Why Undress Again?
Ling Ru running off to sleep with some unknown man had dealt Liu Zichu a heavy blow. Though he knew it was irrational, emotions weren't something you could control with logic.
His steps felt leaden on the way back until, from a distance, he spotted lights glowing in the shop at the very end of Beilu Street. Liu Zichu paused. Auntie was back?
He slapped his cheeks to perk himself up, forcing his mindset back to normal.
Ling Ru had returned a while ago and had been waiting in the hall for Liu Zichu.
As he stepped through the door, he saw his auntie seated primly on a chair in her rose-red pleated skirt, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. The moment she heard his footsteps, her eyes snapped open.
Liu Zichu opened his mouth, staring at her unchanging icy beauty. His heart clenched again. When men were fucking her like this—shoving their cocks in her mouth and ass—did she keep that same cold expression...?
He halted. "Auntie..."
"Back?" Ling Ru's gaze turned to him, her voice cool and detached. "Come here."
As he walked forward, his eyes fixed on her full, soft red lips—so tempting. And those lips had spent today wrapped around some other man's cock, swallowing his cum.
He was thinking lewd thoughts about his auntie, but all he felt was a suffocating ache, no arousal at all.
Reaching her side, his expression complex, he wanted to demand where she'd gone, to hear her explanation.
But he knew she owed him none, and he had no right to ask.
Ling Ru raised her slender hand, a small pill appearing in her palm. In her indifferent tone, she said, "Eat it."
"Huh?" Liu Zichu blinked, confused.
"Eat it," she repeated.
He took a deep breath. Not knowing what it was, he trusted she wouldn't harm him. He reached out, fingers brushing her impossibly soft skin as he took the pill.
Without hesitation, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed with a gulp of saliva.
A faint medicinal fragrance lingered—not strong, but pleasant. His mind flashed to the Huan Chu Dan from before.
Seeing him swallow, Ling Ru stood. No extra words or expressions; she gave him a flat glance to confirm no adverse reaction, then turned to leave.
Before going, she said, "Come to my room tonight as usual."
Something clicked in Liu Zichu's mind. He grabbed her arm. "Wait, Auntie... did you go out today to get this pill for me?"
She paused, then continued walking without confirming or denying. "Experience it yourself."
Watching her vanish around the stairwell corner, Liu Zichu frowned deeply.
"System, what did Auntie just feed me?" he asked mentally.
Scanning... Host has consumed Qi Gan Dan. Congratulations, Host has acquired spiritual sense.
"Ha? Qi Gan Dan???"
Even half-expecting it, Liu Zichu surged with joy. He slumped into a chair, hand on his chest.
That morning he'd lamented lacking spiritual sense, wondering when he'd draw a Qi Gan Dan from the lottery. Now, by evening, Auntie had given him one.
He didn't know if Qi Gan Dan were precious, but he realized: she'd gone out today to fetch it for him...
Just for a pill—why sleep with a man? Some kind of price?
His chest tightened more, his mind conjuring images.
His beautiful, kind auntie learns her handsome, talented nephew lacks spiritual sense. Heartbroken that he can't cultivate, she ventures alone to a perilous place for a Qi Gan Dan. The owner lusts after her beauty, demanding she kneel, offer her ass to sate his desires.
For her dashing nephew's future, the kind auntie reluctantly strips, presents her tender body, kneels with ass raised, endures the humiliation of anal rape. Man's cock ravages her, cumming in her ass four times, once down her throat—only then does she claim the precious pill.
Returning, she calmly hands it over, saying nothing of her violation.
Liu Zichu was touched.
What else could he think? That his slutty auntie, starved for cock, ditched her pitiful nephew to beg for dick and cum from strangers—grabbing the pill as an afterthought?
Knowing why she'd fucked someone eased his mood a bit.
Still powerless—he couldn't claim her yet—but with his mindset, he let it go quickly.
He clenched his fist. Qi Gan Dan—legendary pill for immortals!
Immortal cultivation! Holy shit!!!
But probing carefully, nothing changed. No difference.
Made sense: Qi Gan Dan only granted spiritual sense. No other effects.
He focused on calming down fully.
Logically or emotionally, Auntie fucking other men was normal. Whether she took it in ass or pussy—that was her choice.
Blame his slow favor grind.
She'd sucked him off, let him grope her tits. She didn't mind physical contact—or rather, didn't care if it happened.
Key: what to do for those chances.
From past favor spikes, best way: show growth, change. That boosted most.
Impossible for original trash Liu Zichu—but normal for him.
A plan formed. No way his own auntie stayed out of reach while spreading for others daily.
Straightening his thoughts, he headed upstairs. At the third floor, a moment's hesitation—then knocked on Ling Ru's door.
"Enter."
Her voice came. He deep-breathed for calm, pushed in.
As usual, her rose-red beauty sat cross-legged on the bed. A flicker of infatuation in his eyes, he approached softly. "Auntie, nothing to do tonight, so I came early."
Ling Ru opened her eyes, gazing calmly. No reaction to his earliness.
Her serene eyes held detachment as she listened to his heartbeat. "Undress. Then sit."
"Ah? Undress... again?"
Liu Zichu grimaced. Last time, he'd gotten excited—thought days without dick meant she'd finally take him. Nope: meditation lesson.
