Marcus waited in the shadowed corridor until Xuan Ao finally finished orders barking at the supply clerks. Half an hour of watching the man juggle jade slips and irritated subordinates. When Xuan Ao finally looked his way, Marcus stepped forward.
"Tomorrow After lunch. Meet me at lady xue mansion . I need to talk business."
Xuan Ao gave a quick, tired nod. "Fine. He waved over a guard. "Take him back to the main residence. Lady Xue's orders."
The ride back was silent. The guard didn't speak; Marcus didn't ask questions.
When he stepped into the grand foyer of the private mansion, the head maid was waiting.
He hadn't truly noticed her the first day.
Orange hair like autumn fire, bound in a severe knot. Grey eyes sharp enough to cut glass. A body that refused to be hidden by the modest servant robes full breasts straining against silk, hips that swayed with deliberate economy, thighs thick enough to make a man reconsider gravity.
Their eyes met.
Neither blinked.
After three heartbeats she spoke, tone cool but not cruel.
"What are you doing here?"
"Lady Xue sent me back to rest."
She studied him like a ledger entry that refused to balance.
He opened his mouth to ask her name.
She cut him off with a single raised finger.
"Rose."
A younger maid appeared instantly petite, bright-eyed, chestnut curls bouncing.
"Show him the residence. Explain the rules. Every single one."
Rose beamed. "This way, honored guest! How are you today, sir?"
"Still breathing," Marcus muttered.
She giggled and began the tour.
The rules were endless.
Laundry hours. Meal bells. Tea service. Forbidden wings. Areas where even the air seemed to belong to Xue Lian alone. No wandering after midnight. No touching artifacts. No speaking her name carelessly within earshot of guards.
When Marcus dared ask, very quietly, "What kind of woman is Lady Xue, really?" Rose's smile vanished.
She dragged him by the sleeve into a small soundproofed chamber used for storing winter incense.
Voice barely above a whisper:
"Her Dao companion was the Third Prince of the royal house. One hundred years ago he vanished. The imperial family declared him dead. No one speaks of it. Ever."
She swallowed.
"Lady Xue built the Black Seal from nothing. No backing. No clan. Only her mind, her ruthlessness, and whatever connections she clawed out of the royal family's corpse politics. She answers to no one now."
Rose opened the door again.
"Lunch at the third bell. Don't be late."
The door closed behind her.
Then he went for his room.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed.
He opened the system panel.
Favorability: 1.63%
A slow smile spread across his face.
He had not fully tested the system yet.
But tonight he would.
Night fell.
After bathing and changing into fresh black silk robes, Marcus walked to the private dining hall.
Xue Lian waited there in a dress the color of fresh arterial blood. Floral embroidery climbed the silk like living vines. The neckline plunged low enough to make breathing an act of courage.
She looked like sin wearing the mask of nobility.
As he entered she looked at him like a predator sizing up prey, then offered a small, dangerous smile.
Marcus bowed deeply, low enough to keep the slave seal dormant.
She inclined her head once.
"Sit."
Dinner passed in near silence.
He stole glances at her cleavage, at the way the red silk clung to every curve.
Stunning.
No one would ever guess her true age.
When the last dish was cleared, she set her cup down.
"So. Are you ready?"
Marcus nodded.
He followed her to her bedchamber.
The room was lavish. Multicolored jewel chandeliers scattered prisms across black marble floors. In the center stood an enormous royal bed draped in midnight silk.
She walked to the bed, sat on the edge, crossed her legs.
With a casual flick of her fingers, the heavy doors slammed shut behind him.
Marcus swallowed hard.
Such a seductive woman stood before him.
She gazed into his eyes, waiting.
He stepped forward. Hands trembling. Jaw clenched. Legs threatening to give out as memories of the previous night flooded back.
But he moved anyway.
For his future.
He circled behind her.
Hands settled on her shoulders.
First time he had ever massaged anyone.
He leaned close, lips brushing her ear.
"Let's start with a massage, Lady Xue. You worked all day. Let me help you relax."
She allowed him to guide her forward until she lay prone, back exposed.
His fingers found the hidden clasps of the scarlet dress.
One by one the fabric parted.
Pristine white back.
Plump, high perky buttocks.
Thick, powerful thighs.
Fair, long legs.
He began massaging.
Shoulders first.
Then down the elegant line of her spine.
Then her buttocks, kneading deeply.
Then her calves.
Finally her feet.
