Chapter 87

This is a special Chapter 80 I released to my Inkstone readers, I changed a few words to make it fit for you guys. I thought TOAS fans may get a kick out of it, so here it is. You can also consider this the official announcement for the PDF. I’m just working on the final touches. It’ll be out on 11/14/18. The current goals are $100 gets it back to being released once a week here and on inkstone. $200 gets twice a week, and the max is $300 for three times a week. Naturally, I’m looking for those sales by 12/1/2018. If you just see it as a sale, I’m asking for 20-60 sales to increase the writing speed for Enchantress from the current rate of about twice a month. If it doesn’t sell? Well… I’ll have more time for PoC… and this story will still get releases, just slower.

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I reached out and grabbed Min’s shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy.

“You know, Min, I’ve been thinking a bit.” I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock.

“Mm? Vesse?” Min asked cautiously.

I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn’t slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn’t penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together.

“I realized…” I continued. “That a lot of people don’t tend to read author’s notes or my other posts and thus don’t know any information about this story.”

“Re-really?” Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.

“Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don’t know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress.” I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp.

“Such as?” Min’s face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him.

“For example, the pdf of this story will release on 11/14/2018, and the sales will influence the release of Tales of an Enchantress.”

“Vesse sell readers short, most know that.” Min blushed.

I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That’s what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him.

“I’m not so sure they’re aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don’t even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all Patreon supporters.”

“Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it’s tight.”

“Mmm, I’m not tight. Min is just too big.” I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. “Either way, patreon support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content.”

“Most reader, only want the one novel they like…” Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure.

“Ah, it’s because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife.” I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in.

“Ahnn… t-tease!” Min cried out. “T-tell them… important things about tales.”

“Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress.”

Min gasps. “Th-then, no more us?”

I chuckle. “Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz.”

“Ho-how many chapters so far?”

“Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!” I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.

He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming.

As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. “Ahh… I can’t get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min’s story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min’s origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!”

“Vesse, C-cumming!”

“Cum! Cum in me, Min!” I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could.

“I-is that all Vesse say?” Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously.

“No… I have more… oh.. it’s too good, you’re driving me crazy with your cock, I can’t stop cumming!” I cry out, my mind turning to mush.

“Must say it or Min won’t stop!”

“Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I’m really going crazy, but it’s the most important part!” I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min’s cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. “The TOAS PDF includes the complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all Patreon supporters of $1 or more! MSB always had some formatting issues, so it’s a much different experience on pdf.”

“But what about future release!” Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level.

A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min’s lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again.

“Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!” I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. “Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Now that the PDF release time in imminent, the sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it’s worth the author’s time to release it on inkstone at all.”

“So, if they don’t pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!”

“No, Min… ahn… it’s so warm, I can feel it growing soft…” I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. “Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min’s story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it’s been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time.”

With that, I lean over and take Min’s lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile.

“Basically, author greedy, want money?” Min summarized.

“Exactly…”

“…”

“So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. Patreon supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other Patreon content including previous finished pdfs. Patreon will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in Patreon and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that’s just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at patreon.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly.”

“Sound good. What next?”

“How about I do Min next!”

“Vesse is tease…”

Chapter 86

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I stumbled out of the room and down the stairway the next morning. My memory was a bit of a jumbled mess. The common room had been cleaned up from what I remembered the night before. The people who didn’t have a place to sleep were kicked out on the street, and the maids had done their job cleaning and sweeping. As I stumbled to a table and ordered breakfast, I received a grin or two a few other guests awake this early in the morning.

As to Bryson, he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t the only one. Perhaps Fanreek had been kicked out in the middle of the night as well. At the very least, I didn’t see his ugly face lying under the table anymore. I sighed as I ate my breakfast in silence. It was at that point that I noticed a young man was looking at me. I lifted my eyes to him and raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?” I asked as politely as I could manage.

“You really are beautiful.” The man spoke with a strange accent which flickered at my memory.

“Oh… thank you…” I added the blush to my cheeks.

It was normal for a girl to feel flattered when she was complimented, right? My beauty was something I had grown so used to, that it was rare I noticed the stares and looks I received unless I went out of my way to observe them. I knew my charm was game-breaking and even without it, or perhaps it was in part because of it, I was also a very beautiful woman with a nearly perfect body. My skin had never been clearer, I hadn’t noticed a single pimple in months! At least, that was something about this world that I could be happy about. Either way, this sort of flattery was also something I came to ignore.

