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Master and Apprentice 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 17:59:39 +0000 UTCI smirked. “Here?” I was game, but I wanted to be sure.
My influencer student kept a tight control over her online image. She presented herself as a lover of exercise but tried to differentiate herself from most fitness models. Annie didn't offer her body or the way it made her feel physically as the reason to work out, but instead used her personality as an example. Exercise was fun; you didn't need a reason or a goal to do it – movement and challenging yourself made you feel better. That was why she did what she did, and it was why she believed others should give it a try as well. She was wholesome, bubbly, and relatable. Did the former cheerleader take advantage of her good looks and incredibly fit body with tight clothes and questionable camera angles? Of course, but there was always an air of plausible deniability. Fucking outdoors in broad daylight was far outside of her carefully crafted brand.
Annie gave a small nod and, in a low voice, said, "We can use the leaked videos as promo and an excuse. 'If it's going to be out there anyway,' – that sort of thing. It won't be us just making porn, it'll be us taking control over how our bodies and sexuality are presented in the public eye."
I raised a brow. That was pretty clever, if a little content-brained – well, terminally content-brained, to be honest, but clever, nonetheless. Leaning down, I kissed her gently before breaking away but keeping my face just inches from hers. I kept my voice similarly quiet and rolled an Acting to make it look like we were just enthralled by our runaway passions, completely ignorant of the cameras. "You've put some thought into this."
“I think about us all the time. Who do you think told Tammy to be out here? She’s not even typically awake this early.”
“Ha! Seriously?” She nodded, giddy at the reveal. “Why, Annie Shine, you devious bitch. I didn’t know you had it in you. Well done.”
She giggled. “I’m the senior student of Black City Kung Fu, shifu. I have to have at least a few schemes active at any given time, don’t I?” She leaned up for a longer kiss, this one very deliberately ramping up in desire and need, writhing slightly and making sure the camera would catch the pink of her tongue as it entered my mouth – the result of her own Acting roll. Pulling back with an exaggerated shiver, she said, “Now, I believe there were some strategic guarantees.”
I nodded. “There were. You were completely unhinged, and that’s precisely the sort of behavior we reward around here. You’ve got a blank check, Shine. What would you like?”
“First,” she said, “check out what I learned to do.”
Her eyes flashed bright white, magnesium-bright, so bright it left painful black spots behind in my vision. Below, a thin, jagged line of fire spread down the center of her bra and the sides of her boy shorts at a snail’s pace, until her breasts popped free and the elastic of her shorts snapped.
I kept the pain off my face, using a discrete Breathing charge to heal the retinal damage; she was obviously very proud of what she’d done, and I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I don’t think she even knew her eyes flashed – it was something we could work on later.
“Nice.”
“Thanks! It happens every time I try to use telekinesis.”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. I was talking about your tits, but that too, I guess.”
Annie flicked my forehead and drew me in for another kiss with a hand on the back of my head, her fingers rejoicing in the sensations as they ran through my hair, nails massaging my scalp. She kissed her way up my face, pausing to graze my jawline with her teeth, and rolled my earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
“I want the world to see what I do to you,” she whispered. “I want them to go to bed wishing they could fuck like us.” She fell back, with a look of intense self-satisfaction and again that same wet slap of flesh against the stones, though louder this time. Ha! She was doing it on purpose! Annie had maximized the skin contact when she fell just to make the noise for the cameras, rightfully judging it to be vaguely but sinfully erotic. “Fuck me, James. Let’s dual cultivate. It feels weird not being totally wiped after that workout. Make me hurt again.”
She led me by the cock, making me shuffle over until I was between her still-folded legs, her wrist, and thumb never stopping their circular, teasing strokes. With an eerie grace, she extracted each leg from under her one at a time, using slow, smooth movements only possible through her incredible strength and muscular control. Annie was silk and steel, every ab and muscle visible through her pale, sweat-slick skin, flexing as they worked in unison to silently seduce both me and our voyeurs. Her body had been hardened first into a tool to realize her ambitions through countless hours of self-inflicted torture, and again into a weapon through our joint efforts and my powers. Yet, an easy femininity had been preserved, her wide hips accentuated by her taught waist, and her modest breasts made large by her narrow frame. My magic cum, and whatever was going on with her biology, had moved her to just under that threshold of inhuman beauty. She practically glowed in the late morning sun, hair splayed out like a fiery halo, and, for a moment, as her lips parted in an expectant gasp, I found myself forgetting the world. My neighbors, our immediate plans, they were distant memories in the face of the angel under me. All that mattered was her joy, infectious and blinding, and the knowledge that I was in part responsible for it.
