- Medical Help[Medical System Response: Dantian reconstruction requires Celestial grade spirit stones (x100), Phoenix Tears essence (10ml), or... Alternative method available.]
Cang Wuhen blinked at the translucent screen hovering in his peripheral vision, his hand still stroking through Lianhua's hair as she sobbed into his chest.
The warmth of her tears soaking into his skin, the trembling of her body pressed against his—all of it registered somewhere in the back of his mind while his brain processed the system's words.
'Alternative method?' he thought, fingers pausing mid-stroke through her silky hair.
[Dual Cultivation Protocol: User possesses both Heavenly Purification Energy and Demonic Reconstruction capabilities. Through repeated intimate energy exchange, damaged spiritual foundations can be rebuilt from cellular level. Estimated sessions required: 50-100. Success rate: 87.3%]
His eyebrows shot up.
'So basically, fuck her cultivation back into existence?'
[Crude but accurate assessment. The process requires deep penetration to reach her core meridians, multiple orgasms to circulate stagnant qi, and consistent sessions over extended period. Additionally, User's semen contains concentrated spiritual essence that can—]
'Yeah, I get it,' Cang cut the system off mentally, feeling his cock throb harder against his thigh where her wet pussy was still pressed. 'Convenient as hell.'
But looking down at her tear-stained face, those silver eyes red and swollen from crying, fox ears drooped in despair—something twisted in his chest. Not quite guilt. More like... annoyance at seeing something that should be his in such a broken state.
She was still muttering between sobs, voice muffled against his skin. "That demon... he destroyed everything... I'm worthless now..."
There it was again. Her calling him a demon. Calling 'himself' a monster while pressed naked against him, completely unaware.
The irony would've been funny if it wasn't so fucked up.
He grabbed her chin, rougher this time, forcing her face up to meet his gaze. Her lips parted in surprise, still glistening wet from tears and their earlier kiss.
"Listen to me," he said, voice dropping to that commanding tone that made her pupils dilate. "I can fix you."
She blinked, confusion replacing the despair for a moment. "W-what?"
"Your cultivation. Your dantian. I can reconstruct it." He watched her reaction carefully, saw the hope flicker in those silver depths before doubt crashed back in.
"That's... that's impossible. Even Saint-level healers said—"
"I'm not a Saint-level healer." His thumb traced her bottom lip, pressing down just enough to feel the soft give of flesh. "I'm something better."
Her breath hitched, and he felt her body tense against his. The subtle shift made her breasts press harder into his chest, soft and warm and distracting as hell.
"But how?" she whispered, voice so small and fragile it almost made him want to just tell her the truth—that he was the 'monster' who'd shattered her foundation in the first place, and yeah, he could rebuild what he'd destroyed.
Almost.
Instead, he reached up with his free hand, fingers finding her left breast and cupping the full weight of it. Not gentle. Not a caress.
A firm, possessive 'grope' that made his fingers sink into the soft flesh, thumb pressing hard against her nipple.
"Ah—!" She winced, body jerking, silver eyes widening in shock as pain mixed with something else—something that made her inner walls clench around nothing.
He watched her face carefully, cataloging every micro-expression. The way her eyebrows drew together, the parting of her lips, the quick inhale that made her chest rise and push more of her breast into his palm.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, voice casual, like he was asking about the weather.
She nodded quickly, but didn't pull away. Couldn't, really, with his other hand still gripping her chin.
"Good." He squeezed harder, kneading the soft mound, feeling the weight of it shift in his grip. "Pain means you're still alive. Still feeling. Still 'mine' to fix."
"Nnngh—" A whimper escaped her throat, and he saw fresh tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
But her pussy twitched against his thigh.
Interesting.
He released her breast, watching it bounce slightly as it settled back against his chest, the pale skin now marked with faint red imprints from his fingers. Then he moved his hand lower, trailing down the curve of her waist, over the smooth plane of her stomach—carefully avoiding the freshly sutured wound—until his fingers found the base of her tail.
The moment he touched it, she 'shuddered' hard, whole body going taut.
"W-wait—" she gasped, but he was already wrapping his fingers around the fluffy appendage, squeezing the sensitive base where it met her spine.
"AHNNN~!" Her cry echoed through the cave, sharp and sudden, and he felt her claws—actual claws—dig into his shoulders as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation.
He'd read about beast-kin anatomy during his veterinary studies. Tails were erogenous zones, connected directly to major nerve clusters. For fox-kin specifically, the base of the tail shared neural pathways with the genitals.
Touch it right, and it was like touching their clit directly.
Squeeze it 'hard', and—
"HnnGH~! P-please~!" She was trembling violently now, hips jerking involuntarily, grinding that wet pussy against his thigh in desperate, unconscious movements.
He could feel how soaked she was, her arousal leaving slick trails on his skin.
"Please what?" He tugged her tail, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to send another jolt through her nervous system.
She couldn't answer, just gasping and whimpering, face buried back in his chest as her body betrayed her, hips still moving in those instinctive grinding motions.
He loosened his grip, letting her catch her breath, and felt her go limp against him, panting hard. Her heartbeat was racing—he could feel it through her breast pressed against his ribs.
"You really are sensitive here," he murmured, fingers now stroking the tail gently, earning smaller shivers. "I wonder what other parts of you are this reactive."
She made a small sound, something between a whimper and a moan, too overwhelmed to form words.
Perfect.
He shifted beneath her, rolling slightly so she ended up more on top of him, straddling his waist. The movement made her gasp, and she automatically braced her hands against his chest to steady herself.
From this angle, he had a perfect view.
Her fox ears were still drooped, but twitching now with every touch. Her silver eyes were half-lidded, glazed with arousal and confusion. Those tear-stained cheeks were flushed pink, and her lips—fuck, those lips were parted and glistening, begging to be kissed or bitten or wrapped around his cock.
But it was her body that really drew his attention.
The soft curve of her breasts, hanging now with gravity, nipples hard and pointing down toward him. The sutured wound across her abdomen, still red but healing. The gentle swell of her hips. And between her legs—
His cock was directly beneath her now, separated only by that thin sheet he'd wrapped around himself earlier. He could feel her heat through the fabric, feel the wetness seeping through.
She seemed to realize their position at the same moment he did, silver eyes going wide as she looked down and saw the obvious tent in the sheet where his erection pressed up toward her pussy.
"I—" She started to speak, but froze when he reached up with both hands and grabbed her breasts.
Not gentle. Not teasing.
Full-on groping, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, thumbs pressing hard against her nipples, kneading and squeezing like he owned them.
Because he did.
"AHnnn~! W-wait!"