The Secret Orders of the world were finally making their move. A young man, drowned in his Sins and Regrets, was now the head of one the major Secret Orders.
This story is about him, the women who surround him, their Sins of Love, and the world itself.
Here’s the fifth chapter Kaiya’s opening Arc of the series. Hope you like it. Thanks!
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“H-how… how is this possible?” You demand.
“Isn’t it simple? You yourself have experienced this weakness. Your power is dependent on your capacity to use magic. You may have patched that little hole in yourself, but you left it open for your daughters. Perhaps, you wanted to have the option to stop them if they ever became out of control. I exploited that hole, and now, they are my slaves!”
“Anna!” Merida shouts.
“Elsa!” Aurora adds tearfully. “Hero-san, you must save them!”
“We’re sorry, mommy!”
“I’m scared, father!”
The two girls held each other as Cruella stands over them, each girl in a collar and leash. Cruella is holding the leashes while laughing with the back of her hand up to her face. Without context, it certainly looks like the three women are performing some kind of S&M play.
“Don’t even think about saving them!” Cruella shouts in your mom’s voice. “I have their collars, if you even think of approaching me, I’ll break their minds, turning them into moronic miscreants!”
“No!” You cry, clinching your fist. “You can’t… I already have a Tiana.”
“Hey! Did commoner just say my name! He meant me, right?”
“Gah, I couldn’t bear to see that, even for a moment!” You sigh. “Very well, what do you want?”
“Why is commoner always so cruel… waaah.” Ariel pats Tiana’s head, followed by her butt, and then other things, soon Tiana is too distracted to feel upset anymore.
“I already said… release my sisters to me. Their armies, and their lands will become mine…”
“No!” Grimhilde cries.
“You can’t…” Maleficent adds.
“Oh? You guys really like being with me that much.” You smile, taking enjoyment in the affection their showing by their protests.
“D-don’t get any ideas!” Maleficent turns to you and curses.
“It’s not what prince thinks…” Ursula looks away with a blush.
“Eh?”
“There is… something… you don’t understand about our sister Cruella.” Even Medusa looks slightly down.
“Don’t worry, my sisters, I understand that he has brainwashed all of you. Th-that bastard raped each and every one of my sisters. I’ll save you from his clutches… even if I have to save you from yourselves.”
The girls all look away, awkward expressions forming on their faces. I glance back and forth between the groups, not quite understanding what I am missing here.
“Wh-what is your plan, anyway?” You decide to ask.
“Haha! Isn’t it obvious? I will use the armies of my sisters and finally conquer Tremaine. I will kill that wretched husband of hers and become the next Demon Queen!”
“Really? This is all about just one upping all of your sisters and getting power?” You feel a little disappointed at the thought that this was all about power, it felt too cliche.
“No, hero, you still don’t understand…” Grimhilde sighs, causing you to give an even more confused look.
“One upping my sisters?” Cruella put on a look of disgust. “Why would I want to do that? I don’t want to be better than my sisters, I want to possess my sisters!”
“Huh?”
“I will be the next Demon Queen, not in the sense of replacing mom, but in the sense of claiming all my sisters. They’ll all be my women! Every day they’ll service me! We can sleep together every night and every morning make love.”
“Wh-what? You’re not saying…” Your eyes start to widen.
“Yes…” Ursula says sadly, “Our sister, is unequivocally a massive…”
“Siscon!” Maleficent finishes.
“Come to me sisters! Or I will make you cum- ahem… I mean hand over my sisters so that I can love them, make love to them… I mean… let me fuck my sisters!” She demands, stomping her foot.
“…”
“Tsk, it repulses me to think that you had your dick inside them. Only I can be inside them!”
“I-inside?” You let otu a cough.
Cruella grabs her underwear and rips it off, spreading her legs as she does. Something falls out from between her legs The sight causes you to spit up a bit of blood. You mother is standing there, and she also has a dick! The sight… it burns!
“I’ll cum in all my sisters, and purge them from your nastiness!”
“You’re one to talk about nasty!” You cry out, wanting to bleach your eyes, you turn to the other girls. “C-cruella is a dude?”
