Chapter 219: Skill: Affair Grandmaster Acquired!

Chapter 219: Skill: Affair Grandmaster Acquired!

"Stop turning green, Rick," Ling said, her blue eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and ancient memory. "In our last life, you completely ruined my living room after our first time."

She squeezed a rich lather of soap between her palms, rubbing the last of the thick, oily grease from my shoulders. The black sludge carried a pungent, metallic stench that made my stomach churn.

"Hell, I was not even aware of my masochistic tendencies back then," she added, letting out a soft sigh that echoed in the steamy air.

Our fingers intertwined as we scrubbed each other down under the hot stream. The profound transformation felt like the wild theories found in fan-fictions and classic cultivation novels. The newly awakened Chi had surged through our veins like molten silver, purging every hidden impurity, old sickness, and cellular flaw to forge our flesh closer into a supreme form.

Before I could reach for the brass handle to step out of the shower, Ling’er lunged forward. She pressed her slick, warm front tightly against my bare torso, her fingers digging firmly into my back.

"Rick, no one in this world can know of our cultivation," she muttered, her playful demeanor vanishing behind a deadly serious expression. "If the greedy humans find out it truly exists, it would spell absolute doom for us and everyone we know."

I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, anchoring her against me while the final drops of water slid down our skin. The reality of our shared intimacy still hummed through my veins, but her choice of words triggered a sharp spark of curiosity in my mind.

"I understand the danger of human greed clearly," I replied, tilting my head slightly. "But why did you just refer to everyone else as humans? Are we not human anymore?"

Due to our six-inch height difference, Ling Ling stood high on her tip-toes, pressing her lips against mine in a brief, burning kiss. She stepped back just enough to look up into my eyes, offering a faint, mysterious smile.

"First of all, the previous world where we first met was entirely different from this one, and genuine fantasy creatures walked the earth," she admitted, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "But that is in the past and completely irrelevant to our current situation." She traced a line down my chest, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. "That is a long pillow-talk story I can tell you on cold winter nights," she promised. "But to answer your question, no, Rick. We are not human like everyone else around us."

Her fingers tightened around my hand as she guided me out of the glass enclosure.

"Our souls are already immortal," she explained, her gaze locking onto mine with absolute certainty. "Now that we have successfully flushed raw Chi through our meridians, we are physically less human than the rest."

She grabbed a large white towel from the rack and began drying her damp hair. "Don't worry about all of this complexity right now, dear," she said, her tone softening. "You and I have a couple of years to help you fully understand the memories you have mostly forgotten."

She tossed a second towel straight at my chest. "Right now, our immediate goal is to deal with the Eurasian Li family, along with your various opponents waiting in the China Empire," she stated.

I let out a heavy breath that had been trapped in my lungs, adjusting the towel around my waist. The weight of the upcoming conflict pressed heavily against my chest.

"So what do you have planned for them?" I asked, looking at her intently. "We are back on the same boat regarding this war, right?"

A wicked smirk played on her lips as she leaned against the marble counter. "She does not know it yet, but I was the exact one who actively pushed Jill into your arms," she confessed, her eyes flashing with pride. "So, tell me, how did you like my little gift?"

I stared at her in utter disbelief, my mind spinning as I tried to connect the pieces. "How exactly did you manage that, why did you do it, and what is your ultimate angle?" I demanded.

Ling giggled, enjoying my confusion as she began pacing across the tiled floor. "Your enemy, the Li family, was actively trying to force the Fire Birds to fight the Feng main family," she explained, her expression turning calculating. "They wanted to weaponize Jill's depression and deep anger to cause absolute chaos in your life."

She tied her hair up in a swift, practiced motion. "I still possessed one single dose of the chemical erectile poison that all active spies are given upon entering Eurasia," she revealed. "I figured that arrogant ass Greg looked incredibly thirsty at the lounge."

She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I disguised myself, intercepted Jill, and told her to reconnect with you immediately," she said. "You already know exactly how wonderfully that turned out, right?"

She patted my cheek gently before walking toward the dressing area. "Plus, I was well aware you harbored deep feelings for her, so the arrangement did not hurt you at all," she added.

