Once a man had tasted the forbidden fruit called sex, there was no going back.
Tian had discovered this truth over the past months with religious devotion.
Every day, he cultivated with his maids—dual cultivation in the truest sense.
His Yang energy nourished their Yin.
Their Yin energy nourished his Yang.
Both parties grew stronger.
Both parties experienced pleasure beyond mortal comprehension.
It was efficient.
It was productive.
It was extremely fun.
“Ah~ Young Master~ harder~!” Sister Mei cried out, her massive breasts bouncing with every thrust.
“Young Master, please fill me with your essence~!” Sister Lin begged from beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“I want to bear Young Master’s child~!” Sister Yu moaned as she rode his face.
And every time, their cultivation improved.
Every time, his Yang energy pushed them to new heights.
Every time, their Yin energy fed his growing power.
His master, Lu Tianyi, did not object to this method of cultivation.
In fact, she supported it.
“Your dual cultivation body is a blessing, Little Tian,” she had said, her mismatched eyes soft.
“If it helps you grow stronger while also strengthening those loyal to you, then it is a virtuous path.” Virtuous.
Tian had nearly laughed.
His innocent master had no idea of the debauchery that occurred in his bed chamber every night.
Or perhaps she did and simply chose not to comment.
Either way, she approved, and that was all that mattered.
Today, however, Tian was not in his bed chamber.
He stood in a realm of floating palaces.
Massive structures of white jade and gold drifted through a sky of eternal twilight, connected by bridges of woven starlight.
Waterfalls of liquid spiritual energy cascaded from the higher palaces to the lower ones, forming rivers that flowed through gardens of immortal flowers.
The air was thick with spiritual energy—denser than any place in the Primordial Realm except perhaps the Lake of Vitality itself.
This was the interior of the Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens.
Cute and beautiful animals roamed freely.
Jade rabbits hopped through fields of silver grass.
Nine-tailed foxes lounged in the shade of golden trees.
Celestial cranes soared overhead, their wings trailing motes of starlight.
All of them were female, of course—Tian would accept nothing less in his personal realm.
And approaching him were his slaves.
Five hundred and seventy-three women.
Every single one a breathtaking beauty.
And every single one was wearing an outfit that would make even the most stoic cultivator’s nose erupt with blood.
Heart-shaped nipple pasties—barely larger than a coin—covered their nipples, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the hardness beneath.
Matching heart-shaped patches covered their pussies, held in place by spirit silk that was nearly transparent.
Silk stockings in every color imaginable—black, white, crimson, purple, pink, gold—hugged their legs from ankle to upper thigh.
Silk gloves that reached their elbows adorned their arms.
And nothing else.
No robes.
No dresses.
Only pasties, stockings, and gloves.
“Master!” they chorused, their voices filled with joy as they rushed toward him.
Tian’s eyes swept across the crowd and landed on one woman in particular.
She was a mature beauty with hair of deep midnight blue that fell past her hips.
Her body was the most voluptuous of all—massive breasts that strained against her tiny pasties, a waist so narrow it seemed unreal, hips that flared with the promise of endless children.
Her skin was pale as moonlight.
Her eyes were a striking shade of violet, currently half-lidded with desire.
Tian walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
His face pressed against the valley of her massive breasts.
“Asagi,” he murmured, “did you miss me?” She moaned softly, her body already responding to his touch.
“Yes, Master~ I missed you so much~” Narrator’s note: Why did Tian call her Asagi?
Her original name was something entirely different—a long, elegant name befitting a noble lady of the Xia Dynasty.
But the moment Tian saw her, he was struck by her resemblance to Igawa Asagi from the Taimanin series he had watched in his previous life on Earth.
The same midnight-blue hair.
The same voluptuous, mature body.
The same violet eyes.
So he renamed her Asagi.
And she accepted it happily—because her master had given her a name personally.
That made it precious beyond measure.
Tian squeezed her plump rear, feeling the flesh yield under his fingers.
“Are you all ready for some fun?” The slaves blushed.
Their thighs pressed together.
Pussy juice already glistened on their inner thighs, soaking through the thin fabric of their pasties.
“Yes, Master,” they answered in unison.
“Good.
Follow me.” He led them to the largest palace—a structure of white jade with a bed chamber the size of a throne room.
The bed alone could fit a hundred people.
