She headed for the mission hall and walked in using her Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps. She hesitated when she saw a trio of disciples at the counter but kept it up. She had to embrace it, and this was part of it. Their mouths hung open slightly as they trudged by her, slowing to look at her longer. Fu Yilan knew they were looking back at her when she passed, but it didn’t matter. None of them mattered. She had come to tell Senior Xu about her palm art, before Senior Feng did so before her. It would be better for her to tell him, to keep up the façade of submission. When she heard the door close behind her, she hopped over to Senior Xu, sitting on his lap.
“Daddy Xu, I got something I want to show you. But not here…” She squirmed on his lap, excitement and embarrassment equally present.
“All right then, hold on tight!” He carried her to the storage area in the back and set her down there.
“He said he was friend of yours, Senior Feng. He gave me a palm art.” She could see his face darken slightly. “It’s really weird because it only lets me defend, but it’s really pretty!” His good mood was back and he chuckled.
“Brother Feng, that old dog. You can always trust him to find the right art.” He paused for a moment. “And he really didn’t want anything in return?” He was clearly suspicious. The girl he had made learn pleasure arts got something for free? Highly unlikely. Fu Yilan just shook her head, as if strongly denying what was being implied.
“He said you could pay him back otherwise, but he told me something about– about wanting to support the girl you’ve been... talking about so much.” Fu Yilan hoped she wasn’t doing too much with her act of the simple girl with only his dick on her mind. Judging by his satisfied grin, she wasn’t. “Did I make a mistake?” He rushed to comfort her. Stupid Idiot.
“No, no, of course not. Come on, show me how far you’ve come.” Sucking up the tears that had started appearing in the corners of her eyes she put on a brave smile. She was a girl who wanted to please him despite being sad.
The dance was clumsy, but it only added to the charm. It was far from complete, missing fluidity and the necessary qi circulation. Still, Senior Xu clapped to cheer her up.
“Could I have a… reward?” Fu Yilan looked up at him, hopeful. She almost scared herself with how well this was going. How good she had gotten.
Pulling out his dick, Fu Yilan went to her knees and started sucking, joy written on her face. She really was the perfect devoted slave.
The next two weeks passed without much happening. Fu Yilan kept on cultivating, and kept on practicing her palm art. She didn’t yet want to reveal her breakthrough, as well as her fast progress with the Five Diverting Streams. By now, she could do both separately but doing the dance while circulating the qi was still too hard. Still, two more months before she felt comfortable announcing having advanced, while learning her palm art should take another three weeks to not garner even more unnecessary attention.
Fu Yilan used her movement art to glide into the mountains. It was late spring and today was one of those deceptively warm days that made you think it was almost summer. The heavens were waiting, giggling, to send two weeks of rain her way, she knew it. When she thought she was far enough away from the sect, she released the hold she had on the energy in the Void Lotus root, letting it flow back up into the roots of her Moonlight Flower. It felt good, being back at the second stage again. She tried her Five Diverting Streams art again, focusing on combining the circulation as well as the movement.
It took three more frustrating tries before something finally clicked. Maybe it was because she was no longer holding herself back and letting herself flow along with her palms and the water qi. Fu Yilan looked at the trails of blue each hand was pulling behind it, before closing her eyes and fully letting herself sink into the dance. It was fluid and elegant, not trying to oppose anything. The water just wanted to make everything take a slightly different path, around her. She felt both free, one with the stream, as well as protected within its strokes. She danced for two hours, feeling the sun on her face and the qi around her.
Then, she pulled her qi back into the root. She was making steady progress towards the third stage. She suspected that she would reach it by the time she announced her breakthrough, if not earlier.
That evening, it was time to spend her third night with Senior Feng. She had enjoyed the previous two times, her body not giving her any other option. But wouldn’t it be worse if she had to tread this path, unable to enjoy it? In a way, this was better. When she arrived at the scripture pavilion, Senior Feng was already ready to head to the small room they had spent their time in together previously. She approached using the Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps art. What he could have broken out of easily the first time was now something that wove around his mind easily. Her body had only gotten more beautiful in the time she’d spent with him and Senior Xu, while the increased familiarity ensured lowered defenses to her charms.