“No… Cruella can take any form…” Grimhilde explains. “As a changeling, she technically has no sex, or rather she can be any sex. She could just as easily form a dick as a pussy.”
“Th-this…” You collapse to your knees. “This can’t happen.”
Cruella taps her lips, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Actually, now that I think about it, you have raped all of my sisters! Even if we traded, how could I possibly let such an atrocity go unpunished? Since we’re trading your daughters for my sisters, and you raped all of my sisters, then truly the right solution is to rape your daughters!”
Cruella’s dick starts to grow hard as she stands over the two helpless daughters while grinning maniacally.
“Gulp!”
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“Thank you, king of Riun.” The princess of the eagle tribe bowed. “You have saved us all.”
“Yeah… yeah…” You sigh, walking off to check on your army on the wall.
Over the last week, you have been in over a hundred skirmishes. With your powers, there is little waiting. You can instantly teleport your army anywhere, surprising the enemy and wiping them out in a heartbeat. Over the last week, you’ve refined your swordsmanship which was only downloaded into your body magically using the true heat of battle.
Admittedly, your body is invincible. In the last 100 battles, you would have been killed with an arrow ten times, and skewered by a lucky blade you weren’t paying attention to another fifteen. So overall, you would have survived 75% of the battles you were in, and with every battle you were growing better and better at it. Soon, even Snow White was growing impressed with battle prowess, which is no longer a matter of tweaking powers and now involves actual experience.
Of course, Florian, Snow White, Kida, and Merida were all there to provide you pointers. Florian’s pointers were the only ones that didn’t devolve into sex eventually. So, for all intent and purposes, you ended up learning more from Florian than you did from the others. You also used Florian’s talents to summon some modern warfare, and you now have a gun unit and even a couple tanks.
Suffice it to say, this eagle tribe is one of three dozen demihumans tribes you’ve already saved. The remaining survivors were brought into the walls of this city which functions as your main headquarters for launching this campaign. Every battle leaves some dead or wounded and some joining your army. Overall, it’s been a surplus, and your army is now the largest force in the mainland. As Grimhilde put it, if every remaining land rose up against you at this moment, even without your own magic skills, your army would be able to steamroll them.
Steamroll is exactly what you needed to do, because there are only a few weeks left until the Demon god breaks into this world. With two Demonlords left, the timing is narrow.
Perhaps, you’d be more excited about this development, but there is just one caveat. No matter how many slavers you cut down, more always come. At first, you had assumed it was a failure of communication. Perhaps you moved too fast for the slavers to hear about their own demise. However, a week had gone by, and there has been more than enough time for the slavers to hear their forces were being systematically wiped out.
These aren’t soldiers, after all. These are slavers looking for a profit. It makes no logical sense that they would throw their lives away attacking the demi-humans and trying to enslave women long after the demi-humans have received reinforcements and mounted a proper resistance. Yet, these slavers still came in massive waves, riding in to raid every town. When all the small ones had formed into larger walled cities (the walls magically grown overnight by you), they also started banding together to form larger armies.
“These guys… they’re not sanctioned by the human realm.” Kida surmises.
“What do you say that?” I ask.
“We sent a bird to the capital city, to King Eric. He’s offered assistance, and insisted that these are not his. As far as the slaves, he reported he shut down the slave trade three weeks ago, and has seen no influx of illegal activity. In other words, the slaves aren’t being sold in the human realm.”
“Then… just where are the slaves going?” You ponder out loud. “Who would possibly need to enslave nearly 50,000 demi-human women.”
This is only any estimate. Based on your best guess, the entirety of the demi-human realm was made of a couple million demi-humans. That number is probably half that now, with as many as 50,000 women in collars and chains being taken god knew where.
A horn blasted, causing you to walk up to the wall of the city and glance out. A massive slaver army has grown outside the walls of this city. Your army is currently garrisoned inside the city, so you are relatively safe. Even if you can’t summon food as much as you wanted to or leave with the flick of a finger, the harpy forces could easily fly over and bring in supplies. Basically, unless they attack you full force, they are only wasting their time.
“What are they doing?” Grimhilde asks suspiciously.
