He Lu World
He Lu was a sad man. He lived his life as a sad broken man and he died as one. Thankfully for me, he died right as I achieved a heaven defying death by Snu-Snu while being smothered under the ass of a Latina business women. Her business was providing her bodily fluids for money. Which makes good financial sense, I guess.
Being reincarnated as He Lu was not on the top of my list of things I want to do again, those being sniffing the armpits of a sweaty Violet Myers, Checking out one of those Korean Soapland's like Gold, and eating some overpriced BBQ at Franklin's.
As you might recall, He Lu was a sad man? That was because he lacked the financial resources to obtain some primo Ass cheeks to sniff upon. Also financial resources for food and stuff. He lived in an abandoned cottage high up on a mountain, with a goat. I really hope the goat wasn't a "partner" for him, because it has been giving me some weird cross-eyed looks since I woke up screaming in this body. I swear to God if this goat licks my toe again, I will scream. He was also a sad man because this is a fucking cultivation world and he never ignited his Dantian. I should do some initial expose to try to explain the inner working of this cultivation world and the various levels and what not, but I am not done freaking out yet.
Coming back to Gold – Its is a soapland (A massage parlor) where they have what is called a Party pack. Mostly Japanese guys hit it, and basically you get serviced in the corridor by a bunch of chicks at the same time in the presence of your countrymen who are also getting serviced. There are layers to this, but that's for later.
The room was in a terrible state, with the roof leaking in places as the storm raged. He Lu or technically, now mine – body was near malnourished. Atleast the hair was still there even if it was cut short.
First port of call is very important in these type of situations. These are the things that establish the type of person you are. Most people in my place will either try to gather resources, try to ignite their dantian or look for people to gather information from.
Me? I was going to jerk it. I needed to know if my bells and whistles were working or if I needed to rope myself immediately. I closed my eyes, and grasped my schlong at the base. A few strokes had no effect. Size wise, it felt ok and there were 2 balls attached to the base. Sadly, no erection. Ok, maybe I need some stimuli? I tried remembering the Korean baddie in that casino hotel in Macau who used to give the sloppiest of tops I have ever received. The feeling of her wet fingers gently rubbing the tip with practiced motion, her hot breath on the base and tongue rubbing on the balls.
Oh yes! we have dick ignition.
The goat had wandered back and was too close to my face, looking at me expectedly. Is this goat trained for kissing when He Lu used to jerk it? I am never beating the goat humper allegations with this shit.
I got off the bed after pushing the goat away and walked towards the door. A storm had just ended. I looked around outside, and there was nothing much of value. A small well, a small chicken coop and a run-down path stretching down. The view was nice atleast, showing a populated city. Next thing to do is check out the cost of a local hooker and how much money I need to earn to hire them.