Chapter 41: But Zhang Lin's Yin Essence After Orgasm Can Actually Be Absorbed? And at an Even Higher Rate?
Chu Fei closed his eyes and savored the sensation for a good while, finally confirming the truth. But he realized that while the Yin Essence's conversion rate was incredibly high, that energy... well, he seemed unable to absorb most of it—or rather, it couldn't.
Chu Fei wasn't an idiot. Once he shook off the panic of turning into some kind of monster, he pieced together the events in his mind. This power in his body definitely had to do with that ancient bronze pot from before. He'd been transported to some strange place and collided with a round, pudgy creature like a meat pig—no head, no tail, but with two pairs of wings on its back—that called itself Chaos. It had said it wanted to devour him...
Though Chu Fei didn't understand how it had failed to eat him, the fact that the bronze pot trapping it was gone gave him some clues. Chaos must still be sealed by the pot, but since it had burrowed into his body, Chu Fei had gained a portion of its devouring power. Maybe Chaos had deliberately bestowed this strength on him, so he'd keep devouring things to help it break free.
Of course, this was all just Chu Fei's guess. He wouldn't dare tell anyone about this secret—something like Chaos was straight out of myths and legends. If he spilled it, he'd probably end up in a psych ward.
Chaos devoured everything, but even it had things it couldn't digest. Like those two intertwined energies—one white, one black—lingering in Chu Fei's body, leftovers it had spat out. Chu Fei could expel them too: the white to regenerate fat, muscle, nerves, or other soft tissues; the black to form harder stuff like eyelashes, eyebrows, nails, or bones.
And now, Chu Fei discovered that only a small portion of the energy from Zhang Lin's Yin Essence was absorbed directly—the rest all funneled into those black-and-white energies...
Does this mean women's Yin Essence is basically garbage?
Cough cough... not despising the ladies here, absolutely not.
But this was actually great news. It meant Chu Fei now had energy to give Zhang Lin a boob job—and to heal Lin Juan's scars...
Lost in his fantasies, Chu Fei didn't notice Zhang Lin recovering from her climax beneath him. Feeling him stay perfectly still, she grew restless, arching her hips proactively to make his cock ravage her insides again. Too bad, her moving didn't make his dick bite back...
"A-Fei, move a little... baby... my little ancestor... husband!! Please, just move..."
"Did I not feel good enough for you? Are you mad at me now?"
Zhang Lin was already drowning in lust, beyond self-control. She even called him husband, begging shamelessly, desperate for Chu Fei to fuck her hard.
So Chu Fei finally opened his eyes, flashing an evil grin. "Don't worry, Zhang-jie. I'll definitely train you into the ultimate knockout beauty!"
"You little punk!"
Zhang Lin's cheeks flushed red. The word "train" should have felt humiliating in her ears, but right now, it thrilled her. Her pussy grew even wetter involuntarily. "Everything's up to you—do whatever you want!"
"Alright then, shall I keep working on your treatment?"
"What treatment... just keep going! I want you!"
So Chu Fei continued the therapy on Zhang Lin while thrusting wildly inside her. Every ten minutes or so, she'd climax explosively. Later, she didn't even have the strength to cry out anymore—her voice turning hoarse. Seeing her like that, Chu Fei finally let her off the hook...
But there was no choice—for gathering energy to enhance her chest, he had to make her squirt Yin Essence multiple times.
Wool comes from the sheep, after all.
Zhang Lin lay on the bed for a full half-hour before she could muster the strength to get up and shower. Passing the mirror by the bathroom door, she glanced at herself on instinct—then froze. Disbelieving, she rubbed her eyes and screamed again...
But no one paid her any mind. Chu Fei had already showered, dressed, and left.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Lin rushed downstairs in her clothes. Chu Fei was chatting with his mom, He Peiling, who blinked in confusion at the sight of her. "You're Little Zhang? How are you so different from yesterday?"
"Fei-zi, how did you do it? How'd you sharpen my jawline?" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse, but it didn't dampen her excitement.
"That's the facial bone reshaping treatment—the first one I did on you this morning. Forgot already?"
Chu Fei chuckled. "Your face was a bit too round before; it threw off your whole look. So I gave it a little tweak. Not satisfied, Zhang-jie?"
"Satisfied! So satisfied—extremely satisfied... Oh my god, my chin can actually be this sharp. I love you to death, Little Fei!"
"Glad you like it!"