beast. Yet, in a world where men could shatter mountains with a shout and dragons slept in the blood of mortals, absurdity was merely another form of reality.
"System, elaborate on the requirements and costs for such an upgrade."
[Host! Do you remember what our first meeting?!]
"Ah, so could it be that I have to be simp and only then the system can be upgraded?!"
[Negative.]
[Host needs to help Liu Ruyan cultivate by spending resources on her, help her break through bottlenecks, and protect her. Once she reaches, foundation, golden core, nascent soul, void refining, etc realms... The system will be upgraded, unlocking more items in the shop and other functions. The host also receives bonus perks like infinite wealth at level 1, per level up.]
"..."
"System, why haven't you revealed this earlier?!" Tianmo's mental voice was a low growl, the calm surface of his mind rippling with agitation. "To hide such a crucial mechanic until now... Is this your way of testing my patience, or do you simply enjoy watching your host walk into a minefield blindfolded?"
[Ding!]
[The system is simply designed to only reply when asked aside from that, the system is a neutral entity.]
"Fair point..."
Tianmo sat in the silence of the courtyard, the wind rustling the bamboo leaves, creating a rhythmic, almost hypnotic, and cinematic sound, further enhancing the peerless grace and majesty of Tianmo.
A Nascent Soul powerhouse. A Holy Son with a mysterious ring and a connection to another world. A traitor within the enemy ranks who knew the existence of 'Systems'.
The variables were stacking up, creating a complex equation where the margin for error was rapidly shrinking to zero.
"Nevertheless, it's time to return to the sect and bring Liu Ruyan here..."
***
Purple bamboo peak, Azure Cloud Sect.
The sky was clear and serene, the air crisp and thin at this altitude. The aura was dense and misty, and the spiritual energy was abundant.
Woosh!
After reaching the great foundation, he could fly using the flying sword, and be had made sure to purchase a sinister sword, the aura alone making reality bend and twist.
[The Great Asura Sword.]
Tianmo descended from the sky like a falling star, the Great Asura Sword in his hand humming with malevolent vibration that distorted the air around it.
Liu Ruyan was in the garden, watering the newly sown seeds of the Spirit Gathering Grass. She wore a simple pale green robe, her hair tied back with a wooden hairpin, looking every bit the demure, obedient slave. Yet, her brow was furrowed, and her movements were jerky, lacking her usual grace.
She was troubled.
The scent on him... it was different today. It wasn't the usual scent of coldness. It was muskier, thicker... mixed with the cloying Yin of a woman she didn't recognize. And beneath that, the faint, salty tang of tears.
'He was with another woman.'
The realization hit her like a physical blow to the chest, causing her hand to tremble. A few drops of water splashed onto her sleeve, darkening the fabric. She bit her lip, jealousy flaring in her heart like a poisonous weed. Who was she? Was she prettier? Was her cultivation higher? Did she please him better?
'No,' she scolded herself, her grip tightening on the watering can until her knuckles turned white. 'I am a slave. I have no right to be jealous. My duty is to serve, to be a furnace, to be whatever he needs me to be. If he finds pleasure in another, it is because I am lacking...'
The logic was cold, but it was the only thing keeping her from breaking down.
She fell to her knees, bowing her head until it touched the dirt. "This slave greets Master!"
"Rise," he said, his voice smooth, yet carrying an undeniable command.
Liu Ruyan scrambled to her feet, keeping her head lowered, afraid to meet his gaze. She could smell it now—the scent of sex clinging to him like a second skin. It made her dizzy, a mix of arousal and heartache swirling in her stomach. Especially since the yin was very strong.
"You... you have returned, Master," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Did... did your cultivation go well?"
Tianmo walked past her, his steps slow. He stopped in front of the Spirit Gathering Grass, inspecting the leaves with a critical eye.
"It was adequate," he said, his tone indifferent. "And you? Have you been diligent?"
"Yes, Master! This slave has been watering the herbs and meditating on the breathing technique you gave her," she replied quickly, eager to please, to prove her worth. "I... I feel the Qi moving smoother in my dantian now."
Tianmo turned to face her. He reached out, his fingers cold as they brushed against her cheek, lifting her chin so she had to look at him.
Liu Ruyan flinched at the touch, her eyes wide and watery. She saw her reflection in his dark pupils—small, fragile, terrified.
"You are trembling," Tianmo observed. "Why?"
