Chapter 36: Repaying Debts [NSFW]

Author’s Note:

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Warning: This chapter/omake contains NSFW content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if you wish. It has been ensured that the plot and story will progress unhindered even if this chapter is not read.

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Feng did not step away as Sister Jin slinked closer to him, even as she placed a hand on his bare shoulders. His eyes were drawn to her hypnotic movements, tracing the curves of her half-dressed form. They lingered upon the roundness of her hips, the fullness of her breasts.

The woman arced her chest against his. The velvet touch of his robes and the warmth of her breasts brushed against his skin. He held back a gasp when he felt their erect tips press against him. Her scorching breath flowed against his naked throat when she spoke.

“You are nervous,” she breathed. “Has my Mistress never…?”

He leaned against her as she draped her taller form over his. One of his hands fell upon the impressive curve of her waist, while the other reached for the back of her neck. He ran his hand across her cascading strands of dark hair, idly caressing their forest-green tips.

Jin chuckled at the child-like wonder in his touch. Like him, her hands had not been idle, tracing feather-light touches upon his skin.

“We are not frequently intimate,” Feng admitted, struggling to keep his voice even as he marvelled at her beauty and leaned into her embrace. “And the times we did, we never… went too far…”

Their eyes met. Feng recognised the signs of spiritual intoxication in her lidded eyes and dilated pupils. The rush from her earlier meal must have taken hold of her, making her act far bolder than the normally reserved Sister would. A single liver might not have been enough to bewitch her senses, but two? And with a level of potency rarely consumed by someone at her level and status? The heady influx of energy must have been a first for her.

Looking at her like this — her eyes unfocused and lustful, her usual inhibitions lowered, and her body unbelievably firm and warm — only a fool would deny the unstoppable force of her allure.

His body certainly didn’t. The female disciple hummed in silent delight when she felt something hard and warm pressed against her thigh.

“And was there no one else?” Sister Jin leaned even further into him, earning a very noticeable twitch from the Young Master as she moved her mouth closer to his ear. Her voice dipped lower into a beguiling whisper, one enticing enough to drive the chastest of men mad. “You are the Young Master of your Sect. You are young, beautiful, and thriving in your advancement. No woman would deny your touch. In my Mistress’s absence between her visits, was there no one else who caught your eye? To sate your youthful vigour?”

As the disciple pressed further into him, his hand fell from her hips to her posterior, gently rubbing them through the fabric of her robes. Her body was strong, and yet, paradoxically, it held such a pleasant, feminine softness that the sensation was driving him mad.

His fingers luxuriated over the heavenly flesh of her rear, sinking only an inch deep before he felt the cords of steel-hard muscles beneath.

Feng accidentally pushed his leg forward, his knee brushing between her naked thighs. The Young Master gasped with her when he felt the wetness of her excitement press against his skin. Warm arousal slicked from her heated core onto him. His nervous chuckles mingled with the Sister’s flustered ones.

“It would not… have been proper,” he answered her, pushing the words out between panting breaths.

Her half-adorned robes were threatening to fall off completely. Curious hands wandered, and their bodies teasingly rubbed against each other in mutual, intimate explorations. He was drawn to her scent, an addictive fragrance of ash, blood, and a floral-like sweetness that wafted off her body as if natural — another facet in the dangerous allure carefully crafted by her Path.

“Woe to them, then,” the Core Disciple whispered. “Because…”

Her razor-tipped finger traced his iron-hard abdomen. It bit deep before flicking off with a sharp flash of pain. Feng’s breath hitched, and he watched with a heavy breath as Sister Jin brought a drop of his blood to her quivering lips.

“You… taste… utterly… exquisite.”

He watched her, wholly bewitched, as her forked tongue nimbly slithered around her finger. Feng felt her body shiver against him as she savoured that drop of blood.

“I would have thought you would prefer the flavour of Brother Dai’s flesh,” he mumbled, his hand shifting from her hair to her neck. He rubbed his thumb across its length, enchanted by its silkiness. She sighed happily at his touch.

“I mean no insult to the senior brother,” Jin mumbled. “His flesh was exactly as good as I thought it would be: strong, fiery, and absolutely saturated with qi. But yours…”

Reptilian eyes flicked to his, their green iris framed by an exotic hue of black sclera. “I’ve never tasted anything like yours. The depth of your flesh… The sheer potency of it… It has set my qi alight. No spirit wine or meat has ever made me feel this way. The only experience that could compare to it was…”

Her lust abated for a moment, turning into curiosity and wonder.

“... the time I first tasted the divine flesh of my Sect’s Corpse God,” she finished.