His eyes were locked on her body as she walked past him into the small room. Letting her robe slip off one shoulder seductively, just barely hanging on above her nipple, she waited for him to enter.
“Last time, huh?” she asked him. Today, she wanted to push her Bewitching Fox art a bit further. Could she convince someone who yearned to be held by her to promise her something?
Her foot reached out, daintily, rubbing at the bulge beneath his robes. Fu Yilan had noticed that despite, or maybe because of his careless, almost aloof demeanor, he enjoyed giving over the control to Fu Yilan. It was why he hadn’t pushed himself onto her that first day.
“It would be so sad to stop our meetings here, wouldn’t it?” She said it almost to herself, but she could tell that he was agreeing. “I would be very sad to never spend any more time like this with you, and I think so would you.” She was reinforcing certain opinions he had. Now the real test, whether she could get him to agree to something, and make him think it was his idea. “You could keep paying me…”
Senior Feng snapped out of her binding. Her foot kept on rubbing, but the moment had passed. Being part of a movement art, she could only bewitch someone by walking or dancing in some way. That state of bewitchment could then be kept up until orgasm. It seemed like making him actually do something was beyond the art’s scope. It seemed like all she could do was reinforce or weaken opinions that already existed about her.
“I was just saying how sad it would be for this to be the final meeting.” He nodded, eyes still slightly hazy.
“Yeah, it would be.” He paused, considering. “How many spirit stones? Per night.”
“Spirit stones?” She had never heard of them.
“Cultivator’s money. I get paid in them to work here, alongside merit points. And while those are the currency for inside here, when you meet outside cultivators, you’ll want to have those available.” She considered his offer. It wasn’t bad but didn’t fulfill an immediate need.
“How about I take a look around and see if I find a martial art I like?”
“Well, depends. Nothing for attacking, and I already told you about the drawbacks of too many arts.”
“Maybe there are some pleasure arts I could make use of? Anything you can think of that wouldn’t harmfully overlap? Though it should be less of a problem with those, right?” He gave it a moment to think about.
“I might have a few that could work. Though even then, I wouldn’t suggest overlap. Don’t make a habit out of it, rather stay away entirely.” Fu Yilan nodded along.
She pulled off his pants while letting her robe fall away entirely. “Alright then, come here,” she purred. She let guided his dick into her pussy, moist folds welcoming him in like an old friend. He sighed for a moment before he started to move, slowly at first. While Senior Xu had more solid strokes, pushing deep and hammering himself into her, Senior Feng felt more like a precise strike, going into her with a path in mind. Her body loved both approaches to being fucked.
He took her tits in his mouth, sucking on her nipples. Fu Yilan moaned as he did, enjoying the suckling sensation. He let go and had his tongue flick her nipple around. She knew that her body was only reacting like that because he was a man, a creature of yang. It still felt incredible. She could already feel the first small orgasm building. It would be the first of a long chain of increasingly stronger ones. She smiled in anticipation of the manuals she would get to choose from. Reaching up, she pulled Senior Feng into a kiss. Her tongue, made sensitive as well, sent even more pleasure to her brain. She moaned into his mouth as she came, legs wrapping around him, pulling him as deeply into her as he would go.
Her senior was close as well and thrust a few more times before cumming. Both satisfied, they laid on the bed for a little bit before getting up.
“So, which arts do you think could suit me?” Fu Yilan asked, excitement in her voice. Senior Feng grinned in a way that she didn’t like.
“You mean now? No, where would be the fun in that? You already got a palm art from me that was far more valuable than those four meetings. But I agreed to it, my boundless magnanimity evident. I have an idea. How about you come visit me, and the more often you come, the better the options I’ll offer you.” She could barely pick her jaw off the floor at that proposal. Her dream of a new art ruthlessly shattered. She pushed up against him, pulling every lever she had.
“Please, you can’t be serious. How many times?” Suddenly, all her charm fell on deaf ears. Post-nut clarity had turned the man before her into a monk.
“That’ll be a surprise. Won’t that make it more exciting? And I am quite serious yes, I am. I won’t negotiate.” Fu Yilan bit her lip, but there was nothing she could do. Just having the source of yang energy was already very useful by itself.
“Don’t cheat me. Or you’ll never taste me again.” He just chuckled as she stormed out.