The next morning, she replayed last evening’s events in her mind. Fear sent small needles through her at the thought of her Senior Sister, but she couldn’t leave. Where would she go if she did? All she could do was keep her head down and cultivate until she could be sent to a different branch of the sect.
Morning training was as tough as yesterday. Her body still ached from the past day’s exertions, but morning training was one of the things even new initiates had to join. Looking more closely, there were a few boys, maybe fourteen years of age, who were also struggling. Probably new disciples, just like her. Finding others who suffered similarly made her feel slightly better.
What didn’t make her feel better though were the whispers that were going around between the boys and men.
“Saw her at dinner yesterday, she’s a beauty.”
“The heaven’s blessed our sect with a goddess.”
“Her face is flawless; I think I’ll see her in my dreams.”
“Way ahead of you there, I dreamt of her last night.”
Each comment came with an angry glare from the long-faced sister, as Fu Yilan had started calling her. She could send out decent glares, her eyes being too close together as they were. What really scared her though was the knowledge, that all of this would flow to Senior Sister Yang through her. Looking over to Sister Gao, she had continued ignoring her. Like a beggar that sided with the strongest arms on the street instead of his friend. She had seen it happen before. Fu Yilan shook her head in disappointment. In the end, she was still a beggar, just with a full belly. How amusing, how terrible.
A week passed, with Fu Yilang keeping her head down. She hadn’t grown closer to any of the women and kept away from the men. Her dantian was coming along nicely; she was almost there. Her senior sister had not repeated her threat, instead being all smiles in public and ignoring her coldly in private.
Fu Yilang sat on her bed and let the moonlight flow into her. When the energy behind her navel finally reached a tipping point and solidified, she could feel a marble-sized ball of energy within her. The energy felt like the moon within her mind. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face at her breakthrough. She pumped her arms into the air in happiness, falling onto her bed backwards. She had done it. Finally, she had succeeded at something. Fu Yilan was now in the first stage of the earth realm.
Delving back in, she looked at the base of her column. It looked like a small disk of white moonlight was at the base of her column. Fu Yilan was confused. The book described it as a straight column into the sky, and yet, hers was winding upwards, like a tendril. And at the tip, a small ball had appeared. It looked almost like a flower’s bud. Fear spiked through her, and the water started to move, waves appearing from the distance, rolling towards her pillar that was looking more and more like a stem. Clouds moved in front of the moon and cut off its light.
Had she done something wrong? The manual said it was supposed to be a pillar. Had she failed? Were her foundations faulty? The waves were growing the less she was in control. It was like an attack on herself. Gripping the reigns of her emotions, Fu Yilan managed to calm them slowly. What was done, was done. She didn’t know if it was bad, or if there was a way to reverse it. At the same time, she didn’t trust anyone in the sect enough to ask.
Stopping cultivation, she left her room to look for the mission hall. Now that she had formed her dantian, she could take on missions, earn merit, and work her way towards a fighting art. She wanted the ability to defend herself, desperately.
With confident steps, she hurried to the mission hall. It was a large building with the same white walls and black roof. They were kept modest on purpose. In part due to cost reasons, since the Shifting Grass Sect wasn’t the wealthiest. The main reason though was to not tempt the disciples with riches, leading towards worldly desires and away from the proper path of cultivation, needing meditation and an empty mind.
The inside of the mission hall however seemed to want to draw out those desires from within each and every one who entered. The walls had wood paneling, with marble columns reaching towards the ceiling. Every disciple was supposed to want to work, for maybe one day they too could live this lavishly.
Fu Yilan took a minute to stare in wonder at the intricate carvings in the wooden ceiling. She noticed that her eyesight had significantly improved since the breakthrough. Riders on horses and beasts, cultivators on flying swords, and monsters she couldn’t even begin to describe were carved into the dark wood. They were lifelike enough that she wouldn’t be surprised if they started moving, jumping out at her.
“You the new one, right?” Her gaze fell on a man at the end of the hall. He had a large belly, was clean shaven, and had his thinning hair was in a tight bun. “Here for a mission? Come with me.” He got up, not straining under his body’s weight. He had a solid step, as he led her through a door behind the counter he had been sitting at. Fu Yilan could now feel the qi that was radiating off him. It was a lot more than she had.