Cushions and silk sheets covered every surface.
Spirit lanterns cast a warm, golden glow.
And then the slaves began their preparations.
They stripped off their pasties and stockings and gloves, revealing bodies that could make goddesses weep.
But they didn’t stop there.
From a chest at the foot of the bed, they produced items that made Tian’s cock twitch with anticipation.
Ball gags—black leather straps with rubber balls—were fastened around their mouths.
The slaves helped each other secure them, their fingers gentle but efficient.
Soon, every woman had a gag between her lips, reducing their speech to muffled moans.
Blindfolds—silk strips of pure black—were tied over their eyes.
Their vision went dark.
Their other senses heightened.
Every touch, every sound, every scent became magnified.
Handcuffs—elegant but unbreakable—were clasped around their wrists behind their backs.
Their arms were now useless.
They could not touch.
They could not resist.
They could only feel.
The five hundred and seventy-three women knelt on the bed and the surrounding cushions, blindfolded and gagged and bound.
Their breasts heaved with anticipation.
Their pussies dripped.
Their muffled moans filled the chamber like a symphony of desire.
Tian stripped off his robes.
His cock stood erect—thirty centimeters of rigid flesh, the head glistening with golden-pink precum.
He walked behind Asagi.
Her bound form trembled as she felt his presence.
His hands found her plump rear and squeezed, the flesh soft and yielding under his fingers.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear.
“I’m going to breed you like the sow you are,” he whispered.
Asagi’s moan was muffled by the gag, but her body responded immediately.
Her pussy dripped.
Her nipples hardened so much they ached.
Her legs spread wider, an invitation she couldn’t voice.
Tian positioned his cock at her entrance.
The head pressed against her soaking folds.
And then he thrust.
“MMMPH~!” Asagi’s scream of pleasure was swallowed by the gag.
Her body arched, her bound hands clenching into fists.
Tian’s cock stretched her pussy perfectly, filling her completely, reaching depths that made her eyes roll back behind the blindfold.
He began to move.
Each thrust was powerful and deep, his hips slapping against her plump rear with wet, obscene sounds.
Schlick.
Schlick.
Schlick.
Her juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the silk sheets below.
“You’re so tight,” Tian growled, his hands gripping her hips.
“So wet.
Such a good little sow for your master.” “Mmph~ Mmmph~ MMMPH~!” He reached around and tore off her blindfold.
Her violet eyes, hazy with pleasure, looked back at him.
Then he tore off her gag.
“AHHH~ MASTER~!
YOUR COCK IS SO DEEP~!
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY WOMB~!” “Who’s my lewd whore?” Tian demanded, his pace increasing.
“Asagi is~!
Asagi is Master’s lewd whore~!” SMACK.
He slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint on the pale flesh.
Asagi is Master’s breeding sow~!
Please, Master~!
Breed me~!
Fill my womb with your seed~!” Tian grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, harder, faster.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the chamber.
The other slaves, still blindfolded and gagged, could only listen—their pussies dripping, their nipples aching, their muffled moans a chorus of desperate arousal.
He pulled Asagi up and carried her to the throne at the center of the room.
He sat on the throne, and she straddled him, her back against his chest, her bound hands trapped between them.
Then she began to bounce.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Her massive breasts jiggled with every movement.
Her pussy squelched as it swallowed his cock again and again.
Tian’s hands found her breasts and squeezed, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Who’s my slutty slave?” he growled.
“Asagi is~!
Asagi is Master’s slutty slave~!” “Good slut.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, capturing her lips in a lewd, devouring kiss.
Their tongues tangled.
Saliva dripped down their chins.
Slurp.
Slurp.
The wet sounds of their kiss mingled with the wet sounds of their coupling.
And then Tian thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt, and came.
“TAKE IT, ASAGI!” “AHHHHH~!
MASTER~!
ASAGI IS CUMMING~!
ASAGI IS GETTING PREGNANT~!
YOUR SLAVE IS GETTING PREGNANT~!” Rope after rope of golden-pink cum flooded her womb.
The heat of it made her scream.
The volume of it made her stomach bulge.
He kept cumming, pumping his seed deeper and deeper until it overflowed and dripped down onto the throne.
SMACK.
He slapped her ass one final time.
“You’re just a sow.
Understand?” “Yes~” Asagi breathed, her voice weak with exhaustion.
