Chapter 218: First Round Of Dual Cultivation Failed!

Chapter 218: First Round Of Dual Cultivation Failed!

Many days have passed since the Lee sibling scandal made national news. I personally stopped following the drama between Greg, Melody, and Raymond because they are small fry to me now. My mind is focused on larger movements in the city, leaving their petty squabbles behind.

Jill keeps me updated on the unfolding drama and their constant bickering fights. She uses the new smartphone that I recently gave to all my friends and lovers. I have mentioned my million-dollar smartphone made at Floppy Tech before, but I never truly explained why it is an absolute beast of communication.

The device looks like an ordinary smartphone, yet it possesses incredible security features and bonuses built into its framework. It features full electromagnetic pulse shielding and advanced biometric recognition tied exclusively to the owner. No one else but the designated user can unlock or access the interface.

It runs an improved Cat and Mouse application to locate allies in a pinch, with all hostile numbers pre-loaded into the system. The latest version of the Valentine program actively fights off unwanted hacker intrusion. A built-in scanner alerts the user if any recording devices are active nearby, detecting hidden webcams, live microphones, or open intercoms.

The custom battery maintains a constant twenty-four-hour charge even under heavy, continuous use. It can effortlessly copy files from nearby devices like home computers, other smartphones, or any technology with open Bluetooth access. The rugged chassis provides bulletproofing capable of stopping a fifty-caliber round, and it even includes a sensitive motion alarm application. The rare metals and micro-technology inside make it worth every single dollar.

I sit at my desk inside the luxurious office of the Velvet Tower, reviewing the new corporate tax laws implemented for next year. The sleek smartphone rests on the polished wood in front of me, prompting my thoughts about these secure devices. I will be giving this specific phone to my next appointment guest, causing a heavy sigh to escape my lips.

The moment my breath clears, the intercom on my desk lights up with a soft glow. I press the plastic button, listening to the smooth voice filtering through the small speaker.

[Executive Officer Ling, from CEG, is here for your 11 o'clock meeting. Shall I send her in?]

I lean forward toward the microphone, keeping my voice calm and professional. "Yes, thank you Ronda."

Shortly after, my blonde secretary walks into the room with Ling Ling following closely behind her. I look up from my paperwork, gesturing toward the bar setup across the room. "A whisky on ice for me, and please offer my guest a refreshment."

Ling steps past the secretary, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Just make it two and bring the bottle, thanks."

The short woman flashes a confident smile, stepping toward the seating area with practiced grace. She slides comfortably into the white armchair directly in front of my desk, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Boss Tang, did you get me the phone?"

I slide the sleek device across the smooth surface of the desk toward her awaiting hand. Ronda delivers the drinks with quiet efficiency and swiftly leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Ling catches the phone with practiced ease, immediately using it to copy the data from her old device before stripping out the sim-card and battery.

She looks up at me, her grey-blue eyes locking onto mine with an intense, familiar warmth. "Husband, destroy this old device for me, would you? Now that Adam cannot track my every movement... What a pain in the ass he is."

I take the pieces of her old phone and place them safely into my desk drawer for permanent disposal later. My mind races with confusion over her casual intimacy, prompting me to voice my burning question. "Why are you calling me husband?"

She takes a slow sip of her whisky, crossing her shapely legs as she leans back in the armchair. "Just because you forgot about our marriage, does not mean I have. You are my husband and that is a fact."

Her gaze turns incredibly serious, her voice dropping to a low, unyielding register. "No, 'death do us part' does not cover this marriage of ours. If you do not believe me, then pull out your gun and put it to my forehead, and if you can pull the trigger, I am wrong."

She sets her glass down, an impish smile spreading across her lips as she stands up. "And to assure you to take the risk, my spy details are in the old phone, so if I die, you will just be killing a spy."

She walks around the edge of my desk, her movements fluid and deliberate until she rests against the wooden lip right in front of me. She places her chin into her open palm, leaning her knee forward as her forehead tilts toward mine. Her knowing eyes pierce right through my defenses. "Do not be a pussy, Rick. Take out your handgun and see the truth about your past with me."

Her free hand slides smoothly into the fabric of my jacket, her fingers wrapping around my semi-automatic weapon. She pulls the gun free, flicking off the safety with a metallic click before pressing the grip into my palm.

An uncomfortable weight settles deep in my chest, my mind spinning with sudden anxiety over the deadly stakes. What if she is wrong? I do not want her death on my hands, yet her absolute confidence remains unshakable.

She notices my heavy hesitation, manually lifting the cold metal barrel until it rests firmly against her forehead. "Husband~ Just do it..."

Her warm fingers wrap around my trembling wrist, making me wonder for a terrifying second if she is driven by a hidden suicide wish. I decide to gamble, applying a fraction of pressure as I prepare to pull the trigger, but then I notice a sudden resistance deep within my own body.

