Passion And Roses
“Huh… Hello…? Did something happen?”
Linfeng was left rather confused. He had cleared all of the paths. He was certain of himself–He had slain each and every single bandit down here with him, but he hadn’t found a single trace of Mala. It was like he had never even been down here.
Now, even though he was the last one standing, the plant cultivator wasn’t showing any signs of life. Even as Linfeng tried to call out, there was nothing. No words, no movements… So eventually, he felt that it was time to take matters into his own hands.
“Since you aren’t answering, I’ll assume that I am free to go”
He calmly stated this before beginning to ascend the natural pillar of uneven, jagged stone. He hoisted himself up. In this climb, he had no support to catch him if he fell. The further he went, the more dangerous failure became, and the further he got, the harsher the strain on his body.
This was especially hard due to the lack of proper places for him to grasp in his ascent.
Regardless, he pushed on without ever being attacked by the plant cultivator. He was able to get close to the top of the tower, where the great tree was situated–And it was then that he began hearing familiar, quiet moans accompanied by the rhythmic sound of flesh striking against flesh.
Linfeng hurried to cover the last few meters separating him from the top, and he pulled himself onto flat ground, rolling upon the grass as he lay sight on what could only be described as an act of Viot.
A woman–Whom he had to presume was the cultivator who had brought him down here alongside all of the bandits–Was moving her hips back and forth, using an ‘attachment’ made from vegetal matter to imitate the tool set of a male.
The body of her green addition was accompanied by two glowing, orange tanks. This odd-looking woman took a few seconds to notice Linfeng’s arrival, seemingly greatly focused on playing with Mala, whose twink-pit was already overflowing with the woman’s goo, but she kept on thrusting.
The former bandit’s limp rod was bouncing back and forth, slowly leaking dew as he was face down, backside up, with his arms tightly bound behind his back by vines, all the while softly moaning in shameful pleasure.
“Oh… If this isn’t the boyfriend… Did you climb all the way from down there? I must have really been focused on rearranging your twink’s insides, huh? My bad. I tested using this spell on a person for the first time, and got a little bit too immersed. I think I understand why men are such horndogs now. This is glorious”
“Stop this right now, you scum!”
Linfeng didn't know if this was an actual Viot or not, but he didn't like what he was seeing regardless. He might not have realised it, but he considered Mala to be his lover...
Linfeng rushed forward, preparing to land a kick straight into Yen'mila’s head, but countless flowers suddenly bloomed all around him, bursting with a pink haze… The next thing Linfeng knew was that he was in the simplest of attire, all the way inside of Mala’s throat. His loving lips wrapped around Linfeng's shaft, performing Pig Style with the plant cultivator.
‘What the… Mala’s quite good at this, damn’
His train of thought was jumbled. Every time he tried to rethink his priorities, he just found himself focusing back on the debauchery instead… Rather than realising what had happened, he grabbed Mala’s head and hair, thrusting into his beloved twink’s mouth even harder.
The feminine male was seemingly affected by the lustful ambience as well. He was sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.
“Your cute boyfriend is quite something, isn’t he? He’s quite talented at taking cock”
As if it were perfectly natural, following a surge of life-giving dew, the two of them switched positions. They took sloppy seconds in the already used and filled holes. The vines that had been tying Mala’s arms were gone as the twink was into it just like everyone else.
This allowed him to use his hands to pleasure the faux-Duookois and Linfeng as he did his best to clean their hardened sceptres.
“Look at me, big guy~”
Without warning, Yen'mila grabbed Linfeng’s face and began kissing him. They exchanged a lengthy wrestle of tongues as their rods were being polished.
Until eventually, Mala lay on the ground exhausted, leaking juice that also covered every portion of his body. Linfeng similarly settled down. He had run around, fought countless bandits, climbed a difficult obstacle, and then engaged in a lengthy session of lovemaking without marking any real pause in between.
Yen'mila’s chest was also heaving. The spell that had allowed her to become somewhat of a Duookois faded away as the plant making it up shrivelled away and fell to the ground. She slicked her hair back, body covered in sweat as she felt herself push right through the final bottleneck of her technique.
‘Aah… Goodbye, Call Of The Woods. You were a thorn in my side, but the strength you provided me was very much worth it… I can finally go out and explore the world. I am finally strong enough to stand on my own two feet’
Life as a rogue cultivator was far from easy. She had been blessed to come across powerful techniques suitable for her unique talents, so she intended to make the most of the life she had now been granted. With time, she might just be able to establish her very own clan recognised by the crown!
“Mmh?”
She looked over her shoulder to see Linfeng standing right behind her, still under the effects of the haze.
“You still have stamina left? Aah!”
Yen'mila could barely finish her sentence before she was on the ground, her arms grasped at the elbows by Linfeng as he immediately pushed himself inside of her pink cavern, his muscular body slamming against toned, small hindquarters.
“Hnnghnngg! Dear gods… You… You’re definitely way bigger than your boyfriend, Linfeng… Keep going~”
He was also far more experienced in being the dominant party. He mercilessly pounded away, emitting animalistic grunts and groans. The stronger cultivator let herself be taken. It had been far too long since she had experienced proper male attention. Her body was craving for his dominant roughness.
Unbeknownst to all, Linfeng was actually knocked out. However, the system had ignited Linfeng’s inner Yang and proceeded to pilot his user’s unconscious body as he sensed that allowing a stash of special Yin like Yen'mila to go away would be a massive waste. Hence, he used one of the few trump cards he had available to do the work in Linfeng’s place.
The system went all out on Yen'mila, first claiming her in Bestial before flipping her around and taking her in a Breeding Press, pushing their mouths together as he mated with her for as long as was possible before he lost control over the body, and all parties saw their vision fade to black following a lengthy session of lustful lovemaking.
Now, this should be a nice stock of that sweet Yin rich in nature element…