Chapter 12
Chapter 12
After the tangled limbs and sex-crazed frenzy had subsided, the two women examined the changes in their cultivation.
"Yumi, it seems you're on the verge of breaking through to the third stage."
"Yes...!"
Seon Yumi blushed, still smeared with my essence.
Yet curiously, she dipped a finger into the fluids coating her body and tasted it.
She does this every first time—guess it's just her quirk.
"Cheon-ah, let me examine you too."
Bo Jiyeong approached and inspected me, her eyes widening in shock.
"Second stage?"
"What did you say?"
Even Seon Yura was startled, rushing over to see.
My physical body, reflecting my soul's advancement, was progressing toward the second stage.
After observing together, they discovered something even more startling.
"He's... on the cusp of reaching the third stage."
Hearing this, Seon Yumi momentarily looked deflated before quickly correcting her expression with admiration.
"So this is the power of love! When I mingled with the heaven-chosen young master, I felt my cultivation surge... Did my efforts aid you, my lord?"
"They did."
Bo Jiyeong's face twisted into a complicated expression upon hearing my response to Seon Yumi.
She seemed disheartened—after all, she was usually the one I tormented, while Seon Yumi received my gentler tones.
"I wish to remain by your side and continue being of help, my lord."
Seon Yumi nestled against me.
Seon Yura watched the scene fondly before remarking,
"At this rate, we might as well contribute our strength too. What reason is there to withhold our bodies when emotions can elevate one's cultivation?"
"True. Though I worry Cheon-ah might grow arrogant, thinking he can mount us whenever he pleases."
"Ah, but that's how children build their confidence and self-esteem."
Unlike Bo Jiyeong, Seon Yura had already decided to indulge me completely.
Truthfully, Seon Yura had long resigned herself to her stagnant cultivation. She had planned to eke out whatever lifespan she could in this world before ascending to extend her years.
But upon seeing me—a being who could vastly increase her chances of successful ascension—she lost all restraint.
Bo Jiyeong's so-called discipline? Meaningless. To her, I, Jin Cheon, might as well have been an immortal sage.
As for Seon Yumi, her own flesh and blood?
Merely a more perfect assistant, someone who could understand her.
No longer even a daughter in her eyes—just a breeding female to gift to me.
A breeding female—a term for a broodmare raised solely to receive seed.
To Seon Yumi, I was her revered husband.
Dual Cultivation was just another talent among many, and if she could support me as my first wife, she considered herself fortunate.
Her mind was already occupied with thoughts of what meals and side dishes to prepare for me.
Though trained in various Cultivation Artisan Techniques under Seon Yura, she had a particular passion for cooking.
As this dynamic settled, Bo Jiyeong seethed inwardly.
How dare they try to steal the disciple she had created?
She agonized over how to handle me.
I had no intention of discarding Bo Jiyeong—she was, after all, a monumental figure—but I still wanted her to prove her worth.
The same went for Seon Yumi.
Seon Yura, however, who lacked such monumental status, risked being used indifferently if she didn't demonstrate her abilities.
With no one daring to treat me lightly, I felt like a king in the making.
There was another thing I'd overlooked due to the Heavenly Tribulation—I was nearing the stage where I could take Bo Jiyeong and Seon Yura too.
By focusing on myself and using my cheat, I could withstand the pressure of their higher cultivation, ensuring I wouldn't weaken and expose myself to Heaven's Secrets again.
"Wait a moment... No wonder Jin Cheon benefits our female cultivators so greatly. His constitution is utterly unique—comprised purely of Yang Energy. There's not a trace of Yin Energy. Even when absorbing Yin Energy, it only fuels his Yang Energy's growth... This is how he advances."
Seon Yura had become so engrossed in me that she ignored Bo Jiyeong entirely.
Bo Jiyeong was deeply hurt but hid it well.
After some thought, I subtly gestured for Bo Jiyeong to stay put.
Catching my hidden signal, she masked her smirk and addressed Seon Yura.
"Things seem to be progressing smoothly. Shall we rest here awhile? Staying together would be ideal."
"Don't you have your own Cave Dwelling?"
"Cheon-ah devoured the Spirit Veins there."
"To that extent?"
This was news to me, but Bo Jiyeong was telling the truth.
Well, manipulating Heaven's Secrets might damage the spiritual energy of the veins.
Something to be cautious about—though if it fueled my growth, did it really matter?
"Very well. From now on, let's focus together on Cheon-ah's advancement. Cheon-ah, don't forget our efforts."
