Tianmo stepped back, his face impassive. "Rise. Your body needs to recover... You should take a medicinal bath in the Host springs to strengthen your body."
Madam Zhu's legs were weak, trembling like newborn deer, but she forced herself to stand. She felt different, lighter somehow, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"M-Medicinal bath? In the Hot Springs?" she asked, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. The Hot Springs were a private place, a sanctuary of the family's most powerful members. Only with the permission of the patriarch, one could enter there.
Tianmo nodded. "The Fire Yang energy of the volcano will aid in your recovery. The springs are safe, so long as you do not overstay." He then turned to leave, his task here complete.
"Wait!" Madam Zhu called out, her voice soft but urgent. She took a step forward, her hand reaching out to touch his sleeve. "Young Master... this concubine... I wish to repay you."
Tianmo paused, his gaze sliding down to her hand resting on his sleeve. He didn't pull away immediately, nor did he acknowledge her touch with any warmth. He simply looked at her, his expression as unreadable as a sheet of white paper.
"Repay me?" he repeated, his voice cold.
"You possess nothing that I do not already own. Your life, your cultivation, your very breath belong to the Wang Family now. To speak of repayment is to imply you have something of value to trade."
Madam Zhu's hand trembled, but she didn't withdraw. She knew he was right—logically, ruthlessly right. She was a pauper standing before a god. But she also knew the language of the court she now inhabited. In a world of ice, one must offer fire.
"This concubine has her womb," Madam Zhu whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and dark intent. She stepped closer, her naked body pressing against the rough fabric of his robe. "And a body that has been forged by your hand to endure pain and pleasure."
She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, yet beneath the vulnerability lay a core of steel. She knew she was offering herself as a tool, a plaything to be used and discarded. But in being used, she would remain relevant. She would stay by his side. That's how one can secure a footing.
"This Concubine wishes to wash the Young master as well, to soothe your muscles after the labor of refining a useless vessel like me." She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes fluttering. "Allow me to serve you in the water... Please, Young Master."
Tianmo looked down at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. She was clever, he had to admit. She understood the rules of their world. To offer oneself as a tool was not a weakness; it was survival. In the cultivation world, even the sharpest sword had to submit to the hand that wielded it.
Tianmo's lips curled into a faint, chilling smile. "Very well. Do not say I did not warn you."
He turned and walked toward the Hot Springs, his black robes billowing silently. Madam Zhu hurriedly gathered her discarded silk robe from the ground, draping it over her shoulders to cover her nakedness as she followed him.
***
Tianmo couldn't believe has here twice within the same day, the air was thick with white steam, smelling of sulfur and medicinal minerals. The water was heated by the Fire Yang energy of the volcano, a natural cauldron for tempering the flesh.
Tianmo stopped at the edge of the pool. He didn't undress himself; he simply stood there, his back to her, looking out over the steaming water.
"Undress me," he commanded.
Madam Zhu swallowed hard, her throat dry. She stepped forward, her hands reaching out to touch his robe. The fabric was cool under her fingers, woven from a material she couldn't identify. It was smooth, almost scale-like, and it seemed to absorb the light around it.
She carefully undid the sash at his waist, her fingers trembling slightly. The robe fell open, revealing a slice of pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. She pushed the robe off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and pool at his feet.
Tianmo stepped out of the robe, his body fully exposed to the steamy air. His physique was lean, muscular, yet not bulky. Each muscle was defined, but they flowed together like water, like the body of a predator honed by evolution to perfection. His body seems more defined compared to yesterday full of strong vitality, causing her to swallow the saliva and her nose to almost bleed.
"Your turn," he said, without turning around.
Madam Zhu dropped her own robe, letting it fall to the ground. She was naked, her body exposed to his gaze. She felt vulnerable, but she also felt powerful. Her body was a weapon.
Tianmo stepped into the pool, the water rippling around his legs. He lowered himself slowly, the water rising to his chest, obscuring the lower half of his body in a curtain of steam.
Madam Zhu followed, stepping into the water. It was hot, almost scalding, but she didn't flinch. She knew the water was infused with Fire Yang energy, a spiritual force that could temper the body and cleanse the soul.
Tianmo closed his eyes, bathing too much in such places and eating too much cultivation resources will accumulate natural poison and impurities within the body. So, he needs to balance it out.
Natural poison isn't like other poisons with a cure. Natural poison is the accumulation of excessive spiritual energy within the body, creating a blockage that prevents further progress. It is the price of greed, the tax the heavens levy on those who try to rush their cultivation. Once affected by natural poison, the cultivation starts to regress, and the body begins to rot from the inside out.
Woosh!
With a wave of his hands, a few hundred moon grass, one seven-color lotus, and several other high-grade spiritual herbs floated in the air. Tianmo didn't crush them; he simply snapped his fingers.
Ignis!
The herbs instantly combusted, not into ash, but into a liquid state, separating the essence from the dross. The thick, vibrant liquid—glowing with hues of azure, crimson, and gold—rained down into the hot spring.
Hisss!
