[Master of gooners, please suggest some harem books]
Ash looked at the new comment on his screen. A smile bloomed on his face seeing the comment.
'I guess it's more interesting than acting in a relationship of being interested.' His hands moved with lightning speed, writing names of his personal favourite reads.
[Are you coming to the star hotel]
He saw another message flashing, which instantly turned his mood off. It was his girlfriend asking for a date.
He was bored as fuck, but life was so average that he didn't even care to tell her.
It was not that the girl was bad. She was damn beautiful, but where was the thrill? After reading so much fantasy, normal life had become boring.
He stood up from his table, barely putting on some decent clothes. Coming out of his large villa that sprawled over a hundred meters, he sat on his 1050 CC bike.
'You are one of the things that still makes me feel alive,' he thought, his leg on the gear and hands on the accelerator.
Soon he was riding at 150 kph. The adrenaline rush was intoxicating. He changed to the last, sixth gear, giving full throttle.
He no longer looked at the speedometer; his control of the bike was surprising.
But things don't always go as you want, and today, when he was flying and enjoying the rush, a truck suddenly came out of the street without warning.
Ash pushed the brakes with all his might, but the next thing he saw was a white light. Then he felt his senses returning.
Ash's last memory was the blinding headlights of a truck, the screech of his brakes, and then—nothing.
When his eyes fluttered open again, it wasn't hospital white walls that greeted him. It was a dim, ancient chamber with stone pillars and wooden beams. A girl in a maid's outfit knelt beside the bed, her shoulders trembling as tears streaked down her face.
"Master… you're alive!" she sobbed, her delicate hands clutching the sheets.
Ash blinked, sitting up. His body felt weak, alien—like he had been emptied and stuffed into another skin. Memories not his own flooded in. A genius who had reached Qi replenishment at ten. A sect's shining hope. Then, betrayal. His meridians shattered, his future crippled, left to rot in obscurity.
Ash stumbled to a mirror. A tall youth with sharp, almost inhumanly perfect features stared back at him. Six feet tall, sculpted jawline, eyes burning with both fragility and arrogance.
'Holy shit,' Ash muttered inwardly. 'Truck-kun really did it this time. At least he gave me an upgrade.'
Ding!
A crisp, mechanical chime echoed in his mind. A box of glowing letters unfurled before his eyes.
Host: [Unbound Soul – Link Unstable]
Status: Crippled (Meridians Severed)
Cultivation Realm: None
Bloodline: Human (Dormant)
Active Quest:
[First Conquest]
[Condition: Stablish a bond with a pure woman.
Reward: Gets Meridian healed
Bonus: Unlock First Bond Skill
Penalty: Soul collapse]
"…Eh???" Ash blinked.
'Conquer a Pure woman? Is this a cultivation world or some shameless dating sim?'
And yet, despite the absurdity, his lips curled into a grin. He clenched his trembling fist.
"Better than being bored to death in my old life," he muttered.
His mind drifted back to reality, and he realized how he was totally naked and standing before the mirror.
"Oh shit!" He ran back to the bed, covering his balls with his hands.
His eyes avoided Lyria.
Lyria, his maid, looked at him in confusion, her eyes still red. It was the first time he had acted strange in front of her.
Ash was in the bed, covered in a quilt that hid his toned body.
His memories were still hazy, but he was able to recall everything if he put some thought into it.
In the maid outfit, it was Lyria. As a young talent in the clan, he had been benefited in many ways.
He had a big accommodation with house staff to maintain.
This girl had been there before that, to help him with anything he wanted. Though all other facilities were stripped from him after his inability to cultivate, this girl never left his side.
"Master... I thought I would never see you again," the girl sobbed, gasping for air.
Ash looked at her pretty face, long hair tied in a bun. Her beautiful black eyes were currently red, but her cute, plump face was still adorable. The maid outfit had many layers, so her intricate and voluptuous body was hidden beneath it.
She was too mature for her age. She was 19, but her voluptuous body didn't match her age.
"I am well, just feeling hungry," Ash said, trying to comfort her.
She looked at him with curious gazes. The confidence in his voice, as it had been before being crippled, was back.
"Let me heal you first so you won't get dozed off again because of weakness." She came forward, grabbing his soft hands between hers. Then, a soothing feeling spread across his body.
His hands brushed against her body by mistake while she was sitting beside him, trying to use healing that she had always been doing.
This was one of the main reasons she was allowed to stay with him. The clan leader was still interested in him, so he wanted Ash to get back up. He didn't ask her to leave, praying that her healing could help him in any way.
She flinched, then looked at him with a flat face. She knew Master had never paid any attention to her, she was just a maid for him.
As she completed her healing, Ash felt his mind calm, almost out of this world. His body was brimming with energy.
"Master, I will bring some food for you," she said with a smile, leaving the room.
Ash climbed out of the bed again, noticing his body. Then he looked for some clothes in the room.
But he only found two pairs—plain grey or light-blue robes, simple cotton or linen, tied with a cloth sash.
Loose sleeves, practical for training.
He remembered them as part of clan wear.
His mind searched for anything important about the previous owner so he wouldn't miss out on much.
The body's previous owner was ignorant towards Lyria, busy in his own grief. He wasn't malevolent but a very nice, straight guy who didn't know anything about scheming.
