Fu Yilan loosened her robes, revealing some cleavage. She remembered the look she had gotten last time and hoped to use it to her benefit. Senior Brother Feng was where she remembered him, sitting at the entrance of the scripture pavilion. She noted that his gaze went down to her cleavage and stayed there until she stood right in front of him. She was unsure whether she should be happy it worked or offended about him not caring if she noticed his stare.
“So, Junior. How can I help you? I see Brother Xu has been training you well, huh?” Fu Yilan stuttered. She hadn’t expected anyone else to know about their relationship. “Hahaha didn’t expect that, huh? Thought a boaster like him could keep quiet about his new toy?” She pushed down the irritation she was feeling and tried to steer the conversation away from Senior Xu.
“I wanted to take a look at fighting arts that might suit me. Does Senior have any recommendations?” Her voice was cute and she leaned forward slightly, pressing her tits together, subtly accentuating her cleavage. Senior Feng’s eyes moved back down into it and stayed there.
“Sure, I can show you. Could even give you one if you let me taste the fruit that old dog Xu has been bragging about.” She thought about his offer for a moment. It was tempting, getting another art for free. But it felt like a significant step, letting him fuck her. As though she was leaving a part of herself behind. If she agreed, it would be the first time she voluntarily sold herself. But it was the path she was on. He wouldn’t be the last that wanted her body.
“But what if Senior Brother Xu finds out? He says I’m his…”
“Haha, don’t you worry about him. Unlike that guy, I can keep a secret.” He looked back up at her. His piercing eyes not moving away from hers. “It would stay between us.”
“Alright” she relented. “But not out here, please.” Following him inside, he led her into a small room with a small bed. It felt weird. With Senior Xu, it felt like a fight. Try to get the upper hand, because every advantage she could get strengthened her position. With Senior Feng, it was different. He was standing in the door, waiting for her to do something.
“I’ve… never actually done it like this before. Do I take the lead?” Her cheeks were burning. It was embarrassing, being this lost in a situation she should have been in often already.
“Maybe start with getting me hard, how about that?” he smirked. Fu Yilan felt her cheeks burn hotter. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she undid his robes and opened his pants. A longer yet thinner dick jumped out. Yes, this was a situation she knew how to handle. Oddly enough, the familiarity of kneeling in front of a man, his meat pointed straight at her mouth, put Fu Yilan at ease.
Small pecks coaxed blood into the member, making it stand. Then she started licking him, making sure every part of it got some attention. She licked all the way down to the base and took a deep sniff of the musty scent of his balls. She didn’t enjoy it, but she knew from Senior Xu that he liked it. And her books had told her to make it seem like she appreciated every part of the dick she was serving. With a gulp she took him deep, letting his dick sit in her throat. Holding that position, she looked up at Senior Feng, who was already breathing heavier.
“He wasn’t exaggerating. Better than any whore I’ve been with, that’s for sure.” Fu Yilan felt a bit of pride at that. It felt good having a skill she’d been working on be acknowledged. She started moving, her throat clenching down and vibrating slightly. She heard him reach for the door frame to stabilize himself but didn’t pay it any mind. She was focused on the task at hand.
“Did that old genius teach you pleasure arts?” Senior Feng laughed. “Oh, you poor thing. Your path to immortality barred because some horny dog wanted to fuck the best piece of ass one can have! Not that I mind.” She kept sucking. He didn’t have to know that the pleasure art was improving her body right at that moment.
With a final grunt, he pumped his load into her throat, and Fu Yilan pulled her head back to let him shoot into her opened mouth. She really liked the taste of cum on her tongue, the thick viscosity, and how it coated everything on its way down.
Showing him his essence, she swallowed, enjoying the flavor. Senior Feng just stood, breathing heavy. But she wasn’t finished with him yet. Her throat was sensitive and blowing him had made her quite aroused. It was annoying that giving head made her wet, but at the same time, she was starting to enjoy her new position, servicing men and drawing advantages from it.
A few more licks, letting her tongue flick over the head, pressing every sensitive spot, had him standing within moments. Letting her robes fall to the floor, she crawled onto the bed, letting her hips sway. Just to see if it would work, she activated the Bewitching Fox art and saw him focus on her ass. Then he shook his head, trying to clear the fog that was trying to settle within. But one more inviting shake with her behind that made her cheeks jiggle fastened the hook and reeled him in. That was close. She would have to up her assessment of him. It would have failed if he hadn’t been mentally weakened from his orgasm. And he probably wouldn’t like finding out his mind was being played with.
