The following days, Fu Yilan practiced her Primal Pulling Melody by day, while being trained by night. She had to hurry learning it, but it was more difficult than expected. The art had the seductive voice as an active component, while the protection of the mind as a passive one. That was what she had been focusing on recently. She had to infuse her qi with intent about herself, her identity, and layer those strings around her mind. It would protect her from external stimuli and ensure that she had a core she kept to.
She should have removed all signs of servitude from her body while cultivating though, pulling out both the beetle as well as the anal beads. Yet she didn’t, mind slightly hazy from each previous night’s memories, as well as the pleasure the insertions brought her. Fear and urgency pushed her onwards, letting small mistakes sneak in.
Her self as a cultivator was woven in early, as well as her name. They seemed like baselines. Each got several threads, so they would hold strong even if one should fray or break. She neither wanted to forget her name nor her purpose. She added in that pleasure was solely a means to an end, a way for her to reach the top.
It was slow and tedious work, requiring fine control of each strand of qi. But she moved ahead, slower than she would have liked, quicker than she should have done. The previous night, Fu Yilan had come when the second bead was pulled out, and her mind left her soon after. She was weakening. It might only take a few more days before she wouldn’t wake up again.
Strings containing slivers of her slave mindset wove themselves into her net. She tried to keep out all thoughts of submission, yet the fact that she felt pleasure from it remained, sneaking in. She had been following the branch leader’s orders, keeping both the anal beads as well as the vibrating beetle inside her dutifully. A string linking obedience and pleasure wove itself in as well. Her belief about men not being above women was being tainted, subtly. A small string added that she should serve men in the bedroom, as it was part of her womanly duty. Another that took pleasure from being dominated. Each very subtle, not to be compared to those put in consciously, yet they could nudge her towards one decision rather than another. Fu Yilan was unaware of the mistakes she was making.
Finally, the net snapped in place, and her mind cleared up instantly. It was working, and relief flooded her system. She had been in worse condition than she had thought, but now she was doing better. She felt surer of herself in a way that pleased her immensely. This art seemed like what she had been looking for. Now all that remained was to strengthen the strings slowly over time. The pain in her heart had lessened significantly as well. It seemed like with her mind protected and strengthened, it was now her heart that was weaker and had to yield. Fu Yilan continued to meditate on the founder’s words, repeating them, combating the icy hand of the Old Demon. His grip had gotten weaker.
That evening, Fu Yilan was being toyed with by her master as well. Calling him that didn’t carry the weight it had before. Up to that point, it had always been due to her genuinely feeling like that about him. Now, her mind was safely in control, while she acted like the devoted slave. Still feeling the pleasure, still being devoted on the surface. Branch Leader Xiao loved her development. Satisfied with her asshole, he had switched over to her clit, massaging it with brushes. Parts of her mind was reeling, wishing to give in to the pleasure. It washed through her, making her want to submit to it. Yet her identity weave held strong despite the waves battering against it. Slivers of that desire leaked through due to Fu Yilan only just having started to cultivate the art, but those were dealt with easily. It was not even worth mentioning. The difference was as though a slight drizzle was falling on a mind that had battled hurricanes.
“Yes, that’s good, very good. I think it’s time. Come by a bit earlier tomorrow. It’s time to show you off.” Fu Yilan was riding him, nodding obediently at his command. Within her though, her mind was trying to pull out some of his vital yang energy. It was more challenging than all others she had tried draining so far, but by the end, she had managed to coax a burning drop out of him. She could feel it rushing through her body, as well as her cultivation after mixing with her yin energy. It was time to continue growing. One day, she would have her revenge.
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Fu Yilan was whirling around on the sparring grounds with her soft blade. It whirred through the air, moving in mesmerizing patterns. Her outfit was the same short skirt, cleavage, stockings and heels she was told to wear. She didn’t mind it by now. Instead, their desire fueled her, made her push herself further. The Ice Flower was more beautiful than ever, they whispered to each other. Her body moved along the path of her martial arts, swaying and swinging with it. The constant pleasure shooting up from between her legs served as a distraction that she needed to push past, sharpening her mind. The sect master had replaced them for purifying beads that cleansed her bowels, so she truly never had to remove them. Small silver sigils, as well as characters she couldn’t read covered their surface. Her skirt whirled around her as well, but she had gotten the hang of it. It only reached high enough to barely not let anyone glance at what lay below.
