The Binding of Flesh and Spirit
Then, Victor attempted to glance at the [Stats] tab, and another blue screen glittered into being before his eyes.
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[Stats]
Attack Power : 100
Magic Power : 100
Vitality : 150
Agility : 50
Critical : 25
Charm : 200
Next Level Cultivation : -/100
Yang Qi: -/100
Yin Qi : -/100
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[Attack Power : Enhances brute strength, and all weapon attacks.]
[Magic Power : Increases the destructive potential of a magic skill.]
[Vitality : Increases stamina and body strength]
[Agility : Boosts speed.
[Critical : Boosts the probability to cause double damage, whether brute-force attacks, weapon attacks, and magic attacks.
[Charm : Boosts opposite sex attraction.
Victor grumbled to himself half-under his breath.
Hmm… it's actually like a game. I even have stats… and Yang Qi and Yin Qi seem like experience points. No HP or MP, though. Handy…
Before he could reason further, a sloppy slurp brought him back from his daze. His body stiffened. He looked down.".
Violet's silver hair fell like moonlight down his thighs, her violet eyes dancing wickedly as her mouth moved up and down his cock. Each lick of her tongue was brutal, tearing moans from his throat he could no longer keep inside. His fist pressed against the sheets, knuckles white, yet he didn't push her away.
He had been used, hired, and worshipped by women in his past life—but this spirit, this girl with silver hair and eyes that burned like twilight—felt different. Dangerous. Necessary.
Victor shook his head, trying to calm his mind, and swiped open another tab.
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[Cultivation Techniques]
Normal Cultivation Techniques
Dual Cultivation Techniques
Sex Techniques
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"Cough!" He choked, almost laughing, almost groaning, when his eyes landed on the last one.
"Sex techniques? You've got to be kidding me…"
Nevertheless, curiosity bothered him. He knocked it open.
Normal Cultivation Techniques:
Heavenly Senses : Improved hearing, scent, taste.
Heavenly Eyes : Perceive through illusions, gaze into objects.
Heavenly Transformation : Transform form into anything—animals, plants, even individuals.
Qi Absorption Method : Absorb the Qi of nature itself.
Scan : Reveal others' strengths and weaknesses.
Map : Create an area map, pinpointing others within.
Dual Cultivation Techniques
Sex Art : A secret two-way cultivation method—aftereffects only known when employed.
Pleasurable Finger : A method to arouse women beyond human limits.
Sex Techniques:
Sex Art : Scores of sexual forms.
Sterilization : Regulate fertility, switch off conception prevention.
Erection : Increase size, hardness, stamina.
Ejaculation : Regulate when and how release happens.
Victor's jaw dropped.
"Holy shit… aren't these too overpowered? Who the hell designed this system?"
A cold shiver ran through his body. "Ugh!" He made a small gasping sound, pushing forward as another orgasm wracked him as his body shook, heat spilling out of him uncontrollably. Violet swallowed him down greedily, her throat constricting around him until he subsided back, shaking, his second orgasm ripping through him.
She stepped back with a sultry pop, lips stained white, tongue lazily collecting each droplet. She licked her lips, eyes glinting and buzzing with pleasure as his semen flowed into her mouth. She stepped back with a taunting lick of her lips, a satisfied smirk creasing her face.
"Mm… your Yang essence is heavenly, Victor," she breathed, wiping the corner of her mouth with a finger she then slipped between her lips.
"You'll… exhaust me dry at this rate," he growled, half-reprimanding, half-confessing how fragile he was against her mouth.
Violet laughed, slipping her finger under his chin and nudging his head closer to her.
"I only take what I require. Now… did you finish searching?"
"Yeah. Stats, skills… I saw enough." His breathing was still harsh.
"Good," she breathed, eyes sparkling with something more. "Now you're ready to really bind with me."
Victor furrowed his brow. "Bind? What do you mean—"
She laughed softly, the humor light but laced with wickedness. "You've read the methods… then certainly you understand, to seal our bond, you must do more than allow me to drink from you." She leaned in close, her lips tickling his ear. "You must claim me."
The words hit him harder than her mouth had ever hit. His heart stuttered. He'd screwed thousands of women in the past—his former life had been nothing but perpetual flesh and hollow moans. But Violet wasn't mere flesh. She was beautiful, lethal, and completely intriguing.
And she desired him.
His dick twitched, still erect, swollen, pulsing for her though he'd already spilled twice. He couldn't help it—he wanted her too.
Violet's eyes narrowed, snatching at his hesitation. Her lips curved upwards in amusement, nearly teasing, but soft beneath the playfulness.
"If you don't feel up to it, I won't make you. I'll wait… until you're ready."
"No," Victor interrupted, urgent, raw. His voice cracked with hunger that he couldn't conceal. "Don't wait. I'm ready. I want you now."
Violet's eyes went wide with his outburst. For an instant, there was surprise instead of teasing on her face. Then she laughed, low and smooth.
"Then that's wonderful."
Her eyes gentled, though, a fleeting vulnerability flashing across.
"But before that… one thing. Are you ready to see my true form?"
Victor blinked, bewildered. "True form?"
She sighed, her eyelashes falling. For the first time, she was uncertain.
"This face, this body—it isn't truly mine. My real self is… different. Perhaps frightening. And for what we're about to do, I'll need to use that form."
The weight in her voice cut through him. She looked almost… afraid. Afraid he'd reject her.
Victor's chest constricted. Unthinking, he raised his hand—slow, tentative at first—and cupped her face. Heat flared under his hand. Her violet eyes met his, seeking, quivering a little as if to hope.
"Violet," he declared firmly, tenderly. "Don't fear. I'm not scared. Now on, you and me—one. A team. A family."
Her lips parted in shock. His words hung between them, heavy with truth. She blinked rapidly, then her face broke apart into something gentle, something almost childlike.
Both times in her life had someone told her such things. Both—and this was the second. She smiled, tender but brilliant, a smile imbued with the weight of thanks.
"Thank you, Victor," she murmured, moving to kiss his cheek.
Then she pulled back, regaining her composure. The playfulness returned, though her eyes still shimmered with emotion.
"Now then… sit cross-legged."
Victor arched a brow. "You're really mixing sex with meditation?"
"Trust me," she teased, snapping her fingers.
The air rippled. A raven-black circle, inscribed with intricate glowing run