Blessed Existence?
“Mmhn~! Y-Yes… Keep going…!”
Fingmi’s voice was somewhat muffled as her face was buried into a pillow. All the while, she was having her pink cavern pounded by Linfeng in the Bestial position. The sound of their bodies intershocking had resounded for long, but the script holder only realised just how long when he felt a ray of sunlight hit him in the face through the window.
Somehow, he had failed to notice the rising sun until now, having been too focused on the activities with his own Alrinir. With his hands still gripping her hips, he pulled out and shot several long ropes of his Yang-rich nectar all over the back of Fingmi’s nightgown.
“...Fuck… I really did it, didn’t I…?”
As the rush of Primordial Yang began to subside, Linfeng felt his usual thinking return, and he felt great shame about what he had done, and even greater shame about the fact that he had enjoyed it so much… And that was without even mentioning the fact that he felt great about all the Yin he had absorbed.
Fingmi might not have any special Yin, but hers was not only very pure and of an impressive quality, but it was also abundant beyond belief. Even this full night of passionate love-making hadn’t been enough to drain the dire amount of Yin his Alrinir possessed.
‘Could it be… Purposeful? Did I awaken the system because Fingmi was there? Or did Fingmi awaken her Yin as a result of me getting the system…?’
He had no idea and did not feel like receiving an answer, so he didn’t ask the system directly. He simply stayed in place, his softening rod resting between Fingmi’s lower peaks. Despite the shame, he did not remove himself and kept holding her hips.
Linfeng sighed.
There truly was no going back from this. He couldn’t stop things at this point, not now that Fingmi had told him so much and gotten to taste this lust.
‘I hope people in the afterlife can’t see what goes on here…’
The idea of the people of his clan seeing what kind of relation now had with Fingmi would be… He frankly had no words to describe it.
The door to the room was suddenly flung open.
“Hey, Fingmi! Did you see where your big Alrin go-”
Yen’mila stopped mid-sentence, moved her eyes between Linfeng and Fingmi, and then silently reversed her steps and actions to leave the room.
“If this ‘isn’t what this looks like’, then I must be as blind as a mole!”
Linfeng quickly got himself dressed, catching up to Yen’mila.
“Listen… I know it looks bad…”
“Nah, it’s fine. She’s the one who asked for it, didn’t she?”
“Well, yes… Wait, how do you know that?”
“Aah, I guess some people can never truly be cured of their obliviousness, heh? Your cute little Alrinir has been eating you up with her eyes ever since you rescued her. Aren’t you supposed to be a super dual cultivator or something? How did you miss the fact that she’s been meaning to hop on your big ol’ dick from the very beginning? Honestly, I thought she would have pulled down your pants earlier, to be honest”
“That girl’s been oozing with lust like there’s no tomorrow! Even Mala had noticed it!”
“Huh… I… So, you don’t think it’s weird or wrong, or whatever?”
“...Linfeng, one of my hobbies is getting trounced by wild beasts. Do you really think I care about a little bit of Kindredomolie? I never did any of that because I never had anyone to do it with”
“What about Mala? Where is he?”
“He doesn’t mind either. He was even trying to think of ways to convince you to do it, isn’t he great? He cares so much about his Alrinir-Holt that he was trying to cook up ways to help her get what she wanted”
Linfeng was flabbergasted by how little his two lovers cared about the fact that he had bedded Fingmi. Not only should they care based on the simple fact that he was introducing a fourth person into the relationship without consulting them first, but mostly based on the fact that Kindredomolie was supposed to be wrong.
He could reason that Yen’mila wouldn’t care about any of it, but he had at least thought that Mala would see a problem with the latter of the issues… It seemed like the twink didn’t see a problem with it either.
“Well…Huh… In this case, I guess I’ll…”
“You should go to sleep. I don’t know when exactly you sneaked out of bed, but you must have been ploughing her for most of the night, right? Go get some rest, and we’ll all be discussing this later”
Yen’mila kissed him on the cheek and giggled as she ran off.
‘I truly am blessed, huh?’
Damn right, you are! She’s right. You should rest, not just because you’re definitely tired, but also because you need to digest all that Yin you absorbed
Right.
Linfeng did as he was told, and he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. When he finally woke up, he felt much stronger than before, and it wasn’t just a little bit. It was truly a significant leap.
‘System…’
Yes?
‘Be honest with me, was it intended by you from the very beginning for me to have this kind of relationship with Fingmi?’
It was indeed intended from the very start. I knew since the first time I encountered her after you became my host that her Yin is simply dazzling, and I don’t think it is a coincidence that you were picked to become the embodiment of the Primordial Yang Emperor
I am not saying that she is the Primordial Yin Empress or anything. She is nothing like that, but it is definitely curious that I ended up as your system when you’ve always had such an Alrinir, right?
‘Wait, so she didn’t develop this Yin because of me or anything? And you didn’t pick me because she had such powerful Yin?’
Oh, I see what you wanted to know. We systems rarely get to pick our hosts ourselves. It is either a decision made by someone higher than us, or it is entirely random. Only veteran systems who successfully fulfilled their missions several times can have the chance to pick for themselves who their next host will be
I am but a mere first-timer. I won’t be picking any time soon, even if I make you the king of this entire world
‘Is that so…? Then, do you think whoever picked for you picked me because of Fingmi?’
Hard to know for sure. It depends on a few factors. Because proximity to Fingmi could have been accomplished with many other people besides you, and also, if the intention was truly for Kindredomolie to happen, then perhaps the entity that made you my host noticed that Fingmi had feelings for you since the very beginning?
Linfeng went silent, but soon shook his head.
‘There’s no point in theorising when we don’t know anything…’
He smelled food in the air. It seemed like he had awakened right on time for dinner.