I followed her into the main changing room, the cool air hitting my bare skin.

"Sigh. And what about Sam?" I asked, my brow furrowing at the thought of the troublesome heir.

Ling paused right by the edge of the wardrobe, turning around slowly. An evil, predatory grin stretched across her beautiful face. "Rick, my dear, ask yourself a very important question," she whispered, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Do you really want to know what will happen to Sam, or would you rather stay entirely in the dark about his final fate?"

A chill ran down my spine, prompting me to nod slowly and drop the subject.

"Then let's talk about you," I conceded, changing the direction of the conversation. "What about your role in all of this?"

Her dark expression vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant, cheerful grin. She reached out, taking my hand firmly in hers as we walked back out toward the office space.

"Naturally, I will continue to privately cultivate with you," she stated cheerfully. "Soon after we establish our cultivation base, I plan to have your child." She squeezed my fingers, her mind clearly working steps ahead of the current timeline. "Right now, I am actively collecting every single piece of evidence regarding Sam Sun's crimes," she revealed. "I will either hand them over to ensure he is taken away forever, or I might arrange for him to be at the exact wrong place at the wrong time."

She looked out the window, watching the city skyline with absolute conviction. "Then, the official heir to the Sun family empire will be our child," she concluded. "That is my grand plan."

I blinked, stopping in my tracks as her words registered. "Hmm? A child after cultivating?" I questioned, rubbing the back of my neck. "Are you telling me you won't get pregnant from what we just did in the office? I seem to be incredibly potent, you know."

Ling grabbed my freshly pressed suit from the valet stand and handed the clothing to me. She shook her head, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Pregnancy is absolutely impossible while we are actively engaged in Dual Cultivation," she explained patiently. "During the act, our bodies are completely focused on sharing our core essence."

She stood close, helping me smooth out the collar of my shirt. "You are constantly providing pure Yang energy, and I am returning pure Yin energy to balance the flow," she murmured. "The only way for me to actually conceive a child is by completely halting the cultivation process."

She stepped back, cross-examining my physique with an appreciative gaze. "But before I do that, I want to cultivate our reserves just a bit more to guarantee exceptionally strong bodies," she said. "If either I or you attempt to have a child after undergoing extensive body refinement, our natural birthrates tank horribly."

I pulled on my trousers, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over me. "So, when I finally hit the Chi Refinement realm, what exactly are my chances of getting a woman pregnant?" I asked.

Ling Ling covered her lips with the palm of her hand, unable to suppress a sudden burst of amusement.

"Well, based entirely on my personal experience with you in our past life, I would say roughly one out of a thousand times," she answered. "So, the odds are not very high at all."

She sat on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs back and forth. "Knock up whoever you want to knock up right now, Rick," she warned playfully. "Your chances have already started dropping significantly after this first session."

She pointed a finger at my chest, her smirk widening. "I would say if your potency was at a full one hundred percent before today, you are sitting at about ten percent right now," she calculated. "If you want that Gretta woman pregnant, do not wait too long, or you will regret it deeply."

My face must have looked absolutely ridiculous because her laughter echoed through the quiet office. I stared at the floor, my mind racing through my current list of lovers. It was not like I did not already have an absolute mountain of children across the regions.

Oh, fuck me, I thought, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I need to get working with Mary immediately, fuck man...

We finished dressing in relative silence, the reality of our supernatural status settling over us. Ling’er walked over to the bathroom door, her gaze landing directly on the ruined leather couch resting against the tiled wall. The furniture was warped, soaked through, and utterly destroyed from the intense energy release of our session.

Ling giggled loudly at the chaotic sight, tilting her head back. "That massive stain and pungent smell will absolutely never come out," she advised, waving a hand in front of her nose. "The entire thing needs to be trashed immediately."

She walked toward the main exit of my executive suite, her movements smooth and perfectly balanced. "Like I said before, do not let anyone know what actually caused the damage," she reminded me. "Otherwise, they might pull a DNA sample to learn something completely unnatural about our biology."

She paused at the doorway, turning around to throw me a devastating wink. "Well, husband, my work here is officially done for the day," she purred. "I will see you later tonight for our next daily Dual Cultivation sessions. Bye~"

I watched her walk down the corridor, noting with a grunt that she was not even limping after that absolute pounding. She swayed her hips deliberately, ensuring I had a perfect view of her retreat before the heavy glass doors clicked shut.