The water hissed, the steam turning into a myriad of colors. The scent changed from the sharp smell of sulfur to a thick, intoxicating floral fragrance that made Madam Zhu feel lightheaded almost instantly.
"Sit," Tianmo commanded, leaning back against the smooth, heated rocks of the pool edge. He closed his eyes, resting his arms on the stone, looking like a dormant emperor waiting to be serviced.
Madam Zhu waded through the thick, viscous water toward him. The heat was intense, penetrating her skin, but the medicinal essence soothed the sting, turning the heat into a pleasant, throbbing warmth. She stopped between his legs, the water reaching her waist.
"Clean my cock... Use your breast..." he said. She has very massive breasts, probably G-cup or H-cup, heavy and full, the kind that could make a saint sin.
Madam Zhu's breath clamped, a flush spreading from her chest up her ears. The command was simple, degrading, yet it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. She was being used as a tool, a living washcloth, and the thought made her womb clench with a dark, shameful thrill.
She sank lower into the water, the surface rising to her collarbones. Her breasts, heavy and buoyant, floated just beneath the surface, the dark pink nipples peeking above the waterline like twin islands of sin.
She leaned forward, her hands braced on Tianmo's rock-hard thighs beneath the water. The heat of his skin was the complete opposite of the scalding water. She positioned herself, letting her breasts press against his lower abdomen, the soft, pillowy flesh enveloping his cock.
"Hnnn...♡"
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the sheer size and heat of him against her skin. He was already semi-erect, a thick, heavy weight nestled between the valley of her cleavage. She began to move, rocking her upper body back and forth, using the weight and softness of her breasts to massage his length.
The water, infused with the medicinal herbs, created a slick, frictionless glide. Her breasts slid over him with a soft, wet sound, the dark nipples brushing against his shaft with every pass.
"Slurp...♡" She leaned her head forward, her lips parting. She took his thumb into her mouth, sucking it gently, her tongue swirling around the finger, coating it in her saliva. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes glazed with a mixture of submission and a deep, hungry need.
Tianmo's eyes remained closed, but a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his awareness. He didn't move or encourage her, but he didn't stop her either. He was a statue, a mountain, and she was the river trying to erode his will.
"Chuu... Cluupp♡ Slurp...♡"
The sound of her sucking filled the steamy air, mixing with the gentle lapping of the water. She increased the pace of her rocking, her breasts bouncing heavily with the motion, creating waves in the pool.
The sensation was intoxicating—the heat of the water, the slickness of her skin, the firm pressure of his cock trapped between her soft mounds. It was divine.
"Ahhh...♡" she moaned around his thumb, the vibration traveling through her mouth and into his hand. "Young Master...Does this... please you?♡"
Tianmo didn't answer with words. He simply opened his eyes, the green irises glowing faintly in the steam. He looked down at her, his gaze traveling from her flushed face, down to where her breasts were working him, and then back to her eyes. It was a look of cold appraisal, as if he were evaluating the performance of a prized horse.
He withdrew his thumb from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to his skin for a moment before snapping.
"Your technique is adequate," he said, his voice devoid of inflection. "But your breasts are too soft. They lack the tension to provide proper stimulation."
Madam Zhu's eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing her face before she quickly masked it. She was being graded, and she had failed.
"Forgive this concubine's inadequacy," she whispered, her voice trembling. She increased the pressure, squeezing her breasts together tighter, trying to create more friction. The water splashed around them, the sound growing louder, more frantic.
"Better," Tianmo murmured, his eyes drifting shut again. "But do not become complacent. A tool must constantly strive to improve its utility."
His words were a whip, lashing at her pride, but they also ignited a fire in her belly. She wanted to be useful. She needed to be indispensable. She leaned forward further, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.
"Guh...♡ Mmmnnn...♡"
She bobbed her head, her breasts still working his shaft, creating a dual sensation of wet, sucking heat and soft, kneading pressure.
The water churned around them, the steamy air thick with the scent of herbs and musk.
Tianmo's breathing, which had been steady and even, hitched slightly. A low, almost inaudible grunt escaped his lips. It was the barest of sounds, but to Madam Zhu, it was a symphony. It was proof that she was affecting him, that her efforts were not in vain.
Encouraged, she redoubled her efforts, her mouth and breasts working in tandem, a symphony of wet sounds and desperate moans filling the cavern.
"Ahhh...♡ Hnnghhh...♡ Young Master...♡" she gasped, pulling back for a moment, a string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his cock. "Please... let this concubine taste more...♡"
Tianmo's hand moved from the stone edge to the back of Madam Zhu's neck, his fingers tangling in her wet, heavy hair. The grip was firm, possessive, exerting a pressure that made her scalp tingle and sent a jolt of submissive electricity straight down her spine.
"Nggggghhh..." The feeling of submission made her orgasm hard, her body trembling as the pleasure crashed over her in waves. The pleasure was as if the sky had descended suppressing her consciousness.
He guided her head back down with an undeniable authority that brooked no resistance. The tip of his cock pressed against her lips, and she opened willingly, taking him into her mouth once more.