They walked all the way to the end of a storage room with hundreds of crates stacked on top of each other, sealed with talismans. Suddenly, a hand flung her against the wall, pinning her to it. In the next moment, her chest wrap, along with her robes were ripped along the middle, now loosely hanging off her shoulders. It had all happened so quick that she had barely gasped before her brain caught up.
“She wasn’t lying, those really are some nice tits you have there. So feminine, so much Yin. Let this Senior Xu’s Yang help you balance it out.” Fu Yilan tried to struggle, but the man before her was much stronger than her. Her scream bounced around in the empty warehouse. Senior Xu only chuckled at her resistance. “No need to struggle, this is happening no matter how you act. And be honest, with a body like this, you were made for it, am I not right?”
Tears started running down Fu Yilan’s face, rolling over flawless, supple skin. “Now you have two options. Either you service me, or I kill you. It’s that simple. And no need to hope that it won’t happen. They’ll let me off. All they’ll have lost is a first stage earth realm disciple. One who strongly disrespected the Mission Hall Supervisor, I will add in my defense when they’ll ask me.” His face seemed entirely sure that he would fulfill the threat. Fu Yilan believed him and shivered because of it. She had never felt so small and helpless as she let the rest of her robes fall past her legs. “Good girl,” he praised, making her hair stand on end in disgust.
His hand slipped beneath her legs, looking for her slit. “Bone dry, haha. Oh well.” He pulled a bottle from his robe, and let a clear, viscous liquid coat his fingers. Then he used his strength to push those two fingers past her entrance and into her. The cold liquid felt terrible inside her, and yet the thick fingers of her Senior felt even worse. But there was nothing she could do apart from holding on to the shelf next to her, praying to the heavens that this would pass.
She closed her eyes, wishing for it to end. The next moment, something hot and bulbous was pressing against her entrance instead. It had been slickened and was tingling slightly. Fu Yilan didn’t like the feeling. Then Senior Xu pushed into her, and the tingling grew stronger.
“No blood?” he asked. Then a grin grew on his face. “Not your first time, huh? Did some street rat get to you before I did?” He laughed in delight as his member dug deeper into her cave. Fu Yilan could only turn away in shame. Her cheeks were burning.
The itch between her legs was getting stronger. She realized that it hadn’t just been some lubricant that he had drilled into her. “What– what was that you put into me,” she asked, breathing hard.
“Starting to feel it? A special little something I bought on an excursion. Back when I was still active, out and about.” He didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need him to. Small bursts of pleasure were radiating up to her. Fu Yilan clenched her teeth. She wouldn’t grant this dung stain the satisfaction.
Holding her up against the wall, his hands dug into her behind, lifting her up easily. There was nothing she could do as he pumped his hips into her, each thrust searing with pleasure and shame. The drug was doing its job, and after ten more minutes, she couldn’t hold it anymore. The first moan slipped past her lips and opened the floodgates.
“Hah, hah, nnh!” Fu Yilan’s sweet voice rang out, and she could feel Senior Xu stiffen further. His pace quickened. Each thrust going harder than the last, bringing the both of them closer to the peak.
“Yeah, you like that, huh? From now on, call me Daddy Xu. You pretty little slut!” A final groan, and his hot load pumped into Fu Yilan’s womb. She could feel each spurt, heating up her insides. Letting her slump to the floor, Senior Xu wiped the last drops on her lips. The smell was atrocious, invading her nostrils, forcing tears into her eyes. But she didn’t have any resistance left in her, so she just stayed on the floor. The drug-induced throbbing from between her legs ceased slowly. She hadn’t cum.
Pulling up his pants and fixing his robes, he was about to turn to leave but remembered something. A small booklet fell to the floor before her. There were stains on the front of it. The title read Void Lotus Demoness.
“You should thank me. I got you a body formation manual from the library in advance. They’re pleasure arts. Cultivate them, because that is where your path is taking you.” Chuckling, he turned away. “Especially since I’ve only just gotten started with you. And don’t even think of running away. Flee, and I’ll find you.”
“Is it even any good?” Fu Yilan muttered, half to herself, defeat in her voice.
“Most likely not. It’s been sitting in the library longer than I’ve been alive, is a pleasure art for body formation, and can only be practiced by women? I think that should tell you. I don’t even want to read it, lest it taints my path. But maybe it’ll help you deal with the baby I shot inside of you.” He spat on the floor, then walked back to his seat. Fu Yilan clenched her robes tight and hurried back to the women’s dorms, ignoring the looks she received on the way back.