Oliver's fingers worked at the buttons of Yuki's blouse, parting the fabric to reveal the smooth skin beneath. Her white bra was plain but snug against her, accentuating her form. His gaze lingered, his breath warm against her collarbone.
Yuki met his eyes, her own filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. She could feel the weight of this moment, the unspoken gravity of it pressing down on her. Yet, she didn't stop him. When his hands slipped inside her open shirt, fingers searching for the clasp of her bra, she only arched her back slightly, silently granting him better access.
Her arms looped around his neck as he unclipped the strap, and the tension in the fabric slackened. Oliver leaned in, claiming her lips again as his hands moved out from beneath her shirt—one trailing up to cup the soft flesh beneath her loosened bra. His fingers kneaded gently at first, then firmer, drawing out a soft gasp from Yuki.
And then—something shifted.
A pulse. A heat deep within his core.
At first, Oliver barely noticed it, lost in the sensation of her body against his. But then, the warmth in his dantian fully responded, awakening in a way it never had before. It wasn't just energy—it was him, an extension of his very being. A fundamental part of his identity, it was what made him.
This… This is my Yang energy.
A scene unfolded in his mind.
A broad, tanned man stood before him, imparting knowledge, his voice gruff yet steady as he spoke of Yang energy and its applications. Oliver had seen this memory before—when he first performed the dream ritual, consuming the recollections of the body he had possessed. But now, it was different. Vivid.
Almost as if he were reliving it.
And then—
A sharp exhale left Oliver as warmth bled out from his body. Instinct took over, his Qi responding without thought.
A current of Yang energy surged forth, activating a technique buried in his inherited knowledge—the Yin-Devouring Yang Beast Technique. A dual cultivation method Fang Lee had studied but could never master. Not without the affinity for Yang energy.
Yuki's body tensed against him.
"Nh~"
A surprised moan slipped from her lips as her skin flushed, a wave of warmth flooding through her. She didn't understand what was happening, only that her body felt strangely more sensitive—every touch of Oliver's hands sending sharp, electric shivers through her.
Her voice snapped him back to the present.
He caught her lips in another kiss, deep and consuming, his tongue tracing the inside of her mouth as his Yang energy pulsed outward. Something unseen shifted between them—delicate wisps of Yin energy flowing from Yuki, drawn out and absorbed into him as his Qi wrapped around her.
Oliver's mind raced.
Is this false enlightenment? No… it's real. It's working exactly as it was described to Fang Lee. So, does that mean—
His thoughts darkened, spiraling deeper.
If I can manifest this in reality… what else can I use? The Ten Sacred Swords? Every Qi Refinement technique Fang Lee knew?
And why stop there?...
His grip on her tightened slightly as his thoughts wandered into uncharted depths.
Yuki moaned into his mouth, the sound soft but full of longing, as his fingers gently kneaded the soft swell of her breast. His other hand moved with deliberate intent, trailing lower, the warmth of his palm gliding down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before moving further—to her thigh. The air between them thickened, charged with a growing intensity.
Oliver shifted slightly, his movements purposeful as he guided her leg up over his, pulling her closer as they sank deeper into the couch.
The room felt smaller, the air heavier, thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to pulse between them. There was a raw energy, both physical and something deeper, something they couldn't quite grasp, yet it swirled around them with a magnetic force.
And still, neither of them pulled away.
Oliver's hand traveled slowly up her skirt, his touch warm and careful as it grazed her smooth, soft thigh. His fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her underwear, tugging it gently downward as his lips captured hers in a deep kiss. The sensation surged through her, leaving a trail of heat and desire that seemed to seep deeper into her body with every passing second.
"Mmm."
Yuki moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to the intensity of the moment. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned his blazer, her movements driven by a soft urgency. She wanted to reciprocate, to close the distance between them, feeling the pull of desire that enveloped them both. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with a silent rhythm as they undressed each other, the tension between them growing stronger with every passing second.
Their connection deepened as they continued, bodies moving in sync, each action and touch a step toward something more.
"Mmm~"
A soft sound escaped Yuki, a breathy expression of the emotions overwhelming her as they lost themselves in the growing intimacy. The shared desire between them pushed them forward, unraveling the space between them.
Yuki's breath hitched, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she felt the heat of Oliver's touch. His hand molded her behind with a firm yet tender grip, each movement heightening the intensity between them.
Her pulse quickened, her body responding eagerly to his touch, a soft gasp escaping her as his hand reached lower. The space between them tightened, the desire now palpable.
Yuki's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt, a light blush coloring her cheeks. Each delicate movement stirred overwhelming sensations inside her, causing her heart to race. Her body shivered, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, and a quiet conflict stirred within her—part of her yearned for more, while another part hesitated, unsure of where this path would lead.
Oliver's hands moved with steady confidence, each touch sending a surge of warmth through her, deepening the connection that now bound them together.
As Oliver continued to explore her body, a strange energy stirred within him. His yang energy flowed in a rhythmic pattern, surging in and out of Yuki's body, slipping into her meridians with a force that felt almost like an invasion. It drew out her yin energy, but not without purpose.
