Ding wakes up in a strange world and begins to improve her surroundings with help from Owen, while uncovering hidden tensions with her friend Li and facing decisions that challenge her morals.
Ding opened his eyes slowly, feeling a strange energy enveloping him. The air smelled of damp earth and something else, something he couldn't identify. He sat up in his small straw bed, looking around in confusion. Where was he? His memory was fuzzy, as if he'd woken up from a dream that wasn't his own. The room was simple, with weathered wooden walls and a thatched roof that let in rays of sunlight. Outside, birdsong and a babbling brook reminded him that, even though everything seemed strange, he was still in a natural place.
He stood up, feeling the dirt floor beneath his bare feet. His clothes were simple, linen trousers and a tunic that were a bit too big for him. In one corner of the room, a wooden pond held a few lazily swimming fish. Ding approached, suddenly remembering that this was his cultivation pond, his first task in this new world. According to the instructions floating in his mind, he was to upgrade it from level 0 to 1. With a sigh, he knelt down and began examining the water, looking for any sign of what he was supposed to do.
The pond was dirty, the walls covered in moss, and the water murky. Ding rolled up his sleeves and put his hands in, feeling the coolness of the liquid. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the energy flowing around him. It was as if the world were filled with invisible threads, vibrating with a force he couldn't see but could feel. With a mental effort, he directed that energy toward the pond, imagining the water clearing and the fish growing stronger.
The process was slow, but little by little, the moss began to fall away and the water became crystal clear. The fish, once small and weak, now swam vigorously, their scales glistening in the sunlight. Ding smiled, feeling a small surge of satisfaction. He had accomplished his first task. But he knew this was just the beginning.
With the pond improved, Ding turned his attention to his thatched house. It was small and simple, but had potential. He recalled the instructions he'd received: the house could be upgraded to gather spiritual energy, crucial in this world of immortal cultivation. He scratched his head, wondering how to get started. He didn't have much money, but he'd heard of someone named Owen, a man who knew how to optimize resources with intelligence.
He decided to look for him. Outside, the village was a hive of activity. People dressed in simple clothes walked back and forth, some growing crops in small gardens, others trading goods in a makeshift market. Ding asked for Owen, and after a few minutes, found him sitting on a bench, counting coins with a worried expression.
"Are you Owen?" Ding asked, approaching.
Owen looked up, his eyes tired but shrewd. "Yes, it's me. What do you need?"
Ding explained his situation, how he wanted to improve his house to gather spiritual energy. Owen listened attentively, nodding occasionally. When Ding finished, Owen scratched his beard.
—I don't have much money, but I can help you. There are ways to optimize upgrades using cuckold points. It's not something everyone is willing to do, but it works.
Ding frowned, confused. "Cuckold points? What is that?"
Owen smiled, his expression bitter. "It's complicated. But if you're willing to pay the price, I can help you."
Ding didn't quite understand, but he trusted Owen. Together, they headed to the thatched house. Owen examined the walls, ceiling, and floor, muttering to himself. Then, he took out a small leather bag and began sprinkling a glittering powder in the corners of the room.
"This powder attracts spiritual energy," Owen explained. "But for it to work, you need something else. Something to prove your... commitment."
Ding nodded, though he wasn't sure what that meant. Owen handed him a small stone carved with a strange symbol. "Place it in the center of the room. And remember, every upgrade comes at a cost."
Ding did as he asked, placing the stone on the dirt floor. As soon as he touched it, he felt a surge of energy flow through him, as if the house had come alive. Owen smiled, satisfied.
—Now, every time someone uses this house for... certain purposes, you'll receive cuckold points. Use them wisely.
Ding didn't quite understand, but he thanked Owen and saw him off. As he walked away, Owen stared at the house, a strange expression on his face.
Later, Ding decided to take a walk around the village. While walking, he saw his childhood friend, a girl named Li, talking to a man he didn't recognize. Li was beautiful, with jet-black hair and eyes that shone like stars. But something about the situation didn't sit well with Ding. The man had one hand on Li's waist, and his other was slithering dangerously close to her buttocks.
"Ding," Li said, smiling at the sight. "This is Zhang. He's teaching me some spells."
Ding frowned, noticing how Zhang's member pressed against Li's ass. "Spells?" he asked, his voice strained.
Zhang smiled, an expression Ding didn't like. "Yes, spells. Li is a very promising student. Isn't she, Li?"
Li nodded, but Ding noticed his smile was forced. "Yes, Zhang is a great master."
"Well, if you need anything, I'm at my house," Ding said, trying to remain calm.
Li nodded, but before he could say anything else, Zhang intervened. "Actually, Ding, could we use your house? It's a more private place to train."
Ding hesitated, but Li looked at him pleadingly. "Please, Ding. It'll just take a moment."
Against his better judgment, Ding nodded. "Fine. But don't do anything that…"
"Don't worry," Zhang interrupted, smiling again. "We'll just train."
Ding watched them as they headed home, a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He closed the door behind them, but before he could walk away, he heard a sound that made him stop. It was a slurp, followed by a muffled moan. Ding approached the door, his heart pounding.
Through the wood, he heard Li sucking Zhang's member, her sounds obedient and eager. "That's it, Li," Zhang murmured. "You're a very diligent student."
Ding felt a knot in his stomach, a mixture of anger and humiliation. He couldn't believe that Li, his childhood friend, was doing this. But what surprised him most was the feeling that came over him, a strange excitement he couldn't explain.
At that moment, Owen appeared at her side, looking at the door with a satisfied expression. "See," he said with a smile. "Cuckold spots. They're... interesting, aren't they?"
Ding looked at him, confused and embarrassed. "What's going on?"
Owen shrugged. "Just watch. And learn."
Inside the house, the sounds continued, growing louder. Li moaned, her voice filled with pleasure, while Zhang guided her with dirty words and commands. Ding felt torn, part of him wanting to intervene, but another part, a part he didn't recognize, enjoying the spectacle.
Finally, the sounds ceased, and Ding heard Zhang getting dressed and leaving the house. Li appeared moments later, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. He looked at Ding, his eyes filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry, Ding," he murmured. "I couldn't help it."
Ding didn't know what to say. He looked at Owen, who was smirking. "See," he said again. "Cuckold points. They're a valuable resource."
Ding and Owen stared at each other, the future of their relationship and their decisions remaining uncertain. Li was still there, his presence a reminder of what had happened. The world of immortal cultivation was cruel, and Ding was learning that strength wasn't always measured in power, but in the choices one made. And at that moment, he didn't know what to choose.