The door to Amaya's office clicked shut behind Travis, but her presence lingered on his skin like a phantom touch. His heart still hammered from the way she'd straddled him
—*assessing him*, she'd claimed.
Yet the heat in her gaze had whispered something far more dangerous.
*Come back tonight. Midnight.* Her words echo in his head as he left.
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The moon hung low as Travis made his way down the winding trail beyond the academy's outer walls. Amaya's private residence wasn't far—just past the spirit forest that shimmered faintly with ambient qi.
He stopped before a curved stone gate bearing her personal sigil. The heavy doors creaked open without a word.
Rose and Lily waited just beyond, their violet robes glowing faintly under the moonlight.
"You're expected," Rose said with a faint smile.
"Don't make her wait again," Lily added, brushing past him.
Without another word, they turned and vanished into the shadows.
Travis crossed the threshold alone.
Amaya's manor was quiet, steeped in incense and mystery. The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted—thick with qi and desire. Candles floated midair, their violet flames casting soft shadows across the chamber.
Amaya stood at the center, draped in a sheer, sleeveless wrap that clung to her like mist.
"You're late," she said without looking at him.
"I got lost," he murmured.
Her gaze met his, cool and unreadable. "You reek of hesitation."
She stepped forward, fingertips brushing his chest. A pulse of energy passed between them—alive, searching.
"Dual cultivation requires trust. If you can't give me that… leave."
Travis caught her wrist. "I'm not afraid."
Her lips curved into something between a smile and a challenge. "Then prove it."
"You can do anything you want, Travis. Just… keep your mouth shut."
I nodded once, slow and sure.
She didn't want words—so I let my body answer.
My hands slid around her waist, then boldly down to cup the curves of her ass. Firm. Elastic. Divine. I squeezed, slow and intentional, massaging as my thumbs traced lazy circles.
She didn't resist.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine. A charged silence passed between us—something more than lust.
She began unfastening my robes as I peeled away the layers of her deep purple dress. Her skin shimmered with spiritual light, soft as silk and warm as flame.
My tongue found the curve of her neck while one hand gently cupped the swell of her breast, the other unhooking her undergarments with practiced patience. Her breath hitched.
Cloth rustled to the floor. Her nipples stood proud—erect and flushed. I took one into my mouth, my tongue circling, sucking, teasing.
"Ahn~" she gasped, arching into my mouth. "Lick them… harder, Travis… yes…"
Her hands roamed my body now, fingers greedy and exploring. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against her slick entrance. Her ass slapped down onto my hard length.
Her eyes widened. "Oh… Heavens… You're…"
Her breath caught. My size filled her—perfectly. Her nails dug into my back, and I began to move, slow at first, then faster.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
She moaned into my ear, legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her body trembled with each thrust. "More… Travis… More! Go deeper!"
Her words spurred me on. I gripped her waist, driving harder, her inner walls gripping me like velvet lightning. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls.
Then she growled, eyes burning with challenge. "Show me you're a man. Bang me! Prove it with your body!"
I obliged.
Fucking her relentlessly, I felt her break beneath each wave of pleasure. Her body convulsed in climax after climax, moaning, crying out, losing herself to the rhythm.
And yet... she began moving too. Thrusting back. Hips circling. Her mature, voluptuous form meeting me with equal hunger.
I lifted her with strength born of desire, stood up, pinned her to the wall—and kept going.
She whimpered, overcome. "I can't… it's too much…"
But her body told a different story.
Then—light.
A radiant beam enveloped me, and I froze mid-thrust. The world blurred as power surged through my veins. The light faded, replaced by a swirling black aura.
I fell to a seated position, cross-legged, instinctively channeling the energy. My body trembled as roars echoed within my dantian.
Behind me, a shadow took form—a spirit unlike any other. Ethereal wings unfurled, and melodic hums filled the hall.
A divine spirit had descended.
A glowing screen blinked into existence before me:
> [Connecting to the Ascension Galaxy Network…]
[Account Established.]
[System Received.]
[Rank Received.]
[User: Travis Momoa.]
[Age: Seventeen Confirmed.]
[Status: Confirmed.]
[System Activated.]
[Ascension Spirit: Divine Erotes Faerie]
[Cultivation: Lower Spiritual Awakening Realm]
[Rank: 10B / 20B]
"What the hell…" I muttered. The voice was cold. Artificial. Precise.
> [Congratulations on your first cultivation. You are now a Cultivator.]
Amaya, still glowing with the aftershocks of ecstasy, chuckled softly, amused by the stunned expression on my face.
"You've taken your first step. But you're still a novice," she said, her voice returning to that of a teacher. "There are many stronger than you."
"I know," I replied. "But I'll surpass them."
She nodded approvingly. "Then begin. Don't waste the Yin essence you've drawn from me."
That snapped me into focus. The red mist of energy in my dantian pulsed—Yin energy from our union, ready to be refined.
I sat once more, channeling Qi. My cultivation surged.
The Divine Erotes Faerie spun gently behind me, radiating harmony and desire. As I absorbed heaven and earth's Qi, my Yang energy increased at an insane pace.
Amaya watched, lips parted in surprise. "He's already halfway full… this fast?"
Minutes later, a new notification pinged:
> [Breakthrough Achieved: Body Tempering Realm – Layer 1]
Amaya raised a hand. "Enough. Stabilize your foundation first, or it'll crumble."
I nodded and slowed my breath, grounding myself.
The Ascension System chimed again:
> [Dual cultivation is recommended. Based on your Ascension Spirit, your cultivation rate increases twofold with this method.]
I stared at the screen. "So… I am a dual cultivator."
I looked behind me—and gasped. The Divine Erotes Faerie hovered there, radiant and seductive. A beauty formed from the essence of lust itself.
Amaya approached, eyes narrowed in thought. "This… is no ordinary spirit."
She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Check the data."
The screen responded:
> [The Divine Erotes Faerie is a rare Ascension Spirit born of universal lust, one of the primordial desires. While lacking in direct offense, it excels in nurturing growth.]
– Enhances all senses (Heavenly Senses)
– Grants Heavenly Eyes for spiritual and material perception
– Accelerates herb and beast cultivation
– Doubles Qi absorption
– Enhances comprehension and healing
– Heightens sensitivity to Heavenly Orders
Amaya whistled low. "A spirit faerie… born from desire… Travis, you might have been Spiritless—but now, you're something else entirely."
I clenched my fists, power pulsing in my veins.
"I'll become stronger. No matter what it takes."