Marcus slept until well past noon. When he finally stirred the sun was already high. Afternoon light filtered through the paper screen in soft golden bars across the rumpled sheets. His body felt heavy deliciously used. Every muscle ached in that good way that reminded him of the night before. His balls felt empty drained hollow. A dull pleasant throb lingered between his legs. But a smug smile spread across his face anyway. He had conquered her. Completely. In one night.
He inhaled deeply. Sarah's scent still clung to the sheets. Faint jasmine. Sweat. The sweet musk of her release. She had left sometime in the early morning. The bed beside him was cool. But the memory of her body pressed against his her massive breasts pillowing his face her heartbeat thumping steady against his cheek lingered like a brand.
Then the dark voice rose inside his mind low amused mocking.
Well well look at you slowly becoming a grown man. But do not forget the promise you made to me.
Marcus cursed under his breath. "Fuck off."
But he knew the voice was right. He had made a deal. He owed it.
He sat up. Opened the system panel. Green numbers glowed across his vision.
Cultivation: Foundation Establishment – 3rd Stage Physique: Supreme Yang Physique – Perfected (100%) Favorability: Sarah Smith – 92% (Love) Kama Points: 3200 New Passive: God-Touched Resilience (Minor) – Increased resistance to bloodline suppression effects
He stared. Blinked. Then a slow grin spread. Two whole stages in one night. From 1st to 3rd. His dantian felt fuller denser qi circulated smoother. His meridians hummed with fresh power. Every breath pulled in ambient qi like a sponge.
Sarah's ancient god bloodline trace. That had to be it. The yin she poured into him during those endless rounds was pure potent. His Supreme Yang Physique had greedily converted it all. Strengthened his foundation beyond normal limits.
Kama Points: 3200
Still short. He needed 7000 total to buy the Body Cloning Cultivation Technique he had promised the dark voice. 3800 more to go.
He exhaled. Swung his legs off the bed. Stood. The ache in his thighs reminded him how hard she had ridden him. How many times she had forced him to climax. He shook his head. Smiled wider.
Worth it.
He pulled on fresh robes. Left the room.
In the hallway he met Sarah.
She stood near the staircase. Dressed in elegant crimson again. Hair pinned with jade. But her cheeks flushed the moment she saw him. She could not meet his eyes. Instead she walked straight to him. Wrapped her arms around his waist. Buried her face against his chest.
Marcus inhaled her fragrance. Jasmine. Warm skin. Faint trace of last night's sex. His favorite thing about her. She had given him her virginity. That would always hold a special place in his heart.
She spoke against his robe. Voice soft sweet.
"Thank you… for last night. For my breakthrough. I know it was because of your unique physique."
She lifted her head. Rose on her toes. Pressed her lips to his ear. Whispered hot and sultry.
"Tonight… I will be waiting for you."
Then she vanished. A flicker of qi. Gone. Like smoke.
Marcus stood there. Smiled. Blood already rushing south.
He left the auction building. Headed to his rented room. Took a long hot bath. Steam rose around him thick and fragrant with herbal oils. Warm water soothed sore muscles. The ache from being ridden to exhaustion slowly eased. He leaned back. Sighed. Thought about how he had barely held on last night. How she had almost broken him in the Amazon position. How he had activated Yang Resonance at the last moment just to survive.
Close call.
Clean and relaxed he dressed. Went to a nearby restaurant. Ordered spirit beast steak. Rich savory. Qi-infused. Every bite warmed his dantian. Strengthened his foundation further.
Evening came. He returned to Heaven Fire Forge.
The tall stout receptionist recognized him. Bowed slightly. Took the order slip. Went to the back. Returned with a sturdy wooden box.
Marcus opened it.
Inside lay every part he had ordered. Perfectly machined. Light durable qi-conductive alloy. Surfaces smooth as glass. Edges sharp enough to cut qi itself. He ran his fingers over them. Felt the faint hum of latent spiritual energy. Impressed. The blacksmiths here were efficient. Skilled.
He confirmed the quality. Paid the remaining balance. Left with the box under his arm.
Back in his room he locked the door. Spread everything on the table. Parts gleamed under lantern light. He took out the mid-tier array carving knife. The blade shimmered with contained thunder qi.
He started engraving.
Qi gathering array. Qi storage array. Explosion array. Thunder array. Lines precise. Runes symmetrical. At first his hand shook. Strokes clumsy. A few parts ruined. Scratched. Wasted.