The only reason I noticed his expression was because it was somewhat intense. He was looking at me not quite in the same way is most men. I wasn’t exactly sure what the difference was until he spoke a second later.

“You’re a slave, I’d like to buy you.” The man spoke so casually I had to blink.

Instantly, my hand raised part way to the collar around my neck. My expression darkened slightly as I realized what the look on his face was. It was an appraisal. He was looking at me like you might look at something you were looking to buy. I wasn’t just a pretty girl he was admiring, I was good he was contemplating buying. Despite my enslavement, I had never seen myself as an object in this world. Suddenly, the way this man treated me irritated me.

Now that I got a better a look at him, he looked slightly posh. He certainly didn’t have the sophisticated appearance of many of the noblemen I had met, but he had to have a position a bit better than your typical adventurer. He was a medium sized man with fairly basic features. He might have been handsome, but I didn’t notice such things as much as I used to. What was most important was that he was a man who looked like he had money. More than that, he looked like a man who wasn’t used to being told ‘no’. As far as his race, without using Examine him, I couldn’t tell. Many demons hid their animal parts cleverly and you could never be certain. I made it a habit of not using Examine very often. Most people could tell when they were being Examined, and it was often considered disrespectful. The social situations where Examine was acceptable were few and narrow.

I put on a sweet smile to hide the dark look in my eyes. “Trust me, you couldn’t afford me.”

I immediately stood up and walked away. The man stood there staring at me with his mouth open. Meanwhile, the bartender and a few others near enough to hear chuckled at the scene. They had all seen me the night before, and while I couldn’t say they would look out for me, they felt positive about me and enjoyed seeing the other guy knocked down a peg.

“Your master said he’s going back to camp. He told me to tell you that you’ve earned a day off, and to return to camp by tomorrow night so you can serve at the talks.”

I stopped and turned back. “Is that all?”

The bartender smirked. “He said sometin’ about staying out of trouble, but I’ve got a feeling it wouldn’t matter what I say.”

I gave him an appreciative smile. “What is that supposed to mean? I’m always a low-profile girl.”

Bartender chuckled with a grin, otherwise not reacting to my comment. What’s with that vote of no confidence? I straightened my back and pushed out the door. It was clear that Typhon was up to something. Letting a slave have a free day was something I found difficult to believe. Perhaps, he was just looking to see what I would do. If I fled, then I would no longer be trustworthy. Even if the collar couldn’t control me, it probably had some kind of locator. I’m sure if I fled, I would have to keep running. Thus, I felt like this must be some kind of test. What would the slave Aria make of her freedom?

“H-hey, wait!” The man who had offered to buy me stood up and followed me outside.

My exchange had given the posh man enough time to recover. I had barely made it halfway down the street by the time he caught me and grabbed my arm. I schooled the annoyance I felt. I was beyond slipping up and showing my expressions. Then again, perhaps I’d be better of showing my annoyance. Then again, as a slave, I truly had no rights. Any great amount of disrespect and I could potentially be hurt. As a slave, it made more sense to be respectful. All of those thoughts went through my head in the instant I turned to. In the end, I chose to give him a polite smile.

“Yes, sir?”

The man seemed slightly agitated despite the degree of respect I had already shown him. He straightened his back and nodded.

“That’s better. I’m a representative of the merchant’s guild. I have a great deal of money. Your beauty would serve me well-“

“You’d have to ask my master about that. He’s General Typhon. I warn you though, he has a temper and doesn’t like to see his things played with.” I gave the lie, using General Typhon’s name to free me from this predicament.

“General… a demon?” the man made a disgusted look, showing he was likely a human. “Those demons dare keep human slaves? I think I better just take you with me. No worry, I’ll send this General a recompense for you. You’re lucky I found you-“

Finally becoming irritated as the man pulled on me, my hand reached out a grabbed his balls. He immediately stopped, his eyes widening as my hand grasped softly on his crotch.

“Rock a Bye,” I said in a light whisper.

His eyes rolled up in his head, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Few people were truly paying attention this early in the morning, so I quickly walked away. I raised up and looked at my palm in amazement. Was it really that easy? I little fondling and I could activate the skill? Of course, there was only a 70% chance it would work. That meant there was also a 30% chance I would have been left there staring at him with my hand on his balls.

