Fu Yilan’s hands slid down her curves, tracing her lines in a winding, sensual dance that had her senior captivated. She didn’t say a word and neither did he as she started disrobing, slowly. It was knowledge from the regular books from the library, combined with variations described in her movement art manual of the Bewitching Fox part that let her move like that. Sometimes she would push her hands up over her stomach and squeeze her tits, highlighting their softness. Other times she would let her ass sway, letting it jiggle. She could feel Senior Xu’s gaze on her even when she wasn’t looking at him. It felt good being in control, having him in her palm.
With flowing, sensual, bewitching steps, she walked up to him, keeping eye contact, and went to her knees. One long lick, from the base of his dick along the underside all the way to his tip made him shiver and groan. He had never been this hard before, she noticed. It was as though more blood than normal had been pumped into it, lured by her art, making it more sensitive. His eyes were still on hers. It didn’t seem like he was aware of his complete surrender to her, and Fu Yilan relished the control she had.
A kiss on the tip had him almost erupting already, but she kept him wanting. She would have expected her movement art to no longer be useful at this point, since she was no longer moving around, but it seemed like she could keep her target bewitched by continuing to circulate her qi as the art required. She pushed him back and he followed her lead, leaning back onto the bed. Fu Yilan almost giggled from excitement. It felt incredible, making him follow her whim with but a touch. She had to admit; pleasure arts were starting to grow on her.
Crawling over him, her chest and erect nipples were gently dragging over his body. His dick was shivering. It seemed like one more touch would send him over the edge. Lowering herself onto him, she controlled her pussy to suck him in. No regular person, mortal or cultivator, could move their lower body like that without pleasure arts. The effect was immediate. Senior Xu pushed his hips up as the biggest orgasm he had shot to date left his body. The yang energy accompanying it was immense as well. Had she not plugged the roots leading to sensitivity enhancement, that load might have cut off all hope of getting it under control. Even now she was feeling great pleasure just from the twitches of his dick.
He moaned, and Fu Yilan giggled slightly. She was seeing a side of him she hadn’t before. Her Void Lotus was drinking it all up, and she could feel her body, meridians, and qi getting nourished and strengthened. Looking down at the powerful cultivator, she noticed that her hold on him was unraveling, despite her still circulating the art. It seemed like cumming pulled him out of it. She stopped circulating it and let herself drop onto his wide chest and respectable tummy.
Waking from her control, he took a few deep breaths to steady herself. She watched him form the corner of her eye, but he didn’t seem to connect the pleasure with mental manipulation. To him it seemed like he had just been in the mood, more so than usual.
“That was incredible he sighed, some exhaustion evident in his voice.” Fu Yilan matched his energy. Laying on his body, she let her body formation art drink up all the energy wrung from him. “My little pleasure demoness. The heavens were smiling on me when they let me make you my sex slave.” Fu Yilan smiled at that, nodding along. It came far easier when she remembered his powerlessness just minutes ago. Hearing him say that was almost funny.
“Can’t I be more than that?” she asked, pouting. He just chuckled at that.
“Get a bit stronger first. I won’t wed anyone under the fifth stage of the earthly realm.”
“But it’s so hard, cultivating. Especially when all I want to do is… spend time with you…” Fu Yilan looked up at him cutely. It wasn’t enough, but she hadn’t wanted it to be. She had to confirm, had to hear it coming from his mouth.
“Oh, you’re too cute. Of course you’d still be at the first stage. I’m more than a hundred years old and have only reached the sixth stage it only makes sense that it would take you a while longer. Three months is a good pace, half a year is average. And it’s not a problem if you take longer than that, because this Daddy Xu can protect you anyway!” He laughed, while Fu Yilan tried to hide how the simple statement had sent her mind reeling.
It seemed like she was incredibly fast with her cultivation. The Shifting Grass Sect wasn’t one of the largest sects, so their geniuses would probably be quicker than that, but as fast as her? Once more she noticed that were it not for the body sensitivity enhancing effect of the Void Lotus Demoness Art, it would never have been left to rot in a mid-sized sect’s branch sect. Cultivating the art with a cultivator so far above her own level had to have helped her advancement as well. Comparing the amount of yang energy in his seed with that of the mortal man was like pitting a matchstick against a roaring bonfire.
The other part was his age. Fu Yilan knew that she was cultivating immortality, and yet, oddly enough, it hadn’t occurred to her what that meant exactly. It made sense however, for him to age slower. She wondered what age the white-haired pill pavilion master was.
Hiding her spinning thoughts, Fu Yilan kept on playing the simple, sex-hungry girl. “Alright, I understand.” Her tone was sad.
“I’ll give you something to cheer you up. I have a mission that offers a lot of merits, don’t you worry.” Her mood lifted immediately and Senior Xu sighed, glad to have put a smile back on her face.
“Thanks, Daddy Xu.” While she hugged him, her pussy started moving around his dick, squeezing on his most sensitive parts. It felt to him like the folds were actually moving.
“Haha, my little cumslut. Can’t have a dick inside of her that’s not moving, huh?” Fu Yilan blushed and looked away. She liked how she was slowly taking the reins of their relationship.