Then a memory came to him, and a face flashed before his eyes—revealing the culprit behind his illness and the fact that his cultivation wasn't nullified. He was just unable to use the energy inside.
So currently, he was still at Qi Condensation Stage 1, but he was unable to use it.
Previous owner of this body was a diligent kid his name was Harry. He started cultivating at the age of six and seeing his interest towards cultivation the clan leader saw him as future prodigy.
not many kids put their efforts into the cultivation from such young age, everyone loves to play around during childhood but this guy was totally mad for cultivation.
While other children were just starting to cultivate he had already crossed body refining realm and reached first stage of Qi replenishment realm.
The first realm was to just prepare everyone to cultivation. In Qi replenishment realm person forms a dantian ready to use Qi and different martial arts.
Many people didn't like that their kids were overshadowed by a side family kid. Though he was backed by the clan leader so no one made any move on him.
In his memory he had one name who could be responsible.
'Grand elder'.
He was responsible to provide him with cultivation resources and everything was going smoothly but he needed a body cleansing pill of high level to breakthrough to level 2.
His fast cultivation had lead impurities to accumulate in his body and it had become a hindrance in his cultivation.
He did get a pill from the grand elder but after consuming it all the things lead to this point.
Clan leader himself had investigated the matter but the pill was a rare item and no one in the clan could procure it, thus it was imported.
And as they couldn't testify anything from the maker because he had a terrifying background. The grand elder shifted the blame to the Alchemist.
And with the time people forgot his presence. He now lives in the outer proximity of the clan's main family.
The clan leader still blamed himself to ruin such talent so he still took pity on him and kept him as part of the main family.
Ash in the body of Harry realised how badly he was fucked. He had no cultivation, no backing, no parents and strongest of the clan member was his enemy.
He couldn't live like this, he wasn't as naive as previous owner. He had seen his share of malignant people and he was nonetheless lesser.
He looked at the system conquest.
[First Conquest]
[Quest: Stablish a bond with a pure woman.
Reward: Gets Meridian healed
Bonus: Unlock First Bond Skill
Penalty: Soul collapse]
[Time: 7 days]
At least he had a cheat and There was a way to heal his meridians back.
Ash was curious about bond skill but he didn't think this will be anything significant but healing his meridians was the best prize he could get for now. It alone was motivation enough to complete the quest.
Ash went through Harry's memories to lock on a target. He needed to be more precise, finding a pure woman in the world was hard.
Ash thought of everyone whom he can remember but all of them were out of his league. They were freinds with him before sickness but now none of them spared a glance to him anymore.
His mind stopped at the door opening. Lyria came inside without asking for permission. Hot steamy food in her hands.
Then his eyes sparkled, who could be better than lyria. She had been with him from childhood and cares for her.
He didn't want to be pushy so he needed to take it slow. They had shared many intimate moments together but the Harry had never paid attention to her.
"Let me feed you" Lyria said seeing him wearing clothes, she comfortably sat beside him.
Her eyes were full of excitement.
"I have made your favourite chicken soup" She said taking a spoon full and putting it in Harry's mouth.
Ash swallowed the soup, savoring not just the warmth but also the effort behind it.
"You've gotten even better at cooking, Lyria," he said suddenly. His voice carried a steadiness that hadn't been there before.
Her hand froze midair, spoon trembling slightly. "Eh? You… never said that before."
Ash chuckled. "Guess I was too blind back then." His eyes softened, lingering on her flushed cheeks. "All this time, you've been taking care of me. Staying when everyone else turned their backs. I should have noticed sooner."
Lyria's heartbeat quickened. She bit her lip, lowering her gaze. Was this really Master Harry? He had always treated her kindly, yes, but distantly—like one treats a servant, not a woman.
She scooped another spoonful. Her trembling hands messes his face.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Master—" She wiped the extra soup with her fingers.
Ash caught her wrist gently. "Don't apologize." His grip was warm but firm, he took her fingers to his mouth licking the soup on her fingers.
Her breath hitched. She looked up, meeting his gaze—and for the first time, she felt it. That fire in his eyes. A confidence she hadn't seen since before his fall.
"…You've changed," she whispered.
"Maybe," Ash admitted with a smirk. "Or maybe I'm just finally seeing clearly."
The silence stretched, filled only by the soft steam rising from the bowl between them. Lyria's cheeks burned hotter than the soup itself.
Harry didn't go overboard and completed the soup.
After finishing the last sip, Harry placed the bowl aside and stretched.
"I've been lying in this room long enough. If I stay still, I'll rot before I even start cultivating again."
Lyria blinked, startled. "Master, you've only just recovered! Shouldn't you rest a little more?" As she completed her sentence the words processed in her mind. "Cultivating again?"
Harry shook his head. "No. If I keep hiding in here, the clan will forget me completely. I also needs to get my resources for this month.
He wrapped another robe, the simple light-blue robe around himself, tying the sash firmly. The cloth was plain, rougher than what he remembered from Harry's memories.
Once, he had silk-embroidered robes as a favored junior of the clan leader, now, he wore the garments reserved for everyone. A clear demotion.
Stepping outside of his small one story house with a kitchen and two bedrooms Ash saw sprawling Silverleaf Clan compound.
Stone pathways wound between training fields, spirit gardens, and wooden pavilions. The clan crest—an etched silver leaf—decorated banners fluttering in the wind.
