"Strip."
The single word hung in the steam-filled air, heavy and absolute.
Liu Ruyan's hands trembled as they hovered over the knot of her tattered robe. "M-Master... this servant... this servant can wash you with my clothes on. I promise I won't—"
"I dislike repeating myself," Tianmo interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a dangerous edge. He took a step closer, the heat radiating from his body matching the warmth of the spiritual spring. "And I dislike disobedience even more. Do you want me to tear them off? Or perhaps you prefer the Soul Binding Brand's punishment?"
The mention of the brand made her flinch visibly. The phantom pain of the seal sinking into her wrist was still fresh in her memory.
With tears welling in her eyes, she bit her lower lip until it turned white. Her fingers, clumsy with nervousness, fumbled with the coarse fabric of her robe. Slowly, the garment slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
The steam from the spring quickly condensed on her pale skin, giving her a glistening, ethereal look. Her body was a masterpiece of curves and softness... full breasts that heaved with her ragged breathing, a waist so small it looked as if his hands could span it, and hips that flared out invitingly.
However, Tianmo's eyes weren't filled with lust, but with a cold, clinical appraisal. He was inspecting his property. That's right.
"Turn around," he commanded.
Ruyan squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She turned slowly, presenting her back to him.
Her back was marred with faint, old scars: remnants of the whips from the auction house and the harsh life of a slave. But beneath the scars, her skin was like porcelain.
Tianmo reached out, his finger tracing the line of her spine. Ruyan gasped, her body shivering at his touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.
"The Nine Yin Absolute Body," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "Even without cultivating, your skin naturally absorbs Yin Qi from the environment. It's a pity your meridians are blocked. You're like a vessel filled to the brim but with a cork stuck in the neck."
He withdrew his hand. "Get in."
Ruyan hurriedly stepped into the jade pool. The water was hot, infused with potent spiritual energy that immediately rushed into her pores. It felt like thousands of tiny ants crawling under her skin. It was a mix of pleasure and pain.
She sank into the water until it covered her chest, leaving only her shoulders and head exposed. She hugged her knees, trying to make herself as small as possible, watching Tianmo with fearful eyes.
Tianmo didn't hesitate. He undressed the rest of the way, his movements fluid and unashamed. When he stepped into the pool, the water level rose significantly.
He sat down on a stone bench submerged in the water, leaning back with a sigh of contentment. The hot water relaxed his muscles, still sore from the journey.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing to the space between his legs. "Wash me."
Gulp!
Ruyan swallowed hard. She waded through the water, the resistance slowing her movements, until she stood before him. The water reached her waist, exposing her upper body to his gaze again.
Her pink nipples were hard and erect.
She knelt in the water between his legs, her hands reaching for a washcloth and a jar of spirit soap made from rare herbs. Her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped the soap.
"If you drop that, you will have to pick it up with your mouth," Tianmo said lazily, closing his eyes.
Ruyan froze, then gripped the soap with white-knuckled determination. She lathered the cloth, creating a rich, fragrant foam, and then hesitantly reached out to touch his chest.
His skin was hard beneath her fingers, the muscles well-defined despite his slender frame. She began to scrub his chest in circular motions, her touch feather-light, terrified of offending him.
"You call that washing?" Tianmo scoffed, not opening his eyes. "Use some strength. I'm not made of glass. Or are you afraid you'll break me?"
"N-No, Master!" Ruyan whispered. She pressed harder, her small hands sliding over his pectorals, down to his abs, and then up to his shoulders.
As she worked, the tension in the air began to shift. The scent of the spirit soap mixed with the natural, masculine scent of Tianmo.
Ruyan's face burned with shame. She had never touched a man like this. The intimacy of the act, the heat of the water, and the dangerous aura of the man before her were overwhelming.
"Lower," Tianmo commanded suddenly.
Ruyan's hands paused. "M-Master?"
"Did I stutter?" He opened his eyes, his dark gaze pinning her in place. "Wash all of me. Unless you want me to think you're neglecting your duties."
Tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them away. She knew what he wanted. She knew what men like him: the powerful, ruthless, desired from beautiful slaves.
Her hands slid beneath the water, trailing down his stomach, hesitating at the edge of his hips.
Tianmo watched her struggle, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He enjoyed breaking that prideful shell. He enjoyed seeing the future Saintess of the Azure Cloud Sect reduced to a trembling maid, terrified of touching his cock.
But he wasn't just doing this for sadistic pleasure. He was testing her limits. If she couldn't even handle washing him, how would she handle the true torment of the cultivation he had planned for her?
A cultivator shouldn't feel shame.
Just as her hand brushed against his hip, Tianmo suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Ruyan yelped, thinking she had made a mistake.
Tianmo pulled her forward, dragging her through the water until she crashed against his chest. Her soft breasts flattened against his hard muscles, and her face was inches from his.
"You are trembling," he murmured, his voice low and vibrating against her chest. "Are you cold? Or are you afraid?"
"I... I am afraid, Master," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"Good. Fear keeps you sharp," Tianmo said. He reached into the water, his hand grabbing her ass, pulling her tighter against him.
"Ah!"
Ruyan gasped, her hands instinctively pushing against his shoulders, but she didn't dare push him away. The Soul Binding Brand pulsed warningly on her wrist, reminding her of the consequences of resistance.
"But fear isn't the only thing you should feel," Tianmo whispered. He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.
He didn't kiss her. Instead, he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. The Nine Yin Absolute Body had a unique fragrance, like cold orchids in winter. It was intoxicating.
Lick!
"Nnn... M-Master..." her body shuddered feeling his wet tongue lick her neck.
Tianmo ignored her weak protest, his tongue tracing a slow, wet path up the column of her neck to her earlobe. He bit down gently, just hard enough to make her gasp, his hand kneading the soft flesh of her rear with possessive roughness.
"Your body is honest, even if your mouth isn't," Tianmo whispered, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.
He could feel it. The Yin energy within her was reacting to his Yang dominance. Her skin, previously cool to the touch, was heating up rapidly. Her nipples, brushing against his chest, were hard enough to cut glass.
"System," he thought, his mental voice steady despite the physical temptation. "Analyze her Yin Poison accumulation. Is the heat from the bath or from my touch?"
[Analysis complete. The Spirit Gathering Lotus in the water is rapidly nourishing her Nine Yin Absolute Body. However, due to her blocked meridians, the energy has nowhere to go. It is converting into lust and heat. Currently, she is in a state of 'Yang Deficiency'. If she does not vent this heat or expel the excess Yin Qi, her meridians will begin to rupture within the hour.]
Tianmo smirked against her neck. So, the 'crippled' physique was actually a double-edged sword. It was a furnace that couldn't vent steam.
He pulled back slightly, looking at her flushed face. Her eyes were glazed, filled with a confused mixture of terror and a budding, unwanted desire.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked softly, his hand leaving her ass to trail up her side, his fingers dancing over her ribs. "The heat... inside your dantian. It feels like liquid fire is coursing through your veins."
Ruyan stared at him, bewildered. "H-How... how do you know?"
"Because I own you," Tianmo stated simply. "I know every inch of you, inside and out."
This... This... How shameful. How does he mean by inside out
He grabbed her hand and guided it underwater, placing it flat against her lower abdomen, right above her womb.
"Feel it?"
Under the water, her skin was scorching hot.
"Do you know why I purchased you?"
"I bought you because you are a cauldron," Tianmo muttered, his voice silken and dangerous against her ear. "A good cauldron should obediently open her legs..."
Ruyan's breath hitched, her vision blurring from the intense heat coursing through her veins. It wasn't just the bath anymore. It was a fire deep in her bones, an itch she couldn't scratch, a desperate, hollow ache between her legs that made her thighs clench together involuntarily.
"Tell me how much do you know when it comes to serving a man?"
Ruyan's face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the setting sun. She bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, her eyes darting away, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
"I... I..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper over the lapping water. "I know... what happens between men and women... in the books... and from the whispers of the other slaves..."
