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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 29

-VB-

My home life was not my only life.

I still operated as a hero, joining New Wave periodically as one of its members to patrol the streets and help the still ruined city.

As one of the few pure Brutes in the city, I went out and volunteered a lot in debris removal and demolition. Part of this was because the still flooded streets of Brockton Bay as well as the debris strewn about everywhere made any kind of large construction equipment hard to reach where they needed to be, but damaged buildings and debris still needed to be removed.

Of course, the city was only all too happy to have me working for them for free.

Actually, I spent more time these days working as a man-sized construction equipment than a bigger-than-life maskless hero.

It did, however, help me with my own cultivation training.

See, despite the fact that I got one-shotted by Leviathan’s direct attack, I still hung onto the Path of Stone, which was a plus.

There are downsides to life as well. I wasn’t sure why, but two things no longer worked for me: Roleplay Excellence and the Armor; the former just stopped responding and the latter broke down a few days after Leviathan’s attack. Without RE, I was left with what I already knew how to do and what this body knew how to do prior to my takeover. Without the armor, I was no longer capable of hitting above my weight class, but my weight class was in the A-tier anyways.

I digressed. I still walked the path of the tank, so to speak, because I still believed in it - as well as the fact that I didn't believe suddenly switching over to another path would be beneficial for my body without spending god knows how long to make that switch as seamless as possible. One of the consistent training methods for my path was to exercise physically in ever increasing intensity. Moving and hurling concrete boulders and steel beams? That was some good fucking exercise for me.

But I was also a man of the house before I was a hero, and as such, I turned in for the night like the rest of my team unlike the Protectorate heroes and the police who had to patrol the city wherever they could because it was their job.

I didn’t envy them at all.

-VB-

My home life was getting a bit more complicated, though.

“So let me get this straight.”

It’s been a week since Vicky last visited us and left flustered. Since then, Amy had become rather enthusiastic about certain ideas. I mean, I wasn’t complaining too much; a hot and bothered Amy was Amy who wanted me to “get in the bed and start pumping me already, you meathead!” Amy.

Tonight had been one of those nights, and we spent hours just making love to each other after dinner.

Alas, her enthusiasm came to a head today.

“You want me to … seduce Vicky.”

“Yes!” she answered giddily, bouncing away on top of me while our sexes made squelching noises from the bodily fluids that were everywhere at this point.

I rested my hands on her hips and began to pull her down, and she squealed as my dick stretched her pussy.

“It’s not l-like I want her to be sad! Y-You know she’ll be happy with us~!”

I let go of one cheek and pulled my hand up to grab a hold of her perky and jiggling tit. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and index finger and gave it a squeeze. She moaned, slumping forward even as her hips continued to bounce on top of me.

Amy panted as she came close to her climax again.

“More more more…~!” she moaned as she pressed herself down against my chest, squeezing her tits between us, and then kissed me.

With one hand on her back and another on her hips, I helped her pump herself on my dick, and after an uncontrollably rapid pace, she clamped down on me and orgasmed. I held down tight on her as I came into her vagina again for the fourth time tonight, and she mumbled incoherently.

“Fuck…” she mumbled as she tiredly pushed herself off of me before staring down with a satisfied small smile. “God, I love you, Alan.”

“Love you, too, Amy,” I grinned as I planted a brief kiss on her sweaty forehead, and ignored the way that my cultivator dick was still throbbing inside Amy and raring for more. Pulling out of her, I let myself calm down.

“You know my tits are perky as hell, right?”

“They are.”

“Vicky’s is perkier, and her ass is so fucking tight.”

I groaned when half-erect little-me came right back up to full size from that imagination alone. “Really?”

She giggled.

“You’re not going to stop until I actually try, aren’t you?”

“Nope, because I know all of us like each other.”

I sighed in faux-exasperation. No, wait, it was with genuine exasperation. Amy’s been more and more assertive lately. “Fine. I’ll at least try.”

“Try~?” she asked slyly. “You don’t even have to try. Just whisper into her ear about wanting to see her on your bed, and she’ll be there.”

“Your sister is not a slut-”

“Alan, you’ve been ‘dating’ her as far as I am concerned with your spars where your sweaty bodies are interlocking and pounding each other-”

I stared at her flatly. “Really?”

She giggled before resting on top of me. “I just want her to be happy, too.”

“All the better if she’s with us, huh?”

“Tots, yuh,” she drawled in her best Victoria impersonation.

“... Let’s shower. We’re sweaty and disgusting as shit right now.”