My hand shakes violently, my muscles locking up as if I am being forced to drown an innocent kitten or beat a baby seal. I try to fight the internal urge and force the trigger backward, but a single tear slips from my eye, filling me with the raw grief of watching a special loved one die.

Ling Ling watches my reaction, her point fully proven as she gently pushes the gun barrel away from her head. She reaches out with a soft finger, wiping away the single tear that escaped down my cheek. Her cocky expression completely vanishes, replaced by a tender, affectionate smile.

She slides off the edge of the desk, moving fluidly until she sits sideways comfortably in my lap. She looks deep into my eyes, her voice softening to a gentle murmur. "No matter the life, world, or circumstances... You are always the man I love and married."

She rests her hand against my chest, her warmth seeping through my shirt. "Our Dao Heart is more powerful than this entire world. You cannot ever break this connection till the universe stops existing. Do you understand now? If my husband has amnesia, should I leave him or stay with him?"

I open my mouth to argue against her logic, but she swiftly places a single delicate finger over my lips to silence me. She smiles like an ancient, mature cultivator who has seen a thousand lifetimes. "That was a rhetorical question, Rick. And the argument of 'I am married to Sam' is just stupid." She leans closer, her breath warm against my skin. "You and I both know he is a tool I used to get here and has not even touched me. Well, I did have to kiss the trash for the wedding picture, but meh."

She reaches over, pressing a small button on my desk console that triggers the motorized blinds behind us to close with a soft hum. I look at the darkened space, my brow furrowing. "Why did you close the windows?"

Ling leans forward, pressing her big melons firmly into my chest as her arms snake tightly around my neck. She tosses her glasses onto the desk, her eyes flashing with tactical brilliance. "The Shadows from China and other groups are using long-ranged telescopes to monitor us."

She adjusts her weight on my lap, her body heat radiating against mine. "My last leap I did to you was recorded and sent back to China. So they will see you placing the gun to my head now, and with the blinds closing, they will buy the story of seducing you."

I look down at her, my hands resting on her hips while her arms remain locked securely around my neck. "But it looks like you are trying to seduce me though."

Ling opens her eyes wide, a brilliant grin stretching across her face. "Rick dear, do you seriously think what I am doing right now is seduction?! No, this is simply affection. If you want to see seduction, you would be putty in my hands."

My gut tells me she might be completely right about her dangerous charm, prompting me to quickly change the topic to safer ground. "So what plans are you hiding from China then?"

She giggles softly, reaching up to tap the tip of my nose like a playful teacher. "Don't you remember? I am going to try and teach you how to properly become a Dual Cultivator. So are you ready for it?"

I look at her skeptically, shifting my weight beneath her as I firmly shake my head no. Her playful smile instantly freezes on her face, her eyes widening in complete disbelief. "B-But why?! Can we rekindle our path together?"

I meet her panicked gaze with calm rationality. "I do not think this world has Chi and Cultivation, based on my Grandmaster Martial Arts. Also my past life has not given me any path to supernatural abilities, so I do not believe we can cultivate in this world. Plus, you also have no Chi, correct?"

Ling goes completely pale at my words, looking as if all her grand strategies have been utterly exposed. Her heart feels betrayed that I refuse to play along with her ploy, which was clearly just an excuse to bring us together again. Her mind plummets into a chaotic spiral of sudden loss.

I feel her entire body stiffen in my lap, the vibrant energy draining from her form as a look of profound abandonment fills her eyes. It matches the expression of someone told they are being left forever. I may not have fallen for her small trick, but I can clearly feel her intense desire to reconnect, recognizing the genuine feelings of a woman despite my lost memories.

While she was still trapped in a chaotic mess of emotion, I leaned across the single inch separating us to capture her lips. I wanted to convey my sudden, intense feelings of wanting her with me, pushing back against the cold, clinical sensation from when I had tried to pull the trigger.

The moment she felt the warmth of my mouth against hers, she tightened her slender arms around my neck and delved deep into the kiss with a raw passion she had held back for far too long. The office around us seemed to vanish into the background as the intensity grew between us.

After five full minutes of intense, breathtaking kissing, I could feel her pull her head back slightly with a deep flush coloring her cheeks. She looked up at me with half-closed, heavy eyes, her breath hitching slightly. "Rick, I am going to try and Dual Cultivate for real. Even if it does not work, I want my husband."

She swiftly got up from my lap, her fingers gripping my hand tightly as she pulled me toward one of the broad leather couches in the center of the office. She immediately began to undo my buttons, removing my pants and clothing with frantic efficiency.

I found myself completely accepting my own rising desire and fate, letting her move as she pleased without offering a single word of resistance. I felt a strange sensation in my chest, as if I had suddenly found a long-lost piece of myself, reminiscent of a childhood love reconnected after lifetimes apart.

She pushed me firmly down into the soft seat, stepping back just enough to pull up her black one-piece dress and kick off her high heels. With quick, fluid movements, she unstrapped her bra and slid off her panties, letting me see her completely bare in the dim light of the closed office.

