Marcus survived the whole night chained to the cold stone altar. He was half naked, body shaking. The iron shackles had been dipped in some kind of yin pool, a dark thick liquid that never stopped dripping. Every drop that hit his skin felt like molten ice burning straight through flesh to bone. The cold worked deeper with every hour. His Qi Gathering fifth-stage cultivation was barely enough to keep him from breaking apart. His teeth chattered without stopping. Muscles cramped in sharp, painful spasms. Sweat froze the instant it left his pores, turning into tiny crystals that stabbed like needles. His breath came out in thick white clouds. The chamber smelled of wet stone, mildew, and the faint metallic taste of his own blood from raw wrists.
He cursed his luck. Cursed the Silence Lotus Yin Sect. Cursed the hunger growing inside him like something alive, growling and clawing, always demanding more yin. He had lost track of day and night. There was only endless darkness and the slow, relentless drip of yin poison.
When the stone door finally screeched open, pale morning light stabbed into the room like blades. A gust of freezing wind followed, carrying the sharp smell of medicinal herbs and thick, aroused female qi. Footsteps came next, slow and deliberate. Each heel click rang like a hammer on stone.
Lian Xueyin stood in front of him. Hood up, veil in place. Only her dark red eyes showed, shimmering like fresh blood in the dim light. She looked down at him with pure mockery. The air around her turned even colder. His breath froze on his lips and stung.
"Your life is spared. As I promised," she said. Her voice sliced through the silence. "But what happens next depends entirely on you."
Marcus's mind raced. He tried to call the dark voice in his head. Nothing answered. Just silence.
He swallowed. His throat felt raw and scratched. "I can give you half a million low-grade spirit coins. Let me leave."
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. Then she laughed, low and cold, full of amusement. The sound bounced off the stone walls and made his skin crawl. "Not enough."
Marcus clenched his teeth. "One million then."
"Not enough." The amusement in her voice grew darker. She stepped closer. The chill deepened. Frost formed on his eyelashes.
He exhaled slowly. His breath hung visible in the air. "That's all I have. All I can give."
Silence stretched out, heavy and dangerous. The only sounds were his ragged breathing and the faint drip of yin liquid somewhere in the shadows.
Then she spoke. "Finally you come to the point."
She moved even closer. The temperature plunged again. His breath turned into thick white clouds. Goosebumps broke out across his bare skin like fire. "I want you as my slave."
In her mind she already saw it. Once the slave seal was placed, she could tear every secret out of him. The potions. The sudden items. The strange power he kept hidden.
Marcus forced calm into his voice even though numbness was creeping up his legs. "I'm already a slave of Xue Lian."
Her smile stopped halfway. A thin thread of qi slipped from her fingertip and probed his body. It landed on the blood seal. She felt its structure, its strength. The qi felt like cold fingers sliding under his skin.
"It complicates things," she said. She thought for a long moment. "I can undo your seal. But it takes time. Resources. Effort."
Hope flickered in Marcus's chest, but caution crushed it quickly. What does this woman really want?
She went on. "I want that potion you gave me earlier. All of them if you have more. And you will become my slave. Only then will I let you leave this chamber."
Marcus's mind spun fast and desperate. An idea hit him.
"What if I can increase your cultivation? Help you break through?"
Her heartbeat jumped. He saw it for a split second under her robes. She had been stuck at Nascent Soul eighth level for decades and this is her maximum potential in this world. If she reached ninth level, peak Nascent Soul, the path to higher realms and God Transformation would open. A real chance to leave this small world.
Her voice turned darker. "If you can truly do that… I can promise not to make you my slave. But you will stay in my sect. Forever."
Marcus thought quickly. It was the best deal he could get. "Agreed."
Her eyes narrowed. "Then tell me the method. Before we finalize anything. How will you help me break through?"
Marcus hesitated. How do I say dual cultivation without her crushing my balls ?
He spoke carefully. "First I apologize in advance if you get offended. Just hear me out completely before you do anything."
She waited. Silent. Watching. The air grew colder still.
Marcus continued. "I have a special physique. Supreme Yang Physique. I have no spirit root… yet I can cultivate."
No reaction from her. He pushed forward.
"I was just a mortal a few days ago. But with this physique I advanced fast. What I did… was dual cultivate with my partners."
The moment the words left his mouth, her eyes flared red. Rage. Murderous intent.
The next instant her foot lashed out and landed directly on his crotch. She crushed down hard. His balls screamed. His vision whited out. Pain exploded through his lower body like fire. He thought they would turn to paste. The pressure was merciless. His sight started tunneling black at the edges.
She leaned down. Her voice dripped venom. "If your physique is so unique… why should I not simply tell my elders to refine you into a pill right now?"
Marcus gasped through the pain. His voice came out hoarse. "If you have a goose that lays golden eggs every day… why kill it?"
Her foot pressed harder. Then his stomach growled. Loud. Empty. Desperate.
