Chapter 3: The Silent Dance of DesireThe Silent Dance of Desire
The atmosphere at the dining table was, as always, subtle.
Mother's white gauze long dress shimmered with a gentle glow in the light streaming through the window, faintly outlining her perfect curves. The large opening at her chest rose and fell with her breathing, frequently revealing large swaths of snow-white skin. Those two red cherries, faintly visible beneath the thin gauze, seemed like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.
Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother pretended to be engrossed in their meal, but their gazes always snuck glances at Mother. Their eyes seemed to burn with heat, a heat so tangible it made a blush appear on Mother's cheeks, as enchanting as the evening clouds on the horizon.
No one could blame them. With the mysterious Beast Desire Technique, once cultivation began, the practitioner would fall into a state like a female beast in heat, radiating an indescribable charm that naturally attracted all nearby males. What's more, Mother was already a first-class beauty, and Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother were just ordinary men how could they possibly have the willpower to suppress the surging desires within?
Suddenly, a chopstick fell to the ground with a "clatter." Senior Brother tensed and quickly bent down to retrieve it. Mother immediately seemed a bit flustered, her breathing becoming more rapid.
Because last time Senior Brother went under the table, she had clearly and keenly felt a warm breath gently brush over her slightly raised foot. That warmth was so real, as if someone was gently blowing on her toes, and then she felt as if her foot was accidentally touched. That tingling sensation instantly spread from her sole, and she instinctively retracted her foot.
But this time, a seductive voice seemed to whisper in her heart, "So what if you let him touch you? Isn't it yourself who feels good?"
Mother stopped trying to pull her foot back and just froze there, her cheeks growing even hotter. That small foot twisted restlessly under the table, as if responding to something. Even in the dimness under the table, her fair instep and blue veins were visible, her beautiful toes curling slightly, like a silent invitation.
I asked anxiously, "Mom, what did Senior Brother do under the table?"
Mother's breathing grew rapid, her cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath and whispered, "He sucked on my toes, licking them like a puppy, even licking between my toes. Ugh, it's so annoying, he got my foot all wet with his saliva." Her fingers unconsciously stroked her toes, mimicking Senior Brother's actions.
Though Mother complained, her shy expression said it all.
I imagined Senior Brother, taking advantage of bending down, indulging in Mother's little feet. Those tender toes, changing shape under his lips and tongue, making Mother let out faint moans. Thinking of this, my breathing became heavy.
The green ring on my finger was now pouring mysterious energy into my body, repairing the damage I'd suffered from recklessly using techniques beyond my level. I hadn't told Mother about my earlier rashness or its consequences; I couldn't bear to make her worry. If Mother hadn't woken me at the critical moment, and if the ring hadn't replenished my body, I might not have survived.
"What happened after that?"
"After that... your Senior Brother just kept licking under the table. I could only pretend nothing was happening and keep eating, enduring it in my heart. I kept telling myself, you were practicing, I couldn't disturb you. I just kept enduring, until finally, without realizing it, I started chanting in my heart, and then you heard those things."
"Hehe." I scratched my head, grinning foolishly, then continued, "Mom, if you ever have anything on your mind, you can just tell me. Don't worry about anything else."
"You just want to hear it, you rascal." Mother gave me a glare, her beautiful face even redder.
My little scheme was exposed, and my face turned bright red as I nodded sheepishly.
"Go on, I'm going to nap. I need to practice again after I wake up." Mother's face flushed as she waved me away, as if shooing me out.
"Oh, okay. I'm tired from practice too, I'll go rest." I replied, turning to leave.
I was indeed exhausted. Thinking back to what happened on the training ground, it really was a brush with death. I lowered my head, looking at the injured green ring, my heart full of gratitude. That moment of danger was still vivid in my mind. Without this ring, I might have died. Even now, just thinking about it made me shudder.
"I mustn't take risks. I have to play it safe."