“When I level, perhaps I’ll try to put it in Rock A Bye.”

I still had the theory that I could evolve special skills using points. It’s something I had always left as a random chance, but I was pretty certain it was something I could do. I just needed to gain a level to test it. I had not leveled up is quite a long time. My lifestyle in the army camp had decreased my sexual encounters to practically nothing. Leveling wasn’t really important for me anymore, but could I use my day off to gain a level?

That didn’t necessarily mean I needed to go have a bunch of sex. I could always level the way normal people level. I had the ability to use a sword now. I could go on a quest and hunt some monsters. Isn’t that the way it is supposed to be? My smile grew as I considered it. Before, the adventuring guild had rejected my credentials because I wasn’t a 2^nd classer. Now, I was a second class!

I immediately started asking around for the adventuring guild. Nearly a year in this world, and I’d get to go on my first adventure! The town wasn’t particularly large, so it only took about ten minutes before I stepped inside the adventurer’s guild. I breathed in the atmosphere, the people, and the environment. It was a pleasant place, where men and women of talent offered to put their lives on the line to fulfill the requests of towns and nobles. It smelled of alcohol, sweat, and men. Basically, I felt completely at home.

Browsing through the mission board, I finally found a quest that looked like one I could do. I still had a guild card which I had registered with Min an eternity ago. It wasn’t that I couldn’t become a member of the guild, it was just that I couldn’t take on any quests. I would have had to join a group, and I would have essentially become their bag girl and worked as an apprentice under them. I might have done it, but there was already a negative stigma against female adventurers, and having a girl apprentice under several men was something the guild wouldn’t allow. The chances of a woman being taken advantage of were too high, and regardless of my insistence that I didn’t mind even if they did, eventually, my only option was to fight for my second class.

“Aria?” A voice spoke up, causing me to glance up in surprise.

Speaking of the rarity of female adventurer’s, a group suddenly emerged in front of me. It consisted of one man and three women.  All of them were familiar.

“Je-jerard?” I nearly forgot the name, but this was the boy who had boughten a bunch of potions from me back in Magroove nearly three months ago.

“You’re alive?” a busty woman I believe was named Rosetta said, her face twisting in disgust. “Knifefall said you lot were killed in transit.”

Jerard’s eyes flashed and hit his hand. “I knew those bastards were lying!”

“Ah, it’s no big deal!” I held up my hands. “I managed to complete my mission… well… my companion… she…”

I looked away, my face tightening. Despite that dream last night, I couldn’t fight the reality. My Min must have perished. Voyeur should work had Min still been alive.

“That’s the…” Jerard shook his head with a blush. “I apologize. If I had just taken you like I wanted to, you never would have…”

“I-it’s not your fault, Jerard…” The small one named Mia spoke up.

“Don’t beat yourself up, my lord.” Daria nodded.

I raised an eyebrow. “My lord?”

Jerard let out a noise. “Ah! She… she just calls me that. Don’t let Daria confuse you. I’m not a lord. It’s just some things happened since we last met…”

“Yeah… things…” I nodded in agreement, then looked up. “I’m a second classer now! I was looking at taking on a quest!”

“Re-really! Awesome!” Jerard smiled, instantly recovering from the damp mood. “We were just going to take a quest too! This town is way more expensive than we were expecting, especially with the peace talks going on. Where is your group?”

“Eh? No… just me…” I shrugged.

Jerard shook his head. “No… don’t you see at the bottom, you can’t take a quest here without a group of three or more. It’s a requirement in Whitewinter!”

“Seriously!” I gave a cry.

“This is the borderlands of the demon and human realm! The border disputes prevent monsters from being hunted efficiently. Monsters get stronger in this no man’s area. The peace talks are a rare opportunity where adventurers can hunt these beasts without worrying about slavers and such!”

I grimaced, the idea that this area would have more monsters did make a sort of sense. Then again, with the massive armies camped nearby, wouldn’t they clean up all the monster threats? No… not really. This world wasn’t like a video game despite the status. Monsters didn’t aimlessly rush out a fight people. In fact, a massive army like that would terrify any sensible monster, even a high level one. They would likely be hiding in their caves.

“W-would you like to join us?” Jerard suddenly asked.

“Jerard!” Rosetta snarled.

“Ah!” Mia reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” I asked, eyeing the glares from the other three women.

