The air in the small room was thick with the scent of sweat, oil, and sex, the massage table creaking faintly as Nana slumped forward, her body still trembling from the intense climax that had rocked her. Lucas stepped back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his cock softening now, slick with their combined juices. Damn, she was good, he thought, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a faint smirk lingering on his lips.
Nana's blond ponytail was a mess, sticking to her sweaty neck, and her big breasts heaved as she panted, her face streaked with his cum, some of it still glistening on her cheek. She licked her lips one last time, savoring the last traces of him, and pushed herself up slow, her legs wobbly as she sat on the edge of the table. Gods, I'm a wreck, she thought, but a lazy, satisfied smile spread across her face.
Lucas grabbed a cloth from a nearby shelf, dampening it with a jug of water in the corner, and tossed it to her before wiping himself down with another.
"Here," he said, his voice low, casual, like they hadn't just torn each other apart. Nana caught the cloth, her fingers shaky, and started cleaning herself up, wiping the cum from her face and the slickness from between her thighs. He's so calm about it, she thought, stealing a glance at him as he tugged his robe back on, his movements smooth, like this was just another day. She slid off the table, her inner clothes crumpled and damp, and pulled them back into place, her skin still tingling from his touch, from the Yang energy he'd left buzzing in her core. The room felt quieter now, the only sounds their soft breathing and the faint drip of water from the jug.
Nana cleared her throat, brushing her ponytail back, and turned to him, her cheeks still flushed but her eyes bright. "Xavier… thank you," she said, her voice soft but earnest, a little shy now that the heat of the moment was fading. "That was… gods, that was incredible. You satisfied me, like, more than I thought possible." She laughed, a nervous little sound, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. I sound so dumb, she thought, but she meant every word—her body was still humming, her pussy sore but in the best way, and she couldn't stop thinking about how he'd made her feel. "I'm already looking forward to more," she added, bolder now, her smile turning playful as she met his gaze. "Like, any time you want, I'm here for it."
Lucas straightened his robe, a faint smirk on his lips as he prepared to take his leave. Nana lay curled up under the sheets, her flushed face peeking from the covers as she watched him. Her eyes were still dreamy, her breathing soft. He turned to her and said with a soft chuckle, "I have things to do."
Of course, what he meant was: he couldn't wait to get back and refine the potent yin energy he'd just absorbed. Every moment spent lingering was a moment wasted.
"Don't tell anyone," he added calmly, his fingers resting briefly on the door latch. Nana nodded, still dazed and glowing, her body buzzing with residual warmth from their intense time together. "Okay… be safe," she said, biting her lip.
Lucas stepped out into the quiet hallway, tugging his collar up a bit, prepared to disappear unnoticed. But then he halted mid-step.
There was someone waiting outside the room.
A tall figure stood leaning casually against the opposite wall, arms behind his back, posture confident, face calm with a smug tilt to the lips—as though he'd been waiting to catch someone red-handed. But the second he saw Lucas exiting Nana's room, the smugness evaporated instantly. His brow furrowed sharply, and a flicker of fury lit in his eyes.
Lucas blinked once, calmly. He didn't know who this guy was. He didn't care.
He turned to leave, but in a blur of motion, the figure leapt forward and blocked his path.
The man slammed a hand into Lucas's chest, stopping him abruptly. "What have you done, Xavier?" the man growled, teeth clenched, his voice full of venom.
Lucas's eyes narrowed. There was no guilt in them. No fear.
"Remove your hand," Lucas said coolly.
The man didn't move. "You think you can mess around with Nana like that?" His grip tightened, his qi beginning to stir beneath his skin.
Lucas didn't speak. He didn't need to.
He simply let go.
A burst of unrefined, raw qi exploded from his body like a tidal wave. It was the yin-infused energy he'd absorbed from Nana—hot, unstable, brimming with primal power. He hadn't refined it yet, but that didn't matter. He poured it into his aura, and it flared outward like a detonation.
The man's eyes widened in shock just a moment too late.
Boom!
He was flung backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the wooden door across the hall with a violent crack. Splinters flew everywhere as the impact shook the corridor.
Gasps rang out from other dorm rooms. Students came out, drawn by the noise—and then froze in place as they saw what had happened.
The man who'd just been sent flying was no ordinary student. He was a well-known figure across the academy. A first-stage Expert Rank cultivator. One of the academy's finest. And yet Lucas—Xavier—had just blasted him away with a single outburst.
The air was thick with tension and disbelief.
Lucas adjusted his robe, eyes cold. "That's what happens when you touch me without invitation," he muttered.
Then he turned and walked away, leaving behind the stunned crowd and a groaning figure lying in the broken remnants of the door.
Whispers erupted. Rumors would spread like wildfire.
But Lucas didn't care.
Lucas arrived at his dorm in a flash, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from anticipation. The encounter in the hallway had stirred the last bit of restraint left in him. He could no longer hold back the surge within. His body was brimming with chaotic energy—powerful, unrefined yin essence flooding every meridian like a storm ready to break its banks.
He dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged in the center of his room.
His breathing steadied. The room was dimly lit by the fading rays of the sun slipping through the window. The chaos outside—the rumors, the angered cultivator, the whispers—none of it mattered now.
All that mattered was this moment.
Lucas closed his eyes and tapped into the flood of Yin energy that still coiled in his core. It was rich, intoxicating, and dangerously unstable. The longer he held it back, the more damage it could do. Already, he could feel the strain on his Dantian. His meridians pulsed, screaming for release.
He entered a deep meditative state.
His cultivation technique—the forbidden Dual Path—activated instinctively, and his breathing aligned with the natural rhythm of energy around him. The residual Yin energy from Nana ignited within, colliding with his own Qi, swirling faster and faster.
His body trembled slightly as he directed the energy into the proper channels. He felt his core expand—slowly at first, then violently—as the energy began to refine. Veins of spiritual light danced beneath his skin, visible through his arms and neck. Every pore seemed to leak heat.
Crack.
A loud pulse echoed in his body.
His Dantian expanded.
His meridians, though strained, withstood the pressure. The energy he had acquired was now refined—flowing like molten gold through his body, strengthening every fiber, every breath, every heartbeat.
He could feel the shift.
His cultivation was breaking through the limit of Adept Rank.
Moments passed like hours. Sweat dripped from his brow as he sat there, drenched in Qi, immersed in the raw, primal rush of cultivation.
Then, like the crack of thunder in a clear sky—it happened.
Boom.
An invisible wave of force pulsed out from his body. The candle beside his bed flickered violently and snuffed out. The wooden floor beneath him groaned.