Back in my room, I felt as if all my energy had been drained. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.
I slept soundly, undisturbed by dreams, as if my body had entered repair mode, needing sleep to recover my vitality.
When I finally woke up, it was already the next day. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning sun shone through the window, casting a faint halo over everything. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Lying in bed, I stretched, then tried moving my body. To my delight, I found the damage to my meridians had mostly healed. Remembering yesterday's danger, I marveled again at the green energy's power. After getting up, I washed up briefly. The cool water on my face completely cleared away the last traces of sleepiness.
I picked up my sword and headed for the training ground, looking forward to today's morning practice.
When I arrived, I found Mother and the two Senior Brothers were already there. I hurried over, noticing all three of them had subtle expressions. Mother's face was slightly red as she stared at me, using a stern tone: "What are you looking at? Next time you're late, I'll punish you."
I pretended to lower my head, sneaking a glance at the Senior Brothers. Their faces no longer showed fear, but happiness and excitement. I also noticed that when Mother looked at Senior Brother or Second Senior Brother, she had a shy, girlish look, like the ambiguous glances between men and women just starting to get close. What happened while I was resting?
I could understand Mother and Senior Brother she'd already tacitly allowed him at the meal. But what about Second Senior Brother? What did he do to make Mother look at him that way?
While I was lost in thought, Mother's voice rang out: "Yesterday... that set of... body techniques... did any of you learn it?"
"No."
"No, please, Mistress, show us again."
The Senior Brothers had reverted to calling her Mistress. When Father was alive, that's what they always called her, but later the cold-faced Sword Immortal made them call her Master, perhaps because "Mistress" reminded her of her husband. It seemed they were a loving couple.
Mother looked at the two disciples, clearly understanding what was on their minds, then turned to me. "What about you? Are you as useless as your two Senior Brothers, didn't learn it either?"
Ahem, with those random dance moves and casual martial arts imitations, how could anyone learn it in one go? Besides, I knew it was fake, so of course I didn't learn it. "No... I didn't learn it."
"Hmph." Mother's coquettish snort rang in my mind, then she said, "Baby, you're ganging up with them to bully me."
"I didn't! I really didn't learn it."
"Hmph."
Mother didn't say more, knowing what she had to do next. Her face flushed, cheeks burning, she said, "I'll demonstrate again, watch carefully."
She began to dance, her slender waist twisting, her hips swaying, her full breasts occasionally bouncing up and down, sometimes revealing the areola, sometimes nearly exposing her nipples. The Senior Brothers, when they didn't see a nipple, immediately looked disappointed. When Mother spun, the gauze covering her crotch almost flew up, but she was prepared, covering herself with her hand. The flying gauze revealed large swathes of skin, her white, glossy thighs exposed. Although she covered her triangle with her hand, the allure remained undiminished. The tents in the Senior Brothers' pants quietly rose. In fact, this time teaching the body technique was different from before this dance was one Mother had learned before. This time, it was more like a performance, a show for the three men before her.
When Mother finished, applause broke out. She wiped the sweat from her blushing face with her sleeve. "Alright, practice on your own."
She then left the training ground and returned to her boudoir.
The three of us practiced as usual for a while, then the Senior Brothers went to cook. Because my realm had improved but my foundation was unsteady, I sat in the training ground, honing my skills, occasionally picking up my sword to practice the Azure Sword Technique.
Time passed quickly. Mother's voice sounded in my mind: "Son, breakfast."
"Mom, have Senior Brother bring the food here. I'll eat here."
"Oh, don't overdo it."
"Don't worry."
"Hmph, you rascal, you're doing this on purpose, giving your Senior Brothers a chance?"
Mother seemed to realize something and questioned me.
"Hehe, I thought they might be shy with me around. Oh, by the way, Mom, I slept so long yesterday did anything happen?"
There was a moment of silence. "Looks like my son is observant, you noticed."
