She tried to clean herself as much as possible before going to her room. She laid in her bed for a while, crying. She didn’t know a way out. A cultivator, more powerful than she was, had promised to kill her if she ran. Yet if she stayed, he would violate her body regularly. An abyss was tearing at her heart. It was horrible.
Sitting up, she started reading through the manual Senior Xu had given her. The Void Lotus Demoness art. There was some excitement, due to it being something new, but if Fu Yilan was honest, it was entirely overshadowed by the hopelessness of closing off future avenues, future potential. She could have used her body formation art to build a body that was strong, or inhumanly robust, or light as a feather and fast. What she had gotten however was something that would probably change her body to suit men. It was unspeakably frustrating.
When she opened and read it though, it was more than she had expected. It seemed like no one had even read it past the first page that said it was only for women, and that this art would have a beautifying effect on the body. None of the men had read further, while no woman would want to even consider pleasure arts. But when Fu Yilan continued to read, more possibilities opened up. Flexibility and control of the body. Useful in the bedchambers, but also in a fight. It purified the body, improving it constantly. It was a bit of a downside, that the user would gradually be made incredibly alluring for men, but Fu Yilan would have to deal with it. This would be where other pleasure arts would stop. Beautify the user, make their bodies flexible and prepare them for a life in the sheets.
This art however went beyond that. Fu Yilan didn’t know which cultivator they had taken this from, but she must have been powerful. The Void Lotus Demoness Art allowed the user to draw in the energies released during intercourse, the yin of the woman and the yang of the man, going beyond mere flexibility and adding strength, as well as purifying the user’s body.
This art was the ray of light at the end of a tunnel. It was what Fu Yilan needed. She started cultivating the art. Pulling the yang energy from the semen still in her body, she could feel strength and energy rushing through her veins and meridians. Was her qi growing as well? The manual didn’t mention anything of the sort, but when she looked at her inner world with the winding pillar of water with the bud on top, pink roots started reaching down from the pillar all the way down into the depths, deeper than she could see at the moment. Somehow, they had connected.
A memory of pink streaks flashed by her, as the Senior who had tested her aptitude had refrained from explaining what it said about her physique. Now, she had an inkling as to what it might mean. A physique for pleasure arts.
When she realized, Fu Yilan almost burst out laughing. He was right, she was meant for it. It was a bitter realization, tinged with hope. The light to lead her from the darkness had gotten stronger.
She spent the rest of the evening cultivating the Moonlit Infinite Ripples Art, and watched as thin white moonlight-condensed roots spread outwards from what seemed more and more like a plant’s stem. It shouldn’t be, the manual said it should spread from the base of the straight pillar like a circle, condensing the gathered moonlight. For her, it acted differently though. Fu Yilan didn’t know why, but there wasn’t much she could do about it, unfortunately.
The next morning, she dragged herself to breakfast. She was used to being hungry, having skipped dinner, but it didn’t mean she enjoyed the feeling. Her Senior Sister smiled at her sweetly and called her over when everyone had finished eating.
“I hear you made a lucky man very happy.” Fu Yilan clenched her teeth but didn’t answer. A hand snaked out and squeezed her nipple. “Answer when spoken to by your Seniors. You hear me, bitch?” A snarl had replaced the smile on her Senior Sister’s face for a moment but disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Come on, we both know a slut like you enjoyed it. Apparently, he wasn’t even your first? Loose little girl.” She laughed, and horse-faced Sister Li laughed along, always by her side.
Fu Yilan felt her cheeks heat up from shame. Why did she have to endure this? Her hand lashed out, about to hit her Senior Sister in the face. And yet, somehow, she missed. Her nipple was pinched again, this time harder. Fu Yilan yelped in pain. “I’m so far above you, how dare a rat like you try and strike me. I hope that excuse for a brain understands, just how outclassed you are.” They left her standing there as they walked away, giggling.
Fu Yilan steeled her mind as she walked into the mission hall. Every step she wanted to take forward was accompanied by merit points she had to earn from missions issued here. She still needed a fighting art and a movement art, as well as a suitable weapon. She would have to grow in strength enough to be able to flee this retched place and maybe leave a few dead bodies on her way out.
“Ah, there she is, my little fairy. Here for another load of yang energy from her daddy?” Senior Brother Xu smirked at his little joke. “You’re probably hoping for a mission to earn merit, huh? How unfortunate that I’m the one responsible for handing them out.” Pushing his chair back, he signed for her to follow him. Fu Yilan could only do as she was told.
This time though, they stopped closer to the entrance. “Off with your robes. You know what’s going to happen.” Fu Yilan grit her teeth and started disrobing.
“As you wish, Senior.” The sound of a hand meeting a face was followed by stinging pain blooming on her cheek.
“Try again,” he commanded, superiority dripping from his voice.