She just fucking left me alone with this biohazard mess.

I let out a long, exhausted sigh as I reached into my coat pocket. I pulled out my smartphone, unlocked the screen, and speed-dialed Luke's private line. The phone rang three times before connecting.

[Leader, what do you need?] Luke's voice boomed through the small speaker.

"Luke, bring a specialized Cleaning-Crew, four large storage boxes, and a heavy-duty chainsaw," I ordered, keeping my voice low and steady. "I have a severe mess that needs to be handled at a Top-Secret clearance level."

I took a deep breath, looking back at the ruined leather sofa.

"Not even our wives can know a single detail about this operation, got it?" I added.

[Sure thing, Leader,] Luke replied without hesitation. [I see on the grid that you are currently in your thirty-ninth-floor office. Is that the spot? And exactly how many bodies are we talking about cutting up?]

I let out a sharp, awkward cough, rubbing my temples. "No bodies, Luke," I corrected quickly. "It is just my office couch. Don't ask any questions, but some incredibly nasty fluids are covering the cushions." I cleared my throat again, scrambling for a believable cover story. "A high-profile client with a faulty colostomy bag had a massive accident during our meeting," I lied smoothly. "I never want anyone in the firm to know about the embarrassing sight, so hurry the hell up."

[Say no more, boss, I understand completely!] Luke exclaimed. [We are on our way.]

The line went dead with a sharp click, followed by the steady drone of the dial tone. I lowered the phone, staring at the foul, glowing residue on the leather with dead eyes.

"No, Luke," I muttered to the empty room. "This is the true Dark Side of the Chi Force. You can never truly understand..."

That night, I locked myself inside my personal underground gym to secretly test the physical improvements of my body. I pushed my limits across every single machine, tracking the raw numbers on my digital tablet. Without going into exaggerated detail, the definitive results of the refinement were clear.

My maximum weight-lifting capacity had officially doubled overnight. My cardiovascular endurance saw an immediate increase of fifty percent. My skin was now remarkably slash-resistant, matching the durable weave of my tactical black longcoat, yet it felt surprisingly tender to the touch.

All five of my basic senses had been enhanced by at least twenty percent, allowing me to hear the faint hum of the building's ventilation system clearly.

My reaction time, quick-draw speed, and hand-eye coordination had officially improved to superhuman levels.

The real test occurred at the very end of the night inside the twin's master bedroom. Nadia actually begged me to let her go, weeping softly into the pillows after Nichole had already passed out cold from too much intense bed-rolling. My sexual stamina had spiked by a solid fifty percent.

Cough. This specific part was honestly the most convincing evidence for me.

Finally, the last notable change appeared to be my sleep requirement. I only slept for four hours straight but woke up feeling as though I had rested for a full eight hours.

The incredible perks of the Adultery Grandmaster skill completely erased any lingering guilt inside my chest.

The next morning, I pulled out my phone and texted Ling the exact breakdown of my physical results.

Her reply came back almost instantly. She explained that I possessed a rare physical boon, having already surpassed her current level to land halfway through the grueling Body Refinement realm. Because I was not a virgin when we initiated the process, my body had effectively doubled her own progress rate. However, she confirmed that she had also experienced massive physical gains, easily surpassing the limitations of most ordinary martial artists. She noted that her Master-Level Kung-Fu could now be considered Grandmaster-Level in terms of her sheer muscle density and bone structure.

Lastly, her text informed me that my body was now completely immune to most modern toxins, lethal drugs, and chemical poisons. For example, I was now entirely immune to the specialized compliance drug that the China Empire was currently using to control high-ranking men.

Even that potent paralytic Laura Long had previously used to trap me would now be completely ineffective against my liver. This development was hands down the best tactical boon I had received from the entire ordeal. Well, it was a very close second next to the actual sex with Ling’er.

With Ling Ling and her immediate family matters temporarily settled, the real high-society events were finally upon me. My first official task was the upcoming Hospital Ball on the first of the month. Right after that, I had to attend my scheduled movie cameo alongside Kate and Ana on the fourth.

