Marcus stood before the tall silver mirror, staring into eyes that no longer felt entirely his own. A shadow crept in at the edges, slow and insidious, eroding the principles he once held unbreakable. Morality bent like heated steel. He could feel the corruption spreading, a quiet surrender he refused to accept.
He shook his head violently, forcing resolve back into his spine.
Get out of this cage. Fast. Whatever it takes.
He adjusted the black silk robe and strode into the private dining hall.
Xue Lian waited at the head of the long table like a queen carved from midnight and desire. Her gown was blood-red silk so thin it was almost translucent, clinging to every lethal curve. The deep plunge of the neckline framed the heavy swell of her breasts, nipples stiff and visible beneath the fabric like dark promises. Her lips, plump, glossy, the color of fresh-spilled wine, curved in lazy mockery as he entered.
Marcus bowed low. The slave seal carved deep into his very bones pulsed with a dull, possessive heat, a constant reminder that his body no longer answered only to him.
She inclined her head once. Permission.
He sat. But before his gaze could fall to the jade plates, it locked on her instead. The slow rise and fall of her chest. The way her thighs pressed together beneath the table. Those lips parting slightly, as though already tasting victory.
A shameful pulse of heat shot straight to his groin.
What the hell is happening to me?
Her voice slid into the silence like warm honey laced with venom.
Not hungry, little toy? Or is the food inadequate? She tilted her head, eyes glittering. If you would rather skip dinner, we can test exactly how much you can endure tonight.
Marcus said nothing. He picked up the chopsticks and ate mechanically, refusing to meet her gaze again.
She watched every bite, satisfied.
When he finished she pulled something from her sleeve. A pill. Small. Green.
Held it out.
Marcus stared. "What is it?"
She smiled. "Healing pill. Low grade. Suitable for mortals."
Part of her couldn't stand seeing her toy this damaged. The thought surprised her.
When had she started caring?
"I want to ask you something." Her tone shifted. Serious.
Marcus's heart hammered. "What?"
"Let's talk inside. More private."
The bedchamber.
They sat across from each other. Separated by three feet of empty space.
Xue Lian waved her hand. Qi sealed the door. The windows. Sound couldn't escape.
Only faint lamplight. Shadows on the walls.
"Where did you get that weapon? The one you used during the ambush."
Marcus's heart raced. His hands went cold. Forehead perspiring.
Fuck. The gun. Of course she'd ask.
"If I wanted I could force the answer." Her voice was casual. Dangerous. "The slave seal works very well for extracting truth."
Marcus cursed internally. How had he forgotten? The seal could compel honesty.
He couldn't tell her about Earth. Couldn't trust what she'd do with that knowledge.
Half-truth then. Let the seal verify.
"A friend gave it to me." He waited. Watched her face.
No reaction. The seal accepted it as truth. Partial truth counted.
"Continue."
"His name is Alex. He was taken by the Primordial Dao Sect."
Xue Lian's brow furrowed. "The Primordial Dao Sect? Why would they suddenly show interest in mortals?"
She studied him. "Do they know about these weapons? That they can kill cultivators?"
Marcus said nothing.
Her eyes narrowed. "How many others have these weapons?"
"Two. They were sold at the slave auction. Separately."
"Do they still have them?"
Marcus hesitated. Didn't want to answer.
The seal flared. Hot needles in his spine. Pain forced his head to nod.
Against his will.
Xue Lian released the seal's pressure. Marcus gasped. Relief flooded through him.
She was quiet. Thinking.
Marcus didn't know that she'd already reverse-engineered his SMG. That her association had replicated it. Improved it with formations and arrays. Made it impossible to copy.
That she planned to sell it as her flagship product.
A weapon mortals could use to kill cultivators. It would change everything. Shake the entire continent.the spark that would ignite war across the Tianxu Continent.
But if others discovered the original weapons her monopoly would be ruined.
Marcus watched her think. Saw an opportunity.
