The fabrics were stunning. Even though I'm a complete beginner in this area, I could tell just by touching them. The master usually wore see-through, lightweight robes in front of me, appearing nearly naked, but whenever she left the valley, she was always fully covered. This time, she brought back both see-through cotton and thicker, solid fabrics.
My idea was good, but making it happen was tough. I wanted to craft sexy lingerie for Master, not just to make her look more tempting but also to help cultivate the 'qi' I'd worked so hard to build in my lower belly.
After entering the Foundation Building stage, I could slowly channel the 'qi' in my body. The master called this 'qi' True Essence, but my cultivation was still too low. Only when I condensed this 'qi' into a 'liquid' state and circulated it through my five major meridians and six minor vessels could I break through Foundation Building and step into the realm of Heart Awakening, the start of true immortality.
Condensing and refining, both are needed. Condensing depends on absorbing celestial essence or eating rare treasures. The first relies on natural talent, while the second is like forcing growth, shallow and unstable. Refining, though, requires constant practice and slow strengthening.
This is why the Master didn't mind me making "lingerie." Though she didn't know what lingerie was, she quietly approved of my plan.
My method for making undergarments was to control needles with 'qi' to sew clothes. I still clearly remember our first meeting, her flying through the air on her sword, commanding blades from afar to cut trees and break rocks. Those memories are carved deep in my mind. But my cultivation is too weak; controlling flying swords is beyond me. The only thing I can manage is an embroidery needle.
Don't feel bad, embroidery needles are pretty cool too! I told myself, trying to stay positive.
Lacking weaving skills and clumsy at 'sword-riding,' I quickly ruined all the fabrics Master brought back. Compared to my big dreams, the pile of sad, ruined scraps was a harsh reality.
Seeing my disappointment, Master simply patted my head. The next day, she brought another chest of fabrics and left a kind word. "Don't rush. Take your time. I'm still waiting to wear the clothes you make for me."
With Master's encouragement, I felt energized again.
Along with the box of fine fabrics, Master also brought back a mother and daughter. The elder mother was called Yun'er, and the younger was named Man'er. Though dressed in rough cloth clothes with hairpins carved from plain twigs, their beauty was clear. Yun'er was fair-skinned and lovely, and even Man'er, who looked about six or seven, was a cute Loli.
"These two are now in your care. From this day forward, you are responsible for their food and clothing."
Hearing Master's words, Yun'er promptly took Man'er's hand and bowed deeply before me with respect. "This humble woman, with her simple grace, hopes the young master will not look down on her."
Scratching my head, I saw Master's face showed no sign of joking. I had no choice but to accept.
I understood why Master arranged this. A few days earlier, maybe because I had reached a certain age or eaten better, I woke up and discovered, to my delight, my first morning erection!
This was amazing news! Running my hand over the bulge in my pants, I was thrilled. Though my dream of pinning Master beneath me and making her scream felt far off, at least I now had the starting point to take that first step.
Lost in thought, I couldn't help but picture Master's very beautiful, naked form. My hand, resting on my crotch, began to move on its own.
Just as I was reaching my peak, Master pushed open the door as usual, about to drag me out of bed for practice.
Holding my swollen cock, I locked eyes with her. At that moment, pleasure exploded. My red, swollen head pulsed, and thick, white semen shot out in bursts, splattering toward Master at the foot of the bed.
Staring at my expressionless Master, at the droplets of semen about to drip from her thin robe, I trembled in fear, certain my end had come. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strand of semen had landed right between her breasts. The thick, slightly strong-smelling fluid slid down the curve of her breast, an incredibly lewd sight.
I was doomed! My heart wailed, yet the rod between my legs grew even stiffer.
I expected her to yell, "Shameful disciple! You defy all morals! You deserve death!" Then strike me down with a palm that would destroy my soul. I closed my eyes, waiting for the end, but after a long moment, Master showed no anger.
Instead, she slowly approached, her pale hand pressing against the fiery rod straining beneath my waist. Her cool, jade-like fingers brushed the tip, sending shivers through my body.
Could it be… Could Master actually like younger boys, like me? My mind raced with wild thoughts, only to be let down when she merely wiped the leftover semen from my tip and helped me pull my pants back up.
"As cultivators, you must not waste your essence lightly. Though the technique I taught you does not forbid desire, the eternal cycle of yin and yang sustains life. Emptying your essence recklessly will, over time, leave you with a permanent weakness."
With that, she turned and left the room as if nothing had happened. As she stepped out, I thought I saw her flick something from her nipple with her finger before bringing it to her lips.