It was then that you notice a cloaked riding heading out from the army. You curiously watch as they are followed by several other soldiers, including two slaves with bags over their heads. When the group reaches a visible distance just out of arrow reach, the main person steps up and pulls back their hood.
“Hello, thief. Remember me?” The woman who threw off her cloak shouts.
“Nope… not even a little!”
“Hah… well, my face has changed since then. After all, I wear so many faces.”
“…”
“Recognize me now?”
“Ma’am… I have no clue who you are.”
“Tsk… I forgot how much you pissed me off. To think you would steal my sisters. Even Gothel is whoring it with you. Before, I fled, but now, I come to end this. Give me my sisters back, immediately.”
“Wait… are you Tremaine?”
“You bastard! You know I’m Cruella! I’m Cruella, I said it twice!”
“Hey, that’s my line!” Maleficent cries out, “She’s definitely Cruella, only Cruella would shamelessly copy others so easily.
“Hahaha!” Cruella laughed, her body shimmering until she suddenly warped her appearance into someone new.
Your eyes widen and you nearly spit blood at the woman standing before you. She is definitely someone you recognize.
“Who is she now?” Grimhilde looks on in confusion. “Some old lady…”
“You bitch!” You curse, flicking her off.
“Hahaha… is that the proper way to talk to your mommy?”
That’s right, her current form is that of your mother. You have no clue how she found out, but she knew what your mother looks like and she turned into the last memory you had of her. Then she, pulls open the cloak, immediately exposing herself. Dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie is your mother, making lewd gestures with a naughty grin on her face in front of two massive armies.
“Cruella… you bitch… you’re not going to get to me this time!”
“Oh yeah?” Your mom’s face smirks evilly, “We’re just getting started. Guards!”
The two other guards get down, dragging two slave girls forward before shoving them down on their knees. The girls seem to have sexy bodies, at least it was better to look at them than your mother in lingerie next to them. They have outfits a bit like Leia’s slave outfit, except somehow much skimpier.
“Behold, thief, for my next stunt, I’ll need two guests. You may recognize them…” The guards pull off the hoods of the two slaves, and this time you collapse, gripping on to the edge of the wall as you stare fervently at the women on the field.
“Father!” Two girl’s shout, tears falling down their eyes.
Cruella’s two slaves are Anna and Elsa!
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“Wh-what’s going on here?” You ask hesitantly.
In front of you is your army which has been brought over from Gothel’s country and is assembled here. You have the harpy forces flying overhead. The main army is composed of goblins, demons, and sex dolls. The dragons are in the back, seemingly as backup support. Then you have the archer dark elves, all a month pregnant with just the slightest hint of the formation of baby bellies.
“After battling through Gothel’s forces, the units have formed together into a battle-hardened unit.” Snow White explained.
“Every soldier here is the most trusted and loyal members of your army. They will gladly put their lives on the line and die for you, Owner.” Rapunzel added.
“No, no, no… what I mean to say is… why are they all women!”
Rows and rows of armored women stand before you, a massive army. Every single girl is an immaculate beauty. Even the goblins, who you were pretty sure were men once, are now rows and rows of women.
“Ah…” Snow White scratches her neck. “How do I say this? During our campaign against Gothel, to reach you in time, some sacrifices had to be made. We asked Wendy for some guidance… and the next thing you know… all the men are dead!”
“Wendy!” You growl.
“It was a choice we all decided on.” Grimhilde touches your arm gently. “We felt that since my love was the reason we needed to attack Gothel so recklessly, that he’d never forgive himself if he lead to the death of many women. The men were happy to volunteer to save the women.”
“…”
“Tsk… it’s proper for men to die in a woman’s name anyway. That’s true equality!” Wendy declares.
“Tentacle rape.” You snap your fingers, causing vines to immediately erupt from the ground and rip off Wendy’s clothing as they wrap around her.
“You may rape me, but you can’t rape the trut- Glluuurrrgggg…” her words were silenced as a tentacle dick shoves down her throat.
Completely bound, she collapses to the ground, wrapped completely in tentacles that squeeze and penetrate every orifice. Rather than scared or crying, she has a rather lewd look on her face suggesting she prefers it this way.