Only the sound of her deep, slow breathing filled the room.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
Meanwhile Marcus opened the system panel.
He selected Xue Lian's profile and pinned the Favorability Index to the main screen.
Current: 1.63%
He had discovered this decimal precision feature today, pure luck.
He also pinned the Dual Cultivation Energy Convergence option to the main screen and set it to AUTOMATIC.
If his plan worked, every drop of energy exchanged during dual cultivation would be funneled directly into Yang Physique Evolution, continuous fuel to keep him going all night.
And he could watch the Favorability number in real time.
See exactly which moves, touches, techniques pushed it higher fastest.
Target Profile: Xue Lian
Current Favorability: 1.63%
Favorability Trend (last 60 seconds): +0.02% (Initial contact response)
Dual Cultivation Energy Convergence: AUTO (Active)
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 17.4% → 17.42%
Real-time Feedback Enabled
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 0.8 units/sec
Conversion Efficiency: 93.5%
The real fight begins now.
He continued massaging her plump thighs.
Gradually moved to her perky buttocks.
Intermittently his fingers slipped deeper, brushing, then teasing her entrance.
Soon he felt thick, viscous honey coating his fingers.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
Favorability: 1.63% → 1.89%
Trend: +0.26% (Teasing escalation detected)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 1.9 units/sec
Target Arousal Level: Rising (Moisture detected)
He teased for long minutes.
Just as she opened her mouth, probably to demand he move to the main act, he struck.
He lifted her hips upward.
Leaned in from behind.
And buried his mouth against her lower lips.
He sucked greedily.
His tongue circled her clit in tight, relentless spirals, flicking, lapping, pressing flat for broad strokes.
More and more slick poured out, soaking his chin, his throat, the sheets beneath.
Favorability began to rise, slowly but steadily.
Favorability: 1.89% → 2.67%
Trend: +0.78% (Oral stimulation peak)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 5.3 units/sec
Peak Yin Quality: High-grade (Intense flavor profile: Sweet-tangy, increasing viscosity)
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 17.42% → 17.81%
System Note: Target experiencing novel oral pattern; resistance dropping
Then he pushed his tongue deep inside her tunnel, thrusting, curling, exploring every inch of her velvet walls.
Her back arched violently off the bed.
A deep, shocked moan tore from her throat, raw, animalistic, echoing off the walls.
No one had ever done this to her.
Not her Dao partner.
Not any man.
In their rigid, conservative cultivation society, such acts were considered shameful.
She moaned louder and louder, her hips bucking involuntarily against his face, grinding for more.
But she held on, refusing to break completely.
Favorability: 2.67% → 3.92%
Trend: +1.25% (Deep penetration simulation via tongue)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 8.7 units/sec
Target Heart Rate: 138 bpm (elevated arousal)
Target Core Temperature: +1.2°C
System Alert: Target vocalizations increasing; first signs of involuntary submission
Marcus pulled his face away, slick strings connecting his lips to her throbbing entrance.
Turned her over roughly.
She saw her own honey dripping from his chin and lips, glistening in the chandelier light.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, rare vulnerability in her arctic gaze.
He slid two fingers, then three, inside her cave, pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep within.
No significant movement on the Favorability bar.
Favorability: 3.92% → 4.01%
Trend: +0.09% (Manual penetration – minimal impact)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 6.4 units/sec
System Note: Technique ineffective; switch recommended
He leaned forward.
Took one perfect breast into his mouth.
Sucked hard, pulling the stiff nipple between his teeth, biting just enough to send sparks.
His free hand kneaded the other breast, pinching, rolling, twisting.
A sharp, breathy moan escaped her.
Favorability ticked upward, more noticeably.
Favorability: 4.01% → 5.23%
Trend: +1.22% (Breast + nipple worship spike; pain-pleasure threshold hit)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 9.8 units/sec
Target Vocalizations: Increased (Moans at 72 dB peak)
That was enough.
She had endured enough teasing.
In one smooth, predatory motion she flipped him onto his back.
Tore his robes away like they were paper.
His manhood stood proud, thick, bulging, pulsating like a living thing, veins throbbing, leaking thick beads of precum that dripped down the shaft.
Satisfaction and raw hunger flashed in her eyes.
She aligned her dripping lower lips with his shaft.
Rubbed herself along his length mercilessly, grinding her clit against the slick head, coating him in her honey while teasing him to the brink.
The more she did it, the more Yang essence leaked from him, hot, potent, driving her senses wild with its raw masculine scent.