This time, he didn't allow her to control the pace. His hand on the back of her head dictated the rhythm—slow, deep strokes that pushed the limits of her throat.
"Guh... Ggghh... Guk...♡"
Madam Zhu gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She relaxed her throat, surrendering to the invasion, letting him use her mouth as he pleased. The sensation of being filled, of being utterly controlled, sent another shuddering wave of pleasure through her already sensitive body.
Using her hands, she tightens her breasts even further sandwiching his big rod between her cleavage, her nipples brushing against his shaft with every movement.
"Chuu...♡ Slurp...♡ Hnnghhh...♡"
The sounds were lewd, wet, and desperate, echoing in the steamy springs. The water was splashing around them, waves of warm, medicinal water lapping at her chin and neck.
Tianmo's grip in her hair tightened, his hips beginning to move beneath her. He wasn't thrusting wildly; the movement was controlled, almost clinical, but the pressure was unyielding.
He was a piston, and she was the engine he was fueling.
"Uuuhhhnnnn...♡"
Her thighs were shaking, her lower body clenching rhythmically as the stimulation pushed her toward another peak. She could feel the pressure building inside her, a coil tightening with each stroke of his cock in her mouth and between her breasts.
"Uuuhhhnnnnnnnnn!♡"
She came again, her body spasming, her throat constricting around him involuntarily. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, and all-consuming, her buttcheeks clenching in the water.
"Good," Tianmo murmured, his voice thick with approval. "A tool that can service its master while pleasuring itself is doubly useful."
Madam Zhu couldn't respond. Her mouth was too full, her throat too occupied. But she felt a surge of pride, of accomplishment. She was proving her worth, carving her place in his world.
Tianmo increased the pace, his movements becoming more urgent. Madam Zhu could taste a change in his flavor, a slight saltiness that told her he was close. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her breasts squeezing with renewed vigor.
"Guh... Guh... Guh...♡ Hnnghhhh...♡"Madam Zhu's moans were muffled, choked by the thick length filling her throat. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of effort and overwhelming sensation leaking from the corners.
Her breasts, slick with water and sweat, pressed tightly against him, the soft flesh yielding and molding to his shape with each brutal thrust.
The water around them churned, a frothing maelstrom of heat and motion. Tianmo's control was slipping, the clinical precision giving way to a more primal, driving rhythm. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head down to meet each upward thrust of his hips.
A guttural sound, low and raw, tore from Tianmo's throat. It was the first genuine sign of loss of control she had ever heard from him. It sent a fresh, electric thrill through Madam Zhu's already overstimulated nerves.
She felt him swell, the thick vein along the underside of his cock pulsing against her tongue. The taste at the back of her throat changed, growing richer, more potent.
"Swallow," he commanded, his voice a ragged growl that vibrated through her skull.
Madam Zhu didn't hesitate. She relaxed her throat completely, opening herself to the flood. With a final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt in her throat, Tianmo released.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Hot, thick ropes of essence erupted from him, painting the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively, each gulp a conscious act of submission, taking him deep into her body.
The warmth spread through her, a concentrated burst of Yang energy that burned through the last of her fatigue and sent fresh, tingling waves of pleasure radiating from her core.
He held her there for a long moment, his cock pulsing weakly in the aftermath, her lips sealed around the base. Finally, with a soft, wet sound, he pulled out.
Madam Zhu gasped for air, coughing slightly as a trickle of white escaped the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin into the water. She was well-spent, her body trembling, her mind hazy with a mixture of exhaustion, pleasure, and the potent spiritual essence now coursing through her veins.
Tianmo looked down at her, his breathing slightly elevated, a sheen of sweat glistening on his chest. He reached out, his thumb wiping the stray droplet from her chin, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"You have served well," he said, his voice returning to its usual detached calm. "The medicinal bath will now work more efficiently. Soak for an hour. Do not leave until the water cools."
"Y-Young Master... This concubine can still go... My womb is hungry♡" Madam Zhu whispered, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had endured. Her eyes were glazed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climaxes, yet a dark, insatiable hunger burned in their depths.
She spread her legs revealing her clenching pussy, glistening and pink, like a river flowing with nectar, ready to be flooded again by his essence.
Tianmo looked down at her, his eyes devoid of the lust that clouded hers. "The body has limits, even a furnace. If I fill you again now, your womb will rupture from the pressure of the Yang essence. You would die, and a dead tool is of no use to me."
Madam Zhu froze, the haze of lust clearing slightly at his words. The cold logic of his statement pierced the fog of her desire. She looked down at her stomach, which felt strangely hot and distended, not just from the water, but from the energy roiling inside her from yesterday that is yet to be refined. He was right. She could feel the Qi swirling in her Dantian, violent and untamed, crashing against the walls of her meridians like a storm in a bottle.
"This... this concubine was foolish," she whispered, shame coloring her cheeks. She lowered her legs, sinking deeper into the water until only her head and shoulders remained visible. "I thank Young Master for his mercy."