You sigh as you ignore the writhing horny pregnant dark elf. “What about the goblins? I thought female goblins are rare?”
“Ah… that…” Snow White looked away with a blush. “It turns out, all the goblins you had the sex dolls gestating came out female. It must have been something about how you magically created these dolls. You could call this army the second generation. Most of these ladies are only a month old, but fortunately, a month is all that’s needed for a goblin to reach sexual maturity!”
“That means the sex doll can no longer get pregnant?” You ask, worried that your army of goblins has come to an end once this batch dies out.
Snow White’s cheeks turned even more yellow with a blush. “That is… you crafted the sex dolls to be adaptable. Once the women out populated the men, the sex dolls began to grow futa dicks. They now impregnate the women goblins.”
“Ah…” Some details were better left not being known.
“So, that explains the goblins, and the harpies were always women anyway. However, did every female dragon die? What of the demons?”
“If I remember correctly, Dragons are a bit like lions. The males stay behind and nest, while the females go out to hunt. In that case, it’d be common for them to send female dragons to war.”
There was a snort and Gothel raised her head from Ursula’s shoulder where she was napping while standing. “After seeing my boyfriend’s preference for female soldiers, I thought it was normal. That’s why I recruited only females for this army. Is that bad?”
“So… this is your army?” Lady asks, walking up to the group of you at the head. “Hmmm… they may be acceptable. I suppose we could use them to bolster our forces.”
“Bolster! My army is five times the size of yours.” Snow White growls. “You’d be defeated easily without our intervention!”
Lady looks away. “That’s as it may, do not forget, we’re merely allowing you to help us defend our tribes.”
“Sure… as long as you don’t forget the proper payment.”
“Payment!” Lady spun. “Why you… isn’t this just humanitarian aid?”
“Hah? Does my army look like it’s made of humans?”
“I’m human!” A single voice shouts, raising their hand.
“Shut up, Carl!” You yell.
“Carl? I thought all of your army was female.”
“Well… all female, and Carl.”
“I’m the last surviving man!” Carl shouted. “I’m surrounded by beautiful female soldiers, I’m living the dream!”
“Damn it, Carl, one more line out of you and you’re out of the army!”
“Lady…” a soldier runs up. “The slavers are making another attack on the capital. If we don’t leave now, the strongest tribe will fall!”
Lady shot a look at you. Rather than seeming worried, you stand there, cleaning your nails, without making any attempt to rally your army.
“D-damn it! You’ll have your reward!” Lady curses. “Help us!”
“Very well… let’s get started.”
“What makes you think that I practice an advanced Cultivation technique?” I asked back.
She smiled knowingly. “No use denying it. Its effects speak for themselves. There is no way an ordinary Cultivation technique could help me Purify my Spirit in such a short amount of time… and so thoroughly.”
“And… what do you mean by Purify?”
She frowned slightly and then turned back to tending the fire with a pout, “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. You don’t have to play dumb like that.” Then, almost inaudibly, she added, “So stingy.” If not for my enhanced hearing, I wouldn’t have picked that up. I was quite confused. It appeared that she was under some grave misconception. From her words, I could infer that my siphoning of her Cultivation hadn’t been detrimental to her – rather, it seemed that she had benefitted substantially from it. Enough that she was willing to let me keep my secrets.
Calming down, I began to analyse her words and actions, trying to glean as much information from them as possible.
First of all, what did I know?
I had imbibed some form of energy from both her and her senior sister. The energy had helped me strengthen my body while weakening theirs. Going by the explanation I had managed to coax out of her when she was delirious after our first bout of sex, that was probably their Qi.
Instead of being furious that I had stolen her Qi, she had tried to protect me from her senior sister and then brought me over to her own courtyard which was at the edge of the residential area.
She had said that her senior sister had hidden the fact about my survival and instructed her to harvest me while the rest of the sect was busy with the initiation of the new recruits.
She was willing to accommodate my wishes to a great extent, drawing a bath for me, allowing me to keep my secrets without prying…
She had done all this because she was under the misconception that I was using a high-level cultivation technique and it had helped her ‘Purify’ her Spirit.