The sounds of fists striking wooden dummies and swords slicing through the air filled the atmosphere. Disciples in grey and blue sparred in the distance, their laughter laced with arrogance, happiness, mockery, cunningness, and many more emotions that should have been hard for kids their age to feel.
As Harry walked past, their eyes lingered—not out of respect, but out of idle curiosity. Not many people knew him personally. They only knew the vague rumor of a boy who lived on the outer periphery of the main family branch, a boy who could no longer cultivate.
So most of them didn't bother with him at all. But some knew exactly who he was.
In their childhood, their parents had used Harry as a cautionary tale, a symbol to motivate them to work hard.
Now, their eyes swept him up and down. Some wanted to mock, while others simply pitied his condition.
"Isn't that the cripple?" one whispered.
"Still pretending he belongs here," another chuckled.
"Shame. He could have been something."
Harry ignored them, though his jaw tightened.
They already treated him like a ghost. The mocking words almost felt better than their indifference, but only barely.
Lyria clenched her fists. "Don't listen to them, Master. They don't know—"
He continued forward until he reached the Resource Hall, where disciples came to collect cultivation materials. A towering elder with sharp eyes sat at the front desk, a book in hand. This was Albert, one of the Grand Elder's lackeys.
The old man raised a brow at Harry's approach. "Well, well. If it isn't Young Master Harry. What business could you have here?"
Harry had already stopped taking resources from this hall long ago. He usually sent Lyria to collect the spirit stones, just enough to buy essentials and live quietly.
But today, it was another soul inside Harry's body. Ash knew he would walk the path of cultivation again, so accumulating resources now would be crucial for the future.
"Why? Am I not allowed to be here?" Harry questioned, his face flat, showing no emotion.
"No, young master, I didn't mean that. It's just...given your condition, I don't think these resources would help you anyway." The elder chuckled mischievously.
A few disciples nearby looked on, confused at first, but after hearing Albert's words, they burst in laughter.
Harry's lips curved into a smirk. "Relax, Elder Albert. I'm eligible to get them, and I will take them one way or another. Unless, of course, you'd prefer I complain?" His tone was light, but his eyes flashed with challenge.
For a moment, the elder's smile faltered. He had expected meekness, shame—anything but this sharp-tongued confidence.
"Careful, boy," Albert said, narrowing his eyes. "Words can be heavier than swords."
Harry chuckled. "Then you'd better make sure your sword is sharp enough."
The tension thickened, disciples whispering in the background. For the first time in years, Harry's name was being spoken again.
But most didn't truly care. To them, he was just an unknown cripple who lived in the outskirts. His presence was little more than a passing novelty.
After a long exchange of challenging glances, Albert finally backed down. He couldn't deny Harry. These were basic resources given to every clan member.
10 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, a bundle of Azureleaf Grass, two Body Tempering Pills, one pouch of Impurity-Expelling Powder, and an Ironwood Training Token.
"Spirit stones for your lazy ass so you don't have to earn them? Azureleaf Grass to strengthen Qi you don't even have? Pills wasted on a broken dantian? Heh, if you ask me, these resources would be better used by other hardworking disciples. Maybe you should hand them over." Albert leaned back, clearly waiting for the show.
The kids in line for their monthly resources nodded in agreement. If Harry was crippled and couldn't use them, why waste precious cultivation items on him?
"It's not your problem whether I can use them or not." Harry snatched the bag from Albert's hand.
"Boy, you can't even use them. How about you hand them over?" One of the disciples stepped forward, trying to push Harry into a corner.
Before Harry could reply, a cold voice echoed in the hall.
"Enough."
"They were given to him. Whatever he does with them is none of your concern."
A girl with ice-jade beauty entered, her purple robes marking her distinction. She didn't even glance at Harry, it was just a passing remark.
"Sophia…" Harry muttered under his breath.
She had been Harry's best friend when they were younger. Even after his crippling, she had tried to keep things normal. But at some point, things had fallen apart.
Looking back now, Harry could see it clearly. She had been the center of attention. Because of her, he had drawn unwanted hostility from the other kids. It had been manageable when he could fight back. But after becoming crippled, her company had only painted a target on his back.
He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason it ended, but he understood enough.
The whole room fell into pin-drop silence. Her aura alone made the outer disciples choke.
Harry instantly knew she had reached the Qi Condensation Realm.
The first realm was Body Refining. The second was Qi Replenishment, where Harry himself had once stood. After that came Qi Condensation. Each realm had nine levels.
Harry had reached Qi Replenishment, Level 1—but now he couldn't channel Qi at all.
"Miss Sophia, is there a reason for your arrival? I'm sure you didn't come here just to help—" Albert tried to play with words, but Sophia's deathly glare silenced him instantly.
"The Grand Elder wants to discuss the upcoming test." She left without another word.
Seeing her leave without even acknowledging him, Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't care, but perhaps the real Harry would have.
He returned to his house soon after, walking with confidence. Passing glares still felt like needles, but his plan was to crush those needles soon.
It was a half victory, half loss. He had made his presence known, but Albert had successfully established a negative image.
Harry didn't care. His main focus was preparing resources for when he will break free of his crippling Chains.
"Master, you shouldn't have gone. I could have brought the resources for you, as always," Lyria said with concern, checking his health with her healing ability.
She knew how much the mockery in the past had weighed on him, and how it had affected his health.