I could tell Mother was forcing herself to sound calm, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. When she confirmed it, my heart trembled. "What happened?"
"It's just... just..." She hesitated, embarrassed, but before I could ask, she continued, "After you left, I napped too. When I woke up, your clever Second Senior Brother asked if I needed a bath. I thought, I've been here a few days and haven't had a hot bath, so I agreed. He boiled water and filled the tub, and I soaked comfortably."
"That's it? Don't tell me that's all."
"Hmph, that's all."
"Hehe, good Mom, world's most beautiful woman, number one sword immortal." I flattered her, hoping she'd tell me more.
"Nope, let you stew, you little pervert."
"Mom, if you keep this up, I'll go crazy from cultivating."
Hearing that, she stopped teasing me. "The bath was nice, but I was too dirty. Just soaking wasn't enough, so I thought of having you scrub my back. I told your Second Senior Brother, who was at the door, to get you, but you were still asleep, so I had to bear it till next time."
"And then?"
I asked eagerly. "Then, unexpectedly, your Second Senior Brother asked if I needed help scrubbing my back. I can't believe he dared say it."
"And you agreed?"
"Mm, I don't know why, but I agreed."
I chuckled in the training ground, and maybe Mother heard me, because she scolded in my mind, "Little pervert, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, just imagining Second Senior Brother's look made me laugh."
"It was funny. He even bumped his foot, but forced himself to bear it, walked to the tub, and finally, with my hint, got behind me... and started scrubbing my back."
"Hahaha. Okay, then what?"
"Then... I was lying on the edge of the tub, and he was scrubbing my back. I'd never had a strange man scrub my back before, it was so embarrassing."
I didn't say anything, just listened quietly. "As I lay there, bored, I looked down and saw a huge bulge in your Second Senior Brother's pants. I couldn't help but smack it."
I was nearly rolling with laughter, but tried to control myself so Mother wouldn't think I was mocking her and stop talking. "That startled him, he reflexively stepped back, but then seemed to think it through and came back, acting like nothing happened, kept scrubbing my back, and asked if the pressure was okay." Mother paused, then continued, "I told him, 'You can use more strength, like this,' and then smacked his big stick again. This time he just bent a little and went back to normal."
Mother's description was funny, but I also caught a detail.
"Big stick?"
I repeated the term in my mind. I knew she meant Second Senior Brother's cock, but using "big stick" meant she knew its size. "Ah, mm, mm, that thing's like a big stick, thick and long."
"You saw it?"
"No... no."
"Then how do you know?"
"Oh, you little brat, teasing your mom."
"No, it's just you didn't explain clearly, so I had to ask."
"Hmph... it's just... the bath was so comfortable, then I changed position, not lying on the edge anymore, but leaning back..."
So, Second Senior Brother, who'd been scrubbing her back, felt Mother turn in the tub, and went from scrubbing her back to scrubbing her chest...
Thinking of this, my breathing quickened, blood rushing. Fortunately, this was a mental conversation if it were out loud, my throat would be too dry to speak. "And then?"
"Then... your Second Senior Brother noticed, paused for a few seconds, then started scrubbing my front."
Just as I thought, Mother continued:
"Finally... finally... he threw away the towel and used his hands to rub my breasts..."
I panted, waiting for her to go on. "His hands were gentle, made me feel really good. Then, I took my hand out of the tub, reached down the outside, and grabbed his big cock. I thought, wow, it's really big, thick and hard..."
By now, my crotch was already tented, my cock aching with arousal, but I kept listening to Mother's story. "Then I unconsciously started stroking him, but it was hard through his pants, so I reached into his pants... it was even hotter and harder, I could feel every vein... After a few minutes, he came, a lot, the whole little bathhouse filled with the smell of his semen, but I actually liked the smell. After he finished, he left, knowing when to stop, but it left me feeling so unsatisfied..."
When Mother finished, I asked in my mind, "So what did you do after?"