All of these fragmented observations whirled in my mind and a clearer picture began to emerge.
The sneaky behaviour, the out of the way courtyard – these two girls were marginalized in the sect.
If they revealed my existence, I would either be killed or taken away by a higher ranked Cultivator. They had very little to gain by revealing my existence and a lot to gain from my so-called high-grade Cultivation technique if Lin’s amenability to my requests was any indication.
Knowing that they needed me was great news. It meant that I could pull my own weight. It meant that I had chips I could bring to the negotiation table. It wasn’t just a simple-minded young girl’s mercy keeping me alive.
As for ridiculous ideas like Lin falling in love with me, or becoming addicted to my godly prowess in bed? He-he.
Now, I needed to know what that chip exactly was.
“What do you mean by Purifying your Spirit?” I repeated.
Lin turned to me and studied my expression, trying to detect any signs that I was just messing with her. “Y-you really don’t know?” she finally asked.
“Nope.”
Suddenly, her eyes brightened. “Oh! I know. You came from outside the Coral Islands. The Cultivation terms must be different there, so, of course, you won’t understand them. By Purify I mean…”
I stopped her there with a wry smile. This girl really had a rich imagination. If I played along, I might have obtained the information I wanted but it would introduce a falsehood in our interactions. A lie that would easily be exposed when her senior sister woke up. Relationships are built on the foundation of trust. Trust is built by the bricks of honesty. If I wanted to truly conquer these girls and have them be my backing in my bid to survive this dire situation I had found myself in, it wasn’t my dick that would convince them, it was my mind.
“I really don’t have any special cultivation technique. I don’t even know a single thing about Cultivation aside from what you told me. I just have a special Spirit inborn. That let me survive being harvested by your senior sister once and that’s what let me do whatever it is that I did during sex with the both of you.”
Honest but not the whole truth.
“Special spirit?” her eyes widened in surprise.
“Yeah. I have two of these glowing balls of light in my inner vision. One in my heart and the other in my head. The one in my head controls the one in my heart so I am not as affected by your yin Qi. That was how I turned the tables on you.”
“A dual Spirit!” she exclaimed. “That’s so rare… it might not appear in the whole of the Coral Islands in a hundred years. But,” she frowned, wrinkling her nose adorably in the process, “in the book where I read about it, it didn’t say anything about one Spirit controlling the other.”
I shrugged.
“You know,” she said as she stopped tending the fire and walked up to the barrel, “Sex felt so amazing. I-it was like there were fireworks exploding in my head every time you touched me. Towards the end, it got so intense… my mind blanked.” She touched the water in the barrel to test the temperature.
“When I woke up, I found you sitting beside me in meditation, glowing golden from all the Qi in you. Qi you had taken from me. Months of my painstaking cultivation gone. I-I nearly snapped your neck then.” she said while averting her eyes.
I stiffened where I sat, a sheen of cold sweat covering my back and forehead. How many times had I teetered on the brink of death this night alone?
Finding the temperature of the water suitable, she lightly leapt into the barrel with nary a splash, submerging herself up to her shoulders.
Crossing her arms on the edge of the barrel and resting her chin on them, she looked at me. “Thankfully, I checked again and found that my Spirit had been Purified. Before we start Cultivation, our Spirits are homogenous – all the energy comes from one source: ourselves. But, in the process of cultivation, we absorb the Essence of myriad things, turn them into Qi and then integrate that Qi into our Spirits. The Essence of a yin lily is different from the yang Essence of a man, so, the Qi they produce in us is different, when they add to our Spirit, they make it heterogenous. One of the main parts of cultivation is to refine these heterogenous energies and ‘Purify’ our Spirit. In the process, quite a bit of the accumulated Qi is lost. Not to mention the great deal of time and effort it takes. But, one session of sex with you and my Spirit has reached 50% purity and the loss of Qi was almost of half of what I would have wasted if I had tried to do it on my own.
“Imagine how pleasantly surprised I was… and when I approached you, your yang aura set my Spirit on fire. That’s why I pounced on you back then…” she said with a blush.
