Note: These are mere fragments of fantasy and I do not condone the actions of the chapter. The viewpoint this time is of those arrogant young masters so imagine a twisted personality.
"You dare defy me over this worthless trash?" demanded Feng Yang, young master of the Profound Heaven Sect and heir to the Feng family, as he pressed his foot down on the outer disciple beneath him.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Xia Qingxue replied, the Saintess of the sect and the one most likely to reach the legendary realm. "I owe a debt to that disciple."
"Isn't it just about some worthless Lin leaves?" Feng scoffed. "Besides, didn't you already repay him when you helped clear his name with the law enforcement last week, after he was accused of stealing Begonia flowers?"
"How I treat someone is my concern," Qingxue replied coolly. "Now, would you please remove your foot?"
Feng Yang shot her a sharp glare and clicked his tongue in irritation, withdrawing his foot from the outer disciple. Though he saw it as his duty to discipline anyone who dared mock him and steal his rightful opportunity at the thunder pool through deceptive means, provoking Qingxue wasn't worth the risk. She had the potential to elevate the sect to unprecedented heights—and arrogant as he was, Feng Yang understood his limits. With his parents passed away and the sect master's seat held by his uncle, he couldn't afford to be embroiled in any scandal.
"Consider yourself lucky," Feng Yang muttered, his voice laced with irritation as he turned and strode away, his heart pounding with suppressed fury.
He made his way back to his residence, nestled at the heart of the Feng family compound—a space reserved exclusively for the main bloodline, those who carried the true legacy of the Feng name.
Once Feng Yang reached his abode, he sealed the entrance and slammed his fist into the wall, his face contorting with raw fury.
"Damn them," he spat. "How dare they defy me? Have they forgotten the sacrifices my parents made for their pathetic lives? For their positions?"
Unbeknownst to him, the force of his blow had chipped away part of the wall, revealing the edge of a red, crystal-like structure embedded within.
"Saintess? Sect Master?" Feng Yang scoffed. "Everyone in this sect should feel honored to serve me as slaves."
The fact that he, a direct descendant of the Feng family, had to watch a quota that was traditionally granted to main branch be handed to a nobody, someone who wasn't even an inner disciple, felt unthinkable to him.
He glanced down at his hand, now smeared with blood, and scowled at the pitiful sight. Just then, a glimmer of red light caught his eye.
"What is this?" he murmured, reaching out instinctively.
The red crystal shimmered for a heartbeat—then crumbled into dust.
"Whatever," he muttered, irritation still lingering in his voice as he restored the damage to his room. Hours passed before he stepped outside again.
Dusk had settled over the sect. Cranes glided gracefully across the sky, and distant figures—immortals cloaked in flowing robes—returned to their abodes. It was a scene he had witnessed countless times. Yet tonight, something felt different.
The air carried a strange weight. For the first time, the sect didn't feel like a legacy he merely inherited through the Feng name. It felt like it belonged to him—entirely, intimately, undeniably.
Shaking off the strange feeling lingering in his chest, Feng Yang descended into the valley—only to cross paths once more with that infuriating outer disciple. He couldn't recall the boy's full name. Xiao something? It hardly mattered.
"Give me my quota. Don't make me repeat myself," Feng Yang demanded as he strode toward the outer disciple—only to stop abruptly, his senses tingling with the presence of another.
Like a fairy drawn from the strokes of a masterful painting, Qingxue stood at a distance. Her veil fluttered gently in the evening breeze, and the soft glow of dusk wrapped around her. She seemed untouched by the mundane conflicts of the sect.
Feng Yang braced himself for another lecture, expecting her usual rebuke. But to his surprise, she said nothing—simply watched, her gaze unreadable.
He glanced down and saw the quota slip placed in his hand, the outer disciple kneeling before him in silent submission with some strange lights hovering him.
"Good that you understand," Feng Yang hummed, though a flicker of confusion stirred beneath his smug exterior. "You have nothing to say now, it seems?" he added, his voice laced with sarcasm as he turned toward Qingxue.
Qingxue, for her part, muttered in distaste, "As much as I detest your actions, I cannot blame an owner for how they want to use what is theirs."
Hearing her reply and thinking back to the strange feeling he felt since he left the abode, Feng Yang thought of a possibility that seemed too far-fetched. "Mine? You mean the quota?"
"Not just the quota," she said, her voice soft yet laced with something deeper—resignation, perhaps, or quiet warning. "I don't know why but since a few hours ago, I suddenly realized that you own everything in the sect."