"I... I..." She choked on the words, the jealousy burning her throat. She couldn't say it. She couldn't accuse him. 'I am jealous because you smell like another woman.' It sounded pathetic. It sounded like a death sentence.
"I am just... overwhelmed by Master's aura," she lied, her voice trembling. "You have grown much stronger. This slave is... happy for you."
Tianmo's eyes narrowed slightly. He could sense the turmoil in her Qi, the chaotic rhythm of her heart. He wasn't a fool; he knew exactly what she was smelling. He could see the way her eyes darted away, the way her hands clenched at her sides.
"When I left... You were at the Mid-fifth stage Qi refining cultivator, now you are at the late stage... How is the Jade Heart Sutra?!" He asked, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her skin.
"The Jade Heart Sutra is... profound, Master," Liu Ruyan whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "It allows me to absorb the Yin Qi from the surroundings, but... but it requires me to... to..."
She trailed off, her face flushing a deep crimson. She couldn't say it. She couldn't tell him that the manual required her to fantasize, to stir the lust in her heart to refine the energy. To do so while standing in front of him, smelling the scent of another woman on him, felt like a betrayal of her own heart, yet a perverse form of loyalty to her duty.
"Good! You have been practicing well, I shall reward you, take a bath, and come to my chamber, right now," Tianmo said, his voice devoid of the warmth one might expect from a lover, yet carrying a heavy, possessive weight that made Liu Ruyan's knees weak.
He turned and walked toward the main hall of the residence.
She remained standing there for a moment, her heart beating rapidly against her ribs like a trapped bird.
With a deep, shuddering breath, she turned and walked toward the bath chamber. The air was thick with steam, scented with lavender and snow-lotus essence, a sharp contrast to the musky, primal scent that still clung to her master's robes.
She undressed slowly, her movements mechanical. The pale green robe slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet, followed by the thin silk undergarments. She caught a glimpse of herself in the polished bronze mirror—her skin was fair, her curves soft yet developing the resilience of a cultivator, but her eyes were haunted.
She stepped into the wooden tub, the hot water enveloping her like a womb. She scrubbed her skin vigorously, not to clean it, but to scrub away the phantom sensation of inadequacy. She washed her hair, rinsing it until it shone like black silk.
She had to be perfect. If she weren't, he would discard her. If she was discarded, she would return to being nothing—a nameless orphan with a Nine Yin Body physique, hunted by those who would turn her into a dried-up furnace.
After drying herself, she applied a light layer of 'Moon-Whisper' perfume to her neck and wrists—a subtle, floral scent that was known to soothe the mind and stir the blood.
She donned a set of semi-transparent red robes, the fabric clinging to her damp skin, leaving little to the imagination. It was a bold choice, a desperate gamble to capture his attention.
She walked to the door of his chamber, her heart hammering against her ribs. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then knocked.
Knock. Knock.
"Enter," Tianmo's voice came from within.
Liu Ruyan pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit by a few luminous pearls, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the furniture. Tianmo sat on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He had changed into a set of loose black robes, his long hair draped over his shoulders like a waterfall of darkness.
He didn't open his eyes as she approached. She could feel the pressure of his aura—it was heavier than before, denser. It pressed against her skin, making it hard to breathe.
"Master..." she whispered, sinking to her knees beside the bed. She rested her head on his thigh, her body trembling slightly. "This slave is ready."
Tianmo opened his eyes. They were like two abyssal pools, reflecting no light, only a cold, terrifying depth. He looked down at her, his gaze dissecting her, stripping away her layers of fear and insecurity until only her soul remained.
"Are you afraid," he stated less of a question, his voice devoid of accusation.
"This slave... this slave is just unworthy of Master's presence," she stammered, her voice cracking.
"Unworthy?" Tianmo reached out, his hand tangling in her damp hair, pulling her head back gently so she had to look up at him. "You possess the Nine Yin Body. In the entire Azure Cloud region, there are perhaps fewer than five women with a constitution as pure as yours. To call you unworthy is to call the heavens barren."
"Good dressing..." Tianmo said, his eyes scanning the semi-transparent red robe that clung to her damp skin like a second layer of flesh. The fabric did little to hide the curve of her hips or the soft swell of her breasts, the dark shadow of her nipples clearly visible through the sheer silk.
He pulled her up from the floor, his grip firm but not bruising. Liu Ruyan stumbled slightly, her hands instinctively resting on his shoulders to steady herself. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, her skin flushing a deep pink under his scrutiny.