She leant back against the wall of the barrel while twiddling her thumbs on the surface of the water. “S-since you don’t know how your Spirit works, why don’t we continue from where we were interrupted by senior sister?” She said in a low voice as she looked down at her hands, not making eye-contact.
Warm water and a warmer girl? An invitation that was very hard to refuse.
So, of course I accepted. After all, she was right and I did need to find out how my meat rod had transferred classes to priest from warrior and started this ‘Purification’ business.
For science.
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“Lady, the elephant tribe to the south and the antelope tribe to the west have both fallen.” A man in a general’s armor said to a woman looking over a map. “The Platypus tribe is barely holding on by a bill.”
“We demi-human’s really come in all shapes, don’t we?” Lady says, tugging on her long floppy dog ears that resemble that of a basset hound.
“That’s not important right now. We must call for aid if we are to survive the next assault. Already, the humans have brought down half of our forces. The men have been slaughtered, and the women have been turned into slaves.”
“Why are they only taking female slaves?” Lady ponders out loud.
“I don’t know. In the past, they’d collect the men to toil in mines, but from the few slavers we’ve caught, they suggested the orders were women and children only. In fact, men who surrender peacefully are allowed to be released.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course, what man who calls himself a man would allow his women and children to be enslaved? The few who have avoided death this way, we kill ourselves. I will not tolerate cowards!”
“V-very good.” Lady nods, “Although, can we truly afford to throw away more men, even the cowards?”
The general shrugs helplessly. “I have no other options. We have truly reached the end of our rope here. It’s do or die time. The entire demi-human realm is close to complete and utter annihilation.”
“I understand, general.” Lady sighs, looking just as helpless. “Then what tribes yet can we still ask for aid?”
As she asks this, a few people slip into the tent. The tent Lady and the others are gathered in appears to be HQ for the army, a massive tent with a table in the middle and a large map of the area. Several key positions are marked on the map with various pins. As for who slips into the tent, there is a strange man, a young catgirl, an only slightly older looking squirrel girl, and of all things a dark elf.
“Perhaps we can call on the bat tribe. I’ve heard that the proper way to contact them is to shine a light into the sky and-“
Lady interrupted the general by lifting a hand, looking over at the dark elf. “What is your kind doing here? I heard the slavers came to your… resort… a month ago. My scouts say that the dark elf men remain, but all the women were gone. I’m not surprised your men surrendered without fighting back considering how you treat them.”
“Hmph!” The woman snorts, looking down her nose at the dog demi-human leader. “You speak to the Matriarch of the darkelf’s Wendy so casually. If you were a man, I’d have you stripped down and whipped.”
“Ai… but I’m not a man.” Lady responds darkly. “I’m a woman like you… care to call me a sexist bigot as well for not ascribing to your bullshit feminism?”
Wendy snorts even louder. “Of course, you’re just a poor victim brainwashed by the patriarchy… I had hoped the women’s suffrage, where we freed you women of the oppression of men, would have opened your mind-“
“Freed us? You led a slander campaign against men all across the demi-human world, brainwashing our youth into believing your rhetoric and eventually had all of the tribe elders, my father included, disposed. Half of them took their lives from sheer embarrassment. My father still hasn’t recovered from the shame after you smeared him with false rape allegations.”
“An ends to a means…”
“Had more of the elders survived and the realm not been run by inexperienced women who got their jobs through affirmative action, perhaps we wouldn’t be in this state!” Lady shouts angrily, “You… you’re not welcome here, my guards will-“
Slap!
Wendy’s face is suddenly slapped by someone else in the room, causing what Lady was going to say to stop instantly. Wendy falls to the ground, her eyes panting as she rubs her face.
“Shut up, Wendy. I thought you were going to help negotiate with the other demi-humans, but you really are the worst. Go make me a sandwich.”
Wendy glares up hatefully. “You bastard… if you weren’t my baby daddy I’d seriously half ass making that sandwich…”
She continues to grumble as she gets up and walks out the tent. Meanwhile, Lady’s wide eyes eventually turn to the man who dominated the queen of the feminists with a single strike. You smile and nod with a friendly demeanor.