"I don't care about those fools anymore. Don't worry about me, baby," Ash said, pinching her cheeks.
He was too excited by the sight of the cultivation items before him to notice Lyria's confusion. Baby was a foreign word to her, but she vaguely understood the affectionate nature of it. Combined with his bold action, it made her cheeks flush bright red.
Harry took the token in his hand.
Ironwood Training Token Made of hardened ironwood, a spiritual tree with natural Qi resistance. It was Carved with the clan's silver leaf crest and infused with a trace of formation Qi.
It was a pass—when slotted into a stone stele at the training grounds, it activates a basic formation.
Harry remember using it all the time, back then he used to get 3 day pass in a week. but now it was only for six hours.
Harry shifted his gaze to Lyria. Her behaviour towards him was changing. She no longer felt indifferent from his actions.
She could feel love.
He put the bag of resources on the small wooden table.
Lyria sitting beside him, still frowning. "Master, you shouldn't have gone yourself. Those people… they look at you like..."
"Like I'm already dead?" Harry finished with a laugh. "Let them. Dead people Haunts the most."
He tapped his chest. "From now on, believe me I have a way to heal."
Lyria stared at him for a moment. This confidence… it wasn't the same Harry she knew. But her heart beat faster just hearing him say it. She knew this guy better than anyone. He was a generational talent if he got his ability to cultivate back then there was nothing that could stop him.
"Rest yourself," she said, quickly turning away. "I'll prepare the dinner."
In some time The smell of warm stew filled the house. Harry leaned on the table, his chin resting on his palm, watching Lyria move around the kitchen.
Her hands were quick. She hummed softly while cutting vegetables.
"You look beautiful when you cook," Harry said out of nowhere.
The knife slipped in her hand almost dropping it. "M-Master!" Her face turned red instantly. "Don't joke like that…"
"I'm not joking." He smirked. "I was blind before. Now I can see clearly."
Harry knew the strange relation between Previous Harry and Lyria. She did gave Harry some chances to claim her but with the time his aloffness and indifference had affected her.
Now she no longer saw him in that way but it was something that Harry needed to break. It was a slow process perhaps not so slow.
Lyria's ears burned. She put the bowl of stew down in front of him, refusing to meet his eye.
"Eat before it gets cold."
Harry picked up the spoon but stopped. Instead, he leaned forward and said, "Feed me again."
Her eyes widened. "What? No, you can eat by yourself—"
"Didn't you feed me yesterday?" Harry teased.
It was positive sign that she was shy.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Finally, with a small pout, she sat beside him and scooped a spoonful of stew.
"Fine… open your mouth."
Harry leaned close, opening his mouth slowly.
"Mmm," he said, licking a bit of stew from the edge. "Tastes even better when you feed me."
Lyria's cheeks turned crimson. Her hand trembled as she brought the next spoonful, and this time, a drop of stew slid down his chin.
"Ah, sorry—" She quickly wiped it with her fingers.
"Didn't I tell you not to apologize?"
Before she could move, he leaned forward and licked the stew from her fingers.
Her whole body froze. Her face was as red as fire. "M-Master…!"
Harry's eyes locked with hers. His voice dropped, low and warm.
"Call me Harry. Not Master. Not when it's just us."
She couldn't answer. Her chest rose and fell quickly, the clothes clutching to her breasts was mistifying but he controlled himself.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. The stew sat forgotten on the table.
Harry moved closer, his forehead almost touching hers. "Lyria… thank you. You stayed when no one else did. Without you, I'd have been nothing."
Her eyes sparkled. "I… I only did what I had to. You've always been…" She bit her lip. "…important to me."
Harry brushed her hair back, his fingers brushing her cheek.
"Then don't be just my caretaker." His voice was steady, serious. But he stopped before saying anything else. He let her imagination run wild.
Her heart beat so loud. she thought he could hear it. Her lips parted, trembling.
"I…"
But she couldn't finish. She lowered her head, face burning, yet she didn't move away. Her small hand stayed in his, warm and soft.
Harry smiled, satisfied. The bond wasn't complete yet, but the first spark was there.
His hands brushed against her breasts by mistake while retreating. Lyria flinched the stew splashed down Harry's chest, hot and sticky. He cursed under his breath and tore off his robe.
The atmosphere died down bringing her permanent servile character back. "Sorry Master, I was careless. Come, i'll clean you."
She fetched warm water, her hands steady as she wiped his chest. To her, this was nothing unusual—she had cared for his body many times when he was weak. Her fingers moved with experience, sliding the cloth over his skin.
But Harry's eyes followed her this time unlike allof Harry. Every touch, every movement of her hand made his gaze sharpen.
"You've done this a lot, haven't you?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes," she replied simply, clutching the cloth.
Harry chuckled. "Maybe. But it feels different now."
She blinked at him, confused, but went on cleaning. When her hand dipped lower across his stomach, Harry didn't look away like before. Instead, he leaned back slightly, watching her with an unreadable smile.
The stew had went to his private parts making a mess.
"Come I have to bathe you" she said as if it was nothing special or awkward.
Soon she led him to the bath. Steam rose as the tub filled, the water rippling in the dim light.
Harry sank in with a sigh. "Better already."
Lyria knelt beside him, sleeves rolled up, and began washing him as she always did. Her hands moved without hesitation, sliding over his arms, chest, back. She was focused, almost professional. Her breast danced in symphony with every move.