"Master..." she breathed, her voice trembling.
"Turn around," he commanded.
Liu Ruyan obeyed instantly, turning her back to him. She could feel his gaze burning into her, tracing the line of her spine, the dip of her lower back. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a strange heat was building in her lower abdomen.
Tianmo's hand moved to the sash of her robe. With a sharp tug, he undid the knot. The red silk slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely naked in the cool air of the room.
"Come sit on my lap..."
Liu Ruyan felt a lump of honey stuck in her throat, a sharp, ragged sound that seemed deafening in the quiet room. She hesitated for a fraction of a second.
She turned, her movements stiff and jerky, and climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight as she straddled his legs, her knees sinking into the soft silk sheets. She hovered over him for a moment, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, before slowly lowering herself onto his lap.
The moment their skin touched, a gasp was torn from her lips.
"Haah...♡"
Beneath her, she could feel it. Even through the fabric of his loose black robes, the heat of his manhood was undeniable—a rigid, searing pillar of flesh that pressed insistently against the soft, wet folds of her lower lips. It felt like a brand, marking her as his property.
Tianmo didn't rush. He sat still, his hands resting lightly on her waist, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her skin was flushed a delicate pink, glowing with health and arousal. Her breasts, pert and flawless, rose and fell with her shallow breathing, the dark peaks hardened into tight buds from the cool air and her own excitement.
"You are trembling," Tianmo murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. "Is it fear? Or is it desire?"
"Both... Master...♡" Liu Ruyan whispered, her voice barely audible. She squeezed her eyes shut, her head falling back as she involuntarily ground her hips down against him. The friction of the cloth against her sensitive clit sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. "It feels... so hot...♡"
Tianmo's grip on her waist tightened. He pulled her down harder, mashing her wetness against his hardness, letting her feel the sheer size and weight of what awaited her.
"Tell me, Ruyan," he whispered, leaning forward. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to shiver violently. "Did you miss me while I was gone?"
"Yes... Yes, Master...♡" she cried out, her voice trembling with sincerity. "Every moment... every breath... I thought only of you...♡"
"Did you touch yourself?" he asked, his tone dropping, becoming darker, more demanding. "Did you slide your fingers into this little hole and imagine it was me?"
Liu Ruyan's face burned with shame, but the heat pooling in her belly was undeniable. "N-No... Master... This slave... this slave did not dare...♡"
"Liar," Tianmo growled softly.
Without warning, he bit down on the side of her neck.
"AAHHH!♡"
The pain was sharp, electric, instantly melting into a throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl. He didn't break the skin, but he sucked hard, marking her, claiming the pristine white canvas of her skin with a dark purple bruise.
"You are a furnace," he murmured against her skin, his tongue laving over the bite mark to soothe the sting. "A furnace needs fuel to burn. Did you not feel the emptiness? The cold ache in your womb?"
"Y-Yes...♡" she sobbed, her defenses crumbling under his assault. "I felt empty... I felt so cold without you...♡"
"Good."
His hands moved from her waist, sliding up her ribcage, agonizingly slow. His fingers were a rough texture a stark contrast to the softness of her skin. He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms, squeezing them firmly.
"Mmm...♡"
Liu Ruyan arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands, silently begging for more. Her breasts were not as massive as Madam Zhu's, but they were perfectly shaped—mounds of soft, white flesh that fit his hands as if they were made for them.
Tianmo began to knead them, his fingers digging into the soft tissue, molding them like clay. He started slow, a rhythmic squeezing that matched the beating of her heart. He would pull them apart, watching the pale flesh stretch, then push them together, burying his face in the deep cleavage.
"Haah... Haah... Master...♡" Liu Ruyan moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes losing focus. The pleasure was intense, a direct line from her chest to the throbbing heat between her legs.
He focused his attention on her nipples. They were swollen, pink, and begging for attention. He took the left one between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it—hard.
"HNNNNGGGGHHH!♡"
Liu Ruyan's body jerked, a jolt of enlightenment shooting through her. "It hurts...♡ It hurts so good...♡"
Tianmo twisted the nipple, pulling it away from her body, stretching the breast into a cone. He watched her face contort in a mix of pain and ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream.
"Look at you," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Your body is so honest. You say you are a slave, but your tits... they are so greedy. They love being punished."
He released the left nipple and moved to the right, giving it the same treatment—pinch, twist, pull. Then, he leaned down and took the abused, throbbing peak into his mouth.