Mother seemed surprised I'd ask, and after a few seconds replied:
"No... not telling you."
Chapter 4: Shadows Beneath the Morning Sun (18+)Shadows Beneath the Morning Sun
At dawn, the sun slowly rose, warm sunlight spilling down as the dew on the tips of grass blades turned to transparent vapor, vanishing into the ever-warming world.
I rested for a while in the training ground, drenched in sweat, my clothes soaked and clinging to my back. At that moment, hurried footsteps approached it was Second Senior Brother rushing over.
Second Senior Brother steadily carried a food box, came up to me with a caring look, and said, "Junior Brother, you've been practicing so long, you must be hungry. Eat something." He gently set the box on a stone bench nearby and opened the lid.
I leaned over to look just a few simple vegetarian dishes and some coarse-grain cakes, the food still steaming.
After setting down the meal, Second Senior Brother pursed his lips slightly, as if he'd finished an important task, and turned to leave.
I quickly called out, "Second Senior Brother, wait!" He stopped abruptly, his body freezing.
After a while, he slowly turned around, the caring look gone, replaced by nervousness and discomfort. His eyes darted everywhere, sometimes at the ground, sometimes into the distance, but never at me like a kid who'd broken a precious vase, feeling guilty and afraid of being scolded, or as if he were hiding something that was about to be discovered.
Trying to ease the mood, I casually asked,
"Second Senior Brother, what's it like down the mountain?"
He lifted his head slightly, a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and slowly said,
"A few years ago, some refugees came to the outer gate at the foot of the mountain, just ordinary folks. Because of war and disasters, they lost their land and fled to our outer gate area, starting to clear land and farm to survive. At first, the sect pitied their hardship and let them farm for free, but later, the sect wasn't doing well either, with fewer people and less income, so we started charging a token rent. That's how they settled there. Now there are a dozen or so families, forming a small village, living pretty well. If you walk five li east from the village, there's a bustling town, with shops selling cloth, herbal pharmacies, and stalls full of fresh vegetables and fruit, with crowds and carriages everywhere."
My curiosity grew, so I tilted my head and asked,
"Is there any government there?"
Second Senior Brother stroked his chin, thought for a while, and replied,
"There is, but we basically don't deal with the government. Cultivation sects usually only manage their own cultivation and sect affairs, not getting involved in mundane matters. The government handles the common people security, taxes, that sort of thing. The imperial government is huge and complex, from county offices to prefectures, each level overseeing the next. There seems to be a tacit understanding between the government and cultivation sects. The government doesn't interfere in sect matters as long as the sects behave and don't use their skills to do evil. Sects manage their own affairs, which is why the cultivation world and the mundane world can coexist peacefully. After all, cultivators are too powerful; if the government meddled in sect affairs and a conflict broke out, it'd be disastrous. Likewise, if sects meddled in mundane affairs, it would mess up the normal social order."
Second Senior Brother then frowned, looked at me with concern, and said,
"Junior Brother, focusing on cultivation is good, but you must take care of your body. Our sect has this mountain as protection, and the surrounding refugees pay rent, so at least we don't have to worry about food and drink. The cultivation path is long and hard; if you hurt yourself from overtraining, it's not worth it. The body is the foundation of cultivation only with a healthy body can you go far and steady on this road. Don't just think about quick results; sometimes you need to stop and rest."
I frowned too and replied seriously,
"Second Senior Brother, have you thought that our sect might be in danger? There are so few of us, the glory days are gone, and there's no real expert holding the fort. In a world full of power struggles, we're like a piece of fat meat in the open. Those with bad intentions and ambition must be eyeing us, maybe already plotting in some corner, just waiting for the right time to pounce like wolves. The sect's resources and this good land they're all things others might want. We can't just be carefree anymore; we need to plan ahead, or we'll regret it when trouble comes."