“Oh? And who are you then?” Lady demands.
“First… the most important question…” You begin. “You freaking have batmen?”
“They’re not really bats.” The general sighs. “They just dress like a bat.”
“S-seriously…”
“They were actually originally the rat tribe, but they wanted to invoke fear in their enemies, so they started dressing like bats. Batmen are basically ratmen with wings.”
“Ah… you don’t say…”
“Enough talk of batmen!” Lady growls. “They’re not the hero we need right now.”
“But they are the hero we deserve.”
“Who are you, stranger, friend of foe?” Lady ignores the general.
“Me? Hmmm… how would I describe me?” You tap your lips. “If batman is the hero you deserve, then I guess I’d be Xian Xia protagonist?”
“You’re going to bang all the beautiful women and act like an arrogant asshole while everyone tells you how great and righteous and noble you are despite objectively being a terrible person?”
“Bingo!”
Lin’s tears were like a trough of cold water thrown onto my heated brain. It made me realize what I was doing. I was casually talking about taking lives. Good? Evil? What right did I have to judge them? For all I knew of Cultivator society, this might be the moral compass they lived by. The moral compass they had grown up with. The only one they knew.
Was it the fault of the woman trying to fuck herself to death on me while drooling? Was it the fault of the society that had raised her? I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
What I did know, was that if I followed through on my impulse and killed her, I would violate the morals I had lived by in my previous life. I would start living by the creed the Yin Demon Sect followed.
Then? Then what would be the difference between them and me? Why should I live while they perished?
Was my belief in the Kama-sutra really so fickle? A little pain and I was ready to abandon it and become a cold-blooded murderer – its message of love forgotten?
Looking into Lin’s eyes, I realized that it wasn’t. I wasn’t.
Now that I was sober, I didn’t want blood on my hands.
Grabbing her ass, I pushed the woman off me. My cock exited her with a wet ‘schloop’ and she collapsed onto the stone bed like a marionette with its strings cut – unconscious.
Suddenly, my face was enveloped in soft, warm flesh as Lin buried my head in her ample chest.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you…” she kept muttering as I felt something warm and wet spatter on my forehead. The liquid trailed down the side of my nose and dropped on my upper lip. Instinctively, I put out my tongue to lick it.
“Aah!” Lin cried out as she stepped back at the sensation of my tongue accidentally touching the valley of her chest.
I liked my upper lip. The salty taste of her tears combined with the coppery tang of my dried blood.
The both of us looked at each other in silence.
She was the first to break our stare-down by furiously rubbing her eyes with the back of her forearm. When she removed her arm, the skin around her eyes was red – as was her nose and her swollen cheek.
“Who else knows that we are here?” I asked her.
She sniffed sharply to clear her nose and replied, “N-no one knows. Senior sister brought you here secretly.”
“Is there somewhere safer than this?”
She nodded. “My room.”
“Won’t the people outside see me?”
“No one is there now. Everyone is at the initiation ceremony for the new recruits.”
“New recruits?” I began to ask, then I realised. “Oh…” she was referring to the females that had been on that ill-fated carriage to the Moonlight Sword Sect.
I was slightly hesitant to trust Lin and leave the room. Right now, I might be a little stronger than her but the moment we stepped out of this room, I would be in her power. She could lead me right to the guardhouse and I wouldn’t know.
Then I realized with a shock how stupid that line of reasoning was. She could have run out the moment I turned the tables on her senior sister and called for reinforcements. Instead, she had tried to persuade me to let her go. She had trusted me despite her sister’s words that I was from that whatever Yang Demon Sect… which if I was guessing correctly was the male equivalent of this sect.
My actions had been even more damning, what with the way I was siphoning off her senior sister’s cultivation. I had stolen some of hers as well. Why the hell was she trusting me?
I didn’t know… but it made no sense to doubt her. So, I nodded.
Lin bent down and shouldered the unresponsive form of her senior sister in a fireman’s carry and we made it out of the cave.
The moment we exited, I was stunned by the sight that met my eyes.
Silver… The entire world was dyed silver by the moonlight. Moonlight that cascaded down from a moon that covered half the sky.