Harry's eyes lingered, He noticed the way her wet hair clung to her neck, the way her lips pressed together when she concentrated.
"You really don't see what you're doing, do you?" Harry asked feeling uncomfortable himself.
How could someone touch other person intimately and that with straight face.
"What do you mean?" she tilted her head.
"You touch me like it's nothing."
Her hands paused for a moment, then resumed. She tried to brush off his words, but her cheeks warmed.
She just realised that things were changing between them. There was expectation somewhere in her heart.
Her hands were trembling showing that it was no longer just routine, there was a spark in between. She gathered all her strength and reached lower, cleaning his thighs and then moved upper private places as she always had, Harry's gaze darkened. Before, he would have sat in silence, embarrassed or ashamed. But now, it wasn't old Harry.
She grabbed his cock in her hand, stroking it up and down to clean. New soul in Harry's body wasn't as aloof. He was affected by warmth of her hands.
His dick started growing in her hands surprising Lyria.
"Do you really feel nothing when you do this?" he leaned and whispered.
Her heart skipped. She had never thought of it until now. His eyes were fixed on her, hot and piercing. It made her pulse quicken.
"I… it's just care," she said softly, but the words felt weaker than usual.
Harry smirked faintly. "Not for me. Not anymore."
His hand slid up, brushing her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin. Her breath faltered, her eyes locked on his.
Her hands could feel the ever growing heat that she hadn't seen in long time.
For the first time, she felt his presence not as her master, not as the boy she had always served, but as a man.
She leaned closer unknowingly. Their faces were inches apart. The steam wrapped around them, the sound of water filling the silence.
Then Harry kissed her. hungry, yet tender.
Lyria froze, her eyes wide, her hand loosing the grip on thick shaft. Her heart pounded, her body trembled.
When his lips pressed harder, her resistance melted. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, she was shy initially but desperate later.
The bathwater rippled as he pulled her closer, his wet chest pressing against her. Warmth of her big soft breasts spreading across his body.
Harry's hand reached for her back taking her in embrace. Harry felt her lips biting his, her hands grabbing his head.
Feeling overwhelmed by the situation Harry traced his hand to her breast trying to feel warmth and softness of her tender fat.
As he fondled her breasts she parted her lips, gasping for breath, her face bright red. Then she ran out of the bathroom.
Harry also gasped for air.
"Lyria" Harry called out.
But seeing her run he put his hands on his head, dejected.
'Did i rush it, I should have waited'.
He cleaned himself coming out of bathroom wearing towel around his waist.
Lyria was nowhere in the room. It was very unsettling and he was eager to know what was going in her head.
He came out of his room and found her sitting on dining table her head buried in the table.
"I am sorry Lyria, I didn't mean..."
"It's okay, i just need some time" Lyria cut his words in between.
Harry went up to her sitting beside her, i grabbed her head raising to my eye level.
"Have i done something wrong" he asked looking in her eyes.
Lyria's lips trembled. Her eyes darted everywhere evading eye-contact. "I… I just don't understand what's happening."
Harry tilted her chin up with his finger. "It's simple. I finally opened my eyes. You've been by my side all along, and I was blind."
Her breath caught. The heat from his touch spread across her skin, and she pressed her palms together to stop them from shaking.
"You've changed," she whispered.
Harry smiled faintly. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just finally being myself."
For a moment, silence hung between them. The only sound was the crackle of the small lamp fire in the corner. Lyria's cheeks glowed, her lips slightly parted as though she wanted to speak but couldn't.
Harry leaned closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Do you regret what happened just now?"
Her heart skipped. She remembered the kiss, the heat of his chest, the way her body melted against his. She shook her head quickly. "No…"
"Then don't run from me." His thumb brushed her cheek again, slower this time, tender.
She shivered, but didn't pull away.
Her hand moved on its own, resting lightly on his bare shoulder. His skin was still damp from the bath, warm under her fingers. She felt the solid strength hidden beneath, the man she hadn't seen before.
Her lips curved in a small smile she couldn't hide. "You're not the same Harry anymore."
"And you're not just my caretaker anymore," he said, his gaze locked on hers.
The words sank into her heart like a seed taking root. She couldn't deny them. She didn't want to.
Slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. Their breaths mingled, shaky and warm.
This time, Harry didn't push. He simply closed his eyes, savoring the closeness.
Her lips brushed his, soft and hesitant, too simple for a kiss. But it was her choice.
Harry's hand tightened gently around her waist, pulling her closer until she sat on his lap. The towel around his waist loosened slightly, but he didn't care. Her body was trembling against his, but she didn't move away.
The kiss deepened on its own, slow and tender, nothing like the hunger from the bath. It was warmer, softer, like a promise. Both of them sovouring the taste of each other, as if afraid to forget the taste.
Her eyes widened,When they parted, both of them being breathless.
Lyria hid her face against his chest, her voice muffled. "Please… don't let this change who you are to me."
"Knock...Knock"
A knock on the door interrupted their moment.
Lyria's face changed, rarely anyone comes to their house.
Lyria looked at Harry with questioning gaze, seeing his confused look she stood up and opened the door.
There stood a cultivator in purple robe, standing proudly.
He was about to say something when his eyes were caught by Lyria's body. His mouth left open in awe.
"Ohh...never seen you around?" The guy said looking her up and down.
