Every Movement
The bat struggled dearly as it felt Linfeng get on its back, and the cultivator quickly came to realise why this bat had come to own a piece of territory. Size alone didn’t mean much for a creature like this. It might be big for a Banana Bat, but it wasn’t truly giant in the grand scheme of things. Moreover, the body of a bat remained quite feeble even at this size…
…However, it was now quite clear that its size had nothing to do with its success.
“Shit! It can control its inner energy!”
He shouted to inform his companions, leading to Yen'mila summoning several thick roots imbued with dire amounts of nature energy, and Mala getting flat on the ground whilst cursing under his breath about how he wished he were a cultivator, as being a damsel in distress was starting to get old from his perspective.
Without Linfeng thinking about it, shouting turned out to be an excellent idea, as the moment the Banana Bat sensed the threatening nature energy of Yen'mila, it was distracted for a moment, as its beastly instincts instantly told it that it stood no chance against the owner of this energy if it couldn’t use its wings to fly above the tree canopy.
This was how this area had become its territory. It could bombard all of the creatures from a safe position… And since there were very few beasts or monsters capable of flight around, it had remained unchallenged.
Today, it was forced to the ground where it was at its weakest, and the small moment of bestial fright Yen'mila caused it was enough for Linfeng to wrap his arms around the bat’s throat, suffocating it as he used all of his might to completely shut off the beast’s airway.
His chokehold made the bat’s neck vertebrae grind against one another as they were slowly forced out of their natural positions. The bat emitted a shrill, guttural cry as it began rolling upon the ground in an attempt to shake Linfeng off, and in its panic, its inner energies went into turmoil as it began to mindlessly fire simple projectiles made out of mana.
The brutal roll ended up slamming Linfeng’s back into a tree, but before the bat could do more, a root burst out of the ground and stabbed it right through its skull.
“I know you want to practise or whatever, but that was getting way too dangerous!”
“What do you mean? A little bit of blunt force trauma is nothing to me”
Linfeng wasn’t playing tough. The bat could have easily slammed him around for a few more minutes without causing any injuries. However, as he got off the beast’s back, he soon realised that Yen'mila wasn’t talking about this at all.
He didn’t realise because of adrenaline, but there was a gaping hole on one side of his stomach, and it was pouring blood without stop. One of the bat’s projectiles went right through him.
“Don’t move! Don’t even breathe too hard!”
The wound wasn’t enormous, but even a small hole through a person’s body was a big worry. Linfeng had the advantage of having an incredible physique, but he was even luckier not to be alone in this moment.
Yen'mila and Mala immediately did their best to stop the bleeding, clean the wound, and get it covered up. Mala could only provide some basic first aid, but with how serious the injury was, any help was of great importance.
Yen'mila wasn’t a dedicated healer at all, so she needed to pour all of her focus into her spellcasting, leaving the stuff requiring someone to use their hands to Mala. They didn’t exactly need to be in a hurry with how resilient Linfeng was, but they weren’t willing to leave this untreated for any longer than the absolute minimum.
“You… You need to be fucking careful, Linfeng… Can you imagine if this thing had gone through your chest or head?!”
It almost looked like Mala was about to cry, and Yen'mila didn’t look much better, prompting Linfeng to take them both into his arms.
“I’ll be more careful in the future, alright?”
“...Also, could you both stop fondling my crotch for a moment?”
His two companions looked at him with all the seriousness they could muster.
“Don’t you need our Yin and Yang, or whatever, to better heal? Let’s get this thing’s liver out, and then we’ll make sure you have your fill, you hear me?”
“She’s right. You need to rest to heal anyway, so it doesn’t change anything if we milk you for all your worth, does it?”
“Huh…”
Linfeng was at a loss. He could understand Yen'mila, but he had never seen Mala be so aggressive about such things.
‘I must have really fucked up for Mala to drop his act and be so direct…’
Indeed, but with how strong your inner Yang is, they have both naturally grown accustomed to having fun with you. Denying them anything for several days was bound to make them ‘thirsty’, if you see what I mean… And now that you made them worry about you, I can expect your poor lower brain to have its lights knocked out
‘Surely, it can’t be that bad…’
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It had been worse than ‘that bad’.
“Oh… Holy shit…”
‘Am I dying, System?’
No. You just got your balls emptied for the first time, congrats!
‘It feels like an elephant had been stomping on my hips’
And yet, this is merely the result of two very enthusiastic lovers of yours going to town
Linfeng barely even knew how many days it had been since they slew the Banana Bat, collected its liver, and then made home in an empty, small cave. All he knew was that he had been ridden for what felt like the entire duration of his stay here.
Currently, Yen'mila and Mala were peacefully asleep by his sides, holding onto his arms as if worried that he would stand up and run away… It felt weird to say, but it didn’t make much doubt. Linfeng definitely did love those two. He actually had feelings for a twink and a manic plant cultivator, and from the looks of things, it was reciprocal.
He slightly raised his head to see a lack of morning wood. His manhood was spent, and there was a sting in his containers, apparently a sign of their emptiness.
‘Is my wound healed, at least…?’
He looked at where the hole had been. The vegetal bandages had been removed, allowing Linfeng to see a scar where the dire injury had been. He would be keeping a mark from this encounter, and to think that he had assumed the fight would go better than the hunt of the old Raging Bull.
Even if the Banana Bat had been physically weaker and deprived of its main weapon, it had nonetheless proven dangerous due to its ability to use a simple spell.
‘I’ll have to be extra careful once we find a Crusher Gorilla. If I get hurt again, they won’t let me hear the end of it…’
Unbeknownst to the trio, grey eyes had been watching their every move.