I stood there dumbstruck, staring up at the sky. Seeing one brought so close – close enough to touch filled me with a primal awe of the heavenly bodies that our ancestors had passed down through our instincts.
Lin’s urgent pull on my arm shocked me out of my fugue state. “How?” I blurted out as I followed her as we made our way through the maze of silver buildings, on a silver pathway, up a silver mountain.
“The sect protecting formation.” She replied. “It encases this entire mountain in an illusory barrier. Look –” she said as she pointed at the horizon as we hurried along.
I followed her direction and peered at the distance. We were around the middle of the mountain which had been terraced into levels – of increasing importance, I’m sure – and when I looked into the distance, I could see a long way over the forests that surrounded us.
According to Liu Yang’s memories, there was only one forest of such a size near his hometown: The Viridian Forest. He had never heard of there being a solitary mountain in the middle of it.
“Look closely at the edges where the forest ends and the mountain begins,” exhorted Lin.
Squinting, I made out a shimmer in the air that – now that I looked carefully – surrounded the mountain on all sides.
Judging by my expression that I had noticed it, Lin explained, “It is an illusory grand formation that hides our sect’s appearance from the world. It also magnifies the moon, letting us harvest the essence of moonlight from it.”
“Moonlight essence? Aren’t you the Yin Demon Sect? Isn’t moonlight essence something the Moonlight Sword Sect would need?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “They are our biggest customers.”
“…Eh?”
…
By the time we reached Lin’s quarters, unopposed and undetected, my mind had been opened to the decayed morals of this society.
Righteous path? Bah. Sham path more likely.
The Yin Demon Sect with their illusion array were the largest source of the Moonlight essence the Moonlight Sword Sect used to cultivate, so, the two sects were in close collaboration.
The Moonlight Sword Sect as the righteous sect governed the people in their region of control outwardly while letting the Yin Demon Sect raid various villages and cities from time to time to get the men they needed for their cultivation.
So, who were the people to turn to for protection against the big, bad, evil sect? Why, the righteous Moonlight Sword Sect, of course? The general populace was absolutely happy to accept the heavy taxes demanded by the sect in exchange for their ‘protection’.
What? You won’t pay the taxes? Are you crazy? Don’t you remember what happened to the last village that didn’t pay their taxes? The Moonlight Sword Sect stopped protecting them and the Demonesses, seeing their weakness immediately attacked. They were wiped out to the last man. As for the women, they were left there to spread the news of their cruelty. Do whatever you want, but I for one am paying. Money? I can earn it… but I have only one life.
If one of the officers began to chafe under the rule of the sect and get troublesome, he could expect a visit from a Demoness late in the night. The next morning, his dry corpse would be found in his bed.
Were there no virtuous people in the entire region, you ask? Of course, there were. They just never climbed very high in the hierarchy of the Moonlight Sword Sect.
Actually, the ordinary disciples of the sect weren’t told about the cooperation with the Demonesses. They cultivated, ignorant of the fact that their cultivation resources were soaked with the blood of the people they had sworn to protect.
As they rose higher up the echelons of the sect, they were screened for the appropriate character to govern the sect. The greedy bastards who cared about nothing except for their own benefit were given the administrative posts while the ones with a conscience were sent off to guard the various cities and towns.
Of course, those cities and towns would be attacked by the Demonesses and the Cultivator would perish heroically, slaying ten times the number of opponents. Why did the corpses of the Demonesses look like old women, you ask? It’s because they practice an evil form of cultivation which makes them look beautiful… when they die, they show their true colours: ugly old hags.
In any case, the corpses of a cultivator and an ordinary old woman are difficult to distinguish. So, even if you have doubts, what can you do? Especially since the tradition is to burn the corpses as soon as possible to ‘purify’ their evil.
In return for all the highly lucrative male cultivators, the Yin Demon Sect allowed the Moonlight Sword Sect to recruit disciples with talent across the territory. Only, once every four years, they would ‘raid’ the carriage and abduct the potential disciples. If you were a prospective disciple, you had to pray that your year wouldn’t be one of those.
Sadly, for Liu Yang, it had been one of those.