The pill hit like liquid lightning.
The moment it slid down Han Shuo's throat, an icy, violent current exploded through every meridian in his body. He collapsed onto the wooden bed, back arching, teeth clenched so hard they creaked. Demonic yuan roared to life, devouring the foreign energy like a starving beast. Cold fire raced along his arms, legs, spine—every tiny blocked channel was forcibly torn open and remade.
Pain.
Bliss.
Pain again.
Han Shuo's vision blurred. Sweat poured off him in sheets, soaking the coarse sheets beneath him. His thin frame twitched and spasmed, muscles visibly swelling and hardening under the skin. The "solid" realm of demonic cultivation surged forward at terrifying speed. Bones creaked, skin tightened, and the last remnants of Bryan's old scars faded completely.
Hours passed. When the torment finally ebbed, Han Shuo lay panting, eyes bright with feral hunger. He sat up slowly and flexed his right hand. A small wisp of red-purple flame danced above his palm—scorching heat on one side, bone-chilling cold on the other. The Mystical Glacial Spellfire had taken form.
A dark, satisfied grin split his face.
*Perfect. The stronger I get, the sooner those powerful men will be the ones on their knees, cocks buried deep inside me, fucking me senseless while they lose every last shred of control.*
He stood. His body felt lighter, stronger, taller. The coarse errand-slave clothes now clung to newly defined shoulders and chest. He rolled his neck once, then sent a mental command toward the barrel.
Little Skull climbed out on its own this time. The seven bone spurs on its back had lengthened and sharpened into sleek, wing-like blades that gleamed with faint black demonic light. Its movements were smoother, faster, almost intelligent. The empty eye sockets glowed with a dim, loyal crimson.
"Good boy," Han Shuo murmured, stroking the smooth dome of its skull. "You're going to be very useful soon."
He tested his new strength by sparring lightly with Little Skull in the cramped warehouse. The skeleton's bone dagger flashed, but Han Shuo dodged every strike with casual ease, even landing a few playful slaps on its ribs that sent it stumbling. When he finally stopped, both master and servant were perfectly intact.
Dawn was breaking. Han Shuo slipped out, finished his morning chores in record time, and positioned himself at the usual window outside the necromancy classroom, broom moving lazily while he absorbed Master Gene's lecture on advanced bone-arrow control.
Halfway through the lesson, the door to the training field next door opened. Master Fin stepped out, long light-purple hair tied in a loose ponytail that swayed against his elegant neck. The tight mage robe hugged his toned chest and the firm, rounded curve of his ass with every step. He carried a stack of scrolls, hips rolling naturally as he walked.
Han Shuo's grip tightened on the broom handle.
*Look at that ass… perfect for gripping while he's bent over, moaning my name.* Heat pooled low in his belly, dark possessive hunger flaring hot and sharp.
Fin paused, sensing eyes on him. He turned, beautiful face lighting up when he spotted Han Shuo. "Bryan! Come here a moment."
Han Shuo obeyed, keeping the foolish smile on his face while his gaze drank in every line of the teacher's body.
Fin pressed a cool finger to Han Shuo's forehead again, checking the healed skin. "Still no scar… incredible. Your body is changing faster than I expected. I'll need more samples from you soon." His voice dropped, almost excited. "Stay after class today. I want to run a few more tests."
Han Shuo's smile widened, eyes gleaming. "Yes, Master Fin."
As Fin walked away, Han Shuo watched the sway of that perfect ass and let the fantasy play out in vivid detail—Fin flushed and gasping, strong thighs wrapped around his waist, begging for more while Han Shuo took him apart.
Later that evening, after another brutal session of Spellfire training that left his right arm trembling but stronger, Han Shuo returned to the warehouse and found Little Skull waiting with a fresh pile of "gifts"—a few shiny magical crystals it had scavenged from the garbage dump.
Han Shuo laughed softly, dark and low.
"Keep it up, little one. Soon we'll have enough power to start collecting what's mine."
He swallowed another small piece of the pill's residue he had saved, letting the cold energy wash through him again. The demonic yuan surged even harder.
In the quiet darkness, Han Shuo's eyes burned with ambition and raw desire.
*Eric and Claude… those powerful, dominant men will pin me down and fuck my ass senseless until I can't think straight. While I pin down pretty Fin and Lian, spreading their legs and claiming their tight holes until they're moaning my name and begging for more.*
Sleep came easily, and the dreams that followed were even darker, even hungrier than before.