The door clicked shut behind me like the final note of a funeral song.
Only this wasn't a death.
It was a warning.
Because standing on the other side of the room, stretching like a cat in front of a fireplace, was Eun Hae — turtleneck MILF, spiritual menace, and now… my roommate.
Let me repeat that:
I was rooming with the woman who once nearly broke my soul with a yoga pose and a smile.
"You're late," she said, not even turning around.
"I was… orienting."
"Mm." She bent further. The turtleneck stretched tight across her back. And her peaks — yes, those divine, bra-kissed peaks — spilled just enough above the fabric to make the System scream.
I looked away.
Sort of.
Mostly.
[SYSTEM WARNING]
YIN FIELD SATURATION: 61%
DORM TEMPERATURE: RISING
RECOMMENDATION: DO NOT STARE AT THE TACTICAL CLEAVAGE
The room was deceptively nice.
Two beds. A shared study table. One window.And a very obvious tension bubble that was definitely not Feng Shui compliant.
"You'll sleep there," she said, pointing to the left bed.
"And you?"
"Everywhere else."
"...That sounds vaguely threatening."
"It was meant to."
She walked toward me then — slow, deliberate, dangerous.
Her heels made no sound, but her aura did: a whisper of midnight, perfume, and don't-screw-up energy.
"You're still wearing her scent," she said softly.
"Yura's?"
"Mhm. It clings to you. Like silk. Or desperation."
"Well, she did just have a near-core collapse."
"And you fixed it with your… enthusiasm?"
I cleared my throat.
"We did what had to be done."
She stepped in closer.
Her hand reached up — not to slap, not to caress — but to brush the collar of my academy robe, straightening it with the care of someone adjusting a noose.
"You do realize," she said, voice velvet and iron, "that this school doesn't reward sentiment. If you fall in love too easily… you'll break."
"Too late for that," I muttered.
[SYSTEM INTERJECTION]
EMOTIONAL TURBULENCE: ELEVATED
NEW QUEST: SURVIVE THE NIGHT WITHOUT "ACCIDENTAL CULTIVATION"
She turned, finally giving me a little space to breathe.
"Strip."
My soul coughed.
"What."
"You smell like fear and orientation sweat. Shower. Now."
"...Are you going to watch?"
"Only if you cry."
I retreated to the shower like a broken disciple.
But the problem wasn't the water.
It was the thought of her.
Her voice. Her gaze. That turtleneck so tight I was convinced it had a contract with gravity.
I washed fast. Dried faster. And stepped back out—
Only to find her wearing something worse.
A black camisole.
No turtleneck.
No bra.
Just cold, confident, weaponized femininity.
She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg crossed, brushing her hair with long, practiced strokes.
"You're staring."
"You're glowing."
"Then look closer."
[SYSTEM DILEMMA DETECTED]
CHOICE: DO YOU ENGAGE WITH EUN HAE TONIGHT?
→ Yes (Unlock new skill: Yin Thread Interlace)
→ No (Delay bonding. Risk jealousy spiral and System backlash)
→ Attempt diplomacy with tea (You coward)
I crossed the room slowly.
Sat across from her.
She didn't flinch.
"You want to know why I pushed you so hard?" she asked, tone softer now. "Why I tease? Why I test?"
"Because you enjoy torturing fledgling cultivators?"
"Because I hate power that doesn't understand itself."
She looked at me then.
Really looked.
"I saw what you did for Yura. How you guided her core. Stabilized her emotions. That wasn't just sex. It was… control."
I swallowed.
"Are you asking me to do the same for you?"
She stood.
Stepped closer.
Her hand found mine.
"No," she whispered. "I'm asking if you can handle me without breaking yourself."
Then — she kissed me.
Slow.
Searing.
No invitation.
No warm-up.
She pulled me onto the bed.
She pinned me.
One push, and I was flat on my back, mattress creaking beneath me, breath caught in my throat. Her legs straddled my hips, skirt hiked high. The camisole slipped off her shoulder like it had given up resisting gravity.
Her eyes were pure wildfire.
She leaned down—lips brushing mine—but didn't kiss me yet.
"You still think this is your cultivation?" she whispered."No, boy. This is mine."
Then her hand moved.
Down my chest. Over the waistband of my pants. Hooking fingers in the elastic with slow, deadly precision.
