“Show me your asshole. Let me confirm that you kept it in all day long.” He pulled out the beads slowly. His other hand was rubbing and squeezing her ass, enjoying its soft texture with perfectly smooth skin. The enhancements had continued since she advanced to the fourth stage, taking the allure and sexual perfection to the next level.
Fu Yilan climaxed from the seventh bead being pulled out. As soon as she came, the rest were yanked out in one swift pull, and she slumped to the ground, mind mush from the unexpected pleasure.
“Very, very good. These beads suit you. You will be wearing them every time you leave this place.” Again, Fu Yilan’s rationale was struggling. Today would be different, she told herself.
It wasn’t.
This time, it took her even less time to succumb to the pleasure. Their anal training continued with dildos growing in size. They were placed on the floor, and Fu Yilan had to squat above them, lowering herself down slowly. Every dildo was owed one climax, so she moved up and down with each one until she came. Every single one was unique; either bumps, ridges, or a bulbous shape setting them apart from the rest. A sliver of consciousness was wondering where he even got all of this equipment from, but a powerful cultivator surely had his channels.
“Please master, let me rest,” she pleaded, face flushed, breathing heavy. “I’m losing myself.”
“No, no! You’re thinking about this all wrong. You’re healing, returning to the state that put you at ease. Don’t resist.” And with those final words, he pressed on her shoulders with his ninth-stage strength, slamming her onto the intruder in one rapid motion.
It speared into her and made her cum immediately. She arched her back in extasy, squirting onto the floor in front of her. Clear liquid arced out of her, splashing onto the stone. Fu Yilan had lost again. At the end of their session, she was bouncing on her master’s dick, asshole stretching to accommodate it.
When she awoke the next morning, the beads had returned to her ass. Thinking back to last night, she shuddered at how she was submitting. The events replayed in her mind, and the beetle started buzzing again, helpfully informing her that the lone thought of it was turning her on. Getting up, she grabbed her robes, only to remember that her mas– the branch leader had swapped her robes for something more fitting her station of a sex slave.
It made Fu Yilan think of the beautiful dress she’d had made, still stored in the mostly empty storage chest for her belongings. Only that it had still been on the side of elegant, while this one was clearly sluttier. It was loosely based on the sect uniform, color scheme matching. What had changed though, was that it didn’t have any pants, only a short skirt. Fu Yilan was glad none of her martial arts used any kicks, because that would definitely not work. He let her wear underwear, but it was the type with a string in the back, disappearing between her cheeks. Black stockings with high heels wrapped around her legs, while loose silk sleeves covered her arms.
The worst part of it was though, that Fu Yilan didn’t feel as uncomfortable in it as she knew she should. She was showing her body off, yet she had gotten used to that. She considered skipping out on morning training, but it would mean not getting breakfast, and she was ravenous. Sonner or later she would have to attend anyway, she thought. She framed it as seduction being part of her path, instead of it being due to relishing a sex slave’s openness.
Today, the stares were worse. It was clear that she was drawing everyone’s attention since the supervising second-class disciple had to step in far more often. At breakfast, she was back to being cold, despite an inner voice telling her to cater to their wishes. She smothered it mercilessly. Still, they kept coming. They took her change of clothes as a sign of willingness, as though one lucky disciple would surely succeed.
Fu Yilan’s fellow female sect mates looked at her with varying degrees of annoyed looks. But whatever Senior Xu from the Mission Hall had done was keeping them at bay. That was something, at least. After eating, she decided to pay Senior Feng a visit. Her Bewitching Fox Steps grabbed his attention without any issue, since she had advanced and her dress was very lewd. Pulling him into their little chamber, she sucked him off. Today, she was not playing around. She couldn’t let him fuck her other holes, but her mouth was open for him. Coming to the conclusion, that she needed a mind-protecting martial art sooner rather than later, she had decided to come to him now.
His hips shuddered from his first orgasm, and a large load shot down her throat. The Void Lotus sucked up its yang energy, when Fu Yilan had an idea. She had realized that she could pull out their vital yang energy during intercourse a while ago, yet she hadn’t used it so far. She knew that her mental state had not been the best, but that was just sloppy. Senior Feng tried pushing her away, probably to transition to fucking her pussy, but she wrapped her arms around his hips. His resistance was weak. He never had been one to take the initiative forcefully.
So, Fu Yilan kept sucking. Draining his yang energy was ridiculously easy. Having trained on the Trapping Needle Bug while still only having third stage qi, pulling yang energy from someone closer to her own level, while having increased the purity of her qi, and therefore of her yin energy, made the process a lot more manageable. Five drops of vital yang burned through her during the three more loads she milked from him. At the end of it, he was left panting heavily on the bed. Fu Yilan stopped there, unsure how far to push it. She didn’t want him getting suspicious after all.
“I would love to see what kind of arts my work has gotten me.” She smiled sweetly, yet annoyance was hidden in the smile, and Fu Yilan didn’t bother to hide it well.
“You sure? I think you’d only need about–“
“Yes, I’m sure,” she snapped. Raising his hands calmingly, he led her through the shelves, slower than usual. Maybe she had drained too much from him. She didn’t care though. He took advantage of her, so she would do the same.