"Guhhh...♡"
His tongue was hot and rough, swirling around the areola before he bit down gently on the nipple itself.
"AAHHH!♡"
Liu Ruyan's hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against her chest. She didn't know if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. The sensation was overwhelming—a wet, sucking heat that seemed to pull at her very soul.
Tianmo alternated between her breasts, licking, biting, and sucking until they were glistening with his saliva, the skin red and sensitive. Every time his teeth grazed her flesh, a fresh wave of moisture flooded her pussy, soaking through his robes and wetting the fabric beneath her.
"Master... please...♡" she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily, rubbing her slit against his hardness. "I need... I need more...♡"
Tianmo pulled back, admiring his handiwork. Her breasts were heaving, covered in bite marks and red patches, the nipples standing out like hard, ripe berries. Her entire upper body was flushed a deep, rosy pink, the blush spreading all the way down to her stomach.
"So impatient," he chided softly, his hand trailing down her stomach, dipping into her navel, then moving lower. "But I suppose a furnace must be fed."
His fingers reached the junction of her thighs. She was soaking wet. The hair there was damp and matted with her arousal, the scent of her musk mixing with the perfume she had applied, creating a heady, aphrodisiacal fragrance.
Tianmo didn't tease. He pressed his middle finger against the tight, dripping entrance of her flower.
"Tell me," he commanded, his voice vibrating against her chest. "What is this?"
"It... It is my flower...♡" Liu Ruyan gasped, her breath hitching as his finger circled the rim, gathering the slick fluid. "It is... it is a jade gate... a pink lotus... waiting for the master's key...♡"
"Poetic," Tianmo murmured, a dark amusement coloring his tone. "But let us see how deep this lotus blooms."
He pushed his finger inside.
"UUUGGGHHHH!♡"
Liu Ruyan's back arched violently, her body impaling itself on the intruder. The sensation was overwhelming—a sudden, filling pressure that seemed to push against her very core. Her inner walls clamped down instantly, rippling around his finger in a rhythmic, greedy spasm.
"So tight," Tianmo observed, his eyes narrowing as he felt the resistance. "And so wet. You are dripping like a river in flood."
He began to move his finger, dragging it against the upper wall of her channel, searching for that one spot that would make her see stars.
"Haah... Haah...♡"
Liu Ruyan's moans were broken, punctuated by the wet, lewd sound of his finger pumping in and out of her. Her head fell forward, resting on his shoulder, her hot breath panting against his neck.
"Do you like that?" he asked, adding a second finger, stretching her further.
"YES!♡ YES, MASTER!♡" she screamed, her voice cracking. "It feels... it feels like I'm melting...♡"
He curled his fingers upward, finding the rough patch of flesh inside her.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
The scream was raw, primal. Liu Ruyan's entire body convulsed, her legs trembling so violently she could barely stay upright. Her vision exploded into white light, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"There it is," Tianmo whispered, his voice calm amidst her storm. "The source of your Yin."
He began to rub that spot with a ruthless, circular motion. His fingers were a blur, a relentless machine driving her toward the edge.
"Haah... Haah... Too much...♡" she sobbed, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face. "I'm going to... I'm going to break...♡"
"You won't break," Tianmo stated, his voice absolute. "You will bloom."
He increased the pace, the wet, squelching sound echoing in the room like a lewd applause.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!*
"Look at me," he commanded.
Liu Ruyan forced her eyes open, her gaze unfocused and swimming in tears. She looked down at him, at the cold, beautiful face that was ruining her with such clinical precision.
"Cum for me," he ordered.
The command was the final trigger.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!♡"
Liu Ruyan's body seized up, her back arching into a perfect bow. Her vagina clamped down around his fingers like a vice, milking them as if trying to pull them deeper into her womb.
She didn't just cum; she erupted, like a volcano.
A clear, fragrant fluid gushed from her, spraying against his palm and soaking his robes. It was a violent, full-body orgasm that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back until only the whites were visible.
"GAAAAHHHHHHHHH!♡"
Her consciousness fractured, floating in a sea of euphoria. She could feel her Dantian trembling, the Qi within her swirling violently, mixing with the essence of her pleasure.
But Tianmo didn't stop.
Even as her body convulsed and twitched in the aftershocks, he kept his fingers buried inside her, rubbing that sensitive spot with merciless precision.
"NO!♡ NO MORE!♡" she begged, her voice a broken, breathless whimper. "I can't... I can't take any more...♡"
"You can," he said simply. "And you will."
