Yao Hong trekked back to the Dai Clan, his body buzzing with vitality despite leaving Dai Xiu tied up on the mountain peak. As he walked the winding paths through the clan's outer gardens, he focused inward, sensing his qi surging stronger than ever. To his astonishment, the familiar rush of dual cultivation had propelled him beyond Body Refining entirely—he was now at **Spirit Refinement Stage One**. *Holy shit, Spirit Refinement already?* he thought, grinning widely. *Fucking the Dai sisters and Tang Qiang must've supercharged my meridians. This dual cultivation thing is a cheat code.*
Upon reaching his quarters, he found Tang You standing by the door, his weathered face etched with concern. Yao Hong greeted him with a nod. "Morning, Tang You. Everything alright?"
Tang You bowed slightly. "Yao Hong, my daughter Tang Qiang is unwell today and on leave. Madam Huiling has summoned you to her chambers immediately."
Yao Hong frowned, his thoughts flickering to Tang Qiang's exhausted state that morning. *Sick? Or just worn out from last night?* He shrugged it off. "I'll meet Madam Huiling this evening, after I've cleaned up. Lead the way."
Tang You nodded, guiding him through the clan's ornate halls to Dai Huiling's chambers. Inside, the air was fragrant with jasmine tea, and Dai Huiling sat at a low table, sipping delicately from a porcelain cup. Beside her was another woman, roughly her age, with striking red hair tied in an elegant bun. Her figure was lean, almost willowy, with small, flat breasts but an outrageously large, rounded ass that strained against her emerald-green robe. Her sharp features and piercing eyes gave her an alluring, predatory air.
Dai Huiling set her cup down and smiled. "Yao Hong, meet my best friend from the Kang Clan, Kang Jie." She gestured to the red-haired woman, who was staring at Yao Hong, her lips parted slightly.
Kang Jie's heart fluttered as she took in his hulking frame—seven feet five, muscles bulging under his tight servant's robe, beard and long hair giving him a barbaric aura. She gulped, turning to Dai Huiling. *She wasn't joking—this man's a beast,* she thought, her thighs pressing together as a flush crept up her neck. "Huiling, I thought you were exaggerating, but... he's truly monstrous."
Dai Huiling laughed softly, beckoning Yao Hong to sit beside them. She poured him a cup of tea, her movements graceful but her eyes glinting with intent. "Yao Hong, Kang Jie was recently married, but she's... troubled. Her husband, well, he can't get hard—a cultivator's ailment from a botched meridian cleansing. She relies on servants for satisfaction. I'd like you to help her."
Kang Jie's cheeks reddened, but her gaze stayed locked on Yao Hong, desire flickering in her eyes. *Huiling's offering him to me? His size, that raw power... my husband's useless, and the servants are barely adequate. But this man—he could ruin me.*
Yao Hong took a sip of tea, hiding a smirk. *Another beauty in need? This clan's a paradise.* He nodded, his voice calm but confident. "Happy to help, Miss Huiling."
Without further ado, he stood and guided Kang Jie to the massive canopy bed in the corner of the chamber, its silk sheets shimmering under the lantern light. He tugged her robe off, revealing her lean frame, flat chest, and that impossibly large ass, plump and inviting. Kang Jie shivered under his gaze, her pussy already slick with anticipation. He shed his own robe, his nine-inch cock springing free, thick and veined.
Kang Jie gasped, her eyes widening. *Gods, it's enormous—bigger than any servant's, bigger than I imagined. It's going to split me in half.* Yao Hong positioned her on her back, spreading her legs as he aligned his cock with her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, stretching her tight walls to their limit. Kang Jie screamed loudly, her voice echoing through the chamber, a mix of pain and pleasure. *It's too big! My pussy's tearing apart, but it feels so good—filling me completely, hitting places I didn't know existed.*
He fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, her large ass jiggling with each thrust. Kang Jie's screams turned to moans, her body rocking beneath his massive frame. *No wonder Huiling favors him—this brute's a force of nature. My husband could never compare.*
After several minutes, Dai Huiling, her purple robe slipping to reveal more cleavage, joined them on the bed. "Don't hog him, Jie," she teased, shedding her robe entirely to reveal her curvaceous body. Yao Hong grinned, manhandling both women with ease—his strength amplified by his new Spirit Refinement cultivation. He pulled out of Kang Jie, flipping Dai Huiling onto her knees beside her friend, and entered her from behind, her pussy welcoming his girth with a wet squelch. He alternated between them, fucking Kang Jie missionary while fingering Huiling, then switching to pound Huiling's ass while Kang Jie sucked his balls. The threesome was a frenzy of limbs and moans—anal with Huiling, her tight ring clenching around him; missionary with Kang Jie, her screams peaking as she squirted; then both women riding him together, their bodies pressed against each other as he thrust upward.
*This is unreal—two gorgeous cultivators, one busty, one with an ass for days, both begging for my cock,* Yao Hong thought, his stamina endless. *Spirit Refinement's making me a god in bed.* Huiling's thoughts echoed: *Sharing him with Jie is perfect—his strength dominates us both.* Kang Jie's mind was a haze: *My pussy's ruined for anyone else; this beast is everything.*
They fucked through the afternoon, cum spilling inside both women multiple times—pussy and ass—until evening painted the sky orange. Exhausted, the women collapsed on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and fluids. Yao Hong stood, still brimming with vitality. "I need to go," he said, pulling on his robe. "Got things to handle."
