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“Let’s make sure your body is in tip-top shape,” I said as I poured some massage oil which I refined with the pills. It was still helpful to her cultivation, but not enough to make it worthy of the materials it consumed. 

Yet, it wasn’t useless. 

“It’s … warm,”  she murmured as she sank her face to the pillow, her naked body under my control. I climbed to the bed, hovering above her after I got rid of my clothes as well. There was no ambiguity about what would happen. 

Yet, I didn’t hurry up. No matter how much I felt pent up, she had worked even harder. She deserved it to be about her … well, at least, the first session. My hands danced on her back gently, caressing her spine getting rid of her accumulated stress and strengthening her acupuncture points more. 

My fingers moved to her neck and shoulders, thinking of playing it slow. “Faster, please,” she moaned, the shyness in her voice incredible. 

As much as teasing her by slowing down even more would be fun, it was the first time she asked something of me, and I wanted to nurture her independence. And, it wasn’t like what she wanted was a great sacrifice. 

My hands sped up, exploring the sides of her beautiful breasts, her moans rising both in volume and frequency in quick order. Her moans rose. I could have kept my hands there, but variety was the key to the fun. 

Particularly when my new abilities allowed me to play her body like a well-tuned instrument. Thanks to them, every sensitive spot of her body was open to me like I was a pirate with a treasure map. I sat on her thighs, and my shaft landed on her ass. 

She started squirming helplessly, trying to hasten things even more. I expected her to ask for my help, but she did not. I had no intention of giving her an easy victory. “If you want something, beautiful, you have to ask.” 

She froze at my words, but my hands slid down, working on the small of her back, making tantalizing passes. Her moans rose. “I …” she started, which died just a quick. 

I chuckled as I continued at the same pace, no matter how her growing wetness called me. 

“I … more,” she whispered. 

“As you wish,” I said, but rather than giving what she wanted, I turned her over, which gave me another view of her beautiful body. I took the same position, which was even more overwhelming with eye contact. She blushed as I started caressing her breasts, making her moan even louder. “Tell me if you need more,” I said. 

She said nothing as I subjected her breasts to the same treatment her back received, but harder and faster. As I played with her nipples, her back arched, the pleasure hitting her hard. She squirmed helplessly under my touch, but it still took a long while for her to gather the courage to ask more. 

Not one to waste time, I leaned forward and captured her nipple between my lips, adding another layer to our little fun. It only pushed her closer to the climax … one that would not arrive without her express request. 

It took a while for her to realize that her eyes were wide open. “P-please,” she begged. 

“P-please, what?” I asked. 

“Do … it,”  she whispered. 

I chuckled even as I moved higher while I took the position for simple missionary fun, creating a line of kisses as I climbed up. Her collarbones, her neck, her cheek, yet I avoided her lips. “Do what, sweetie? You need to be more explicit. You’re the big bad martial artist, and I’m just a poor masseuse helping you.” 

“I … I want you to … fuck me. Please,” she begged. 

“As you wish,” I said as I grabbed her arms to spread them, and slid in. I sealed her lips with mine. She responded aggressively, showing that her lips weren’t as hesitant for tasks other than speaking. 

My hands stayed around her wrists, keeping her prisoner even though she had the raw strength to break me if she wanted. A fight would have been different, but this close, I was at her mercy. 

Something must be wrong with me because that made the moment even more tempting. I moved fast, invading her body aggressively until she started shuddering. Her climax. 

However, no matter how intense the pleasure was, it wasn’t enough to make her faint like the previous time, not with her current martial cultivation. 

I pulled out, letting her catch her breath for a moment — though my repeated kisses made that process far slower than it was supposed to be. 

“M-more,” she whispered 

This time, I ignored it as I lay down. “I’m tired,” I said. The disappointment on her face was beautiful. She looked like someone stole her favorite dessert, right after she took a spoonful to remind her just how good it tasted. I let my smile widen before I continued. “You’re going to have to work if you want the next one,” I added. 

Her expression of realization was incredible. She wanted, to but was still hesitant. I decided to help her somewhat. “Well, how about this,” I said and gave her a quick breakdown of reverse cowgirl. An easy position, that not only helped her to set the pace but also allowed her to look the other way, giving her a sense of privacy. 

Well, it would have been … if it wasn’t for the mirror at the corner, still allowing me an excellent view of her body, but she was too distracted to realize that detail. Her eyes were already closed. 

“Sit on it,” I ordered, helping her a bit more despite my initial intention. I was such a softie, right?

 Definitely. 

My reward for my extremely selfless actions was quick to arrive. She positioned her wetness as she slowly sank down, no doubt trying to perfect her task. She sank down, her warmth covering me while I enjoyed the view of her tight, glistening ass…

Then, she started moving. 

I couldn’t help but moan as she rode me hard, her hands already on my legs for leverage. I couldn’t help but realize that it was another benefit of the martial arts. She might be inexperienced when it came to sex, but her enhanced capabilities meant that she was still able to set her pace perfectly just after an explanation. 

She didn’t hold back, her amazing breasts dancing with each second, her beautiful folds wrapping me tight. At the same time, I was glad for my own cultivation, and the incredible control it granted to me. Otherwise, just her reflection in the mirror where she bit her lower lip to keep a moan down while her breasts danced, combined with her tightness, would have been enough for me to blow my load completely. 

Instead, I crossed my arms behind my back, enjoying the most incredible service I had received in … well, ever. 

If it wasn’t for my apothecary knowledge, I might have treated the moment differently. Luckily, that particular skill set had quite a few useful advantages. 

Rather than pulling out, I exploded in her. And, when she noticed that, she sank even deeper, taking all of it. It was glorious. 

I took a deep breath, enjoying the view as Pearyin trembled, already thinking of the next steps to celebrate her new realm. 

My new life might be far more dangerous than I even dared to imagine … but I was starting to believe that it was worth it…