The idea had seemed absurd, a fleeting thought born from pride and frustration. But now, hearing Qingxue, the most gifted cultivator in the continent and the sect's saintess, confirm his thoughts, he gulped as his heart started beating with excitement after initial confusion.
For years, he had seen Qingxue as an obstacle in his path—the rival he measured himself against, the one he needed to surpass to prove his worth. He had treated her as an adversary, a challenge to conquer.
Now, he looked at her not as Qingxue—the most talented cultivator in the sect's history—but by the title whispered across the continent: the most beautiful woman in the continent. Her legs, sculpted like verses of poetry, were draped in snow-white stockings that shimmered under the fading light. Her robes strained gently against her generous pair of breasts, and the graceful curve of her back lent her figure a quiet, devastating elegance.
It would be a lie to say he had never imagined her sexually but he had always thought it was an impossible fantasy.
"So, you are my property then," Feng Yang said, licking his lips as he imagined her on his bed, completely naked, with her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. Her voice that berated him in the morning, moaning his name as he took her virginity.
Qingxue shuddered under his blatantly lecherous gaze but nonetheless, nodded, "Yes".
"Good," Feng Yang said as he moved behind Qingxue and slithered his hand to cup her breasts from behind. He internally exclaimed at the size of her breast before roughly squeezing it. Neither of them were going to be sleeping tonight, he thought.
He brought his face to her ears and whispered, "These are certainly premium quality. A shame to not make use of them, no?"
"Come to my abode, now," he ordered, regretfully removing his hands. He had a rather possessive streak and now that she was his, he had no intention of having anyone else view as spectator to what he was going to do with her. "I want to unwrap my sex toy and take it for a run."
Qingxue felt disgusted at him treating her like some form of sex slave but she could not muster any resort. After all, she was his property.
As much as she felt repulsed by the idea, she still moved into his abode which he promptly sealed off.
"Now," he said as he relaxed on the cushion opposite to the bed, "Strip and make it interesting like a good slave should. But keep the stockings and veil on for now. I want to have a Saintess experience before I unwrap you myself. Also, tie your hair in a ponytail, I want to have a handle to rein you as I ride you from behind."
Qingxue gritted in disdain at his crude words but honestly lowered her hanfu, exposing her flawless shoulders, bare midriff and generous tits hidden in her undergarments . Then, she unclipped her undergarments, freeing her breasts, that hopped energetically with a bounce. Feng Yuan gulped as he hypnotically viewed her breasts like snowy ice cream adorned by beautiful cherry for him to taste.
Noticing his interest, she tied her hair into a ponytail and squeezed her breasts as if she were advertising them - not that she needed to. She then sensually removed her underwear while keeping her stocking on and moved to the bed where she expressed her flexible prowess by lifting her stocking-clad legs up in a perfect V shape to allow him to access her pussy. After all, she considered it only right that he should have a proper view on his toy.
Feng Yang's cock popped up at the view of Qingxue, still wearing her translucent veil and stockings like the Saintess he once hated and envied, inviting him to fuck her as she raised her legs like a trained slave.
"Wow," Feng Yuan whistled as if he were appraising a piece of rare wine. "Truly a pussy befitting the premium Saintess label."
He used his fingers to part them and said, "A high-level cultivator do have their advantages in the matter of human body. My cock will surely be happy to enter this."
He then brought his face to her navel and gave it a lick. He then bit her in her midriff as his hands made their way to her curve on the back. "For years, I looked at you from the behind as you treated me like nothing. It was truly an oversight on my part of how I missed your perfect ass."
"Those robes truly did a good job hiding these spankable pair of ass," he said as he lightly slapped them. "They will serve as wonderful cushion for my balls when I thrust inside you."
He then moved his face towards her breasts and paused for a moment to admire them.
"I did determine them to be premium a while ago as well but," he said as he kneaded them obsessively, his thumb flicking her nipples, "these are on a world of their own once outside your clothes".
"Mmmnhhh," Qingxue moaned as Feng Yang brought his mouth to the cherry adorning his personal sex toy and sucked on her nipples.
He then bit on her plentiful tits to mark it as "inspected" before saying, "These funbags shall serve me and my cock well."
His mouth then went to her nape where he wasted no time biting it, her plentiful breasts serving as a cushion against his body.
Finally, he tore away her veil, exposing an otherworldly beauty that was shimmering with humiliation.