She paused. Laughed again. Cold. Mocking. "Look who is hungry."
She lifted her foot. With a flick of her wrist the chains snapped open. All of them.
Marcus collapsed forward. Free. But his crotch was numb and throbbing. He could barely stand. His legs shook hard.
She flipped her storage ring. Clothes appeared. Food too. Steaming hot meat buns. Rice. Soup. The smell hit him like a drug, savory and rich and warm.
"You have two hours to restore yourself."
She mocked him one last time. "If you were just joking about what you said… I will first chop off your dick and feed it to you."
Her figure blurred and vanished. The door slammed shut.
Marcus cursed his luck again. He pulled on the robes and started eating like a starved animal. Two hours wasn't enough to fully recover, but it was something.
He opened the system panel. Kama points had reached 3700. Relief washed through him. At least one thing was going right.
He searched the mall and bought a low-grade healing pill for 1000 points.
He swallowed it. Warmth spread through his body right away. Weakness faded. Soreness disappeared. The welts on his wrists closed. The ache in his balls dulled to a distant throb.
He kept scrolling, looking for pills or techniques that could help with dual cultivation against someone like Lian Xueyin. He knew he might lose the fight, but he wanted every advantage he could get.
Nothing useful appeared. Most good items were locked behind high requirements.
He sighed, lay down on the altar, and took a nap. He didn't know if he would get rest again after this.
Two hours later the door screeched open.
Lian Xueyin stood there. Hood down. Veil gone.
Marcus stared.
Her face was slightly chubby but beautiful, cute in a dangerous way. Big rosy lips. Dark red eyes that burned like embers. Long black hair fell down her back. Her body… the loose black floral dress barely held it in. Thick powerful thighs. Slim waist. And above it… massive breasts, each the size of his head. They rose and fell with every breath. Heavy. Full. Impossible to look away from.
He swallowed. His throat felt dry, like a man lost in the desert.
She spoke, voice low and commanding. "What are you waiting for? Come. Let us start."
She leapt toward him, grabbed him by the collar. Everything blurred.
The next second they were in a huge room. A massive bed sat in the center. A chandelier gave dim, flickering light. The air here was warmer, heavy with her personal scent, lotus mixed with something darker and spicier.
She pointed to a side door. "Take a bath. Get ready."
Marcus nodded. He walked into the bath chamber. Hot water steamed from a large jade tub. Scented oils floated on top, lotus and faint musk. He sank in. The heat soaked into his muscles and washed away the last of the cold sweat and fear. He scrubbed hard, dried off, and stepped back into the main room.
Lian Xueyin waited. She was no longer in the loose black dress.
Her body was fully revealed. Thick powerful thighs. Slim waist at perfect golden ratio. Above it… huge breasts the size of his head. Pink nipples stood stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed faintly. Extreme Yin Physique radiated cold, seductive qi.
He was in a daze. He swallowed hard, like a man dying of thirst.
She spoke, voice husky. "Come. Let us begin."
Marcus walked forward and stood beside her. His trembling hand reached toward the strap on her shoulder.
He couldn't believe this was real.
His fingers brushed her skin. Warm. Soft. Electric.
With a small flick the strap fell. The dress slid down, barely holding those massive breasts.
They spilled free. Pink nipples stiff. Perfect.
Marcus stared, completely mesmerized.
He flicked off his own robe and stood naked in front of her.
Her eyes dropped to his cock. It stood straight, thick, leaking long glistening strands of precum.
It was her first time seeing something so huge.
She spoke, voice husky. "I'm not in the mood right now. You have to work for it."
Marcus bent down. He looked at her lower lips. Dry. Swollen. Untouched for centuries.
He leaned in and started sucking her outer lips gently, teasing.
At first there was no response. Then slowly her body warmed. A weak moan slipped out.
He parted her juicy lips with his tongue, slid inside, flicked and twisted, found her g-spot.
Her moans grew louder. Tangy raw juice coated his tongue.
He pushed two fingers deep inside, curled them, and sucked hard on her clit.
She moaned louder still. Her hips bucked. Her hands gripped his hair.
Finally she growled. "Start the main thing."
She lay back on the bed, legs spread. Her pussy glistened, beckoning.
Marcus took his cock, teased her clit with the head, rubbed it between her lips. Wet squishing sounds filled the room.
Then he pressed the tip against her entrance and pushed slowly.
Coldness wrapped around him. Her walls sucked him in, twisted, contracted, like wet cloth being wrung out.
When he bottomed out, fully sheathed, she grinned.
Marcus activated the dual cultivation method. He felt the cold yin essence rushing toward him. His yang flowed out in response.
The next second she moved.
Everything contracted at a certain frequency. He was caught off guard.
He reached climax. Not even one full thrust.
He ejaculated.
Then shock.
Powerful suction hit. Like a black hole. It drained his balls empty. Not a single drop escaped.
He pulled out. Nothing leaked from her entrance. Everything had vanished inside her.
She licked her lips.