Lyria's heart beat seeing a core deciple. "Senior, may I know the reason of your appearance".
"I am jack, nice to meet you" he extended his hands ignoring her question.
"Mr Jack, I am sure aren't here for introduction's. Speak your purpose" Harry interrupted pulling Lyria behind him. He had changed back to his robe in this time.
"Hahh...is it genius Harry" There was a mockery in his words.
Harry was calm still waiting for his answers, while Lyria stood behind him.
"Clan leader has asked for your appearance".
Harry raised his brows, it has been months since he last met clan leader because the clan leader had already given up on him.
There was no coming back from his injuries so he was better dead for him, but suddenly he was asked to appear before him.
"Then there's no reason to delay" Harry said stepping out of his one story house.
"Lyria wait for me here, I will be back in no time" Harry said closing the door behind.
"Isn't lady Lyria coming with us, the journey would have been more bearable" Jack grinned.
Harry just ignored the comments made by Jack.
They followed the path to the clan leader's residence. Along the way, everyone tried to greet Jack in an attempt to butter him up.
Core disciples in the clan held a high status. They were an inseparable part of the clan and contained its main power.
Jack was aloof and ignorant towards their buttering.
"Harry, aren't they irritating?" Jack asked, his tone a lot softer.
"Tch..." Harry kept quiet. His soft tone meant this guy wanted to ask something.
"Leave it... Could you tell me about Lyria? If you agree, I can send you another girl in exchange," Jack chuckled.
He was confident in his position. Though Harry was still part of the main family, no one would treat him that way. And with his power and position, he was sure that Harry would accept his offer just to get his support.
Harry paused in his tracks, staring at Jack.
"You better shut your mouth, or I will..." Harry paused.
"You will... what?" Jack chuckled. "You can't even cultivate, loser."
Harry got a sly smile on his face. "Lyria was assigned to me as a caretaker by the clan leader. Let's see how he reacts when I tell him about your plans."
Jack looked away, shuddering, but he came back to his senses in no time.
"That's all a former genius can do, wiggle his tail and ask for help."
"Soon, you will know what else I can do, and don't you ever dare to put a finger on her," Harry warned.
They had reached the main compound of the clan leader.
Two guards standing by the doors were equipped in armor that had a leaf symbol on it.
"Only Sir Harry is allowed to enter," the guards stopped Jack outside.
Harry was still part of the main family, so his position still needed to be respected by others.
Inside, Harry saw the familiar setting as a low hum echoed through the house. Beautiful paintings hung on the walls.
Tables and stools made of fine wood were spread across the waiting room.
It was separated by a curtain from the clan leader's resting area.
"Harry, come in," a heavy voice came through the curtains as the low hum stopped.
Harry entered without wasting any time. He had seen this man many times. Unlike others, he wasn't as afraid of him.
"Harry Silverleaf greets the clan leader," he said, bowing politely.
The clan leader glanced at his body, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Looks like you have made no improvement."
Harry just stood there in silence. When his eyes locked on the leader, he asked, "Did the leader find the culprit?"
The leader just sighed. He was well aware of the culprit, but saying it out loud would bring him no benefit. Harry had already been turned into waste. Losing one of the clan's main powerhouses was always a bad outcome for him.
The Grand Elder was the culprit, but he wouldn't say it.
Harry gritted his teeth, seeing his reaction. He could read the response from his face. He knew the man knew something, but Harry had nothing to offer the clan in exchange.
"You know why I asked you to be here?" the clan leader spoke in an indifferent, harsh tone. There was no sign of compassion in his voice, unlike before.
"To throw me out of the family?" It was a question, but Harry was sure of his idea.
"Hmmm..." The clan leader thought for a moment. "Not now. There will be a competition among the clan members in a month. If you can't get a satisfactory position in that competition, then your thoughts will become true. I can only buy that much time for you."
"Here, take it." The leader handed a black matte box to Harry.
"It is the Azure Rebirth Pill. Now it's up to you whether you can recover or not." The clan leader smiled.
Harry's hands trembled. It was a precious pill, so precious that even the whole wealth of the Silverleaf Clan couldn't afford it.
His eyes felt wet as he looked at the clan leader, who was smiling. He couldn't thank the old man enough.
"Ofcourse I can't get it, it was Serena who got it from her family".
"I will give my best." Harry turned around and left the place. He felt his heart beating faster, realizing that the old man and his wife Serena was still ready to put all his hope in him.
He couldn't imagine how he had managed to procure such a precious pill without making anyone suspicious. Or how anyone would let him invest so much in Harry.
This pill gave a 25% chance of recovery from injuries related to the meridians.
But he had different plans. His meridians would be repaired once he made a bond with Lyria.
So this pill was going to be used in a different way.
Outside, Jack and two other core disciples were waiting for him.
Harry had put the box in his robe, so they were eyeing him with curiosity.
"We heard some news: you will be kicked from the clan in a month," Jack laughed, grinning.
Harry was surprised to hear that. How did the news get out?
He kept walking, ignoring them. He saw someone standing farther away, leaning against a tree.
It was the Grand Elder's son, Albert.
It made sense. The Grand Elder must have told his son about it, and he had spread it among the core disciples out of jealousy.
Back then, he had been ignored in front of Harry. Being the son of the Grand Elder, he was expected to be the most talented among the younger generation, but his limelight had been stolen by a nobody.