He curled his fingers again, pressing harder.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
Another orgasm tore through her, crashing over the first like a tidal wave. Her body went limp, collapsing against his chest, but he held her up with one arm while his other hand continued to work between her legs.
"One," he counted, his voice calm. "Two."
He was counting her orgasms.
"Three."
Liu Ruyan was delirious. She was nothing but a vessel of pleasure, a puppet dancing on the strings of his fingers. Her mouth hung open, drool leaking from the corner, her tongue lolling out as she panted for air.
"Master...♡ Nnnn...♡" she babbled, her mind completely shattered. "I'm dying... I'm dying of pleasure...♡"
"Death by pleasure is a good way to go," Tianmo murmured. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a conquest, a bloody damm battle.
His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating hers, tasting her saliva, mixing it with his own. He swallowed her moans, her gasps, her very breath.
"Mmmph!♡"
Liu Ruyan's eyes widened, then rolled back as the lack of air and the intense stimulation pushed her into a dizzying, euphoric state. Her body went limp, surrendering completely to the onslaught, her legs trembling in his grip as he held her folded against his chest.
He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips before snapping. Liu Ruyan gasped, her chest heaving, her face flushed a deep, humiliated crimson.
"Look at you," Tianmo whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You are a mess."
He pulled his fingers out of her with a wet pop. A flood of fluids followed, pouring out of her and soaking his robes.
"Clean it," he commanded, bringing his dripping fingers to her lips.
Liu Ruyan didn't hesitate. The shame was gone, replaced by a mindless devotion. She opened her mouth and took his fingers in, sucking them clean, her tongue swirling around the fingers to gather every drop of her essence.
"Slurp... Slurp...♡"
She moaned around his fingers, her eyes looking up at him with a mixture of adoration and utter devastation.
"Good girl," Tianmo said, pulling his fingers out. He wiped them on her cheek, leaving a glistening trail.
He then grabbed her hips, lifting her up slightly. His cock, still trapped inside his robes, was rock hard, throbbing with a need that demanded satisfaction.
"Now... Get on your knees and suck my rod, if you do well, I might just give you a reward that will make your cultivation soar," Tianmo said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air in the room.
Liu Ruyan's heart skipped a beat. A reward? The promise was like a hook in her soul, reeling her in. She knew the nature of this "reward"—it would likely be another session of dual cultivation, a flood of his Yang essence to nourish her Nine Yin Body. But to a starving woman, even the promise of crumbs was a feast.
She slid off his lap, her legs trembling so violently they nearly gave out. She knelt on the floor between his parted legs, the cold wood biting into her knees, but she welcomed the sensation. It grounded her, reminded her of her place.
She reached up with trembling hands, her fingers fumbling with the knot of his sash. The fabric was damp with her own juices, making the knot tight and stubborn. Finally, it gave way.
The black robes fell open, exposing the chiseled expanse of his abdomen and the thick, angry pillar of flesh that sprang forth from a nest of dark curls.
Liu Ruyan gasped, her eyes widening. Even though she had seen it before, the sheer size of it never failed to intimidate her. It was a monster, a weapon of war, veins pulsing with the heat of his blood, the head flared and dark red, leaking a bead of clear precum.
"It's... so big... Hnn... M-Master... Did it grow again♡" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and reverence. She leaned forward, her hands wrapping around the base. Her fingers couldn't even touch, he was so thick.
First, she gently started by stroking his shaft. Her small, pale hands looked tiny against the angry, throbbing girth of his manhood. She moved them up and down, her grip firm yet trembling, the friction of her skin against his sending jolts of pleasure through his core.
"Haah... Haah...♡"
Her breath hitched as she felt the pulse of the vein beneath her palm. It was like holding a living beast, one that was currently dormant but could wake at any moment to devour her.
She leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum gathering at the tip. The taste was salty, musky, and undeniably him*. It coated her tongue, sliding down her throat and settling in her stomach like a warm, heavy stone, leaving a powerful aftertaste.
"Delicious...♡" she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "Master's taste... it's intoxicating...♡"
She opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw to its limit, and took the head inside.
"Guhhh...♡"
The stretch was immediate. Her lips were pulled tight, the corners of her mouth stinging as they struggled to accommodate his size. She breathed through her nose, her mind focusing solely on the task: pleasing him, worshipping him.