Fu Yilan felt like her teeth might crack soon at this rate. “As you wish, Daddy.” A large hand started patting her head, praising her.
“Good girl. Just do as your Daddy Xu says, and you won’t need to feel pain like that.”
His hand reached between her legs again. Fu Yilan was shivering in disgust, and yet his hand came back slightly wet. He licked it off his finger, tasting her nectar.
“Oh, very nice. Very nice indeed. I see you have started cultivating those pleasure arts? Good choice. Now you have started solidifying your path as a whore. So, start acting like one.” Fu Yilan didn’t respond. Neither did she say anything when he turned her around, bent her over, and inserted his dick. Slick folds welcomed him in.
Throbbing pleasure was pulsing up from her pussy, licking at her self-control. The art had mentioned that it would enhance the pleasure of the woman as well, to increase the amount of yin energy she released. Fu Yilan hadn’t expected that to happen quite so soon though. She suppressed her moans and instead focused on the Void Lotus Demoness art. The roots started reaching down like little tendrils and greedily drank in the energy released by both Senior Xu and herself.
“You really were made for this. This little cave of yours is incredible. Best I’ve felt in a century!” Fu Yilan started moving her hips a bit. She could feel the energy being pulled into her, slowly refining her body. Like dried out earth or a starving dog, her muscles, bones, ligaments, and even meridians were strengthened, just ever so slightly. What flowed into her was in harmony, the union of man and woman having combined two opposites. And again, a small trickle of that energy flowed up the roots of her moonlight drinking flower stem and into the white roots stretching out along the surface of her inner lake.
His hands were squeezing Fu Yilan’s behind, giving it the occasional slap. “Yes, moan for your Daddy. Moan like a bitch in heat!” She stayed quiet, but it seemed like he didn’t mind at the moment. His dick was throbbing, pulsing slightly. Then his thick seed flooded her womb again, just like it had the day before.
The rush of energy that accompanied his orgasm however stood in stark contrast to the disgusting feeling of having him inside her. His seed had the most concentrated yang energy, and the Void Lotus Demoness art drank it up greedily. It made the energy she had received during intercourse seem like a poor trickle when compared to how it shot through her meridians, clearing and strengthening them. She noticed her qi both feeling purer, as well as cycling through her body slightly quicker.
In addition, a new sense got added to her body. It seemed somewhat basic, and Fu Yilan was sure more such sexual benefits would be forced onto her, but she could tell that she had more control over her lower hole. She could mover her insides more precisely, and when she tried it, she could feel Senior Xu groan and stiffen again.
“Ah, yes! This is what I’m talking about. Pleasure arts should be mandatory for every woman to learn. This is on another level. Just so you know, whores who cultivate this art are quite expensive. So don’t be too distraught hahaha!” His laugh was boisterous. He knew that he had her in the palm of his hand. Any advancement had to go through him. Fu Yilan clenched her teeth and stared angrily at the stone wall, that she was still facing. One day, she would stomp him into the ground and make him regret ever giving her that art.
When Senior Xu let pulled out wo more rounds and two more loads later, Fu Yilan got up and put her robes back on. Her face was blank. Disgust and satisfaction were battling within her. The more the Void Lotus Demoness art grew, the more sensitive her body became. Holding back moans was getting harder and harder, with the pleasure slowly chipping away at the disgust she felt. Fear spiked through her, before she pressed it down with cold rationality. This was her path now, her dao, and she would follow it. One load at a time, she would claw herself to immortality.
She wasn’t exhausted, and no cum dribbled down between her legs. Her body had sucked it all into her womb, draining its energy and incorporating it into each part of her. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt good. Both stronger and more athletic. Leaning onto the balls of her feet, she jumped up and down. The difference was slight but still noticeable.
When she left Senior Xu was sitting behind the mission hall’s counter where she had found him. “Here, this much should be doable, even for you.” He tossed her a small sheet of paper with instructions on it. “Find fifty Horned Spikewort and bring them to the Pill Pavilion. 5 Merit points.” While she read, Senior Xu let a heavy book fall on the counter.
“Find the information on the plant yourself. You can manage that much, can’t you?” Fu Yilan nodded and paged through the book. An odd sense of satisfaction coursed through her, mixed with self-deprecation. She’d only needed to sell her body and practice pleasure arts, entwining her path with pleasuring men. But this mission was a step forward, one she had fought for all on her own.
The book creaked, old pages with detailed drawings of hundreds of plants shown within, alongside proper harvesting technique. She made sure to commit all relevant information on the Horned Spikewort to memory. The spiky shape of the leaves that had probably given it its name, as well as the depth of the root and where it usually grew. Then, with a sharp turn, she strode off.
Fu Yilan only went to her quarters to grab a bag and her water gourd. The intercourse had given her energy and had improved her body; she couldn’t wait to put it to the test.