Improvement felt good, especially since she could tell that she would best anyone else on the sparring grounds up to her level, despite many being in the third stage, one above what she showed to the outside. Not that she ever fought anyone again, despite someone coming up to whenever she arrived, offering to exchange pointers. She coldly declined each time.
That afternoon, she visited the branch leader, earlier than usual. “Good, there you are. I have invited the elders for drinks and accompanying snacks. You will be serving us. In more ways than one. I expect you to do your best and give your master some face.”
“As you wish, Master Xiao.” An outfit had already been prepared, while side dishes had been put down in the kitchen. Getting dressed, Fu Yilan had to say that it was the lewdest thing she’d ever worn. All that covered her chest was a purple silk bikini top, while a tight skirt wrapped around her waist. A thin see-through silk sheet covered her lower face to give the illusion of modesty that was clearly not found anywhere else in the outfit. High heels slipped onto her feet, completing the outfit.
“Here they come,” Branch Leader Xiao said seconds before the first of the elders appeared in front of the house, having come over using their movement arts. She stood in the kitchen, plating everything. She could hear their conversation through the thin walls. They had sat down in the central room on cushions she had set out earlier, a low, wooden table in the middle.
“Today, I have prepared something special. She’s far better than those mortal girls we’ve been enjoying so far.” That was her sign. Fu Yilan walked out seductively. She didn’t dare use the Bewitching Fox Steps. There also was no need. They would take her body in time either way.
Oohs and Aahs went around the room, each elder appreciating her body as she presented herself. Her arms slid along her body enticingly, showcasing her softness.
“You really have an eye for women, Old Xiao.”
“I had my suspicions about her, especially after she spent all that time fucking that Old Demon. To see her in your care doesn’t even surprise me,” Pill Pavilion Elder Zhou laughed. He had been the one to push the beetle back into her after her rescue.
“Is that what I think it is?” Another elder had leaned down, peeking under her skirt, seeing the loop of the anal beads protruding from her asshole. He had a suggestive grin on his face and the others leaned down to see what he was talking about.
Fu Yilan decided to make it easier for them. It was her role at the moment, presenting her body. Shaking her ass slowly, she turned around, facing away. Slowly, she bent forward, legs straight, revealing more and more of her behind. The elders chuckled in delight.
“Truly a magnificent one.”
“Yes, indeed. Though she holds a few more secrets we can uncover later. Now, how about a drink to start off?” Everyone agreed and Fu Yilan got the cups and the alcohol. She poured a cup for everyone, while their hands always managed to subtly brush against her thighs or ass. At this point, that much was expected. Sitting down beside the branch leader, she let their conversation wash over her, only getting up to refill their cups.
Half an hour later, she started bringing out side dishes, each and every one making her mouth water. The dining hall was good, especially for someone who had been a beggar before. These however looked incredible, as though everything else was just second rate, taste wise.
“Come on, please us while we eat.” Branch Leader Xiao nodded down at his crotch, and Fu Yilan got on all fours. His dick was already hard as she took it in. Her silk face veil covered his dick, keeping the sight of her service away from his eyes. At the same time, the elder who was blessed with the sight of her ass as she crouched over his cock started rubbing it, while gently tugging at the loop that led to the beads.
“Incredible softness. Better than all those mortal sluts.” She couldn’t tell who it was. After all, they hadn’t been introduced. The only way to know they were elders were by their robes and a small pin on their chest.
Taking his first load down her throat, she moved around the room, sucking everyone off, one after the other. None of them seemed bothered by cumming in front of the rest, apparently quite used to it.
“No way, pleasure arts? How rare! And talented at them too.” Branch Leader Xiao only nodded proudly.