She took a shuddering breath. "But I have never... touched a man... or been touched... until today."
Tianmo's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Of course, I know that, or else, why would I spend one thousand spirit stones..."
Normally, an untouched woman in the slave market usually costs 100-150 spirit stones.
"Come, sit on my lap," Tianmo commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Ruyan hesitated, her body trembling, but the brand on her wrist pulsed with a warning heat. With a choked sob, she straddled his thighs, the water sloshing around them. The position forced her chest against his, and she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her inner thigh.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes swimming with unshed tears and a terrifying, unfamiliar hunger.
"Since you are inexperienced, I will teach you," Tianmo said, his hand moving up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her wet hair.
"A woman's body is made for pleasure. Yours, doubly so. That heat you feel? It's not a sickness. It's your body begging to be tamed."
He leaned forward and captured her lips.
Muuchhhh!
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a conquest. His tongue forced her lips apart, invading her mouth with a dominance that made her head spin. He tasted of wine and power.
Ruyan's mind went blank. She had imagined her first kiss would be sweet, with someone she loved, under a moonlit sky. This was raw, wet, and overwhelming. Her hands, unsure of where to go, rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if to anchor herself.
"Mmm..."
His other hand sliding down her spine to grip her ass again, grinding her hips against his. The friction sent electric jolts through her body, making her moan involuntarily into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
"See?" he muttered, his eyes dark with lust. "Your body knows what to do."
He reached between them, his fingers finding the sensitive bud between her legs.
"Hnnnggg!" Ruyan cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking wildly. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck her core. The heat inside her flared up, responding instantly to his touch.
"Master... please... it feels... strange..." she whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her throat. The feelings were hard to describe.
"Strange? Or good?" Tianmo teased, his fingers circling her clit with agonizing slowness.
"Nnn... I... I don't know... Ahhh!" Her sentence dissolved into a high-pitched moan as he pinched the sensitive nub.
The water around them seemed to boil with the rising Yin energy radiating from her body. The steam grew thicker, carrying the heavy scent of arousal.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Master... it's... too much!" Ruyan cried out, her voice echoing off the jade walls of the bathing chamber. Her body was taut as a bowstring, her fingers digging into Tianmo's shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
The heat inside her was no longer just a warmth; it was a raging inferno. Every circle of his thumb on that sensitive nub sent shockwaves of electricity coursing through her veins, making her toes curl and her vision blur.
"Too much?" Tianmo mocked softly, his breath hot against her wet skin. He didn't stop. If anything, he increased the pressure, his fingers moving with a practiced, ruthless precision. "Your body is weeping for me. Look at the water."
She forced her eyes open, glancing down through the rippling water. A faint, milky essence was leaking from her, swirling into the clear spring like ink in water.
"That is your Yin essence trying to escape," Tianmo whispered, his voice dark and seductive. "Because your meridians are blocked, it has nowhere to go. It gathers here, in your womb and your flower, turning into poison. If I don't help you release it, you will die."
The word 'die' cut through the haze of pleasure like a knife.
"I... I don't want to die," she sobbed, her hips moving involuntarily, grinding against his hand in a desperate bid for relief. The shame was burning her alive, but the instinct to survive was stronger.
"Then surrender," Tianmo commanded. He grabbed her hips with both hands, lifting her effortlessly.
"Wait... Master... what are you—"
He positioned her directly over his erect manhood, which stood thick and imposing against his stomach. The tip brushed against her slick entrance, sending a jolt of fear and anticipation through her.
"Relax," he ordered, pulling her down slowly. "If you tense up, it will hurt more."
Ruyan squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It was too fast... They just met today.
But it wasn't as bad as she thought. The man was handsome and wasn't as rough as mentioned by others.
She tried to relax, but the sheer size of him was intimidating. It was at least 10 inches... Oh, god.
As he began to lower her, the blunt head of his shaft pushed against her tight, untried opening.