“Only choose one. You don’t want too many mixing with your senses in your head. Especially since mistakes around the brain usually lead to death. All of these fall under the pleasure arts category, though are quite expensive due to being quite useful.” He handed her the first book of three. “One Heart, A Thousand Lies. Pretty straightforward name. See if someone is lying by looking at their heartbeat. Useful when it’s a hidden card, though it can be circumnavigated by stronger cultivators or experienced liars.” It made sense, if all it looked at was the heartbeat. Though she hoped it wouldn’t be the case. “Next is the Burning Dragon Tongue. Lets you stoke anger in your opponent, making them lose their rationale. Very popular with merchants and the like who are at the negotiating table regularly.” Fu Yilan took that book as well. “Last is the Primal Pulling Melody. It lets you seem more attractive to the person across from you, pulling out sexual desire. Quite useful as well in negotiations if you ask me, but from what I hear it’s usually picked by women, for obvious reasons.”
Taking her time to read through all of them, she knew which one she would be picking almost immediately. The One Heart, A Thousand Lies art did indeed help with detecting lies, but it wasn’t entirely fool proof. There was however a mention that definite circumvention was apparently not possible, as far as the author was aware at least. The Burning Dragon Tongue had several use cases, ranging from the negotiation table over embarrassing opponents in public, to destabilizing enemies in battle. And still, she would be picking the Primal Pulling Melody. It added pull to her words, probably similar to what the branch leader had used on her. Where hers fell behind in suggestive range though, it made up for with a second effect Senior Feng hadn’t mentioned. To not fall victim to attacks of that same nature, a mind strengthening effect was built in. She would study it in more detail later, but she knew it would have to be that one.
Next, she decided to go to a shop selling potions, pills, and talismans. It was a large building, one of the few with several stories in the sect. Fu Yilan was not yet allowed to purchase the strongest available, but she still got the strongest she could get, several different types. Some threw flames, some an earth dome. All at the fifth stage, the highest she was allowed to buy. She hoped the talismans for hiding tracks and erasing scent wouldn’t be suspicious. She doubted they would, judging by the second-class disciple almost falling asleep by the counter. It calmed her down to be a bit more prepared though.
She took the Primal Pulling Melody manual to her quiet spot outside the sect. Being in her room was getting more bearable, but she preferred being out here. Fu Yilan started reading through it. The first layer of qi circulation would add the effect to her voice, while the second part would create a solid state of mind, a solid core of her identity, not easily swayed by outside influence. It was difficult to learn though. By now, Fu Yilan had first-rate talent, but even then, it would take a few days at least. Still, she focused on learning as quickly as possible.
That evening, she again bent down in front of Branch Leader Xiao. This time, the sixth bead made her cum. One earlier than last time. It was followed by him pulling out the rest of them in one go again, making Fu Yilan squirt from pleasure that only came from her asshole.
She laid down in a weird contraption, arms and legs fastened. The inability to move scared her, taking her back to being trapped. Her body was held in a birthing position with the hips raised, presenting everything to him. Only when his fingers started poking into her asshole did she return to the present, breathing heavy. The beetle was still vibrating in her pussy, a constant that she wrapped her mind around.
Branch Leader Xiao took a small contraption that kept her asshole opened, while allowing him to look inside. He was clearly excited as she knelt before her, two small, long brushes in hand. “Try to hold out, alright? And no cumming allowed. Announce each time you get close.”
“Yes, Master Xiao,” she replied. Fu Yilan was still holding on, acting the part, but knew she wouldn’t get through the session this time either. Still, she tried.
Small brushes scratched and poked at her insides, looking for the spots that made her shiver and moan in extasy. The branch leader found them quickly. Yet each time Fu Yilian was close to climaxing, he would stop and pull out his dick. Letting it rest on her mouth, the smell made her mind hazy, while its heat on her lips made her want to lick it.
Fu Yilan held herself back though. She wanted to only do the bare minimum to pass as a devoted slave. The less pleasure, the better. The urge grew stronger and stronger though with each time he pushed her to the edge. After the tenth time, her tongue darted out, sending sparks up her brain as it tasted his shaft. He pulled back immediately though and slapped her across the face with it. It was less painful than humiliating.
“Did Master give you permission to lick?” he asked, voice stern. Fu Yilan could only shake her head. “As punishment, we will be extending the period you can’t cum.”
Fu Yilan grit her teeth. Only slivers of her mind hung on, but she tried to keep up the resistance. Each time he prodded at her insides, each time a brush found her most sensitive parts in her asshole, her grip loosened. Ten more times of getting to the edge, yet not cresting it, and Fu Yilan let go. She just wanted to cum, to release it all. She yearned for her master’s permission. It didn’t occur to her to keep her climax a secret. After all, he was her master, and his words needed to be followed.
The orgasm that came after being denied for an hour almost shattered her mind. Finally, her master had thrust his dick into her. It felt better than usual, as though he had taken the knowledge of her weak spots and thrust into them specifically. Fu Yilan loved it.