Yuki's body responded instinctively, her senses heightening, as his energy enveloped her, pulling deeper into her being before returning to him, stronger and more potent. It thickened, pulsing with newfound intensity, before flowing back into him, reinforcing his core.
The energy surged through him, slowly transforming. What was once raw and chaotic began to refine itself, crystallizing into pure yang Qi. It lingered, strengthening his body and invigorating the Qi within his dantian, pulsing steadily with life.
Half of his energy withdrew again, leaving him, only to return to Yuki's body once more. The cycle repeated, an endless loop—an exchange of power, a bond woven deeper with every passing moment.
Huff~
Oliver panted, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath.
Yuki, slightly out of breath herself, looked at him, her hands slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. As the fabric parted, a light six-pack became visible—defined, though not yet fully pronounced, a subtle indication of the strength he was gaining over time.
"Let's… head to my bedroom… senpai," Yuki murmured, pressing herself closer to him.
Oliver smirked, his fingers giving a teasing squeeze before he murmured, "Lead the way, Yuki-san~"
With a lingering touch, he finally withdrew his hand from beneath her clothing, savoring the warmth of her skin one last time before pulling away. He pressed a light kiss to her lips before rising from the couch, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Yuki shivered, her breath unsteady as her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch. Slowly, she adjusted her clothing, pulling up her panties with slightly trembling fingers before turning toward the hallway.
"This way, senpai."
The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken anticipation. Each step felt heavier, the space between them growing taut with an intensity neither dared to name. Oliver followed her lead, his gaze tracing the gentle curve of her back as she walked ahead.
As they entered her bedroom, a soft, golden glow filled the space. The lamp by her bedside cast a warm, intimate light, illuminating the deep purple duvet neatly draped over the mattress. The bed looked inviting, with plush pillows arranged carefully at the headboard. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, a subtle but intoxicating trace of her presence.
Yuki hesitated for a moment before turning to face him. Her breath was shallow, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt as she met his gaze. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her blouse, her hands unsteady as she pulled it over her head.
Oliver's eyes darkened as he took her in, his expression unreadable yet heavy with desire. He stepped forward, deliberate and slow, until the space between them was nearly nonexistent. One hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face up toward his.
Yuki inhaled sharply, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively pressed her legs together.
"I… I can't go all the way with you, senpai…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I still want to take care of you."
Oliver's brow arched slightly at her words. "Oh?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but beneath it, there was a hint of something deeper—perhaps disappointment, perhaps understanding. "And how do you plan to do that?"
Yuki swallowed hard, heat rising to her cheeks as she cast her gaze downward. She hesitated, her fingers clutching the edge of her skirt before finally whispering, "If… if you want me to, I'll use my mouth…"
A slow smirk curved Oliver's lips. "I don't mind~"
Her breath hitched at his response, and for a moment, she could barely move. But then, gathering her courage, she took his hand and gently pulled him toward the bed.
"Sit down, senpai," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet determination.
Oliver's gaze flickered with amusement as he let himself be led. He sank onto the bed, letting out a small hum of approval as he glanced around. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, the fabric of the duvet cool beneath his hands. The room smelled like her—soft, sweet, and distinctly Yuki.
"Like this?" he murmured, his voice laced with playful amusement.
Yuki nodded, stepping closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for his belt.
"…Just relax," she whispered, kneeling before him. "I'll take care of the rest."
The tension between them thickened, her hands carefully working at his buckle.
Ziiip
The sound of the zipper filled the quiet space, making Yuki's breath hitch. She hesitated for just a second before pulling his pants slightly apart, the fabric of his boxers stretching under the strain.
Gulp.
Yuki swallowed, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight of him—her first real glimpse of a man like this.
Oliver reached down, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tilting her chin up slightly so she would meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable, but there was an unmistakable heat behind his eyes.
"Let's get started~"
Yuki's breath hitched as Oliver's fingers traced along her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive. The warmth of his palm against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering between his gaze and the undeniable presence pressing against his boxers.
Her fingers hovered over the waistband, hesitant yet drawn forward, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. The room was impossibly quiet, save for the soft sound of their mingling breaths.
Oliver watched her with a half-lidded gaze, amusement and desire flickering in his light blue eyes. His thumb brushed along her lower lip, his voice low, teasing, yet tinged with something deeper.
"You're just staring, Yuki-san~"
"I-It's just… um… it's my first time seeing one in person," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Oliver chuckled, shifting slightly on the bed. His toned abdomen tensed for a moment before he relaxed. "Well, take your time~ No rush." His words were playful, yet there was an unmistakable heat beneath them, a silent challenge lingering in his tone.
Yuki exhaled softly, steadying herself. Slowly, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. The fabric gave way, revealing neatly trimmed hair that carried his masculine scent, fresh yet intoxicating.
Gulp~
Yuki swallowed hard as his length sprang free, standing firm and pulsing before her eyes.