"Can you find them? My friends. Liu and Chen."
She looked at him. Surprised he'd asked.
"Why?"
"They're all I have left. From before."
Xue Lian considered. "I'll issue a task to my subordinates. They'll search. But first..."
She smiled. Not warmth. Something predatory.
"Take the pill. Before we continue. I don't want my toy breaking mid-play."
She paused. Tilted her head.
"I forgot to ask. What's your real name? Lin Mo is obviously fake."
Marcus's jaw tightened. "Marcus. Marcus Rhineheart."
"Marcus." She tested it. "Unusual. Foreign."
He took the pill. Popped it in his mouth. Swallowed.
Immediately heat flooded his body. Turning him red. Hot.
His injuries faded. Pain dissolved. Bruises healed at visible speed. Cuts closed.
But the heat didn't stop. It concentrated. Lower. His blood rushed. Dizziness.
His body responded. Hard. Painful. Too much.
Aphrodisiac. Mixed with the healing pill.
Marcus looked at her. She was smiling. Enjoying his realization.
"You... lied."
She laughed. Light. Musical. Cruel.
"I'm three hundred seventy years old Marcus. A merchant. You're naive to trust me."
The heat was unbearable. Overwhelming. His body moved on instinct.
He stood. Crossed the space. Grabbed her waist.
Pulled her close. His arousal pressed against her.
Her breath on his face. Guiding him. Inviting.
Marcus opened the system panel in his mind.
System Panel Activated
Target: Xue Lian
Current Favorability: 15.42%
Dual Cultivation Essence Convergence: AUTO (Priority: Yang Physique Evolution)
Real-time Trend Monitoring: ACTIVE
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: STANDBY
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 41.7% → MONITORING
Arousal Feedback Loop: ENABLED
Slave Seal Interference: Minimal (Bone-etched; no direct suppression of system functions)
Aphrodisiac Synergy Detected: +180% blood flow to genitals, +45% sensitivity, refractory delay reduced to 0%
He crushed his mouth to hers.
They devoured each other with savage hunger, teeth clashing, tongues wrestling in wet, sloppy strokes, saliva stringing between their lips when they broke for air only to dive back in deeper. Hands tore silk apart with ripping sounds. Robes fell in ruined, crumpled heaps around their feet.
His cock, now grotesquely swollen, veins thick and pulsing like ropes under the skin, slapped wetly against her inner thigh. She wrapped her long, elegant fingers around the base, squeezing just hard enough to make him groan into her mouth, then guided the bulbous, precum-slick head along her drenched slit. The obscene squelching filled the room as her thick, viscous nectar coated every inch of him, turning his shaft glossy and dripping, the frictionless glide teasing her swollen clit with every slow pass.
Favorability Trend (last 30s): +0.58% → +1.12%
Current: 16.54%
Trigger Detected: Prolonged external teasing + heavy aphrodisiac arousal + dominant tongue kiss
She broke first, voice hoarse and commanding.
Inside. Now. Fuck me like you mean it.
He thrust upward in one savage motion, burying every thick inch to the root. Her walls clamped down like molten silk drenched in fire, sucking greedily at his length. A long, shuddering moan ripped from her throat, raw and unrestrained.
Harder. Deeper. Break me open.
He obeyed without mercy.
He slammed her back against the carved bedpost, lifting one of her legs high so he could drive even deeper, hips snapping with punishing force. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples scraping against his chest like hard diamonds. Then he spun her around, bent her over the mattress edge, gripped the flare of her hips hard enough to bruise, and pounded from behind. The wet, filthy clap of flesh on flesh echoed like war drums. Her ass rippled violently with each brutal impact, cheeks reddening from the force. Her nectar gushed down his balls, dripping in thick strands onto the sheets.
She retaliated with cultivator precision, inner walls twisting in rhythmic spirals, sucking and milking him like a living fist. The pressure built too fast. He lasted barely three minutes before his balls drew tight and he erupted inside her, flooding her depths with thick, scalding ropes of cum that overflowed instantly, leaking out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that ran down her trembling thighs.