"Ah!" she gasped as the pressure built. It felt like she was being split apart. "Master... it won't fit... you're too big!"
Tianmo smirked, his hands gripping her waist bruisingly tight. "It will fit. I will make it fit."
With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, he breached the first layer of resistance.
"AHHHHH!"
Ruyan threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her throat. Pain shot through her lower body, sharp and searing. It felt as though she had been torn in two.
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the droplets of water on her cheeks.
Tianmo groaned in satisfaction. The tightness was incredible. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, hot and silky, trying to push him out even as they sucked him in.
The barrier of her maidenhead gave way with a subtle pop, and a small trickle of blood mingled with the water.
It felt good.
It was like he came to new world.
He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled.
But the pause wasn't out of kindness; it was to savor the moment. The moment he claimed the future Saintess.
Fuck Li Chen, the main character. His wife is getting deflowered.
He looked at Ruyan, who was panting heavily, her body trembling in his arms. The pain was slowly subsiding, replaced by a dull ache and a strange, throbbing fullness.
"Move," he commanded.
"I... I can't..." Ruyan whimpered.
"Then I will help you."
Tianmo gripped her ass and began to lift her up, almost pulling himself completely out of her, leaving just the tip inside. Then, he slammed her back down.
"UNNNGH!"
Ruyan's eyes rolled back. The pain was still there, but beneath it, a spark of something else ignited. A strange, pleasurable friction that rubbed against her inner walls in ways she didn't know existed.
"Nnnnn...."
He set a ruthless pace. Up and down. In and out. The water in the pool splashed violently, spilling over the jade edges onto the floor, creating a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that echoed lewdly in the chamber.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Master! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Slow... please!" Ruyan begged, her voice broken by moans. Her hands were clawing at his back, her nails leaving red welts.
It was both painful and pleasurable.
"Slow?" Tianmo grunted, his breathing becoming heavier.
He could feel the Yin energy flowing out of her, rushing into his meridians like a cool, refreshing stream. It was pure, high-quality energy, far denser than anything he could absorb from spirit stones. "We are just getting started."
He leaned forward and captured one of her bouncing breasts with his mouth, sucking hard on the erect nipple.
"AHHHH! Ahhhhhh!!... oh heavens...mmm!" Ruyan arched her back, pushing her chest further into his mouth. The dual stimulation of his thrusting hips and his sucking mouth was overwhelming.
The heat inside her, which had been unbearable, was finally finding an outlet. It was rushing out of her, flowing into him, taking the pain with it.
Her body began to move on its own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips meeting his thrusts, riding him with a desperate, instinctual need.
The shame was gone, replaced by a primal, animalistic lust.
The raw feminine desire for masculinity... The pure maternal instinct for breeding.
"That's it," Tianmo praised, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. "Ride me, you little slut. Take all of me."
The dirty words, which would have humiliated her an hour ago, now only served to excite her further.
She liked being his slut. She liked being owned.
Indeed she needed to be tamed.
Perhaps the only thing that her life needed was a master.
The water around them began to glow. The excess Yin energy that wasn't absorbed by Tianmo was being expelled into the pool, turning the water a pale, luminescent blue.
"Hnnnn!!! Ahhh! Ahhhh! M-Masterrrr... Ahh... It feels like something is cominggggg!!! Ahhh..."
The pressure inside Ruyan had built to a breaking point. It was a dam holding back an ocean, threatening to burst and wash away everything she was.
"Master! I... I can't hold it!" she screamed, her voice cracking as her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably around his thick length.
"It's coming! It's—"
"NNNNGHHHHHH!!!"
"Cum for me."
Tianmo uttered, his voice laced with dark authority. He didn't let up. Instead, he gripped her hips with bruising force and slammed her down one final time, burying himself to the hilt.
"Cum, and let me taste your Yin essence!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Ruyan's body arched into a perfect bow, her back bending so far it looked painful. Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, and her mouth opened in a silent, agonizing scream of ecstasy.
A massive wave of Yin energy exploded from her body.