Huiling and Kang Jie exchanged reluctant glances, their bodies too spent to protest. "Promise you'll come back tomorrow," Huiling said, her voice hoarse.
Kang Jie nodded, her red hair disheveled. "Please... we need more."
"Tomorrow," Yao Hong promised with a smirk, striding out of the chamber, leaving the two women panting and sated, already craving his return.
Yao Hong left Dai Huiling's chambers, his body thrumming with the rush of Spirit Refinement Stage One and the lingering satisfaction of the intense threesome. Before departing, he grabbed the voice-suppressing talisman Dai Xiu had left in his room, its faint qi glow still active. *Might come in handy,* he thought, tucking it into his robe. He set out for Dai City, guided by Tang You, who led him through the bustling clan grounds and into the sprawling streets of the city beyond. The journey was short, and soon they arrived at a three-story house, its architecture elegant yet modest, with intricate wooden carvings and a faint aura of protective arrays.
"This is Tang Qiang's home," Tang You said, gesturing to the building. "She lives here with her two sisters-in-law."
Yao Hong nodded, his expression neutral but his mind racing. *Checking on Qiang already? Perfect chance to see how she's holding up after last night.* "I'll go in and check on her wellness," he told Tang You. "You can head back."
Tang You bowed slightly, trusting Madam Huiling's favored servant. "Very well. Take care of my daughter." He turned and departed, leaving Yao Hong at the doorstep.
Yao Hong entered the house, and almost immediately, a man approached him—lean, with jade-like skin that glowed faintly under the lantern light, his physique slender and refined, his face handsome in the delicate, almost ethereal way typical of cultivators. *This must be Chen Wei, her husband,* Yao Hong thought, sizing him up. *Pretty boy, but no match for what Qiang wants now.*
"Who are you?" Chen Wei asked, his tone polite but wary, his eyes scanning Yao Hong's hulking frame.
Yao Hong flashed a reassuring smile, lying smoothly. "I'm a healer sent by Madam Dai Huiling to tend to Tang Qiang's illness."
At the mention of Huiling's name, Chen Wei's demeanor shifted to one of deference. He bowed deeply, his long hair falling forward. "Forgive my rudeness. If Madam Huiling sent you, please, come with me." He led Yao Hong up a staircase to a spacious bedroom where Tang Qiang lay on a cushioned bed, her green hair fanned out on the pillow, her face pale but flushing red the moment she saw Yao Hong.
Chen Wei stood by her side, concern etched on his face. "This healer was sent by Madam Huiling to help you, my love."
Tang Qiang's eyes locked onto Yao Hong's, a spark of recognition and desire flickering in them. *He's here... my Master,* she thought, her body warming despite her feigned weakness. *Pretending to be a healer? Clever. I'm already aching for him again.* She nodded weakly at her husband, playing along. "Thank you, Chen."
Yao Hong stepped forward, taking her wrist with a practiced air, as if checking her pulse. His touch sent a shiver through her, and he suppressed a smirk. After a moment, he turned to Chen Wei with a grave expression. "Her condition requires thorough treatment. It'll take all night, and I'll need privacy to focus. You should sleep elsewhere tonight—perhaps with your sisters-in-law downstairs."
Chen Wei's eyes widened slightly, but he bowed deeply again, gratitude in his voice. "Thank you, honored healer. Please do whatever it takes to restore her health." He retreated, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
The moment he was gone, Yao Hong locked the door and pressed the voice-suppressing talisman against it, its glow sealing the room from prying ears. He turned to Tang Qiang, his grin predatory. "Time to heal you, my dear servant."
Tang Qiang sat up, her flush deepening as she threw off the covers, revealing a thin silk gown that clung to her busty curves—her massive breasts straining against the fabric, her thick thighs parted slightly. *He's here to claim me again, and I'm ready,* she thought, her pussy already wet at the sight of his towering figure. "Please, Master... heal me thoroughly."
Yao Hong shed his robe in one swift motion, his nine-inch cock springing free, already hard and pulsing. Tang Qiang's gown followed, her voluptuous body bared to him—huge breasts swaying, nipples hard, her plump ass jiggling as she crawled toward him on the bed. They collided in a frenzy, Yao Hong lifting her effortlessly to pin her against the headboard, his cock plunging into her dripping pussy with a single thrust. She moaned loudly, the talisman ensuring her cries stayed contained.
*He's so big—stretching me again, filling every inch,* Tang Qiang thought, her body rocking against the headboard as he pounded into her. *Chen's seed could never compare; I need Master's strength, his potency.* Yao Hong fucked her relentlessly—missionary, then flipping her to doggy style, her ass high as he slammed into her, anal following when she begged for it, her tight ring gripping him as she squirted across the sheets. They fucked for hours, switching positions—cowgirl with her massive tits bouncing, reverse cowgirl with her ass slapping against his thighs—until Yao Hong came inside her pussy multiple times, each load thick and abundant, her womb overflowing.
By dawn, Tang Qiang lay sprawled on the bed, utterly exhausted, her green hair matted, body slick with sweat and cum, her breasts heaving as she panted. *He's ruined me for anyone else. I'll carry his child, no one else's.* Yao Hong, still brimming with vitality, smiled down at her curvaceous form. *Another boost to my cultivation—probably Spirit Refinement Stage Two soon. She's perfect.*
He dressed and left her to rest, the talisman still in place, confident that Chen Wei would remain oblivious to the true nature of her "healing."