"Oh. Yes, very good. I didn't expect them to train you this well..."
Bubai caressed the bowed head of the young model who was showing the remarkable extent of how good the full version of what she's doing was.
Dear Merlin… can this get any better?
At first, his serious injuries left him thinking recovery will suck a lot...
Hide in a dark, smelly, and unhygienic stall alone. Suck on his own golden finger till everything gets better...
But a swan meat fell into his laps and it turns out… the process didn't suck at all!
It's just that the earlier healing journey was mostly lying down and filling his nurse's purse.
Now this… was really sucking for recovery! In every sense.
To be frank, compared to the other enchantresses he frolicked with, this Wu Ya's technique wasn't the best, rough around the edges even—but it had heart. And depth.
Coupled with that pretty face framed by that stylish bob, it was enough to stir any men's hunger.
Best part? She was willing to let him do... whatever he wants.
Bubai grinned like a crook. "Hm. Since you can handle it so deep, there shouldn't be any issues if I get a little... rough?"
The caressing hand turned into a claw that firmly gripped her head and... full throttle ahead!
Her answer was an upturned glare with thinly veiled resentment.
There's not much her full mouth could say, but those eyes of hers were almost screaming that she will never forget this experience.
And that, more than anything, thrilled him.
Now, that's the reaction he wanted.
It was best if she remembered this for a lifetime and even write an in-depth report about it.
That might make things more... interesting later on.
But for now? There's no need to care about that. Now, just do it!
Soon, she was left gasping breathlessly and giving him a real dirty look. "...Satisfied?"
Bubai admired his work of art.
Another vivid memory with great visual impact to reinforce his foundation.
Now that earned his nod of approval. "Good. Very good."
Facing his heated stare, Wu Ya simply bowed her head, reached for the Sunfire Jade box she'd left nearby, and started wiping the indignity off her face into it while demanding: "Intel."
"Hah… No patience at all." Bubai sat back down like a sage lounging in a garden of fairies. "Alright. Go ahead. Let's clean and talk."
She shot him another dirty look before quietly bowing her head.
Smiling, Bubai petted the obedient ghost in the dark and started making up nonsense.
"Once upon a time, there was a handsome man—"
That earned him a bite and a frosty glare.
"Ok, ok—relax, relax. I only wanted to spice it up a bit..."
Feeling the hard bite return to being soft nibbles and licks, Bubai cleared his throat and started again.
"Ahem. In short, one day, after harmonizing yin and yang, I discovered something unusual about my body."
"After some thorough, in-depth... discussions with my maids and lifelong companion, I realized I could actually gather a mysterious vitality in my body through dual cultivation!"
"To put it simply, it's like bottling spring water in the marrows. This stored essence will then actively help me recover whenever I am injured."
"And this recovery effect becomes even more potent when I dual cultivate with fairy maidens like you."
The interrogator shot him that "go on, keep speaking nonsense" glare.
Bubai blinked back, looking genuinely innocent.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I swear, I told you the truth!" Partially. Heh.
Reading nothing useful on his face, Wu Ya sullenly pursed her lips. "What else?"
"No more."
Her face deadpanned, clearly unconvinced.
Bubai showed a helpless face.
"Hey, you can't blame me. Not my fault. It's been less than a full moon's cycle since I've learned about the whole transformation of my physique. How much did you expect me to know?"
Wu Ya's lips thinned out into a line. She looked like she regretted taking the deal in the first place.
But she didn't argue back. She simply got up, distanced herself, and turned her back to him to start cleaning up in silence.
There were no tears, no sobbing, not even a peep.
But that clear-cut, all-bottled-up-inside act only made her look all the more pitiful, like an aggrieved concubine.
Rubbing the back of his tingly neck, Bubai sighed. "Alright, alright… don't be like that. A deal is a deal. I won't let you suffer a loss."
"Once I figure out more of my body's secrets, I can tell you next time—no charge. Really. And if you're interested, you can even help me comprehend what mysteries there are."
She glanced back at him with that sour "do I look easy to fool" look, then ignored him.
Bubai shrugged. "Hey, even if you don't trust me, you can trust the process. As long as you stay by my side, are you still afraid the truth won't come to light?"
Seeing her still ignoring him and slipping on her black silk straps, Bubai got up and padded over.
Hugging her belly from behind, he coaxed her like a child.
"Yush, yush, don't ignore me. Here—I'll even throw in a bonus secret for free this time. Just for you. Wanna know?"
She paused, not resisting but not leaning into him either. That wasn't a no.
Bubai playfully smiled and whispered.
"Did you know… through many trials, I've noticed the vitality from my essence actually has a great skin-conditioning effect? Real skin-care treasure."
That earned him another deadpan "do I look stupid" stare.
"I swear! It's the truth!" Bubai raised a paw to swear. "If I lied about that, may ninety-nine bolts of heavenly thunder roast me on the spot!"
That smoothed out the flat frown on her face. Somewhat.
But she didn't bother commenting on this topic further and simply looked away, flatly demanding: "Let go."
Still playing hard-to-get? Bubai didn't give up and leaned down to nip her ear.
"Why the long face? Don't tell me this isn't enough for your report?"
She angled her face to avoid his nibble and muttered, "Enough."
"Hey, then why are you still giving me the cold shoulder?"
She shot him a sullen glare. "The shadow pearl won't last long. Get dressed."
"Oh. Right. Right…" Bubai sheepishly scratched his head. Almost forgot about the time.
Reluctantly, he let go of the beauty and watched her openly slip on her black lingerie.
Ink-dark thoughts clouded his mind and his eyes grew deeper and deeper.
Looks like this time he lost out on a lot in this transaction. But is that really the case?
Did he let slip too much "free" intel for… nothing?
No. Not at all.
Truth and lies were all a mixed bag.
His tendency to ravage her, his hunger to dominate her, his initiative to yield to her antics...
Those were obviously all part of the act.
All to create the illusion that she had him all wrapped up in her fingers.
This will give her and those behind her the misconception that he is an easy-to-control man ruled by his lower half.
Only then will they play into his hands.
When women seek control, the leverage is their talent, their beauty, their temperament.
But control goes both ways.
Who controls who in the end… that is still up for debate.