It wasn't just fluid; it was pure spiritual power. The watery essence that had been accumulating in her dantian, the source of her pain and the 'poison' in her veins, erupted like a geyser.
The water in the jade pool turned a brilliant, glowing white, illuminating the bathing chamber with an intensity that rivaled the sun.
Tianmo threw his head back, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as the wave of Yin energy crashed into him.
It was cold. Frigidly, bone-chillingly cold. Yet, it didn't freeze him; it was absorbed ravenously by his burning meridians. The Primordial Dragon Bloodline in his veins roared to life, acting like a furnace, instantly refining the raw, violent Yin energy into pure, golden Qi.
Boom!
The air in the room shattered. A shockwave blasted outward, shattering the jade pots and cracking the reinforced stone walls.
Tianmo's body levitated slightly out of the water, still impaled inside Ruyan, as a vortex of spiritual energy swirled around them. The barriers of Qi Refining... shattered.
First Layer... Second Layer... Third Layer...
He broke through three layers in a single breath, the momentum showing no signs of stopping.
Meanwhile, Ruyan was lost in the abyss of pleasure. Her soul felt like it was being sucked out through her lower body, leaving her a hollow shell of ecstasy.
Her vision went white, and then, darkness claimed her.
Her body went limp, collapsing against Tianmo's chest, her breathing ragged and shallow.
Tianmo gasped, his chest heaving as the last of the energy settled into his Dantian.
He looked down at the girl in his arms. She was unconscious, her face pale but peaceful, the dark circles under her eyes gone.
Tsk!
He couldn't even cum and she passed out? This is disappointing.
Tianmo looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms. Her breathing was steady, her skin pale but glowing with a faint, pearlescent sheen. The Yin poison that had plagued her veins was gone, purged by the violent eruption of her essence.
He pulled out of her slowly, a thick string of fluid connecting them breaking and dissolving into the water. Ruyan whimpered in her sleep, her body instinctively curling into a fetal position, seeking warmth.
"Tch... She needs to be tamed thoroughly. She is too soft," Tianmo clicked his tongue in annoyance. The feeling of being unable to cum is devastating. Maybe next time, he needs to add one more woman.
He stepped out of the pool, the water cascading down his body. He didn't bother to dress. Instead, he walked over to the mirror that was embedded in the wall, its surface now cracked from the earlier shockwave.
The mirror showed his reflection: a young man in his early twenties, with skin as white as marble and eyes as cold as ice. His features were sharp, chiseled by the hand of a master artist, with high cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass.
His body was lean but muscular, each line of his abs and arms defined as if sculpted from granite. The only flaw was the red scratches left by Liu Ruyan.
He clenched his fist. He has broken through to the fifth stage of the Qi refining realm.
Cultivation realms: Qi refining, foundation, great foundation, golden core, soul formation, soul wandering, nascent soul, Soul Lord, Soul King, Soul Emperor.
Each realms are further divided into 9 sub-realms—First stage to Ninth stage.
And each stage is further divided into 4 minor realms: Early, Mid, Late, and Peak.
Tianmo stared at his reflection, watching the droplets of water slide down his skin. He felt lighter, infinitely stronger. The bottleneck that usually plagued cultivators at the early stages didn't exist for him. The Primordial Dragon Bloodline was a cheat code in itself, turning the dense Yin energy from Ruyan's body into pure fuel.
"System, open status," he commanded silently.
[Host: Wang Tianmo]
[Cultivation: Qi Refining 5th Stage (Mid)]
[Spirit Root: Formless spiritual root. ( Immortal-grade)]
[Bloodline: Primordial Dragon bloodline(Sealed, 0.1% unsealed)]
[Physique: Immortal Dao Body (sealed)]
[Supreme Dao bones: 8/268 ( sealed) ]
[Meridians: 8/12 main meridians + 0/8 extra meridians. ( sealed) ]
[Dantian: Immortal Dantian. (indestructible) ]
[Assets: infinite-money pouch, Direct disciple identity token. ]
"System... How do I unseal them?"