Midnight came slow.
I sat cross-legged on the thin mat that passed for a bed, back against the wall, breathing steady. The room was dark except for the faint red glow from a single incense stick I'd lit—cheap demon-grade, meant to calm qi but mostly just smelled like burnt cinnamon. My new Stage 3 cultivation circulated lazily in my dantian, a warm coil waiting to be fed.
I didn't expect her to come.
People like Luo Mei—soft, scared, clinging to whatever scraps of dignity they had left—usually talked themselves out of it. They'd lie awake replaying the conversation, convincing themselves it was a trap, that I'd laugh in their face or worse.
But at exactly the hour the distant bell tower struck twelve, the door creaked.
She slipped inside like smoke. Closed it behind her without a sound. Hood up, robe belted tight, hands clasped in front of her like she was holding herself together.
No basket tonight. Just her.
I didn't move. Let her stand there in the doorway, eyes adjusting to the dim light.
"You came," I said quietly.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I… need to break through. The mines…" She trailed off, swallowed. "I can't go there."
I nodded once. "Door's still open if you change your mind."
She hesitated, then reached back and slid the bolt shut.
Click.
The sound felt louder than it should have.
She let the hood fall. Hair spilled down—black, slightly wavy from the day's humidity, framing a face that looked even prettier up close. Cheekbones sharp from not eating enough, lips full and pale, eyes dark and uncertain.
I stood slowly. No sudden moves.
"Come here."
She took three small steps forward, stopping just out of arm's reach.
I closed the distance. Gently. Lifted her chin with two fingers so she had to look at me.
"Last chance," I murmured. "Say stop and we stop. No questions. No grudges."
Her breath hitched. "I won't say stop."
That was all I needed.
I kissed her.
Slow at first—testing. Her lips were soft, hesitant, tasting faintly of the cheap tea she probably drank to stay awake during night chores. She stiffened for a second, then melted against me, small hands fisting in the front of my robe.
I deepened it. Tongue sliding against hers, coaxing until she whimpered into my mouth. One hand went to the small of her back, pulling her flush. The other threaded through her hair, tilting her head so I could kiss deeper, hungrier.
She gasped when I nipped her lower lip.
I walked her backward until her calves hit the edge of the mat. Lowered her down gently. She went willingly, lying back, robe parting slightly at the chest to show pale skin and the faint rise of small, perfect breasts.
I knelt between her legs.
"Tell me what you want," I said against her throat, kissing down the column of it.
"You," she breathed. "Just… make it feel good. Please."
I smiled against her skin.
My hands went to the ties of her robe. Pulled them loose. Fabric parted like water. Underneath—nothing. No inner layer. Outer disciples didn't waste cloth on luxuries.
She was beautiful. Slender, almost fragile, but curved in all the right places. Nipples already hard from the cool air and anticipation. A faint tremble ran through her when I looked.
I leaned down, took one peak into my mouth. Sucked gently at first, then harder when she arched with a soft cry. Tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly. My hand slid down her stomach, over the soft mound, fingers parting slick folds.
She was soaked.
I groaned low in my throat.
"So ready for me," I murmured, sliding one finger inside her. Tight. Hot. Clenching immediately.
She moaned, hips lifting instinctively.
I added a second finger. Pumped slowly while my thumb found her clit—small, swollen, begging. Circles. Pressure. Then faster.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders. Nails digging in.
"Xuan Mo…"
"Mo," I corrected softly. "Just Mo tonight."
She nodded frantically. "Mo… please…"
I kissed my way down her body—stomach, hip bones, inner thighs. Spread her wider. Lowered my head.
The first lick made her jerk.
I held her thighs open, tongue flat and slow from entrance to clit. Tasted her—sweet, a little musky, pure yin essence that made my own qi stir hungrily.
I devoured her.
Licking. Sucking. Tongue dipping inside her, then back to that sensitive bud. Fingers curling to stroke that spot inside until her thighs shook around my head.
She came hard—back arching off the mat, a choked cry escaping before she bit her lip to muffle it. Walls fluttering around my fingers, flooding my mouth.
I didn't stop until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at my head.
Then I rose.
Shucked my own robe. Cock already hard, thick, veins pulsing with demonic qi.
Her eyes widened when she saw it.
I positioned myself between her legs. Rubbed the head along her slit, coating myself in her wetness.
"Still with me?" I asked, voice rough.
She nodded. Reached up, pulled me down into a kiss.
I pushed in slowly.
Inch by inch.
She was tight—almost too tight. Gasped against my mouth as I stretched her. I paused halfway, letting her adjust, kissing her softly, thumbs stroking her nipples.
When she relaxed, hips rocking up for more, I sank the rest of the way.
Buried deep.
We both groaned.
I started moving—slow thrusts at first. Long, deliberate. Feeling every ripple of her around me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist. Heels digging into my back.
"Harder," she whispered.
I obliged.
Faster. Deeper. Skin slapping skin in the quiet room. Her moans grew louder—I covered her mouth with my hand, gentle but firm.
"Quiet, baby. We don't want visitors."
She nodded, eyes glassy, biting her lip under my palm.
I angled my hips, hitting that spot with every thrust.
Qi began to flow.
Her yin essence met my chaotic yang. Swirled. Mixed. Amplified.
Pleasure spiked—sharp, electric. Every slide felt like lightning in my meridians.
She clenched hard. Came again. Walls milking me rhythmically.
I didn't hold back.
Thrust deep one last time. Spilled inside her with a low growl, flooding her with hot seed and demonic qi.
The breakthrough hit us both.
Her body glowed faintly—pale blue yin light. Mine crimson.
Meridians widened. Dantian expanded.
When it faded, we collapsed together, sweat-slick, breathing hard.
[Dual Cultivation Complete: Luo Mei – First Session]
[Cultivation: Qi Gathering Stage 3 (Mid) → Stage 4 (Peak)]
[Luo Mei Cultivation: Stage 2 (Early) → Stage 3 (Early)]
[Yin Drain Technique (Mortal Grade) Unlocked]
[Corruption Progress: 18% – Target now loyal-leaning]
[New Passive: Yin Harmony (Lv.1) – +10% efficiency in future dual cultivation with yin-leaning partners]
She curled against my chest, trembling slightly.
"That… was…"
"Yeah," I murmured, stroking her hair. "It was."
She looked up at me, eyes soft now. Vulnerable.
"Will you… do it again?"
I smiled—slow, dark.
"As many times as you need, Mei."
She nestled closer.
I stared at the ceiling cracks, feeling the new power settle in my bones.
One night. One girl.
And already the game felt winnable.