Finally, at the exact start of August, I needed to travel straight to the Japan Empire to handle multiple overlapping missions.

The heavy schedule for the upcoming Japan Empire expedition weighed on my mind as I shut down the monitors. The primary reason for the trip was deeply personal, serving as the perfect opportunity for Hinata and her mother to finally exact their long-awaited revenge.

The secondary objective focused entirely on expanding my local business ventures. Third, the operation aimed to drastically strengthen the Fire Birds' presence against the ruthless local Yakuza families.

The final, public reason involved SEG scouting fresh overseas locations for our upcoming movies. This cinematic scouting trip served as the perfect tactical cover for Ling Ling to execute several covert China Empire operations.

The absolute worst part of the arrangement was the guest list. Both Pam and Sam were officially tagging along for the ride.

To handle the sheer volume of work, I had assembled a massive entourage to join the expedition. Keven Kyoto, Kameko Kyoto, James, and Akeno were all confirmed to be boarding the private transport.

With so many key players moving at once, we would all be operating on separate, highly dangerous missions simultaneously. Ling had also explicitly warned me to expect hostile agents from the China Empire to mix directly into the unfolding mess.

The night before the highly anticipated Hospital Ball, I sat alone in the dim glow of my private computer room, finalizing logistical reports late into the evening. The silence was broken by the sharp vibration of my smartphone buzz. I swiped the screen, noticing Jill's name flashing on the display.

"What is wrong, Jill?" I asked, leaning back into my leather chair. "Is everything fine on your end?"

[Hmm. Yes, everything is perfectly fine over here,] Jill replied, her voice soft and slightly breathless through the speaker. [I only wanted to hear the sound of your voice before going to sleep, and to give you a quick update on Greg's latest plans.]

I smiled, the tension leaving my shoulders at her words. "I never mind you calling me whenever you want," I chuckled softly. "So, what kind of juicy gossip do you have for me tonight, my mistress?"

[Is calling me a mistress supposed to tease me?] Jill giggled, a playful hum echoing through the line. [Well, I actually quite like that title, ufufu. But onto serious matters. It seems Greg has officially hired a Master-level martial arts bodyguard to accompany him to the gala.]

Her tone shifted, turning slightly more serious. [He fully intends on forcing his way to join me at the event, even after the direct warning you gave him last time,] she revealed. [I strongly suspect Melody actively wants you to beat the bodyguard into a pulp. The man is a prominent member of the Lee family, so they are likely trying to bait you into a public incident to stick it to you legally.]

I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the edge of the mahogany desk, a cold calculation forming in my mind.

"Well, unlike the disaster at that very first Ball I attended, I will not embarrass Hana by starting a massive brawl in the middle of the ballroom," I stated firmly. "At least, I will probably try not to."

I leaned forward, a devious grin spreading across my face. "I have a completely different reception in mind for Greg this time, so be ready for it," I murmured. "It involves a highly specialized, military-grade laxative that I implement on very rare occasions when I cannot legally break someone's bones."

I adjusted my headset, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "His nose and teeth can easily be knocked out of his skull at a later, more private date," I added. "So, can I fully count on you to slip the clear liquid into his drink, my dear?"

[I can certainly be convinced to help,] Jill purred, her voice dripping with sudden temptation. [That is, if you can officially fit me into your busy schedule on the second of the month during lunch for a quick insemination top-off?]

"Consider it done," I promised without a second thought. "I would gladly handle that for you even without your tactical aid at the party. Alright, I need to get some sleep now because I have to take Hana into the venue early as her formal escort."

I stretched my aching muscles, looking toward the door. "Sleep well, Jill, and love you," I said.

[I absolutely cannot wait for the second, and love you too, Rick,] she replied softly.

The line disconnected with a sharp click, followed by the familiar, low drone of the electronic dial tone. With the call finished and my digital reports securely encrypted, I stood up from the desk and stretched my arms. I quietly made my way down the carpeted hallway toward my wife Hana's bedroom, fully prepared to give her a long, soothing back massage and some much-needed quality cuddle time.

Tomorrow's gala should be incredibly entertaining.