She could wait no longer.
She sank down in one brutal motion, engulfing him completely.
He pierced straight to her womb, stretching her walls to their limit.
A long, shuddering moan ripped from her throat, half triumph, half ecstasy.
Then she began to ride.
Hard.
Fast.
Merciless.
The wet clap of her buttocks striking his pelvis echoed through the room like thunder.
Clap clap clap…
Skin slapping skin, slick and obscene.
Her moans filled the air, rising in pitch, growing desperate.
His grunts answered, deep, strained.
Marcus felt the edge approaching too quickly, his balls tightening, pressure building like a dam about to burst.
But he circulated the dual cultivation technique at full speed.
Continuous waves of Yin energy poured into him.
Purified.
Converted directly into Yang Physique Evolution.
He could feel the fire surging through his veins, stronger, hotter, burning away fatigue.
Favorability: 5.23% → 6.89%
Trend: +1.66% (Aggressive riding + full penetration)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 14.2 units/sec
Conversion Efficiency: 98.3%
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 17.81% → 19.64%
System Warning: Vessel strain at 58% – orgasm risk high; maintain circulation
Inside, he smiled.
Let's see who wins tonight, Xue Lian.
Five rounds passed.
Fatigue touched him, but nothing like last time.
By the fifth round previously he had already been broken.
Now he endured, flipping her, taking control at times, only for her to seize it back.
Favorability had climbed past 8%.
Time to experiment.
He rolled on top of her.
Kissed her neck, sucking hard enough to leave blooming bruises.
Slowly worshipped her breasts, licking, biting, devouring.
Meanwhile his hips never stopped, ramming deep, brutal thrusts that made her gasp.
He felt her walls tighten and coil every time he sucked or bit her nipples, fluttering like a trapped bird.
The wet squeezing sounds and rhythmic claps continued, squelch, slap, clap, fluids splashing with each impact.
He tested rhythms.
Depth.
Intensity.
Force.
Watched the Favorability bar like a hawk.
Made mental notes.
Which positions.
Which durations.
What made it spike.
Favorability: 8.14% → 9.72%
Trend: +1.58% (Neck marking + synchronized thrusting)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 17.9 units/sec
Target Muscle Tension: High (Walls contracting at 2.3 Hz)
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 19.64% → 21.08%
System Note: Optimal rhythm identified – deep, forceful, 1.8 thrusts/sec
Then he found it.
The hidden weakness.
When he lifted one elegant foot and sucked her big toe into his mouth, hot, wet, possessive, tongue swirling around it like it was her clit, while driving into her at exactly the right depth and force, angling to grind against her most sensitive inner spot,
Her eyes rolled back completely.
Her walls clamped like a velvet vice, crushing, milking, unrelenting.
She screamed, a full-throated, primal wail of absolute shattering ecstasy.
She squirted, hard, explosively.
Hot fluid gushed in powerful jets across his stomach and thighs, soaking the bed, his skin, everything in a warm flood.
Favorability jumped violently.
Straight to 15%.
Favorability: 9.72% → 15.00%
Trend: +5.28% (Fetish trigger activated – toe worship + precision thrusting)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 32.6 units/sec (Peak overload)
Conversion Efficiency: 99.4%
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 21.08% → 24.97%
System Alert: Target orgasm achieved (First squirt recorded; intensity level: Extreme. Favorability volatility at max – potential for rapid gains)
Marcus was stunned.
5 to 1.
A monumental victory.
She felt the defeat, but she liked it.
No man before had ever satisfied her like this, pushed her to such humiliating, euphoric release.
She locked her legs around his waist.
Pulled him into a tight embrace.
For the first time, she allowed his lips to meet hers.
Marcus seized the chance.
French kiss, deep, hungry, tongue sliding against hers, exploring her mouth like he owned it, the way he had seen in countless movies and series.
At first both were clumsy.
Amateurs.
Then instinct took over.
They devoured each other, tongues battling, lips bruising, saliva mixing in a messy, desperate claim.
All while he kept thrusting, harder, deeper, relentless.
He thought he could finally overcome her.
Make her submit.
But he forgot one crucial fact.
He was still a mortal.
And he had just made a Golden Core cultivator far, far more aroused, awakening a hunger centuries dormant.
Like dipping your hand into a beehive for honey without protection.
You get the honey.
Then comes the punishment.
He lifted her while they kissed, holding her full weight, impaling her as he stood.
Kept ramming deep, her body bouncing on his shaft with every upward thrust.