“She really is a gem. It’s made her body more sensitive. Even her throat can make her cum.” He laughed and the others joined in, excitement evident.
Fu Yilan could feel herself grow wet as well. In part due to her mouth being sensitive, but in part due to being beneath them, passed around freely. For a moment, she was worried that her protecting net had failed, but it was still active. She calmed down and kept sucking contentedly, unaware that a few strands were protecting what she didn’t want saved.
They kept chatting, not really paying attention to the women pleasuring them one by one. Sometimes, a hand would pat her on the head or push a dick deeper inside. Others would praise her tongue movements or her throat game.
Pushing the table to the side when they had finished eating, Fu Yilan knelt in the middle of the room while six naked aging men stood around her, hard dicks pointing straight at her. Arousal shot through her at their sight. She looked up to her master, and he just nodded. Fu Yilan sucked their dicks, taking one into the mouth for a few sucks, then moving to the next. Her hands kept stroking those she couldn’t reach at the moment. She had never taken care of so many at once but doing it like this made sense to her.
They groaned in delight, jerking themselves off when she wasn’t able to do so for them. Finally, the first of them came, painting her chest white. The others erupted soon after as well. Only one came in her mouth, the rest painting her body with their searing seed. She tried licking up as much of it as possible, unwilling to let it drip on the floor.
“A real slut,” they praised her efforts, and Fu Yilan smiled. Her pussy was soaked, and she bent forwards, pushing her ass up towards her master.
“Please, elders, push your dicks into me and make me cum my brains out.” They complied willingly. Fu Yilan came on the second bead being pulled out and felt her mind wash away by the orgasm for a moment. When it resurfaced, the protective net was still there, still stable. Taking the lead, her master pushed into her asshole. The others crowded around, touching her body, squeezing her tits, appreciating her hair. One of them came to the front and lifted her up. Fu Yilan opened her mouth and took him in automatically. Glancing up, the grinning face of Elder Zhou looked back down.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now. Especially your pussy will be magnificent if your mouth already feels this good.”
They took turns, swapping through. Sometimes they changed position, allowing for one to push into her ass, while another was in her pussy. None of her holes were ever left unoccupied. Anyone who wasn’t currently fucking her was enjoying a drink, chatting leisurely. Fu Yilan could feel the protective net strain. She wanted to submit, wanted to give in to the pleasure. But she held strong, despite a small part of her protected mind whispering that she belonged here, pleasing men.
At some point, they were outside on the grass in front of the branch leader’s house. The night air tickled her nipples that stood erect, many mouths having suckled them. And while the night dragged on, everyone pouring all of their essence into and over Fu Yilan, she was slowly drawing drops of vital yang energy from their bodies. She was getting better at it, moving her yin energy in ways that seemed to appeal more to the yang, letting it separate from its host quicker. Still very challenging on people so far above her, but barely manageable.
“Ha, yes, deeper!” she moaned, hugging an elder with a large frame and an even larger belly. He was holding her up, letting his dick pump into her repeatedly. Arms wrapped around his neck, they kissed, while the others were sitting on the lawn, staring at the stars, reminiscing of times long past and battles they fought. A few more hours and the sky would shift from black to blue to a fiery orange, heralding the arrival of a new day. Right now however, all that mattered was the pleasure and the yang energy she was extracting from them.
“You really are a little sex demon, Little Fu.” He pumped his load into her with a grunt, while Fu Yilan wrapped around him, tight, clenching from her own climax. A satisfied smile was on her face. Another drop of vital yang energy acquired. He had no idea how right he was.
She was passed to the next elder who laid her down in the soft grass and started pounding her asshole. She squeaked in delight. Eyes closed, she let the rest of the long night wash over her. She was tired yet satisfied. Taking a nap in the grass, she awoke to her naked body having been cleaned of the filth. She doubted anyone had come to clean her, so it must have been the Void Lotus Demoness art that kept her in an alluring state. Putting her revealing robes back on, she walked back to her room in the women’s dorm. Leaning back, the walls no longer seemed as threatening.