"Yes."
"Good. I'll do my utmost. Let's examine you further."
Seon Yura gently stroked my cock while smiling sweetly.
I casually cupped her large breasts in return—the sensation so mind-blowing, stars practically exploded in my vision.
"I'll give you my essence soon too. I'll squeeze every drop from Yumi and refine it into medicine for you."
Seon Yura smiled reassuringly.
Then, as if following some script, she suddenly buried her face in my cock and began sucking.
"Mmm... slurp... slurp..."
She then laid me down and—
Suckle-suck!
Seon Yura must have adjusted her constitution—thick breast milk began flowing from her nipples.
"Drink up."
With a benevolent smile, she offered her breasts, which I greedily latched onto.
Bo Jiyeong watched with a conflicted expression.
Even manual stimulation could facilitate Dual Cultivation through Yin-Yang energy exchange.
"Ah... Incredible. Truly incredible."
Seon Yura marveled after tasting my cheat, visibly moved by the sensation of her cultivation rising.
"Ngghh..."
With a small moan, she released a copious amount of thick milk.
"Drink your fill...!"
Before she could finish, I'd already clamped onto both nipples at once.
Holy shit, this is delicious.
Her mastery of Cultivation Artisan Techniques shone—whether through alchemy or not, her essence was potent and abundant.
"Ah... Ahhn...!"
I suckled at her milk ducts for what felt like ages.
By the time the essence's efficiency waned, Seon Yumi and Bo Jiyeong had long left to attend to other matters.
Days must have passed.
When my spiritual energy was fully depleted and my vigor waned, I found myself superior to Seon Yura.
Now was the time.
Sex!
"Nnggh?!"
Seon Yura, who had been extracting my semen into a Liquid Absorbing Device, was suddenly pinned beneath me.
"Huh?"
Her awkwardly smiling face was reflected in a nearby mirror.
She couldn't resist.
So I brought my palm down hard on her ass.
SMACK!
"Kyaaahk!"
Seon Yura shrieked.
Seon Yumi, passing by, glanced over curiously before trying to awkwardly walk away—only to freeze, entranced by the sight.
And so, before her daughter's eyes, I initiated Seon Yura's deflowering ceremony.
"Oooohhhh!"
Her pussy, already soaked, offered slight resistance—but the maidenly tightness was no match for the flood of juices lubricating every crevice.
Pushing past the clamping pressure, I invaded straight to her womb.
"Aaahhhhn...!"
Seon Yura's face twisted comically as she was taken.
"Ah, ahhn... Ah-ahn, ahh, aahn! So good... So good! So this was the feeling... Ahhn! No wonder Yumi loved it so much... Ahh! It's too good... Too good...!"
Her honorifics flowed naturally as I plowed her bitch cunt to my heart's content.
All while kneading her ample ass.
What a fine body.
I reveled in toying with her plump form as she clung to me.
"Hihk! Hng... Hihk! Hng...!"
Like her daughter, she began mewling—before escalating to pig-like squeals as I spanked her ass raw.
"Kyahn! Ahn! Ahhn! You said he might grow arrogant and attack... Hng... But it feels too good...!"
"Ah, you bitch. My cock's already won you over, hasn't it? Go on, beg pathetically. A bitch like you belongs under cock."
"Nyeheh... Ehehe... Ehee..."
She tried mimicking my tone, failing utterly—just coming off adorably.
Maybe it was intentional coyness.
Regardless, I mounted her—the ride so goddamn good—and enjoyed the equestrian sport.
"Nnn! Nngh! Nnn!"
Maybe it was her age or her maidenhood being taken, but her reactions were fucking...
Holy shit.
So goddamn chewy.
"So good... So good...! My lord, go deeper... Hng! Hihk! Ah! Like that... Ngh... Ahn-ahn! Just... Hihk! A little... Kkeh... Mercy... Hng...!"
Though she resisted, her face was all smiles—proof that age brings depravity, openly enjoying masochistic play.
She tapped my arm weakly, but her kkeh-kkeh giggles showed she had room to spare.
"Khehk... Khehk...!"
But as her spiritual energy depleted, she began genuinely struggling, so I released her.
"Ah-heh... Too... Too good... This... This...!"
When the flustered Seon Yura couldn't even say "cock," I pressed her.
"Declare yourself my breeding slave, or this cock goes only to Bo Jiyeong and Seon Yumi."
"Eh...?"
Seon Yura's lips twitched in conflict.