As she straddled my lap, she pressed her knuckle firmly against a spot exactly two inches below my belly button, pushing in slightly to center my attention. Her expression turned incredibly serious as she looked down at me. "Try focusing on this spot with all of your concentration at the moment we both climax. If there is Chi, the two of us will be filled with it."

She shifted her weight, aligning her body with mine while keeping her eyes locked onto my face. "Do not be distracted, and we both have to finish simultaneously for this to work. You only have one shot at my vital yin, so focus hard. It should feel like a warm stream of blood flowing through veins that do not exist, do you understand?"

Feeling the softness of her waist as she neared my fully risen dragon, a confident smile spread across my face. I knew deep down that this elaborate ritual was likely a brilliant ploy to make love to me, and frankly, I felt deeply touched that this woman would go to such extreme lengths just to connect with me.

She began rubbing her damp, tight slit against the very head of my dick, her breath turning shallow and hot against my collarbone. "Rick, you do not remember my preferences, so I will warn you. I like it very rough and hard."

Her fingernails dug lightly into my shoulders as she leaned down, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Do not worry about my body and just be as rough as you safely can. The deeper and more punishing you can be, the more it will feel good for me. I am shamefully a sexual masochist. AHHHHH~!"

Just as I opened my mouth to ask about her specific fetish, she forcefully pressed downward, sliding my entire length deep into her deepest, tightest parts. She proved to be even more insane and uninhibited than Lucy could ever dream of being, immediately lifting and dropping her hips at full force, completely taking me off my usual game.

She arched her back beautifully, holding onto my shoulders with her nails digging deep into my skin as she rode me. Looking down at our connection, I saw a large amount of crimson virgin blood mixed in with the fluid of our coupling. Her body felt incredibly tight inside, possessing the smallest, most restrictive opening of any woman I had ever had sex with so far.

"Ahhh! That is what I miss... So fucking good. Rick, focus on the dantian now!"

I clamped my hands onto her soft waist, using my strength to firmly slam her hips down against mine without letting her shoot off or lose her rhythm. Acting on a purely instinctive urge, I closed my eyes and meditated deeply on the exact spot below my belly button she had instructed me to focus on.

From deep within my inner thoughts, I could feel my balls pulse in pure joy as the heat built up from her contracting folds, the blood on my dick, and the heavy fluids she was releasing all over my dragon. Ling Ling, seeing the intense look of focus take over my face, put a beautiful smile on her lips as she leaned down to kiss me, our breaths mingling while we both meditated in a tight tangle of hard, rhythmic pumping.

I completely lost all track of time as the minutes bled together. When my mind remained deeply focused under the place of my belly button, everything in the room merged into a singular, focused bliss. I could tell I was trapped in a deep, powerful trance of raw pleasure, absolute focus, and an oddly profound sense of love.

Suddenly, I felt that intense warmth in my balls release fully into Ling's body, and it felt as though something heavy and powerful made its way out of her and straight into me as well. Our bodies shuddered violently in a sudden passion that neither of us could control.

I was absolutely confident that this combined orgasm we were experiencing lasted for at least a half hour. No, seriously, this was no simple thirty-second finish, but a true half hour of clutching each other's trembling bodies, sharing a profound, mystical warmth between our physical connection.

My entire body felt incredibly hot and drenched in thick sweat. Ling's loud, desperate moans were the only other sound echoing through the office next to the heavy beating of my own heart in my ears. To my own sudden shame, I realized I had also been moaning heavily right into her ear this entire time.

Then, the specific place under my belly button became intensely warm, suddenly running like wildfire through my entire body and making me sweat even more, but a sudden realization hit me. "FUCK! Ling, what is happening?!"

Ling let out a breathless, euphoric laugh, her voice trembling as she clung to my chest. "Ufufu, HAH-AHA! This, my husband, is cultivation! This is our body's impurities being forced out! Smells great, right?!"

The sudden sweat I thought I was feeling was actually a thick, greasy mess coating every single inch of our skin. It felt exactly as if someone had taken porta-potty fluid and bathed the two of us in it, and the sudden stench hitting my nose made me want to throw up immediately. It smelled like month-old rotten eggs, heavy tar, and thick mold, smelling even worse than raw shit.

Without a single second of hesitation, I scooped Ling up into a secure princess carry and ran full speed toward the attached executive shower room. She giggled hysterically the entire run, her arms looping around my neck as the terrible smell followed us.

"Fuck, I cannot believe it actually worked with you forgetting your cultivation technique, fufu! Rick, I love you more than anything, my Emperor!"

For the time being, I chose to completely ignore the glaring fact that she also did not believe the ritual would actually work when she started it.

Priorities had to be taken into account immediately; a thorough scrubbing in the shower was an absolute must, and immortality would just have to wait for later.