He was awestruck by her sheer beauty as he leaned back slightly, when suddenly Qingxue's body started emitting a deeply attractive fragrance that almost made him lose himself into pleasure.
"The Yin body? No something even stronger," he exclaimed.
The seal was a surprise even to him as was her devastating beauty when her charms were released.
"It is as if her body was created for sex,' he thought as his lips dried at the otherworldly goddess helpless beneath him to do as he pleased.
'No, maybe it was,' Feng Yang's face turning serious as he recalled the strange light emitted from that Xiao-whatever. At that time, he had an inkling that those lights represented destiny, and that he had become the new master of them. But he had dismissed it because he found his feeling of ownership a bit ludicrous.
But if those lights indeed represented destiny then it was a simple chain of guess of what the "planned" destiny was. Perhaps that Xiao-whatever was the child of destiny. Some event would occur, which would cause him to leave the sect to meet the other destinies in pink and finally after some hundred years, he would meet Qingxue -likely a legendary cultivator by that time- again under some circumstances where she would need to reveal her vulnerability. A couple of years later, they would marry, fulfill their destiny, and live happily after.
As for him? It was an easy guess as to what the red light was and why Xiao-whatever would be forced to leave the sect.
"That bastard must die," Feng Yang thought darkly as he took out his sect token and ordered the sect to kill him while the destiny was still under his control. He had no desire to leave his "planned" murderer free and nor did he want to gamble the destiny always being in control.
Similarly, he had no intention of seeking the other pink destinies. As far as destiny was concerned, one thing he could clearly see was that Qingxue was the final piece of the puzzle.
If each pink destiny had a role. Some as friends, some as financiers, some as mentors, then what role did Qingxue have?
Motivator sure, but he imagined it was also the ultimate gift the will of the world had prepared for when Xiao-whatever fulfilled his destiny. Something that would help him finally settle in piece. In romantic terms, one could call her his final destiny that would bring an end to his amorous relations.
But in cruder and more pragmatic term, she was the supreme sex toy the will of the world had crafted for the child of destiny to enjoy as a gift for fulfilling his destiny, and to guarantee him a degree of pleasure that he would never need to form new pink destinies - and consequently, other form of destinies - again.
So, why would he search for the inferior "pink destinies" when he had the supreme fuck toy, presumably crafted by the will of the world itself, already moaning under him?
In addition, at his core, Feng Yang was a narcissist. The reason why he was initially bitter towards Qingxue stemmed from the fact that she was the only person whom he could not imagine defeating.
So when he "owned" her, his inferiority quickly morphed into possessiveness and lust, that led to today's actions.
In his twisted mind, he felt that having his cock grace another woman's pussy was putting her in the same pedestal as Qingxue, which was unacceptable for him.
He was Qingxue's one and only master and she was the only person worthy to be his sex slave.
His hands made their way to the humiliated Qingxue's hair as he pulled her for a deep kiss, his other hand roughly mauling her breasts.
"Remember you are mine. Your lips, ass, tits, nape, midriff, thighs, legs, all exist to serve me. You are my slave. My toy."
"Mmhh," Qingxue muffled, her eyes signaling that he was stating the obvious.
Satisfied, he parted his mouth, and ordered, "Time for me to take my sex toy for a test. Unclothe me like a good slave and ready my cock to take your virginity. Show me how worthy of a sex slave you are?"
Qingxue shifted her stocking-clad legs to wrap them around Feng Yang's waist and rolled him over, reversing their position. With breasts hanging like jewels from a heavenly tree, she offered him her nipple, which he gladly sucked as her hands slowly untied the strings on his robe.
Then she lifted up, properly removing his clothes and moving down to his lower garments. Instead of using her hand, she used her teeth to roll down his pants as Feng Yang's erect cock popped into her face.
Sighing lightly, she lifted her breasts to give pillow to the base of his cock as her mouth worked on swallowing the remaining part. Squeezing her tits up and down, she simulated his cock to ensure it would be ready for fucking her later before she finally unclothed him.
"You have proven yourself, now on the ground now," Feng Yang ordered, his cock raging with flames of lust. Just a while ago, Feng Yang had looked at a notification on the sect badge, which read "Done". After confirming the change in the destinies under his control that Xiao-whatever was out of the picture, it was time for a deep fucking session.
Qingxue complied, her naked body sensually arching back to press her breasts on the cold floor as she raised her fuckable ass in the air. As much as Qingxue hated it, she intended to serve her role as sex slave in her fullest. While a virgin herself, she knew well on what kind of a person Feng Yang was.