Now again—for qi gathering meditation. Dull, no interaction. He grumbled inwardly: I strip to meditate, why doesn't Auntie? Even just watching would be nice.
Grumble aside, no guts to say it. He undid his belt, shedding clothes piece by piece.
Naked again, his bro predictably hardened, throbbing toward Ling Ru. Embarrassing.
He instinctively hunched to cover—then felt wrong.
Other men thrust proudly into her ass and mouth, cumming freely. Why hide his just for getting hard?
She told him to strip.
Boling up courage, he stood tall—cock rigid. Face burning, heart pounding, mouth dry. Mainly scared of a beating.
Ling Ru glanced at his decently thick shaft. She ignored his turmoil—cocks hard for her, craving her mouth? Too many to care.
"Sit."
Face red, he sat. Wanted to act cocky, but her icy gaze crushed it.
He closed his eyes. Fine, meditate. Ties to cultivation, helpful.
Ling Ru fell silent. Her red lips parted several times—no words.
Till Liu Zichu peeked. "Calm your mind. Focus entirely on sensing your surroundings."
He obeyed. Her finger flicked—a grain-sized spirit stone dropped before him. "What do you sense?"
Eyes shut, he frowned, probing. Nothing but darkness.
Mortal mind couldn't leave body—how sense outside?
Then, in the void: golden mist wafted before him.
"Golden... qi?" Heart shocked. Spiritual energy?
Stone depleted, scattering. "Gone—the golden qi vanished."
Ling Ru nodded silently. After ass-fucked by that pill master's cock, throat-fucked and swallowing cum, three days till Na Ling Dan. But Qi Gan Dan she could take now.
Seeing spiritual energy in meditation: spiritual sense acquired.
But his talent? Absorb all, pointless—couldn't fuse.
Excited, knowing it was spiritual energy, his closed-eye world lit with tiny golden specks: faint, sparse, scattered. But real.
Insight: cultivation, qi gathering—absorb these into body.
He breathed deeply, deliberately. No reaction.
"Fuck."
Needed a method. Breathing alone couldn't move them.
He itched to buy Na Qi Jue from system mall—couldn't afford. Original host glimpsed it as kid, no recall.
Eyes open, pleading look to Ling Ru. Teach basics? Saved 50 points.
But her gaze turned icier, laced with chill.
Startled, he wondered what he'd done. Nothing!
Neck shrinking, he checked her favor mentally. Holy shit—the number danced:
Liu Zichu: "..."
He was baffled. What the—rave party?
"System! System! Get out here—you glitched?" he yelled mentally.
Heart seized—her favor hit -99, eyes flashing murder. He chilled, nearly pissing.
Then -99 jumped to 2; killing intent vanished, back to cool detachment.
Too intense.
Data normal. Prostitute Ling Ru in extreme emotional fluctuation. Note: Due to Host repeatedly questioning System performance, System will no longer answer Host's childish queries.
"???"
System throwing a tantrum?
Ball-ache. Worse: favor still jumping wild—positive, negative.
Normal data? Terrifying—meant -99 was real kill intent. For what? He'd done nothing!
Wronged, near-disaster out of nowhere.
Soon, her favor stabilized. He feigned calm, eyes glued to panel. No more negatives—good.
Finally resolved, she closed eyes, deep breaths.
Panel: 25.
Liu Zichu stared, dazed.
Women's moods changeable—like this wild?
Didn't get it, but 15 to 25. Rating: from indifferent to initial acceptance.
Acceptance? Auntie accepts me???
He looked up. Ling Ru opened eyes—calm, cold as ever. Noting his gaze, flatly: "Sit properly. Remember what I say."
"Yes, Auntie." He cross-legged, serious. Spooked by that murderous glare.
She raised hand, finger flicking qi into his lower abdomen. "Qi Sea Acupoint."
Eye twitch—needle prick. Another flick, navel below. "GV-4 Acupoint."
Wince. Again: "CV-3 Acupoint."
Stung, tolerable. Why memorize?
Her gaze to his flaccid cock—shrunken from fear, limp.
Brows furrowed. Coldly: "Get hard."
Liu Zichu: "..."
"..."
"..."
Humiliated—like molested by thug. Not a switch!
Seeing his twitching face, speechless look, she paused, then stood on bed.
Before he processed, hands shrugged shoulders—rose-red skirt slipped down her perfect curves.
Flawless pale flesh filled view. Him seated, her towering: breasts dominated half his sight, soft mounds firing his nerves.
Legs parted slightly: smooth mound, tender slit below—pink folds exposed fully.
He stared, stupefied.
Auntie's pussy... Auntie's... pussy...
"Hiss..."
Nosebleed trickled silently into his gaping mouth.
"Cough! Cough cough!!!"
Clutched nose, head down—too sudden, too stimulating. No prep.
Mind flooded: auntie's huge tits, pink slit.
Auntie's slutty pussy—fucked and creampied 5341 times!!!
So tender... how could anyone bear thrusting in?
What a sight it'd be...
Dying!!!
Blood unstoppable. Recalled old trick: pinch nose, tilt head.
Risk choking—but whatever.
Tilted—straight to full tits and pussy again.
"..."
"My... dear mom..."
Eyes rolled. Fainted stiff again.
Ling Ru: "..."
Fainted... again...