Second Senior Brother sighed softly, nodded, his eyes full of helplessness and emotion, and slowly said,
"You're right, Junior Brother. But the cultivation path is too hard. Very few can become cultivators one in a thousand, even one in ten thousand isn't an exaggeration. Take us, for example: Senior Brother and I have never slacked off, always practicing hard whenever we can, but we're still stuck at the Qi Refining stage after more than ten years, unable to support the sect. We're like lost in a maze, searching everywhere but unable to break through. The hardship and difficulty, only those who experience it know. So many days and nights, hoping to make progress, only to be disappointed again and again. Cultivation requires not just talent, but luck and perseverance missing any one of them won't do."
He paused, then added,
"A few days ago Mistress said you broke through, so from now on, the sect may depend on you alone. It'll be hard on you, Junior Brother."
I understood, my fingers unconsciously rubbing the green ring on my hand. The ring was cold; I thought to myself, if not for the mysterious, powerful green energy inside, I'd probably still be struggling on the path like Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother.
Second Senior Brother patted my shoulder and said,
"Don't let the food get cold, eat while it's hot." Then he turned and slowly walked out of the training ground along the winding path.
I watched him go, then took a deep breath, pushing aside all the messy thoughts.
After eating my fill, I gripped my sword tightly. The sound of the blade scraping the scabbard rang clear, as if urging me to start a new round of cultivation.
After several days of training, with the help of the ring's mysterious power, I could feel the Golden Core realm was within reach. Spiritual power surged inside me, as if trying to break through something, crashing through my meridians, wave after wave battering the barrier to the Golden Core realm. Each time I circulated my power, my body tingled, as if slowly transforming. But though I was just one step away, that step felt as hard as reaching the sky. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
These days, Mother had ordered a stop to morning practice, saying she didn't want to get up so early. Second Senior Brother seemed to be pondering something; today he'd gone down to the town and hadn't come back yet. Senior Brother wasn't so well-behaved always "accidentally" dropping his chopsticks to taste his "delicacy." At night, he'd even heat up a basin of water, carrying a big log to give Mother a foot bath. He'd become a total "jailer."
At night, I sat upright in my room, the only light the flickering lamp, shadows swaying on the walls. I focused on running the Azure Sword Technique, trying to break through to Golden Core. As I was immersed in the flow and guidance of spiritual power, Mother's smiling, slightly lazy voice sounded in my mind:
"Son, your Senior Brother just made a request of me."
I sat quietly, Mother's words grabbing my heart like an invisible hand. I didn't know if it was nervousness or excitement, but my heart pounded, blood racing, my whole body feeling slightly feverish. The silence was so deep I could hear my own heavy breathing. I didn't rush to answer, waiting for what Mother would say next.
"I agreed to him."
Although I didn't know what Mother had agreed to, that pleasure always fascinated me, and the green energy in the ring began to surge rapidly into my body.
"Son, do you want to watch? If you do... come outside my room and peek, but don't startle your Senior Brother."
After hearing this, I licked my dry lips, coughed to clear my throat, stood up, and went outside. The night wind was cool, but it couldn't cool the fire inside me. I flipped a few times and arrived at Mother's bedroom door.
I quietly crouched at the crack of the wooden door to peek inside. The candlelight flickered, casting a hazy glow on the walls.
Mother sat on the edge of the bed, her expression playful, half-smiling, half-scolding. Her hands rested casually on the bed, while Senior Brother was half-kneeling on the floor, his figure in the dim light looking especially focused.
From the glimpse I caught, Senior Brother was probably, as usual, carefully washing Mother's feet.
I immediately moved to the side, my footsteps echoing lightly on the stone path in the silent night. There was a window on the side, the carved patterns on the frame faintly visible in the moonlight. I gently pushed the window open, leaving a small gap to see inside.