All the resources that should have been his were being spent on fucking nobody. And it seemed his jealousy had still not vanished.
"Lyria will be mine after one month, you moron," Jack laughed his ass off, remembering how Harry had threatened him.
"When some people can't reach the heights, they start pulling the ladder down from others. But you know what? They will always be beneath those who fall from the ladders," Harry said and continued walking.
Albert gritted his teeth. If he hadn't been told not to, he would have killed Harry by now. But his father had asked him to focus on his cultivation and not bother Harry.
"Knock... knock... Lyria, it's me," Harry knocked on the door.
Opening the door, Lyria looked at him with curiosity.
"Why are you so happy?" she asked, looking at his big smile.
Harry pushed her inside, closing the door behind them. "What else could you expect from a guy who has such a beauty in front of him?"
Lyria's face turned crimson as she found herself pressed against Harry's weight.
Harry's weight was a warm, solid pressure against her, pinning her gently but firmly against the closed door.
Lyria felt her heart hammering against her ribs, a crazy rhythm that mirrored the sudden surge of heat flooding her lower belly. She had never felt the sheer physical presence of someone who wanted her this badly.
His scent...a mix of clean musk and something uniquely him...filled her senses, making her head swim.
"You're so beautiful, Lyria," Harry whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, vibrating rumble that she felt in her own chest.
He didn't move away, instead, he shifted his hips, pressing his hardness against her thigh. The contact was electric.
Lyria gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the rigid length of his cock through their clothes. She didn't know exactly what it was, but the instinctual reaction of her body was immediate, wet ache between her legs.
Harry noticed the way her breath hitched. He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive shell of her ear. "Are you nervous?" he murmured, his breath hot and moist.
"I... I've never..." she started, her voice trembling, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers tentatively reached up, clutching the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Harry smiled against her skin, a predatory smile but with affectionate expression. He shifted his focus to her neck giving a slow, long kiss just below her jawline.
Lyria let out a soft moan, her head tilting back against the door to give him better access. The sensation of his lips and the slight scratch of his manhood sent shivers racing down her spine. He began to trail kisses downward, marking her skin with soft, wet presses that made her toes curl.
"I want to show you everything," Harry whispered, his hands sliding down from the door to grip her waist. His palms were large and warm, squeezing her hips with a possessive firmness. "I want to take my time with you."
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. The confidence in his gaze was intoxicating, acting as an anchor for her shyness.
He reached down, his fingers finding the hem of her dress, slowly sliding the fabric upward. Lyria shivered as the cool air hit her skin, followed quickly by the searing heat of Harry's hand. He slid his palm up her thigh, his touch light and teasing, moving higher and higher until he reached the lace of her panties.
Lyria let out a small, shaky breath, her legs feeling like jelly. When Harry's fingers finally brushed against the damp silk covering her center, she jumped slightly, a small whimper escaping her lips.
"You're already so wet for me," Harry noted, his voice thick with desire. He didn't stop, instead pressing his middle finger firmly against her clit through the fabric.
Lyria's eyes fluttered shut. The sensation was overwhelming, concentrated spark of pleasure that radiated outward.
She arched her back, pressing herself into his hand, her shy reserve melting away under the onslaught of new sensations. She didn't know how to ask for more, but her body did it for her, grinding her hips instinctively against his finger.
Harry groaned, the sound guttural and hungry. He stepped back just enough to strip off his clothes with efficient, hurried movements. Lyria watched with wide, curious eyes as he shed his shirt and trousers, revealing a lean, muscular physique and a thick, pulsing cock that stood proud and rigid. She had seen pictures, but the reality of him, the veins tracing the length of his shaft, the glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip made her swallow hard.
"Come here," he commanded softly.
He reached for her, sliding her dress over her head and tossing it aside. Then, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one fluid motion. Lyria stood before him, trembling and exposed, her pale skin flushing a deep pink.
Harry took a moment to simply admire her, his eyes roaming over her breasts and the soft curve of her belly, landing finally on the neatly groomed hair between her legs, where her pussy was glistening and open.
He picked her up effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down on the soft sheets with a gentleness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes.
Harry crawled over her, his body a heavy, comforting weight. He started with her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
He sucked one deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip while his hand traveled down to her pussy. He parted her lips with two fingers, sliding them slowly into her tight, virgin heat.
Lyria gasped, her hips jerking upward. "It... it feels... full," she whispered, her voice strained.
"Just relax, baby," Harry murmured, his fingers curling inside her, finding the sensitive walls of her vagina. He began to pump his fingers in and out, a slow, steady rhythm that started to build a pressure in her gut. He used his thumb to rub her clit simultaneously, creating a symphony of pleasure that had Lyria sobbing softly, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow.
As she neared her first peak, Harry decided it was time. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance. Lyria looked up at him, a flash of fear crossing her face, but Harry leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, soothing her anxiety.
"I've got you," he whispered against her lips. "Just breathe."
Slowly, with agonizing patience, Harry began to push inside. Lyria felt a sharp sting, a sensation of being stretched to her limit. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Harry stopped immediately, staying still and kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, waiting for her body to adjust.
Harry stayed still for a few minutes, letting her get used to the feeling of him filling her. He watched her face, seeing the transition from shock to dazed, sensual pleasure.