“Asagi is just Master’s sow~” She collapsed against him, too exhausted to move.
Her pussy still leaked cum, the golden-pink liquid pooling on the throne beneath them.
Tian lifted her gently and placed her on the throne, letting her rest as cum dripped from her well-used hole.
Then he stood, his cock still hard—the Indestructible Golden Cock showing no signs of flagging—and turned to the remaining slaves.
The blindfolded, gagged, bound women trembled with anticipation.
Their muffled moans grew louder.
Their pussies dripped onto the silk sheets.
Their nipples were so hard they looked painful.
Tian looked at them—these women who resembled characters from the anime and hentai of his previous life.
The dark-skinned beauties.
The silver-haired elves.
The cat-eared girls.
The mature milfs.
The petite lolis.
Every body type.
Every temperament.
All of them his.
“Do you all want to get fucked?” he asked, his voice a lewd growl.
“Mmph~!
Mmph~!
MMPH~!” The woman could only make muffled sounds .
They nodded desperately, their bound bodies squirming.
Their legs spread wider.
Their pussies practically begged for his cock.
Tian smiled his smile very handsome and lewd .
And then he descended upon them like a wolf among lambs.
— One by one, he took them.
He tore off their blindfolds so they could see.
He removed their gags so they could scream.
He left their hands bound—because they loved the helplessness, the submission, the feeling of being completely at their master’s mercy.
He fucked them in every position.
He bent them over the bed and took them from behind.
He laid them on their backs and mounted them like beasts.
He made them ride him while he sucked their breasts.
He made them kneel and present their asses like offerings.
He filled their wombs with cum until their bellies swelled like they were six months pregnant.
He made them clean his cock with their mouths between rounds.
He made them pleasure each other while he watched.
He made them beg.
“Please, Master~!
Please fuck me next~!” “I can’t wait anymore~!
My pussy is aching~!” “Master, I’ll do anything~!
Anything~!” And he gave them exactly what they wanted.
The dark-skinned beauty with amber eyes—a woman he had renamed Ingrid because of her resemblance to another Taimanin character—received special attention.
He bent her over the arm of the throne and fucked her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, his cock pounding into her pussy with relentless force.
“AHHH~!
MASTER~!
INGRID IS CUMMING~!
INGRID IS CUMMING SO HARD~!” He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
He sucked on her tongue, then released it, a strand of saliva connecting their lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Ingrid,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Master~” Her amber eyes glistened with tears of joy.
“Ingrid loves you~ Ingrid loves you so much~” “Then take my seed.” Qin tian yelled .
He thrust deep and came.
His cum flooded her womb, hot and thick and endless.
Ingrid screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the cushions, cum leaking from her pussy, a blissful smile on her face.
Tian looked at her—utterly wrecked, utterly satisfied—and felt a surge of satisfaction.
Then he turned to a timid silver-haired girl who had been waiting quietly in the corner.
Yukikaze—so named for her resemblance to yet another Taimanin character—flinched when his gaze fell on her.
She was one of the shyer slaves, always blushing, always stammering.
But her body was just as beautiful as the others, and her pussy was just as wet.
“You,” Tian said, pointing at her.
“When the others have absorbed all the energy from my cum, clean them up.
Understood?” “Y-Yes, Master,” Yukikaze stammered, her face crimson.
Tian walked to her and gave her plump rear a firm slap.
She yelped, then blushed even harder.
“Good girl.” Qin tian said with a smile .
He dressed quickly and stepped out of the Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens, leaving behind a chamber filled with exhausted, cum-filled women and one flustered silver-haired girl who was already reaching for a cleaning cloth with trembling hands.
— Three months passed like a fever dream.
Tian’s routine was simple and utterly debauched.
During the day, he cultivated with his maids—forty beautiful women who took turns riding his cock while the others watched and learned.
At night, he entered the Picture Scroll and fucked his slaves—five hundred and seventy-three women who competed for his attention with increasingly creative outfits and increasingly desperate pleas.
And through it all, his cultivation soared.
The dual cultivation effect of the Maiden Calamity Body was working exactly as designed.
Every orgasm shared was a trade of energy—his Yang for their Yin, their Yin for his Yang.
The maids grew stronger.
The slaves grew stronger.
And Tian grew strongest of all.