She placed a hand against his back, pulling him even closer as her other hand pressed against his naked stomach. Smooth palms and fingers circled and explored the hard contours of his muscles, before shyly dipping lower in sensual circles.

Feng gasped, leaning heavily into her shoulder as her fingers moved past his navel. His hands beheld the wonders of her body — the softness of her thighs, the firmness of her rear, the suppleness of her chest. She was taller, greater, than him, and it felt like no matter how much his hands explored, there were always more delights to savour.

“I must admit, I was not expecting this.” The Young Master closed his eyes. She was all around him. Her scent, her touch, her heat… It all blended together into a euphoric rush that left his body writhing. “Your earlier assessment of my supposed appeal was not exactly flattering.”

The taller disciple inclined over him, eyes and breathing excited, as she pressed her cheek against his neck. Jin took a heady breath as if she were drunk on his scent. Her nose traced his jawline. He felt her lips brush the hair on his nape, ending right below his ear. She kissed a spot behind it, biting the sensitive skin gently.

When she spoke, her voice was far too close, too deep. Her lips intimately brushed his earlobes as they moved, the desirous warmth of her breath driving him mad. “I’ve since changed my mind. The taste of you was… rather persuasive.”

Feng felt her trailing palm lower past his abdomen. They retreated until only a single finger remained on his waist, right above his crotch.

“Let me take care of you.” Jin playfully bit his ear, drawing a gasp. “As thanks… for the absolutely exquisite meal.”

Feng's eyes shot open when he felt her lone finger lightly brush the underside of his hardened shaft, ending with a delicate flick at his exposed tip. The female disciple gave a rich, velvety chuckle when she felt it twitch, and Feng bowed against her shoulder as her tender touches turned bold, hands lovingly wrapping and stroking the sensitive organ.

“I wonder… how you would taste like there.” Her hot breath rushed past his ear as her breathing grew harder. “I want it… Need it… Give it to me… My Lord.”

Her whispers were driving him insane. They were too close, too intimate, and it was far too much for someone as inexperienced as him. His past explorations with Lianshi had been awkward, both fumbling and unsure of themselves, driven purely by confused lust and a need for their partner’s approval.

This was different. Sister Jin knew exactly what she was doing: which act and touch would coax the heaviest response from him. She moved with an expert hand, turning him weak to her loving ministrations.

Still, it would not do for her to hold the entire initiative.

Her teasing chuckles turned into a heated moan when he bit down on her shoulder. Feng growled as his teeth broke past her iron-like skin, tasting the delicious aroma of her sweet-scented sweat and her qi-rich blood.

At some point, both of his hands had fallen to her hips, pulling her closer. Feng felt her breasts spread out against his chest, her arousal pooling around his thigh as she subconsciously grinded against him. Her stroking and loving affections picked up in fervour, teasing fingers and palms expertly swerving around the tip before resuming their sweeping caress over the length of his shaft.

Feng gritted his teeth, pressing his forehead against her bitten shoulder. The wound had already healed over, but he still felt the stickiness of her blood and sweat seep into his dark hair. He was close. It was embarrassing, but he had little experience with such attentive intimacy, and the female disciple before him obviously had much, given her masterful handling of his member. “Senior Sister, p-please slow down, I’m—!”

He was unable to finish his words, as — upon hearing his protest — rather than slowing, her strokes suddenly increased in pace. He was unable to hold back his sharp gasp, especially when Sister Jin suddenly bit down hard upon his neck, her incisors opening a vein and allowing her to draw upon a mouthful of blood.

When she released her mouth with a wet pop a few seconds later, Feng was at the edge of his rope. He tilted his head, breathing rugged, as Sister Jin did the same. Their heated stare met, faces equally flushed and bodies pressed intimately against each other. Her robe had just about completely fallen off and hung only by her wide hips. Past her ample bosom, he could feel her raging heartbeat, its pace matched only by the fiery strokes of her fingers on his member.

“Come for me.”

The breath from her words mingled with his, her mouth mere inches from his. Without any hesitation, their lips met. Teeth bit upon flesh. His tongue wetly clashed with her forked one. The blood in their mouths – drawn from their partner — mixed into an addictive taste.

Their bodies writhed against each other, and in the midst of this heated exchange, Sister Jin’s hands were a blur of affectionate attention: caressing, stroking and palming with rapturous intensity and skilful movements.

Feng could not hold back any longer. Enduring the pleasure for even another second felt like an unreasonable demand. Pleasure flooded his being, and the Young Master gave in to the desperate need for release.