Perhaps sensing my presence, Mother's face blushed in the dim light, her eyes misty. She cleared her throat, as if hiding the excitement of being watched by her son. Senior Brother was not just squatting, but kneeling on both knees. His eyes were closed, his expression tense and excited, throat gulping, chest heaving with rapid breaths he was anticipating something. I saw Mother lift her right foot, her beautiful jade foot precisely stepping onto Senior Brother's crotch, where his erection pressed against his pants.
"Ah... sss... ha..."
Senior Brother moaned, his buttocks clenched, hips thrusting upward for more pleasure. "So hard..."
Mother's lips curled in a meaningful smile, her jade foot began to rhythmically rub. Even through the cloth, the sensation made Senior Brother tremble all over.
"Do you like Mistress doing this?"
Mother's voice was teasing, her foot's pressure alternating between light and heavy, as if playing with a toy.
"...Li...ke...ah..."
Senior Brother couldn't help but moan, fists clenched, body unconsciously thrusting forward for more pleasure.
While continuing with her foot, Mother reached out with her slender fingers, caressing her collarbone, then slowly moving down to her chest. The fabric there was stretched tight, and she slipped off her little inner garment, exposing her huge breasts completely to the air.
"Why don't you dare look at me?"
Senior Brother kept his eyes closed, not answering. Seeing his silence, Mother's eyes flashed slyly. Her other jade foot deftly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. His already hard, swollen cock sprang out, trembling in the air, radiating masculine energy.
"So big... so hot..."
Mother licked her lips, eyes greedily fixed on that thick cock. Her left foot cupped his balls, gently kneading them, while her right foot pressed on his cock, sliding up and down. Each toe seemed to have a life of its own, precisely stimulating the most sensitive spots coronal ridge, tip, frenulum everywhere was carefully attended to.
"Tell Mistress..."
Mother's voice suddenly turned stern, "Why don't you dare look at me? Do you feel guilty toward your Junior Brother?"
Senior Brother's breathing grew heavier, soft moans escaping his lips, but he still didn't dare look at Mother's face.
Mother definitely knew I was watching, deliberately mentioning me to stimulate both Senior Brother and me. At this moment, she seemed like a seductive queen, her toes skillfully kneading Senior Brother's glans, her nails occasionally scraping his sensitive spots, sending waves of tingling electricity through him.
Thick pre-cum began to ooze from the tip, wetting Mother's jade foot.
"Haah... so good... Mistress..."
Senior Brother leaned his head back, panting, his body trembling with pleasure, "Don't stop... Mistress..."
Hearing Senior Brother's plea, Mother smiled proudly, "That's my good child... good... call out louder..."
Her arch completely wrapped around his cock, squelching sounds as she sped up, both feet rubbing his cock relentlessly.
"Ugh... can't hold it... Mistress..."
Senior Brother's voice was almost crying, feeling himself at the edge, instinctively trying to hold back his orgasm.
"Let it out... good disciple..."
Mother's eyes sparkled with excitement, her feet moving faster, jade toes rubbing back and forth on the erupting rod. The squelching and sticky rubbing sounds echoed in the room.
Senior Brother couldn't hold back any longer, biting his lip hard ugh!!
A torrent of semen burst out, instantly coating Mother's entire foot and between her toes, some even splashing onto her body and her blushing, beautiful face.
"Huff... huff..."
Mother didn't mind at all. Instead, she smiled with satisfaction and lewdness, wiped her face with her fingers, and slowly tasted it, "Ah~ delicious..."
Senior Brother opened his eyes, looking at Mother's slutty expression and wanton words, and his just-spent member even showed signs of reviving.
Outside the window, my cock was already aching painfully, twitching in my pants, waves of intense pleasure shooting from my tailbone to my brain. I couldn't help but bend over, trying to reduce the friction of the fabric on my glans, but it was useless cum still leaked out. At the same time, the ring in my hand erupted with surging energy, helping me break through the bottleneck I'd faced for days. I had advanced to the Golden Core realm.