"Fuck me master," she replied sexily, her finger opening the walls of her pussy as she turned her head behind to look at him with a wink. "Break this slave's virgin pussy and claim her as your own."
Feng Yang raised his hand and loudly spanked her ass, enjoying the sensation jiggling on his palm. As he promised, he grabbed onto her ponytail, forcing her back to arch forward and thrusted his cock in.
The moment his cock entered her pussy, a strange sensation enveloped him, bringing him to the height of pleasure. He had expected her body to be that of a sex goddess since she was the ultimate sex toy prepared to be gifted to the child of destiny himself, but he had not expected her to feel this good.
He did not know if it was the effect of the "Heavenly Yin-like body" granted to her or something else, but he could feel each muscle in his cock being massaged by her walls in the most pleasurable way imaginable as he thrusted in and out of her. He realized that it was not just about her otherworldly beauty or charm, her entire existence had been created in a way that you could never stop yourself from being addicted to fucking her.
Despite being a high-level cultivator that could last for days, he almost came but stopped himself by controlling his inner muscles. Despite that, he doubted he could last more than a few minutes.
He remembered the first time he had met her. Noble and inviolable, untouched yet far of reach. He had realized inferiority for the first time when she jumped one realm over the next as he struggled to watch her back.
Now, he watched as his balls rammed onto her pelvis with each thrust, her elegant back raised to cushion his balls as his cock explored her deepest ravines. Her body was like a piece of art, her body sensually moving to coordinate with his thrusts.
"Ahhhnnnn," Qingxue moaned loudly as Feng Yang pulled her by her ponytail again, as if he were riding a horse. Her body arched up, and her tits now freed to bounce, started hopping wantonly as he ravaged her from behind.
He remembered as she defied him at every term, defeating him at every tournament as left without saying a word.
Now, she was forced to moan as he mercilessly grasped her bouncing tits with his right hand as his left hand kept using her ponytail to control her.
For years, he had kept looking at her back.
'But now,' he ginned as he moved his cock to her asshole, 'I will be fucking her back that she so prominently displayed while leaving the stage.'
"Ahh," Qingxue cried out in paid as Feng Yang mercilessly fucked her in the ass, dipping his cock for as far as he could take. Her stockings had torn around her ankles due to the intensity of his thrusts.
"Amazinngg," Feng Yang groaned, feeling as if her ass was sucking his cock. His intention of using her ass was mostly to vent his years of inferiority. After all, as a cultivator who had long since stopped eating mortal food for couple of decades, an asshole was not much different from a pussy-like hole, but he had not expected it to be built for sex as well.
"You little sexpot," he groaned, loudly spanking her, "your entire body is built for sex."
"Mmaaassterr," Qingxue moaned, "Fuck this slave. U-Use it to show my worthless older self on how wrong she was!"
Feng Yang for his part, kept steadily fucking her, the sound of rhythmic slappings and moan echoing the room. He hypnotically watched as his cock entered in and out of her spankable ass, as he periodically pulled her ponytail for when he wanted to play with her breasts.
After a while, he felt himself reaching his limit, as he increased his pace, "Remember, you are my sex slave and toy. Mine alone. Mine."
"Yes master," Qingxue replied, her eyes rolling half to the obvious and half in pleasure, "this pussy, this ass, these worthless tits or funbags as you like to call it all belong to you."
"Qinggxuee," Feng Yang groaned as he creampied inside her pussy till she was filled to the brim.
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"Sect Master," Qingxue said exasperatedly, with her back pressed against the table and clothes discarded on the floor, as she expertly wrapped her toned legs around Feng Yang's waist, "Is it not time to make the address?"
"Mmpphh," Feng Yang replied, his mouth busy sucking on her flapping breasts and having his cock in and out of her pussy. Over the years, he realized that whatever constitution Qingxue had was more wondrous than he had imagined.
Each time he fucked her, her charm grew and so did the way her body reacted to his advances. With a pussy that raised his cultivation each time he fucked, a pair of tits that he could use to suck or wrap his cock, and an ass suitable for spanking and fucking, she was addicting to a degree where he wanted to just stay home everyday.
Of course, as a sect leader, that was difficult, but placing Qingxue as a grand elder and vice sect leader, he had formed a proper justification to fuck while working, and like today, he intended to use it to the fullest.
"Remember," he said as he drained his balls inside her like he always did, "You are mine."
"Yes, master," she replied to the glare of Feng Yang.
"Fine, husband."