In one practiced pull, she yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
"You get all hot and glowing for Yura," she whispered, sliding down my body, breath brushing skin. "Let's see how long you last when I take the reins."
[SYSTEM ALERT]
YIN COMPATIBILITY: CRITICALWARNING: PARTNER IS INITIATING A DOMINANCE FLIP
SPIRITUAL CORE EXPOSED
PREPARE FOR UNPREDICTABLE PHASE REVERSAL
But I wasn't going to stay passive forever.
When she leaned forward to claim my lips, I grabbed her waist, rolled her to the side in a practiced surge—and she laughed mid-kiss.
A deep, delighted sound that rattled straight through me.
I pinned her now, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone. Her camisole crumpled to her ribs.And then… my fingers found the band of her panties.
Black. Lacy. Criminal.
I didn't ask.
I slid them down. Slowly.
She didn't stop me.
She lifted her hips to help.
And when they hit her thighs, I kissed the inside of one, then the other, while peeling them away with my teeth.
She gasped.
Then hissed, "If you keep teasing me, I swear I'll—"
But she didn't finish.
I just grabbed her by the hips, flipped her under me.
I buried my face between them.
[SYSTEM ACTIVATION]
DUAL CULTIVATION PATH: TEMPEST FLOW
FOCUS: ORAL PLEASURE + YIN ABSORPTION
TARGET: EUN HAE (YIN PEAK TYPE)
I started slow.
Tongue flat, dragging upward through her soaked folds.
She gasped.
I found her clit with the flat of my tongue—slow and firm—and she trembled.
I circled her clit, sucking gently. Then harder.
Her hand slammed the headboard.
"F-fuck—Min-jae—don't stop— Don't you dare f*cking stop—!""
I didn't.
I locked my hands under her thighs, pulling her closer, devouring her.
Her moans broke open. Her thighs locked. Her hips bucked. Her moan became a curse caught in her throat.Her hips rolled against my face. She was shaking already—trembling like every stroke of my tongue was writing on her spine.
And then—
She screamed.
Not loud.
Raw.
Like something inside her snapped.
Her legs clamped around my ears, her hands clutched the sheets, She shattered in my mouth—loudly, helplessly and her climax crashed into me like a wave of molten Yin Qi.
I kept licking until she was thrashing under me, hips twitching, breath broken.
[SYSTEM SPIKE]
YIN QI RELEASE: 87%
EMOTIONAL BARRIER – BROKEN
EUN HAE'S CORE NOW VULNERABLE TO SPIRITUAL MERGE
I rose again, breathless, face damp with her heat.
She pulled me close, dragging her nails down my back.
"You think you won?" she growled.
Then, in one fierce, fluid move, she flipped me onto my back again—this time with fire in her eyes.
She gasped, twitching from her climax, breath ragged and legs still quivering.
But then—
She laughed. Low. Dangerous.
"Wait, I thought I—"
Her hands were already at my waist. Fingers pulling, tugging, yanking everything down with zero hesitation. My hardness sprang free, slick with pre-cultivation Qi.
And she looked at it like it was prey.
No hesitation. No warning.
She took me into her mouth with one smooth, sinful motion. She grabbed my length, eyes hungry, and dipped down.
I choked nearly losing control.
My back arched.
"Eun Hae—!"
She didn't tease. She didn't stop.
Her lips glided down my shaft with unbearable slowness, tongue swirling with every inch, every pulse. Warmth, suction, tongue—working in perfect rhythm, sliding deeper each time. One hand gripped my base. The other teased down my thigh—taunting me, owning me.
Then she pulled up with a slick pop.
"You taste like trouble... and honey" she whispered, eyes gleaming.
Then down again.
Faster.
Deeper.
Her throat flexed around me as she swallowed the tip, and my hands flew to her head on instinct—fingers threading through her damp, midnight hair.
She moaned against me, the vibration shooting lightning straight up my spine.
"You're gonna make me—"
I was seconds away from losing control when she pulled off, licking her lips.
A wicked smile.
"Not yet."
"You're not allowed to come yet," she said with a smirk. "That part's mine."
She gripped me—firm and sure—and angled herself over me.Her eyes locked to mine, lips parted as she hovered just above.
Then—She lowered herself.