His dick was harder than ever though as he pushed into her, driven by the single-minded goal of blowing his load into her. It didn’t take much longer either before his yang-filled seed found her insides, painting them white. Sinking onto the bed beside her, he took a few deep breaths.
“Wow, pleasure art practicing whores really are on another level. That was incredible.” He sighed, content. Fu Yilan crawled over and licked his dick clean, then got dressed again. “Give me a moment, girl,” he laughed. “I had planned to give you the worst art we had, but I think you earned yourself a bit more than that. Promise to come by three more times, and the art I’ll give you now will be something both you and Brother Xu will be happy with.” He seemed to be under the impression, that she was loyal to Senior Xu, only sleeping with him because the possibility of earning an art that quickly was too good to pass up. She didn’t bother correcting him. No need to tell Senior Xu’s friend that she needed her leash tightened.
Walking back out, Senior Feng already seemed to know where the manual he was looking for was, just like last time. “Water aligned, with a bit of wood she said,” he muttered under his breath. He was better at his job than he seemed at first.
“Since you wanted a fighting art, I would have given you an art that technically classifies as a palm art but it being a pleasure art makes it function more like an arousing massage. Would have been real funny. But you earned yourself something better. You can still learn it of course, but there’s a reason people don’t just learn every single art they can get their hands on.” He talked casually as if only talking about the weather, but Fu Yilan was listening attentively. These were things she had wanted to know, and she didn’t really have anyone to ask. “Every art and effect has different qi circulating patterns. Combined with different specific movements to execute it properly, and for some even specific states of mind, having a hundred different arts in your mind makes it harder to focus on the one that you chose, that suits you best, and that you’ll want to use in most situations. Especially in life and death battles, there often is no time for thinking. Things just need to move on their own, and that is only possible if you hammer those in with endless repetition. Want to move away from a blade’s path, use the one movement technique you know and can activate in your sleep.”
Fu Yilan was impressed. It made sense, in a way. “Thanks for explaining.” He didn’t reply. “I’d been wondering about that. Thanks to you, I understood it nicely.”
“Though you will be stuck with that body formation art.” She could hear the grin in his voice. Fu Yilan grit her teeth. Of course she was. “Body formation arts work differently, having more permanent effects. At least until the heavenly realm, everyone has to complete the path it has set out for them.”
They continued walking in silence.
“Here take this. Brother Xu hinted at wanting to have you rely on him, and if that’s the dynamic you’ve worked out, who am I to get in between the two of you.” Fu Yilan almost rolled her eyes. “Still, this art is actually very good, so do your best to learn it. When you tell him I gave it to you, just say I wanted to support the woman he’d been bragging about, and that he can pay me back if he feels like I shouldn’t have. And remember. Three more times.” He slapped her on the head lightly with the manual before handing it to her and rushing back to the entrance with his movement art. It was interesting to see the different types of arts, now that she was actually able to follow them when they moved. Senior Xu was heavily metal aligned, while she thought she could feel wind-element qi from Senior Feng’s.
“Five Diverting Streams”. It was a palm art. She started reading it and almost laughed at the absurdity of it. So that’s what he had meant with not getting between their dynamic. It was a palm art, yet it was one solely focused on defense.
“The five great streams leading of our land shall carry all and everything. Paint them around you like flowing silk and let the world join in your dance. The streams grow and change, from the spring to the wide river. Yet all is fluid, able to carry even the greatest of loads. Let all that comes to you be carried away by your watery art.”
Fu Yilan was intrigued. It seemed genuinely challenging. The drawings of how to step and move, and the qi-circulation diagrams were very complex. It was made to defend the user from all types of attacks though, and that seemed very useful. She would just have to make sure to choose her soft blade art herself, otherwise she might be left with no way of dealing damage.
Walking back to her room, she immersed herself in her new art. It was a dance, her palms flat and letting water qi trail behind them. Like the introduction said, the rivers she painted would divert the attacks thrown at her. It was difficult to imagine how it would work. It seemed more powerful than a regular earth realm art, but it did have the significant drawback of no attacks. She sighed and started practicing the movements shown in the manual, piecing the elaborate dance together piece by piece. It took her two days to finally feel like she could follow the steps. It was by no means smooth yet, but she would get there.