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Fu Yilan left the mission hall with a smile and a new mission sheet. It was another plant fetching quest, but this time for one that paid significantly more. 20 merits to get three Rainbow-Dipped Grass bushels. Senior Xu had even told her a secret spot to find them. Life was looking up. Speeding up gradually using her Flowing Steps, she zipped through nature, easily reaching the spot he had told her about. It was no less fun, running through nature like that than the first time she’d done it. Gathering the grass that had an iridescent shimmer to it, she rushed back to hand it over to the old pill pavilion master. She understood why these missions were popular.
This time the old man didn’t want to let her leave quite as easily, wrapping her up in meaningless conversation. He told her to call him Grandpa Zhou and pulled her to his workbench. It would have been sweet if not for his roaming gaze and lecherous grin. He refused to keep his hands to himself, letting one either rest around her hips or on her ass. Fu Yilan couldn’t resist him. He was a cultivator of far greater strength, while being the master of the pill pavilion, whose word probably held significant sway. What could a single first stage woman do in the face of that.
After half an hour of inappropriate touching, she managed to excuse herself, making up a prior appointment she didn’t want to miss. As she walked away, she was considering her options. He was clearly trying to sleep with her. The man was powerful, stronger than Senior Xu. It would definitely offer a lot of yang energy to her body formation art. He was old however, very old. Senior Xu looked like he was in his late forties or mid-fifties. Old Man Zhou looked seventy at least. She pushed off the decision to another time.
She spent the rest of the day cultivating, only getting up to eat dinner. She enjoyed watching her Moonlit Infinite Ripples Art and pushing the stem higher. It was pleasantly calming.
The next day, after breakfast, she first went to the mission hall, to meet Senior Brother Xu. She tried using Her Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps on him again, and he got caught up in it just like last time. This time she didn’t go as far though, only sucking him off under the counter. Taking him deep with the intent to finish it quickly, he came down her throat. The only issue was that even that felt incredible. And when he came, she licked up his cum happily, enjoying the taste. The Void Lotus wouldn’t complain if she kept going, would it? So, she did, wringing two more loads from him. During the last one, she had cum just from giving head, by moving her head back and forth as quickly as possible. The feeling of the hot, thick length grinding along her tongue and throat felt incredible to her changed body. She left a small puddle behind under the counter when she walked out.
Today, she wanted to check out the price for a genuine fighting technique. She was unsure how she wanted to fight; all she knew was that she wanted to get started soon. There was a weapon hall with a third-class disciple guarding it. He looked incredibly bored but perked up when her saw Fu Yilan approach. Jumping up, he hurried over to help her.
“What brings our sect’s fairy here? You need to be at the second stage to be allowed to buy a weapon.” He paused for dramatic effect. “This Brother Xie will help you choose though, so you can be sure when the time comes.” He smiled at her, and Fu Yilan smiled back at him. It was cute. He reminded her of a little puppy, eager to please.
“Alright then Brother Xie, lead the way.” It was a building split into several sections, separating swords and sabers from spears and glaives and those from bows and other ranged weapons. The number of options was dizzying. But when she looked at many of them, she immediately saw a problem. Using pleasure arts, carrying large weapons like spears or greatswords wouldn’t work. Even a saber might be too much, pulling the attention away from her soft form to cold steel. It might even risk pulling men out of the trance. She shook her head.
“Yes, you’re right. A spear is much to crude for an elegant flower like yourself,” Brother Xie said, misinterpreting her lack of enthusiasm. He led her to the archery section, but Fu Yilan wanted something that could be used at close range. And if the solution to that was stabbing enemies with arrows, then she should just pick something else form the start.
“Flying swords? Use them like a blade or use your qi to let them fight for you?” It sounded exciting, but it would pull their eyes away from her.
“Maybe Daggers?” he suggested, taking a pair from the wall and spinning them skillfully. Fu Yilan made the appropriate ooing sound, making Brother Xie grin pridefully. “They are elegant, with many weapon arts involving them looking like a dance.” Fu Yilan wasn’t convinced. “Though maybe too up close and personal for a lady like yourself.” They kept walking.
“Whips?” She shook her head.
“Fans? They have reinforced edges, letting you tear through enemies.” That sounded interesting.
“Maybe…” She could almost see him wagging his tail at something not being immediately tossed to the side. She giggled a bit.
“What’s so funny,” he feigned offence.
“Nothing, let’s keep going.”
“The Soft Blade. Similar to a sword yet controlled by qi. You can let them go rigid or have them weave around an opponent’s guard like a snake.” Noticing that he had her attention, he pressed on. “You can wear it around jour waist like a belt, then when you need it, pull it free. It is often associated with elegance, and is sometimes used in ritual dances, or so I’ve heard.” He smiled, excited. It slowly moved to a frown though. “I will have to add though, that despite being one of the three weapons closely associated with our Shifting Grass Sect, it is very rarely picked because of its difficulty. It has the disadvantage of being hard to learn and even harder to master. But I’m sure you would manage easily.”
“Thank you very much for your helpful advice. When I advance, I won’t have to hesitate to pick what I want.” Fu Yilan smiled at him warmly.
“Which one will you choose?” He looked expectant, as though asking for a treat. Cute little doggy.
“You will have to wait and see,” she smiled before bowing and walking out. She had one more place she wanted to go.