First Loss Recorded
Yin Essence Absorption: 21.7 units/sec (peak spike)
Yang Physique Evolution: +1.8% (43.5%)
System Note: Aphrodisiac synergy extends endurance; no refractory period detected
But the pill and evolving physique kept him rock-hard, veins still throbbing. No pause. No mercy.
Round after round.
By the eighth she shattered completely. Her back arched off the bed like a bow drawn to breaking, toes curling violently in his mouth as he sucked each one deep, tongue swirling possessively around the sensitive pads the way he would worship her clit. She screamed, body convulsing, and squirted explosively, hot, powerful jets spraying across his face, throat, chest, soaking him completely while her walls milked him in frantic spasms.
Favorability Spike Detected
Current: 22.00% → 24.80%
Trend (last 60s): +9.38%
Trigger: Toe worship + forced deep thrusting + extreme squirting orgasm
Yin Quality: Peak+ (Sweet-tangy viscosity overload; essence purity 99.1%)
Score: Marcus 1 – Xue Lian 8
He experimented ruthlessly, chasing every possible weakness. He sucked at the soft skin of her armpit once, earned a punishing reverse-cowgirl ride where she ground down mercilessly until he was gasping, leaking, punished and humiliated.
Noted: Ineffective.
Then he dared the final frontier.
Mid-round he pulled out with a wet pop, dropped to his knees, spread her cheeks wide. His tongue circled her tight, virgin pucker slowly at first, then pressed insistently, wet and hot, pushing past the initial resistance while two fingers curled deep inside her dripping cunt and his thumb ground tight, merciless circles on her throbbing clit.
Her entire spine locked. A violent shockwave ripped through her.
She screamed, primal, shattered, voice cracking, and squirted again, harder than before, powerful arcs splashing across his face, throat, chest in hot, relentless waves.
Second Weakness Acquired
Favorability: 24.80% → 28.40% → 35.00% (accelerated climb)
Anal Teasing + Dual Stimulation: Extreme response detected
System Note: Target resistance collapsing rapidly; submission volatility at critical levels
Twenty rounds later his legs finally gave out.
She did not pause.
She mounted him, reverse first, ass bouncing hypnotically as she rode him into the mattress, then forward, breasts swaying in his face so he could suck and bite her nipples raw, then pinned him flat beneath her, riding like she intended to ruin him forever. Her walls clenched in vicious, rhythmic pulses, forcing orgasm after orgasm from his exhausted body even after his vision blackened and consciousness slipped away. His cock, kept brutally rigid by the aphrodisiac and Yang Physique, never softened, never stopped leaking.
Dawn's first ray sliced through the curtains.
Marcus woke to sunlight on his face.
Xue Lian slept beside him, peaceful for once, lips parted, chest rising softly, faint bite marks blooming across her throat and breasts.
System Panel
Target Favorability: 35.00%
Yang Physique Evolution: 52.1%
Kama Points Earned: 0 (threshold 80% unmet)
Session Summary: 20+ rounds | 1 major victory | 2 new fetish triggers unlocked | Aphrodisiac synergy extended session duration by 340%
Conversion Efficiency: 97.8%
Slave Seal Status: Active (Bone-etched; monitoring for potential interference)
He closed his eyes in exhausted relief.
She stirred. Bathed. Dressed in flowing azure travel robes.
Leaned over him with a faint, almost fond smile.
I depart for the Azure Vast Continent today. Business. At least a week, perhaps longer.
Her fingers brushed sweat-damp hair from his forehead.
Wait for me, Marcus Rhineheart. When I return, we resume.
She left.
Marcus lay motionless, every muscle shredded, cock still half-hard and leaking, body humming with lingering aphrodisiac fire.
He swore silently: Never fall for her traps again.
But deep inside, the darker voice purred.
He had loved every filthy, shattering second.
And the numbers kept climbing.