Inch by slow inch, she sank down onto me, her body wrapping around mine with unbearable warmth.Her breath caught. My hands clenched the sheets.
She let out a trembling moan as she bottomed out, seated fully—claiming me in one slow, devastating push.
"Now," she whispered, breath shuddering, "you're mine."
She leaned forward, hands braced on my shoulders, eyes blazing.
Her breath hit my face with every moan as she began to move.Our bodies crashed together—skin slapping, breaths tangling—her pace quickening.Her moans rose with every thrust, every wet slap of heat meeting heat, faster now, desperate and consuming.
The tempo built.
Fast.
Faster.
She was fire and shadow—clutching me, squeezing around me, gasping as my hands roamed.
She cried out suddenly—a gasp, high and sharp—as her entire body seized.
Her first release came like a thunderclap.
Qi poured from her in waves, soaking into me.
Her walls clenched tighter with every motion.
I lost track of how long it lasted.
And when she came again—this time with a wild cry and her nails digging into my chest—I followed, finally letting the burst flood through both of us.
Her breasts bounced, her hair whipped, her hands pressed against my chest like she was trying to break into my soul.
And then—she leaned down and kissed me.
Desperate.
Tender.
Wild.
"I hate that I need this," she whispered against my lips.
"Then hate me harder," I murmured.
Her hips slammed down — once, twice — then faster, wilder.Her breath broke into fragments, her nails dragging fire down my chest.
"Min-jae—" she gasped. "I can't—don't stop—I'm—"
Her body arched like a bow, back taut, breasts lifting toward the ceiling as if she were offering herself to the heavens.A cry tore from her throat — not pain, but pleasure and release.Her entire form trembled with the force of it.
And then she collapsed — sweaty, shaking — her body melting onto mine, her heart hammering like a war drum between her ribs.
She kissed me once on the jaw.
"You lasted longer than I expected."
"You were worth every second," I murmured, brushing hair from her flushed face.
She chuckled softly, kissed me again — slow and deep — then whispered against my lips:
"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."
Before I could breathe a reply, she rose onto her knees, the blankets falling away like mist.
She straddled me with effortless grace — a goddess claiming her altar — gripping me in one hand, her eyes dark with hunger.
She guided me to her entrance.And then — slowly, torturously — she lowered herself.
Her breath caught in her throat.Her thighs trembled as she took me in, inch by aching inch, until we were fully joined once more.
Then came her moan — loud, broken, vulnerable — a sound that split the air like a confession.
I was inside her. Again.And it felt like drowning in fire and silk at once.
Hot. Tight. Overwhelming.
She began to ride me—slow at first, like she was savoring every inch, every stretch, every breathless second.
Then—faster.Then—harder.
Her rhythm built like a storm gaining fury. Her hips snapped down with every cry, her thighs slapping against me as her body lost control by choice.
Her breasts bounced with wild abandon, sweat glistening between them, dripping down her ribs as her head fell back in ecstasy.
"Min-jae—Min-jae—"
My name wasn't a word anymore. It was a chant. A plea. A lifeline.
Her voice broke. Her movements faltered. Her entire body trembled on the edge.
Tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer collapse of holding back.
So I sat up—wrapped my arms around her waist—held her tight against me.And drove myself into her. Deep. Precise. Unrelenting.
Again.And again.And again.
"More," she cried, her voice ragged, her entire body shaking with need.
Then—she clenched.
Hard.
Her entire form arched in my arms, nails digging into my back, teeth clenched against a scream she couldn't hold—
And her climax hit like lightning crashing through a dam.She shattered against me, her body locking, spasming, collapsing—And I held her through every wave.
[SYSTEM MERGE COMPLETE]
EUN HAE – SPIRITUAL BOND LEVEL II ACHIEVED
SKILL GAINED: "Yin-Thread Interlace"
+2 Spirit | +5 Charisma (Yin-type bonus)
NEW TITLE: "Stormbound Fool"
She collapsed against me, still pulsing around me, face buried in my neck.
I kissed her again—lips, cheek, neck, shoulder
Held her close.
She trembled in my arms for a long moment.
Then
After a long silence, she whispered against my chest:
"…You still think you can handle me?"
"No," I said, stroking her back. "But I think you needed someone who tries."
She didn't answer.
Just sighed.
And stayed close.