She began to bob her head, her tongue swirling around the glans, lapping at the sensitive underside where the head met the shaft. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the rhythm matching the frantic beating of her own heart.
"Look at me," Tianmo commanded, his voice a low growl from above.
Liu Ruyan forced her eyes upward, her gaze locking with his through the strands of her hair that had fallen over her face. The eye contact was humiliating, intense. It stripped away her last shred of dignity, leaving her exposed as a cocksleeve, a vessel for his pleasure.
"Mmmph...♡"
She moaned around his shaft, the vibration sending a shudder through Tianmo's body. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, relaxing her throat to suppress the gag reflex that threatened to choke her.
She wanted to take it all. She wanted to prove she was worthy.
She pushed forward, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. She swallowed, the muscles of her esophagus contracting around him, massaging the length in a wet, tight embrace.
"Gaaaaahhh!♡"
She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she forced herself down another inch, her neck bulging obscenely as the thick intruder carved a path through her throat.
"Good," Tianmo groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, not pushing, just holding. "Your throat is tighter than your cunt. It feels adequate."
Adequate.
The word stung, but it also fueled her. She wanted to be more than adequate. She wanted to be essential.
She began to move faster, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva coating his shaft in thick, glistening ropes. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the room—slurp, gluck, slurp, a lewd symphony of submission.
She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth, sucking hard on the head, her tongue piercing the slit to gather more precum, then slammed down, taking him deep into her throat again.
"Guuuhhh...♡"
Her nose pressed against his base, breathing in the scent of his masculinity and arousal. It was dizzying, making her head spin.
She stayed there, holding him in her throat, her lungs burning for air. She counted the seconds in her head, one, two, three, fighting the urge to breathe, fighting the urge to pull back. She was his completely; even her breath belonged to him.
Finally, just when black spots began to dance in her vision, she pulled back, gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"Haa... Haa...♡ Master...♡" she panted, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "Am I... am I doing well?♡"
Tianmo looked down at her. Her face was a mess, tears streaking her cheeks, saliva dripping from her chin, her eyes red and swollen. Yet, the adoration in them was blinding.
"You are acceptable," he said, his voice calm, though his breathing had deepened. "But acceptable is not enough. I want you to devour it. I want you to consume my essence and let it become a part of you."
He reached down, grabbing her head with both hands. His fingers dug into her scalp, holding her in a vice grip.
"Open wide," he commanded.
Liu Ruyan obeyed instantly, opening her mouth as wide as she could, tilting her head back to straighten her throat.
Tianmo didn't wait. He thrust his hips upward, driving his cock into her mouth with brutal force.
"GLUCK!"
The sound was wet and violent. Liu Ruyan's eyes bulged, her hands flying to his thighs to steady herself. He hit the back of her throat, then pushed past, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful motion.
"GAAAAHHHH!♡"
She gagged violently, her body convulsing, but he held her still, forcing her to accommodate him. He began to fuck her face, his movements fast and relentless.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, each withdrawal left her gasping and choking. She was nothing but a hole for him now, a living fleshlight designed to milk him dry.
The lack of oxygen was making her lightheaded, sending her into a trance-like state. The world narrowed down to the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her throat, the taste of his precum.
"Haah..." Tianmo growled, his hips snapping upward with increasing speed.
He could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in his balls. The sight of her—his slave, his property—on her knees, choking on his cock, was a visual aphrodisiac that pushed him closer to the edge.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained. "And you are going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?"
"Mmmph!♡"
Liu Ruyan moaned around his shaft, her eyes rolling back. She nodded as best she could, her tongue working frantically against the underside of his cock, eager for the reward.
With a low, guttural roar, Tianmo slammed forward one last time, burying himself deep in her throat.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Hot, thick ropes of essence erupted from him, shooting directly down her throat.
"MMMMMPH!♡"
Liu Ruyan's eyes widened as she felt the torrent flood her. It was hot, salty, and potent, coating the walls of her esophagus as it pumped directly into her stomach. The sheer volume was staggering—each throb of his cock released a load that felt heavier than a stone, filling her so quickly that her lower belly began to distend slightly from the sheer quantity of fluid.
"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...♡"
She swallowed frantically, her throat muscles working overtime to milk him, desperate not to waste a single drop of his gift. The taste was overwhelming: a heady mix of salt, musk, and a strange, sweet aftertaste that seemed to ignite her blood.
Tianmo held her head down, his grip iron-tight, forcing her to take every last spurt. He groaned, his head falling back, the pleasure of release washing over him like a tidal wave.