Sister Jin felt his orgasm arrive a moment before it happened. She sensed it in the urgent passion of his kiss, heard it in the sweetness of his moan, and felt it in the vigorous throbbing of his member. Her fingers gave a swift flurry of final strokes at its tip, before cruelly pressing her palm against the opening of his member, denying release.

Feng could barely perceive anything but hot-white ecstasy as he came. His hips ineffectively thrust against the Core Disciple’s hand, turning his furious release into a blinding, all-encompassing need as his seed was blocked at the exit.

Pressure mounted, his mind went blank with pleasure, and for a single, eternal, second, his member turned into an inferno of rapturous stress as it twitched and writhed for liberation.

Finally, mercifully, Sister Jin curved her palm away, releasing his opening, and Feng’s member erupted with seed.

Thick ropes of jade-white cum gushed forth, splattering all over the Sister’s waiting hand. Feng’s shaft twitched again and again, frothing strand after strand in desperate and euphoric release. His orgasm lasted seconds, and by the end of it, Feng could barely stand, his weight held up by the female disciple’s steady embrace.

Sister Jin’s hand deftly scooped each strand of cum on his member, letting not even a single drop fall to the ground in waste. Her other hand tremblingly joined the harvest in eager anticipation, stroking his member from base to tip once more to milk out the last of his seed, seemingly uncaring of his insensate groans and gasps as she fervently tugged the last few ropes out of him.

After ensuring the Young Master would not soon collapse, Sister Jin gently stepped away. Feng keenly felt the loss of her warmth, but all coherent thoughts were soon lost as he looked at the older disciple’s next action.

Sister Jin brought the pool of seed resting in her palm before her face. Her eyes glazed over at its heady scent, her countenance lustful as she examined its vitality and felt the vibrancy of the qi within it. Her eyes met the Young Master’s and, with a playful wink, brought her cum-covered hand before her mouth.

Jin greedily lapped at the thick ropes of seed, her pale-pink tongue licking over her hand with voracious eagerness. Every strand and rope of the viscous, cream-coloured cum was delivered into her waiting mouth, before being swallowed with shivering, rapturous delight.

Soon, her hand was licked clean, leaving behind only thin trails of sticky saliva. Sister Jin sighed happily. The Young Master could feel her qi practically quivering with potency, while his was further strained and left starving.

“That was…” The Core Disciple gasped forlornly, tongue once again lapping between her fingers in the vain longing for another taste. “That was absolutely wonderful.”

She looked at him, eyes ablaze with yet more lust rather than satisfaction. It was a look that he was — unfortunately — rather used to seeing, though it was usually found on another certain Split-headed Carnivore that he regularly spent time with.

“I wonder,” Jin said, her voice heavy and strained with want. “Would the Young Master allow me to indulge once more? To take care of him in… completion?

Feng looked at her, a feeling of calm finally returning to his mind after his release. He looked at her jade-white skin, the suppleness of her breasts that he had fondled mere moments ago, and at those luscious lips that he had just seen zealously savour his seed.

He looked at her eyes: a forest’s green in a backdrop of midnight black, positively gleaming with desirous intent. The Young Master felt lost under the forceful command of her hungry gaze.

Feng closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

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Dual Cultivation, Part 4

During the days of the Celestial Kingdom, the term 'Dual Cultivation' referred to the exchange of Spiritual Energy through intense sexual intimacy, rather than Cannibalism. The qi synergised between two practitioners of opposite Yin-Yang alignments allowed them to balance and amplify each other's cultivation, while simultaneously forming a deep emotional connection that goes beyond mere lust or convenience. This mingling of souls is not easy to achieve and requires a true, intimate connection between both participants.

With the Eternal Banquet, there is no longer a need for such base methods of cultivation. However, the process of two willing partners exchanging flesh in love-making does yield proportionally better results than one simply consuming the harvested flesh of another. There is also an element of romantic appeal that calls to the naive or forlorn. Practically speaking, however, the cultivation benefits received rarely outweigh the psychological effort required to achieve that necessary level of emotional intimacy.

Most cultivator couples are expected to engage in frequent Dual Cultivation, with the subservient spouse tasked to provide regular offerings of flesh and blood to the superior cultivator. An accomplished cultivator may thus boast numerous spouses of lesser standings in their harem, so that they may feast on a steady supply of qi-rich flesh to aid in their advancement.

In exchange, the dominant partner would allow their spouse to occasionally taste their richer flesh, such as on their wedding night, when the two cultivators are traditionally obliged to feast on each other in equal proportions.

— Excerpt from To Those Worthy of the Eternal Banquet