She hesitated, her body heating up—not just from her own growing desire, but from the invisible Yang energy leaking from him, seeping into her through their proximity, making her body hypersensitive.
"I-I'll get started, okay, senpai?" she stammered, her voice shaky yet laced with determination.
Her delicate fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft, her touch light at first as she familiarized herself with the sensation of his warmth. The contrast between his rigid heat and her soft, cool skin sent a shudder through her.
Huff~ Huff~
Her breath came in soft, uneven pants as she leaned forward, Oliver's hand moving from her cheek into her silky hair. The way he combed his fingers through it made her nerves tingle with anticipation.
Her lips parted as she finally took him into her mouth, her tongue timidly exploring his tip. The taste was uniquely him, masculine yet oddly enticing. Her mouth watered instinctively as she swallowed more of him, inch by inch, though her inexperience kept her from taking in his full length.
Determined, she wrapped her fingers around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm with her gentle sucking, her tongue tracing over the sensitive spots she could find.
Oliver groaned softly, his fingers tightening in her hair as he exhaled a pleased sigh.
"I wouldn't say you're good at this, but… there's a certain charm to it," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and pleasure.
Yuki made a small noise in response, her cheeks burning at his teasing remark. But she didn't stop—if anything, she grew more eager, trying her best to please him despite her lack of experience.
Yet, unbeknownst to her, her actions had an unexpected effect beyond mere pleasure. The moment her lips wrapped around him, his Yang energy found an easier way into her body, no longer dispersing aimlessly. Instead, it funneled directly through his length and into her, the process intensifying as she continued.
Oliver's body tensed, a deeper pleasure washing over him as his Qi circulated back with greater intensity. His breaths grew heavier, the sensation far more potent than he had anticipated.
"Ahh… Yuki~"
His voice came out in a husky whisper, a rare moment of raw, unfiltered pleasure escaping him.
Yuki, oblivious to the Qi exchange but fully aware of his reactions, continued, her lips tightening around him as she worked harder, wanting to hear more of those sounds from him.
Oliver groaned, his pleasure deepening as waves of pure Yang Qi surged into him. If his Yang energy had previously returned twice as thick, now it was six times as potent. What had once been mere droplets now felt like a steady stream of clear, invigorating energy flowing back into him.
"Ahh~"
Another low moan escaped him as Yuki's tongue swirled around his tip, her delicate fingers tracing his shaft with increasing confidence. Her saliva dripped down, slickening his length, her hand instinctively using it as lubrication.
She lost herself in the act, fully indulging in the warmth and firmness of him, her breath growing heavier.
Oliver's fingers tightened in her hair, his grip firm yet guiding as he began setting a rhythm, gently pushing her head down. His cock pressed deeper into her mouth, filling the space as his Yang energy poured into her in waves.
"Mmm~"
Yuki let out a muffled moan as his dick reached the back of her throat, the unexpected depth sending a tremor through her body. A strange, tingling pleasure blossomed within her, the result of his overwhelming Yang energy seeping into her meridians. She followed his lead, moving in sync with his rhythm, each bob of her head sending pleasurable jolts through her own body.
Oliver grunted, his hand pressing firmly against the back of her head as he felt the energy within him surge. The Qi in his dantian swirled violently, expanding and condensing in tandem with the pleasure coursing through him. His body tensed as his muscles subtly tightened, their definition growing sharper.
His Qi Refinement cultivation surged forward. His energy didn't just replenish—it strengthened, solidified. A breakthrough was near.
The swirling mass of Qi in his dantian condensed further, refining itself as it rippled outward. His meridians absorbed the excess, tempering his body, and in that moment—
Boom.
A silent breakthrough.
Oliver's Qi surged, stabilizing at a new level as his dantian expanded, now nearly a third full. His breath came heavy, his eyes glowing faintly as his cultivation advanced, yet his focus remained on Yuki—on the warmth of her mouth, the way she eagerly tried to please him.
Gritting his teeth, Oliver felt his newly solidified cultivation base surge, his Qi flowing into Yuki's body along with his potent Yang energy. A sudden heat spread through her, an intoxicating sensation blooming within her core, like an aphrodisiac seeping into her very being. Her muscles tensed, her breath hitched, and waves of unfamiliar pleasure crashed over her, overwhelming yet exhilarating.
Her body instinctively responded—her head bobbing with even more vigor, her lips tightening around his throbbing member as she sucked and stroked him with growing desperation.
Oliver's grip on her head tightened, guiding her motions as he felt the intensity build within him. His cock pulsed, throbbing with unbearable need as his climax neared, the overwhelming sensitivity amplified by the continuous flow of Yang energy pouring into Yuki's mouth like a funnel.
"Argh—"
A deep, guttural groan tore from Oliver's throat, his body tensing as the culmination of his breakthrough and the pleasure built to its peak. With one final surge, he released—thick, hot spurts flooding her mouth, the intense surge of Qi mingling with his release, leaving him breathless and fully immersed in the aftershocks of both his cultivation and their intimate exchange.