Foundation Realm — Perfection Grade.
He had reached the absolute peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
His spiritual sea—that vast, grey-gold ocean of Chaos Creation Liquid—was overflowing with power.
He could feel the bottleneck pressing against him, the barrier that separated Foundation from Golden Core.
It was time to break through.
But first, he had one more thing to do on fuck his slaves .
— Ingrid lay on the massive bed in the Picture Scroll’s central palace, her dark-tanned skin glistening with sweat.
Her amber eyes were half-lidded, her full lips parted, her massive breasts heaving with every breath.
She was utterly exhausted—Tian had been fucking her for the past hour, and she had cum so many times she had lost count.
Tian was still inside her, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced.
He sucked on her tongue gently, then released it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
“Master~” Ingrid breathed, her voice weak but happy.
“I love you~” “I know.” Qin tian replied .
He thrust one final time and came.
His seed flooded her womb—hot and thick and endless.
Ingrid screamed, her back arching, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
When he finally pulled out, she was unconscious—a blissful smile on her face, cum leaking from her pussy.
Tian lifted her gently and placed her on the bed beside the other exhausted women.
The chamber was a sea of naked flesh—hundreds of women lying in various states of satisfaction, their bellies swollen with cum, their faces peaceful in sleep.
He turned to the short haired girl with twin pony tail and this tanned skin girl who was already moving among them with a cleaning cloth.
“Yukikaze.
Clean them up when they’ve absorbed all the energy.” Qin tian said to her “Y-Yes, Master!” She bowed quickly, her face crimson and she was thinking when her master will fuck her as he has Already fucked her mother mizuki .
SMACK.
Tian slapped her ass as he walked past.
She yelped, then smiled shyly knowing her master understood her thoughts .
“Good girl i will fuck you later and make you moan lewdly llike your lewd mother .” Qin tian said as he looked at the mother of yukikaze .
Mizuki shiranui qin tian called her that beause she has resemblance to the hentai character of taimanin anime .
she has the biggest breast of all slaves and very few can compete with her in brest size and her long hair was very beautiful and she looked very lewd as cum of gold and pink colored leaked from her asshole and pussy .
Then He stepped out of the Picture Scroll and into his palace, where his maids were waiting.
“Young Master!” Long Jin greeted him with a warm smile.
“Your bath is ready.” “Excellent.” Tian stretched.
“I need to wash up before I see Master.” Long Rui’s amber-gold eyes sparkled.
“Shall we join you?” “Of course.” Qin tian replied with a wide smile .
The bath was as luxurious as always—the massive pool filled with warm, herb-infused water, the steam carrying the scent of spirit flowers.
The maids attended to him with their usual devotion, scrubbing his body, washing his hair, feeding him fruit and juice.
And if some of them ended up with his cum inside them before the bath was over…
well, that was just efficient dual cultivation qin tian would say with righteousness .
— Dressed and refreshed, Tian made his way to his master’s quarters.
Lu Tianyi was sitting in her garden, a cup of spirit tea in her hands.
Her dual-colored hair shimmered in the afternoon light.
Her mismatched eyes were soft as she watched him approach.
“Little Tian.” She smiled.
“You’ve grown even more handsome.” Tian walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his face against her chest.
“Master, I missed you.” Lu Tianyi didn’t resist the embrace.
She patted his head gently.
“You’re so big now.
A grown man.
And yet you still act spoiled.” Qin Tian looked up at her with a smile.
“But I really did miss Master.” “I know.” Her smile was warm.
“I missed you too.” She also liked her little disciple alot as he is the only one who can revive her race and her sadness.
They talked for a while—about cultivation, about the realm, about the progress of his maids.
Tian always made time to deepen his bond with his master.
She was the key to her heart, and he intended to turn that key with patience and care.
“Master,” he said finally, “I’ve reached the limit of the Foundation Realm.” Lu Tianyi’s mismatched eyes widened slightly.
“Already?
That was fast.
Even with dual cultivation…” She blushed faintly, remembering exactly how her disciple cultivated.
But she quickly composed herself.
“Very well.” She produced a pill from her spatial ring—a single pill that radiated an aura so powerful it made the air hum.
“This is an Immortal Grade Golden Core Pill.
It will help you condense your spiritual sea into a Golden Core.” Tian took the pill and sat cross-legged on the grass.