When he saw her hips give a small, tentative tilt upward, he knew she was ready.
He began to move—slow, shallow strokes at first, easing her into the rhythm. With every thrust, the friction against her walls sent waves of heat through her.
"Ohhh... ahhhh, ahhh, Harry, yes." Lyria began to moan, the sound growing louder and more desperate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she could feel his chest against her breasts.
The pace increased. Harry's movements became more primal, his thrusts deeper and harder. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a wet, rhythmic thud.
Lyria was lost in it, the world narrowing down to the point where their bodies met. She felt the friction building, a coil of tension tightening in her lower belly.
"Harry... oh God, Harry!" she cried out, her voice breaking.
Harry groaned, his own pleasure reaching a breaking point. He gripped her thighs, pulling them back toward her chest to get even deeper. He hammered into her, his cock sliding through her tight, wet walls with a primal intensity.
Lyria felt the snap. A sudden, violent explosion of pleasure ripped through her, her vaginal walls clamping down on him in tight, rhythmic contractions.
She screamed into his shoulder, her entire body shaking as she experienced her first orgasm, a blinding white light of sensation that left her breathless.
The feeling of her pulsing around him was the final trigger for Harry. With one last, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural roar. He shuddered violently, his cock pulsing as he pumped load after load of hot, thick cum deep inside her, filling her.
They collapsed together, their breathing heavy and synchronized. Harry didn't pull out immediately; he stayed inside her, holding her close, their hearts beating as one.
Lyria felt a profound sense of peace and connection, the shyness of the afternoon replaced by a glowing, satisfied warmth. She looked up at him, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
But then came another feeling when she felt a mass of energy swirling in her stomach. It wasn't sexual but was instead related to her cultivation energy.
There was very little change in her surroundings, yet an insane amount of energy was building in her energy whirlpool.
She sat down, focusing on her energy whirlpool. She controlled it, making it denser and denser. The fading white light had changed into dense white energy.
As the energy started circulating through her body, it became stronger. Her meridians started forming. Pathways that had not existed before began appearing.
And with a boom, her body shook as she started breaking through the stages.
'Body Formation Level 8.
Body Formation Level 9.
Body Formation Level 10.'
She reached the peak of Body Formation in a blink. She herself was shocked by the speed. She had never seen anyone jump three stages in minutes.
Not even Harry, who was monstrously talented back then, had taken less than a year to break through three stages.
But it was not the end. She felt her growing energy swirling at an insane speed. She could feel her body shuddering from the feeling of being on the verge of bursting.
As she panicked, a hand came onto her stomach.
"It's time to make the dantian. Concentrate all the energy into a singularity. It will take a solid shape. The more energy you can concentrate in your dantian, the stronger you will become."
She felt her body relaxing as his soothing voice fell on her ear.
She followed his instructions, guiding all the energy from her body toward her belly.
"Guide it like it's your limb and keep it compressed in a single spot until all the energy comes under control."
Her mind cleared as all the energy that was scattered across her newly formed meridians started gathering at a single, tight spot.
In most cases, a person fails this process because of a lack of energy. But somehow, her mind was on the brink of breaking while the energy in her body was not even close to running out.
She tried to hold it all in a single point, but the sheer mass of energy slowly turned into a ball.
"Focus. Keep doing it. If it becomes bigger... it's better. Just try to keep it as dense as you can." Harry cheered as he ignored the system notification.
He was confused. Where did all this energy come from? If it were him, it would have made sense since he was slowly gathering the energy in his body. But he was unable to guide it through his meridians because of his injuries.
He was expecting exactly this condition from his body, but it was happening to her.
Time kept passing as Harry tried every way to motivate her. But the energy did not subside even after two hours.
As Lyria felt her consciousness fading, the energy inside her finally settled. If anyone could see it, they would be surprised by the sheer density and size of the dantian she had formed. It was a solid, almost palpable ball of white light.
It felt endless and was far denser than it should have been. Yet there was something even more surprising about this unnatural dantian.
It was a pure white light. It wasn't energy. It was something purer—a sparkling white light that looked holier than Dao.
It was hidden in her dantian amongst the other white energy.
Harry made her sleep, placing a pillow beneath her neck.
"You did great."
He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
When he felt that she was safe, he focused on his system notification.
[Quest Completed]
[Beginning the process of healing]
Harry didn't notice, but a pure white light surrounded his body as he felt a warm, soothing feeling spread across his body.
The feeling was one of ecstasy, as if he were in heaven. He didn't even realize it, but his meridians were healed in no time.
When he focused on his body, he tried channeling Qi through his meridians. His hand opened, then closed, as a layer of Qi formed a protective layer around his hand.
A smile spread across his face as he giggled.
Focusing on his dantian, he saw a peculiar thing. His dantian was already unmatched among his peers. But currently, it was almost empty.
The only thing he could notice was a sparkling, pure white light. It wasn't Qi, but something purer.
That's when he focused on the other notifications.
[Bond Skill Unlocked]
[Sacred Light Energy]
"It hurts a little," she whimpered.
"I know, sweetheart. Just a moment. Breathe with me."
Once he felt her muscles relax, he gave a slow, firm thrust, sliding deeper into her tight channel. Lyria let out a loud cry, her eyes snapping open, but as he settled fully inside her, the pain began to fade, replaced by an intense, filling sensation. She felt stretched, occupied, and completely claimed.