Chapter 22: The Yang Energy

Kai walked into the designated meeting room for Group 9, the scent of Li Hua’s sweat still ghosting his senses. He felt calm, centered, and dangerous.

The room was a small, private dojo with polished wooden floors and incense burning in the corner. His three teammates were already there.

Gu Ling was standing near the window, rubbing her backside unconsciously. When the door opened and she saw Kai, she jumped, her face flushing a mix of anger and shame. She quickly dropped her hand, glaring at him, but she didn't say a word. The memory of his hand on her bare skin was evidently still fresh.

Leng Yue sat in the corner, polishing her sword. She looked up, her gaze lingering on Kai for a second longer than usual, assessing him. She sensed something different—the raw, physical density of his presence had increased.

Yun Xi, the shy commoner, was hiding behind a pillar again, clutching her book to her massive chest. She peeked at Kai, her face turning pink instantly.

"Good... Good morning," Instructor Han Rou stammered.

She stood in the center of the room, wringing her hands. She looked particularly soft today, her robes loose and comfortable, making her look more like a housewife than a martial artist.

"You're late, Kai," Han Rou tried to scold, but it came out as a weak squeak when he looked her in the eye.

"Just getting some exercise, Teacher," Kai smiled, walking to the center of the room. "I'm ready."

Han Rou cleared her throat, adjusting her glasses. "Right. Well. Since we are a newly formed squad, and... and since our cultivation levels are so different... we need to harmonize."

She gestured for them to gather.

"We will perform the 'Spirit Link' ritual," Han Rou explained, avoiding Kai’s gaze. "It is a standard Academy technique. We will form a circle and circulate our Qi through each other. This will allow us to understand each other's meridians and... um... create a bond of trust."

"Trust?" Gu Ling scoffed, though she walked over obediently. "With him?"

"It's mandatory," Han Rou said quickly. "Everyone, form a circle. Hold hands."

They arranged themselves.

Kai stood between Instructor Han Rou and Yun Xi.

"Hand," Kai commanded softly, holding his palm out to Yun Xi.

The girl trembled. She reached out slowly, placing her small, soft hand into his. His hand engulfed hers completely. Her palm was damp with nervous sweat.

"Relax," Kai whispered.

On his other side, Han Rou hesitated. Kai didn't wait. He reached out and grabbed the teacher's hand. Her skin was cool and smooth, soft as silk.

"Close your eyes," Han Rou instructed, her voice shaky. "Focus on your Dantian. Push your energy out through your left hand... and receive energy through your right."

The circle closed. Leng Yue held Gu Ling’s hand and Yun Xi’s other hand.

"Begin."

Kai closed his eyes. He felt the flow immediately.

From his left, he felt Yun Xi’s energy. It was weak, timid, and incredibly soft. It felt like warm milk. It trickled into his palm, shy and hesitant.

From his right, he was supposed to push his energy into Han Rou.

Kai grinned internally. Circulate energy? You mean dominate them.

He tapped into his core. He didn't send a gentle stream. He unleashed the Yang Energy.

It surged out of his right hand like a flood of molten gold. It wasn't just Qi; it was the essence of his Supreme Dual Cultivation System. It was aggressive, hot, and laced with pure, unfiltered lust.

"Ah!" Han Rou gasped aloud.

Her eyes snapped open, but she couldn't break the link. Kai’s energy rushed into her arm, tearing through her meridians with a dominant, conquering force. It didn't feel like normal cultivation energy. It felt like him. It felt like a hot, heavy hand sliding under her skin, caressing her insides.

The energy rushed straight to her lower Dantian—right above her womb.

Han Rou’s knees buckled. A wave of intense, wet heat exploded in her lower belly.

"Teacher?" Gu Ling asked, opening one eye.

"D-Don't break the circle!" Han Rou choked out, her face turning a deep, feverish crimson. "Keep... keep circulating!"

The energy didn't stop with Han Rou. It passed through her, colored by her Yin, and slammed into Gu Ling.

Gu Ling stiffened. "What the...?"

She felt it. A hot, thumping rhythm entered her body. It felt familiar. It felt exactly like the heat of Kai’s hand on her ass yesterday, but now it was inside her. It swirled around her hips, teasing her nerves. Her nipples hardened instantly against her silk undergarments.

"It's... too hot..." Gu Ling whimpered, biting her lip to stop a moan. She squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the sudden itch between her thighs.

The energy moved to Leng Yue.

The Ice Princess frowned. Her cultivation was cold, detached. But Kai’s Yang energy was a roaring fire. It melted through her icy defenses effortlessly. She felt a strange, foreign warmth invade her chest, making her heart race. For the first time in years, she felt hot. Sweat beaded on her forehead. A strange, phantom sensation tickled her lower regions, making her breath hitch.

And finally, it circled back to Yun Xi.

The shy girl didn't stand a chance.

The energy that returned to her was supercharged with the Yin of the other three women and driven by Kai’s dominance.

"Nngh!"

Yun Xi let out a high-pitched squeal. Her legs gave out completely. She slumped, her weight hanging entirely on Kai’s hand and Leng Yue’s grip.

"Yun Xi!" Han Rou cried out, but her voice was breathless and hazy.

Kai didn't let go. He squeezed Han Rou’s hand and Yun Xi’s hand tighter.

"Focus," Kai commanded, his voice dark and authoritative. "Don't fight it. Let it fill you."

He pumped more energy in. He could feel them. He could feel the shape of their meridians. He could feel the wetness gathering between Han Rou’s legs. He could feel the tightness of Gu Ling’s core.

The room grew heavy with the scent of aroused women—a mix of orchids, sweat, and musk.

Han Rou was panting openly now. Her head fell back, her glasses slipping down her nose. The energy was vibrating in her clit, mimicking the sensation of a vibrator.

"Kai... please... it's too much..." Han Rou begged, her hips swaying involuntarily.

"Almost done," Kai whispered.

He gave one final, massive pulse of energy.

Throb.

All four women gasped in unison, their bodies jerking as if struck by lightning.

Kai released their hands.

The circle broke.

Thump. Thump.

Yun Xi collapsed to the floor, panting, her face buried in her hands. Gu Ling stumbled back against the wall, sliding down it until she was sitting, her legs spread, fanning her face frantically.

Han Rou gripped the edge of a table to stay upright. Her legs were trembling violently. She looked at Kai with wide, foggy eyes. Her robe was disheveled, and there was a dark, wet patch forming on the inner thigh of her trousers.

Leng Yue stood still, but she was leaning heavily on her sword. She stared at Kai, her cheeks flushed pink, her breathing ragged.

[Ding!]

[Ritual Complete: Spirit Link] [Result: Absolute Domination.] [Yang Corruption Applied to Squad.] [Affection Updated:]

Han Rou: +15 (Submission/Lust)

Gu Ling: +10 (Confusion/Arousal)

Yun Xi: +20 (Dependency)

Leng Yue: +5 (Curiosity/Heat)

Kai stood in the center of the room, looking at the wreckage of his female squad. He flexed his hands, feeling the lingering taste of their Yin energy on his palms.

"Good session," Kai said, his voice calm, contrasting the heavy, erotic atmosphere of the room. "I feel much closer to all of you now."

He looked at Han Rou, his eyes dropping to the wet spot on her leg.

"Teacher," Kai smirked. "You seem to be leaking Qi. You should be more careful."

Han Rou let out a small, mortified whimper and squeezed her legs together.