“The potions you sold us really saved us out of a few jams. In reality, they were actually quite excellent. Once we headed north a bit, I was able to sell one potion for the cost I paid for all of the others together. I always felt a little guilty how much we made out from that transaction. The alchemist even said that you must have been a master given the quality…”

“They tasted funny…” Daria frowned.

“Really, I liked the taste…” Rosetta shrugged, then glared again. “But just because she can make good potions doesn’t mean she can fight!”

“Ah? But can’t we give her a chance?” the way he glanced at the three women, he seemed to instantly influence them with a single look.

Maybe his charm was as dangerous as mine? I still couldn’t see what made these women simper and heel around him. He was a rather ordinary guy and didn’t impress me much at all. He was a pretty boy, but I had met many pretty boys.

“Alright…” I smiled lightly, keeping my thoughts to myself. “Show me an adventure.”

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Sex had apparently really tired Lin out. After she finished answering my questions on the esoterics of cultivation, she just curled up and nodded off, leaving me to figure out the mess I was in all on my lonesome.

Picking her discarded clothes off the ground, I threw the diaphanous garment over her. I had no idea whether cultivators caught colds… but, better safe than sorry. Although, I had little confidence in the heat-retention capabilities of that flimsy shift. Not that I had any clothes on my back to practice my chauvinism with.

Shrugging, I sat down cross-legged beside the sleeping beauty and closed my eyes. It was time to crack the cultivation code. My first step on the path to world domination. Whoo! Let’s do this, baby!

I reached for calm…

…

…

…serenity, zen, inner peace… anything?

…

My eyes flew open. Damn! This ain’t working. My fucking dick’s cold. The way I was sitting meant that my thing hung down and touched the cold stone of the bed. Quite distracting if you were trying to meditate. The demerits of being a well-hung gentleman, I suppose. Worthily was this body one that belonged to someone with exceptional yang essence.

Scooting closer to Lin, I appropriated her makeshift blanket and turned it into an impromptu yoga mat. She furrowed her brow in her sleep at the sudden loss of warmth. Well, it was at least partly her fault that I was in this mess… She was a big girl, she could deal with some chill.

Clearing my mind of all extraneous thought as I had often done in my previous life as a yogic guru, I sank into the familiar void of a meditative trance. Within the darkness, I searched for something, anything out of place. Anything that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take me very long to find it.

Close your eyes in a well-lighted room and you’ll notice that your vision doesn’t go totally dark. There’s a tinge of blue to the darkness; the light filtering in through your eyelids. Ever covered a glowing flashlight with your palm in a totally dark room? Your hand shines red, doesn’t it? That’s how it was for me. At first, I was in this blue-black world; then suddenly, it was all red and somehow, I knew that I was looking into myself. And that I was doing it better than any of those sophisticated x-ray machines ever could.

Every muscle, every organ and each bone was as clear as day under my new field of view. But as interesting (and gross) as all this was, the things that captured my attention were two softly glowing spheres of light. One floated just below my heart while the other, smaller sphere floated within my brain.

From what Lin had said, those glowing orbs were my Spirits, though she had mentioned that everyone had just one; below their hearts. In my case, it wasn’t very difficult to guess the source of the orb in my brain. The longer I spent in this world, the harder it was getting to convince myself that I was just having an extremely lucid dream. Let me tell you, waking up tied to a scaffold, scheduled for death by snu-snu wasn’t as lucrative as popular culture would have you believe.

I had very little time then for disbelief and incredulity at my situation, busy as I was with just taking the optimum actions for survival. Transmigration? Sure. Cultivation? Oh, why not? But, now that the dust had settled a bit and death wasn’t just an ejaculation away, I had time for a nervous breakdown. One triggered by the realization that I had fucking metaphysical lightbulbs within my body – one of which I was sure was my soul from back on Earth and the other that of a deceased farm boy.

Hugging myself, I took deep, steady breaths until the urge to hyperventilate passed.

I threw the doubts and worries to the back of my mind. Right now, they would do me little good. Rather than obsess over questions with no answers, I’d benefit more from getting this cultivation business down pat.

I chanted the syllable ‘om’, letting the sound rise up from my navel, drawing it out. The vibrations of my own voice soothed the turbulence in my mind, letting me sink back into my meditative trance where I saw my Spirits again.