But he learned fast. The Spirit Tech First Tier knowledge guided him. Muscle memory formed. Strokes became smoother. Runes cleaner. By midnight the table was covered in finished components. Ready for assembly.
Then the dark voice rose again. Low. Mocking.
You are forgetting something. Do not be a nerd.
Marcus jolted. Looked up. Remembered.
Sarah. Waiting. Tonight.
Blood surged south. Cock twitched. He cursed. Packed everything away. Bolted from the room like a dog in heat.
He raced through the streets. Used Shadow Steps when guards passed. Appeared in shadows. Vanished again. Reached the Smith Auction House. Slipped inside using the same silent bursts. Materialized in her private room.
Sarah stood near the bed. Tensed. Hand on a weapon hilt. Then she saw him. Relaxed. Smiled.
Marcus saw her gown. Black silk. Barely covering anything. Thighs glistening. Lower lips dripping honey. Fingers slick with her own juices.
She had been waiting. Touching herself.
Seeing him she spoke. Voice low sultry.
"You are late tonight."
Marcus crossed the room in two strides. Pulled her into his arms. Kissed her hard. Deep. Apology and hunger in every press of his lips.
Five minutes later they parted. Breathing ragged.
Sarah bit his earlobe. Whispered.
"Tonight… I will punish you. Get ready."
Blood roared in his ears. Cock stood straight like a log. Pressing against her belly through his robes.
She slipped out of her gown. Silk pooled at her feet. Naked. Glorious. Breasts heavy. Nipples stiff. Thighs slick. Pussy glistening.
Marcus stripped. Mimicked her.
He had planned many ways to punish her tonight. Dominate her. Make her beg.
All of it vanished the moment she moved.
She jumped him like a tiger on a fawn. Took control instantly. Extreme debauchery began.
She positioned herself in cowgirl. Took his entire cock in one smooth descent. A gasp escaped her. But Marcus clenched his teeth. It felt like his dick had entered soft hot jelly. Twisting. Pressing. Squeezing from every direction.
With that single thrust he nearly came. Barely held on. Cursed under his breath. "Fuck… what is this pussy…"
She started moving. Bouncing up and down. Breasts slapping against her chest. Wet claps filled the room. Only his grunts could be heard beneath her moans.
Then she spun into reverse cowgirl. Pounded him harder. Faster. Her ass rippled with every descent. Walls milked him mercilessly.
Marcus tried to fight back. Thrust upward. She moaned. But she never slowed. Hammered him relentlessly.
He felt her dripping pussy tighten. Knew she was orgasming. But she gave him no rest. No chance to take charge. Continued riding through her climax.
Marcus gritted his teeth. Activated Profound Yang Resonance Thrust.
His cock swelled. Vibrated. Golden veins pulsed. He matched her. Thrust for thrust. Split her cunt apart.
She moaned in ecstasy. But he knew he could not keep the skill active forever.
So when she orgasmed again he seized the moment. Flipped her beneath him. Hand around her throat. Not choking. Just possessive. Rammed into her hard. Filled her womb multiple times. She climaxed again and again. But he did not stop. Continued for two full hours.
Multiple positions. Relentless. Until both gasped for breath. Lying tangled together. Sweating. Spent.
Marcus sighed. He had kept up. Satisfied her. Made huge gains from the dual cultivation.
But Sarah moved again.
The dark voice laughed inside his head.
Get ready to become her cauldron. She will refine you into a fine one. Hah hahaha.
Marcus cursed. "You motherfucker—"
Before he could finish she grabbed his ankles. Adjusted her position. Placed his cock at her entrance once more.
Amazon position.
Marcus's weakness.
Each time he had entered this position before he reached the nine heavens in moments. She had figured it out from last night. Now she used it against him.
Regret flooded him. No Yang Resonance ready yet. No escape.
She dropped.
All eight inches buried in one savage plunge. Her walls clamped. Twisted. Milked.
Marcus cried out like a slaughtered pig.
The sound gradually diminished as the night wore on.
First Xue Lian had tortured him to near death. Now Sarah was finishing the job.
Fuck. Why was he so unlucky to encounter women with such high sexual drive?
He saw the system warnings flashing. His vitality dropping. Balls drained empty again.
But her ancient god bloodline purified further. Gave her inexhaustible stamina.
She rode him mercilessly. Relentless. Until the first light of dawn crept through the window once more.
One step closer.