But before he could swallow it, the system’s voice echoed in his mind.
[Host, I recommend purchasing a second Golden Core Pill from the System Mall.
With two pills, you can form not one, but two Golden Cores.] ‘Two Golden Cores?
Is that possible?’ Qin asked curiously as his master said a cultivator even the most talented could only form one Golden Core.
[It is rare, but possible.
The Host’s body is strong enough to handle it—the Primordial Dragon Body and the Immortal Kidneys will easily contain the additional energy.
And with two Golden Cores, the Host’s spiritual energy reserves will be twice that of any other cultivator at the same realm.
Perhaps more.] ‘Do it.’ Qin said to his system .
[DING!
400,000 Destiny Points consumed.
Second Immortal Grade Golden Core Pill acquired.] A second pill materialized in Tian’s other hand, concealed by the system’s power.
His master didn’t notice.
Tian swallowed both pills simultaneously and then the energy contained inside the pills were very powerful.
The energy that erupted within him was cataclysmic.
His spiritual sea—that vast ocean of Chaos Creation Liquid—began to churn.
The liquid rose from the ocean, drawn upward by an irresistible force.
It condensed, compressed, transformed.
Two cores began to form inside his body very quickly .
They were not ordinary Golden Cores.
Most cultivators formed cores of rank 1 through 9, with rank 9 being the theoretical peak.
But Tian’s cores pushed beyond even that.
They reached rank 10—a level that should not exist, a level that broke the boundaries of what was possible.
And then they transformed further into more grand and powerful.
The golden light that marked a normal Golden Core shifted.
Grey-gold runes engraved themselves onto the surface of both cores.
The Chaos Creation Qi that saturated Tian’s body infused the cores, elevating them beyond any known classification.
Chaos Creation Golden Cores even one of them called be the strogest type of Core any cultivator could poeses .
Two of them.
Spinning in perfect harmony within his dantian.
Each one radiating power that would make ordinary Golden Core cultivators weep with envy.
Together, they formed a binary system, their energy flowing back and forth in an endless cycle of creation and refinement.
Tian’s physical strength multiplied.
His spiritual energy reserves expanded to levels that should have been impossible for a newly ascended Golden Core cultivator.
His divine sense sharpened, reaching further, perceiving more.
When he opened his eyes, they glowed with grey-gold light that slowly faded back to normal.
“Master,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.
“I’ve broken through.” He said happily to his master .
Lu Tianyi’s expression was pure pride.
She reached out and patted his head.
“Well done, Little Tian.
You are now a Golden Core cultivator.” “Master…
can I get a reward?” Qin tian said and if one can see into his eyes one can see a glint that says he’s up to no good .
She smiled indulgently.
“Of course.
What would you like?” She wanted know what her little disciple wanted from her as he had everything.
Tian’s smile turned mischievous amd playful.
Before she could react, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
It was a soft kiss.
Gentle.
Brief.
He pulled back after only a few seconds, his heart pounding with the thrill of his audacity.
He had no idea how she would react.
Would she slap him?
Scold him?
Freeze him with immortal power?
Lu Tianyi didn’t move as she was shocked and frozen.
Her face was the color of a ripe tomato.
Her mismatched eyes were wide with shock.
Her lips—those soft, pink lips he had just kissed—were slightly parted.
She looked utterly, completely flustered.
“I—” she stammered.
“Little Tian—that—you—” “Thank you for the reward, Master!” Tian said quickly, already backing away.
“I’ll go stabilize my cultivation now!” He fled before she could recover if he didnt run he was afriad his master might beat him up ..
Lu Tianyi sat alone in her garden, her fingers touching her lips.
The ghost of his kiss still lingered.
Her heart was pounding.
Her face was burning.
And despite everything—despite the shock, despite the impropriety, despite the fact that she was an Immortal and he was her disciple— She smiled and happy smile .
A small, secret smile that no one could now see .
“That boy,” she murmured, shaking her head.
“That impossible boy.”She said with love .
She rose and walked toward the immortal ancestors’ gathering place, where she always went to talk with her old friends.
Today, she had something new to discuss.
And she feel they will be very surprised hearing this new discussion from her .
— END OF CHAPTER 20 Authors here : if you want me to add some charecter you like from anime or manga you can comment I will try to add them in the slave harem of qin tian .