"Drink it all," he commanded, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it nourish your Nine Yin Body."
Finally, the pulsing slowed, then stopped. Tianmo's grip on her hair loosened, and he slumped back against the headboard.
Liu Ruyan pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out of her throat with a wet, lewd polp.
A thick mixture of saliva and cum connected her lips to the tip of his member, a glistening bridge of their union that snapped as she sat back on her heels.
"Haa... Haa...♡"
She gasped for air, her lungs burning gratefully as oxygen rushed back in. Her face was a ruin—tears streaked her flushed cheeks, saliva coated her chin and neck, and her eyes were dazed, swimming in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
She looked down at her stomach. It was slightly swollen, a small, round bump visible beneath her pale skin. She pressed a hand against it, feeling the warmth of the liquid churning inside her.
"So much...♡" she whispered, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "Master... you filled this slave so full...♡"
Tianmo looked down at her, his eyes cold yet satisfied. He reached out, wiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, then pressed it to her lips.
"Clean it," he ordered.
Liu Ruyan didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to capture the drop of essence on his thumb. She swirled it around, savoring the taste, before sucking his thumb clean with a lewd, wet sound. Her eyes, still dazed and swimming in tears, locked onto his with a look of utter devotion.
"Thank you... Master...♡" she whispered, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "This slave... is honored to receive your seed...♡"
Tianmo pulled his hand back, his expression calm, though the satisfaction in his eyes was undeniable.
She was a mess, but she was his mess.
"Now then... Tell me how would you like to get fucked, do you have any position you like?!"
Liu Ruyan blinked, her dazed eyes struggling to focus. The question hung in the air like a heavy fog, confusing her pleasure-addled mind. A position she liked? Since when did a slave have preferences? Her entire existence revolved around his desires, his whims. To ask her what she wanted was like asking a sword how it preferred to be swung. Her entire body turned a shade of pink.
"I... I..." She stammered, her voice hoarse from the brutal face-fucking. She looked down at her hands, resting on her thighs, then back up at him. "This slave... this slave does not know. Master... The master should use this slave however he pleases. Ruyan is just a vessel... a hole for Master's enjoyment...♡"
She bowed her head, her hair falling forward to curtain her flushed face. "Whatever position makes Master feel good... that is the position Ruyan likes.♡"
Tianmo looked at her, a faint, cold smile touching his lips. Her answer was perfect—utterly submissive, completely erased of self. Yet, the flicker of hesitation he had sensed earlier told a different story.
"I will ask once again... If you fail to answer or dodge the question you will leave right away." His tone was cold, and sharp.
"Tell me what position you like... How do you want your master to ruin your lotus, and fill you with his reward?"
Liu Ruyan's body trembled violently at his words. The threat of being sent away—of being discarded—was a blade pressed directly against her throat. To be cast aside after tasting this heaven, after feeling the nourishment of his Yang essence, was a fate worse than death.
She raised her head, her eyes swimming with tears, her face flushed a deep, humiliating crimson. She couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes darting nervously around the room before finally landing on the wet, messy sheets beneath them.
"I... I..." Her voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of her shame. "I want... I want to see Master's face while doing it... I want to see the pleasure in Master's eyes as he ruins this slave."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning so hot she felt like steam might rise from her skin. "I want... I want to wrap my legs around Master's waist... to pull him in... to never let him go... even if it breaks me."
She took a shuddering breath, forcing the final words out, the confession tearing down the last walls of her dignity.
"I want to get on top of master and do all the work, ride him like a horse and take his seed deep inside my womb...♡"
The confession hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Liu Ruyan squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning so hot she felt like steam might rise from her skin. She had said it. She had voiced the forbidden desire that lurked in the darkest corners of her heart—the desire to be the active participant, to be the one taking pleasure from him, even if it was in the act of serving him.
Silence stretched.
Then, a low, dark and smallchuckle echoed in the room.
"Is that so?"
Tianmo's voice was like velvet wrapped around a blade. "You want to ride? You want to take control? Very well. Let us see if your 'lotus' is deep enough to handle the entire length of my 'stallion'."
He lay back against the pile of pillows, his arms crossed behind his head, his posture one of supreme, arrogant relaxation. His cock, still glistening with her saliva and the remnants of his release, stood tall and proud, a pillar of flesh that seemed to mock her ambition.
"Come," he commanded. "Mount me."