The one in my brain seemed active, the brilliance fluctuating with my thoughts while the one below my heart seemed stagnant, glowing with a uniform brightness. Yet, I could clearly feel a connection between them. I had a feeling that I could control the lower one with the one in my head. I decided to call it my Soul while the ball of light below my heart would be my Spirit.

A wisp of golden light flashed within the scope of my inner vision and I turned my attention to it. It exuded the exact same feeling as the warm current of energy that had revitalized me every time I’d made Lin climax. From her explanation, I knew it to be the mystical energy known as Qi.

To be more precise, Yang Qi.

Essence, Qi and Spirit. These were the bases of Cultivation. A Cultivator absorbed the Essence of Nature, converted it into Qi and used the Qi to expand their Spirit. If the Essence came from inanimate objects, then the Cultivator was said to follow the Righteous Path. If the Essence came from living beings, such as animals and humans, then the Path of the Cultivator was Demonic.

Yin and Yang Essences were the cores of the femininity and masculinity present within a woman or a man. The Path of Dual Cultivation involved stripping the Yang Essence of a man and using it to generate Yin Qi within the body of the Cultivator. As for me? When I had intercourse with Lin, I’d inadvertently absorbed some of her Yin Qi and upon entering my body, it had turned into Yang Qi. That was the specialty of Dual Cultivation, the duality and interconvertibility of Yin and Yang.

As a Cultivator, she hadn’t lost her Yin Essence, otherwise, she’d have died. Her Cultivation base had been used to compensate instead. But, if I’d continued exploiting her, there would be a point when her Cultivation would have been drained completely and it’d be her Essence and life that flowed into me.

Demonic Cultivation was extremely dangerous. Since the Essence they absorbed came from other humans, they couldn’t help but be affected by the influx of Qi. In the case of the members of the Yin Demon Sect, it meant that once they began intercourse, they would completely drown in their lust until their partner, or they themselves died. That was why, they had to be careful to choose partners, rather victims, with a Cultivation base much lower than theirs.

Under the influence of their abundant Yin, the men would grow aroused despite the threat to their life, ending up discharging their Essence within the Demonesses. Although I had been affected by her Yin Aura to an extent – the reason why I had come up with the ridiculous plan of fucking my way to freedom – my soul had protected me from the worst of it.

I believed that it was also the only reason that I hadn’t been sucked dry of my Essence by Lin and had managed to turn the tables on her instead.

Now, I was faced with several difficulties.

When Lin woke up and shrugged off the lust-fuelled haze she was in, would she be as amenable after learning that part of her Cultivation base was missing?

What was I supposed to do about the Sect full of super-powered rapists waiting outside the door of this cosy little dungeon?

And last, but not the least, what was I supposed to do with this errant strand of Yang Qi flowing within me? According to Lin, the first strand of Qi absorbed decided the attribute of one’s Spirit. The change was permanent and irreversible – as far as she knew, anyway. So, if I were to absorb this Yang Qi, I’d develop a Yang Spirit – turning into a male Demon Cultivator in the process. If I were to pull out an appropriate analogy from Earth supernaturalism for my situation, I’d say that I would be the only Incubus in a coven of Succubi.

And honestly, I had no clue whether that bumped up my survivability ratings, or sent them dipping into the negatives.

I shrugged, I had nothing to lose, anyway… worst case, I died again. Maybe this time, I’d draw a better hand.

Focusing upon my Soul, I tried to use it to relay a command to my Spirit to absorb the golden strand of Qi. It was surprisingly easy. My soul fluctuated, my Spirit brightened, then the Qi that had been roaming my body sped back to my heart like a hunting dog that had heard the whistle of its master and invested itself into the glowing orb.

My Spirit took on a slight golden tinge and expanded.

It began radiating soft golden rays that seemed to warm every corner of my body, dyeing my inner vision a reddish-gold. I felt my body becoming fundamentally different in some inexplicable way.

I felt stronger, my senses had sharpened, and most importantly, I felt… virile… like every one of my sperms had been supercharged. I felt that if I ever lay with a woman, she’d end up pregnant – that is, if she survived my attentions.

I opened my eyes to find my body glowing a with a mild golden brilliance and Lin prowling up to me on all fours with her nostrils flaring and eyes hazed with lust. Just before she pounced upon me, a thought ran through my mind:

That plan to conquer the Sect with sex just became a lot more feasible.

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