Suddenly her inner walls squeezed, impossibly tight, like a fist of molten silk crushing him from base to tip.
He groaned, low, guttural, pained.
Cursed.
Climaxed instantly, explosively.
Filled her to overflowing, hot seed pumping in thick ropes, spilling out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs.
His legs gave out.
They crashed back onto the bed.
She looked down at him with smug satisfaction, eyes gleaming with victory.
He realized the truth.
She could squeeze him like that whenever she wanted, control his release like a puppet master.
Favorability: 15.00% → 15.92%
Trend: +0.92% (Post-orgasm dominance reasserted)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 19.4 units/sec
System Note: Target control mechanism identified – voluntary contraction; counter-strategy advised
But he refused to surrender.
The evolving Yang Physique flooded him with fresh energy, veins burning like liquid fire, muscles regenerating mid-thrust.
He kept going.
Piercing her again and again, flipping positions, taking her from behind, on her side, against the bedpost.
She squeezed intermittently, milking him dry, forcing release after release until his balls ached.
He turned her onto her stomach.
Saw both entrances, the dripping, swollen lower lips and the tight, forbidden pucker above.
Wanted to claim the other, plunge into that untouched territory, stretch it around his thickness.
But hesitated.
Favorability still too low.
Risk too high, could shatter everything.
He aligned with her lower lips again.
Squish.
Wet insertion, sliding into her heat with a filthy, sucking sound.
He felt her warmth.
The rhythmic squeezing of her walls, pulsating with each thrust, like a heartbeat around his cock.
Each drive met with faint moans, building to cries.
Her leaking pussy dripping continuously, a constant stream of mixed fluids soaking the sheets.
Twenty more rounds.
She took ruthless control, riding him reverse, then forward, then pinning him down.
Squeezed him round after round, deliberate contractions that made his eyes cross, forcing him to empty everything he had.
Favorability: 15.92% → 18.47%
Trend: +2.55% (Prolonged endurance + multiple positions)
Yin Essence Absorption Rate: 24.1 units/sec
Yang Physique Evolution Progress: 24.97% → 28.63%
System Warning: Vessel strain at 89% – risk of overload; energy reserves depleting
When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, it was over.
Marcus lay conscious, barely, on the ruined bed, body slick with sweat, cum, and her squirt.
Sunlight fell across them.
The system panel showed results.
Favorability: 18.47%
Yang Physique Evolution: 28.63%
Kama Points Earned: 0
Zero points. Because favorability hadn't crossed eighty percent.
But eighteen percent was progress. Real progress.
At this rate he'd need four more sessions. Maybe five. Not seventy-nine.
The business was in reach.
Xue Lian looked down at him. Something shifted in her gaze. A crack in the ice.
She traced one finger along his jaw.
Murmured softly.
"What an interesting man."
She stood. Dressed. Moved with ease while Marcus could barely breathe.
"I'll have the contracts drawn up. Capital. Seals. Protection. Everything you need for your chocolate business."
She pulled a pouch from her storage ring. Tossed it onto the bed beside him.
Heavy. The clink of coins.
"Two thousand spirit coins. Seed money. Don't waste it."
She walked to the door. Paused.
"The shop will take a week to set up. Paperwork. Permits. Location. Use the time wisely."
Her eyes found his. Golden amber. Still empty of real warmth.
"Tonight we continue. By week's end you'll have your storefront."
The door closed.
Marcus lay in the silk sheets. Alone.
He tried to move. His body screamed in protest.
Every muscle was shredded. His shoulders felt dislocated. Again. Ribs cracked on the left side. Each breath was knives.
Blood crusted on his thighs. On his stomach. Bite marks covered his neck. His chest. Deep enough to scar.
His hips were the worst. Ground down. Bones grinding against bones. He couldn't feel his legs properly.
The Yang Physique evolution had kept him going. Kept him conscious. But it couldn't stop the damage.
Just made him endure more of it.
He reached for the pouch with trembling hands. Opened it. Medium grade spirit coins. Hundreds of them.
Eighteen percent favorability. Two thousand coins. A business contract in a week.
He'd won. Sort of.
His vision blurred. Not from tears. From pain. From exhaustion so deep it felt like drowning.
He'd rest until noon. If he could move by then.
This afternoon he'd meet Xuan Ao.
The shop would take a week. Permits. Paperwork. Location.
Marcus had another plan .
Tonight he'd pay for it again. But today he'd start building something that could Set him free.