In the back of my mind, I noted with a master's pride for his student, that Annie had likely crushed me with a Seduction roll. Ah, how wonderful. She'd come so far from the mix of confident athlete but nervous young woman she'd been when we'd first met. Sure, maybe it wasn't a great idea to intentionally leak porn of us right after accidentally starting a bunch of sex cults, but that was a thought for another time. Currently, I don't think I could have stopped myself if I wanted to. My mother could have walked through the backdoor, and I doubt I'd have even bothered to look up. Besides – conspiring with your hot crush's neighbors to trick/seduce him into starting an OnlyFans with you? Hilarious. As the founder of Black Harbor's horniest and only shenanigans-based martial art, I was obligated to reward this behavior.
Annie’s right leg, the one closest to the cameras, hooked around my waist, while the other went higher, tracing a path up the center of my abs and pecs with her big toe before booping my nose with it, taunting me. Her eyes and teasing smirk begged me to respond even as her hand rubbed the bottom of my cock into her clit, keeping it from slipping lower and inside her. She circled her left foot around my head, hooked it around my neck, and pulled my face down with a quick, explosive movement to start peppering my cheeks and the corner of my mouth with kisses.
I felt the lust in the air pooling around our waists, confusing me before I realized that Annie was crafting it into a spell.
“Hng!” A gut punch of pleasure hit me as the energy snapped tight around the base of my balls and shaft, drastically increasing the sensations I was getting from her clit dragging along my frenulum. Laughter like bells filled my ears. “You’re pushing it, Shine. Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing that, too?”
“Maybe,” she purred. “My roommate volunteered to film for us, by the way. Want to see what else we worked on?” The energy began to swirl around us again. I growled, rolling an opposed Aura + Erotic Sorcery to take control of it before she could, easily beating her. “Hey, no fair!”
“It’s my turn.”
Rivers of force exploded out of my body as the Squid Devouring Maiden Meditation got to work, pulling in the available lust energy and infusing each tentacle with a sort of single-minded sentience. Twelve Successes on the roll directed the limbs to use my subconscious knowledge of Annie’s desires to tease and sexually torment her, freeing my mind for the business of dual cultivation. It was a riskier proposition now that Annie had a serious wellspring of power as well; there was a real chance we accidentally melted the stone tiles or sent flames lashing out if we fucked it up.
I let our Qi mingle. Like the woman herself, her life energy begged to be dominated, mischievously lingering in my dantian until it was made to circulate as it ought to by my own. She threw her head back with a throaty moan at the sensation, my own muffled as I buried my face into the crook of her neck. Annie pushed my cock down, splitting her lower lips, dripping wet and almost uncomfortably hot even to me. The leg hooked around my waist flexed, and she thrust her hips up, taking me halfway inside her with an almost violent need, my dick striking the jade egg like a battering ram. I accidentally gave her a hickey, sucking in a sharp breath as my mind was assaulted by the absurd heat of her pussy; if this was her baseline temperature, I wasn't sure she physically could fuck more than a handful of other men across the planet.
“Agh!” she cried out as though struck, body tensing up. The tendons in her neck flexed quite beautifully, I thought. I dragged my tongue along one of them.
We were in it now; dual cultivation couldn’t be willingly interrupted once it began. I confess, I’d momentarily forgotten about the egg, but the thought of pausing to do something about it, let alone stopping the cultivation was ludicrous, an impossible suggestion. As our Qi became one, there were only six things in all existence to either of us: me, Annie, and the four cameras pointed our way.
It said something about the two of us that the cameras stayed, I’m sure, and probably nothing good. But what were you going to do? We were who we were, the master and senior student of Black City Kung Fu.
Following that urge to show off, I sat up on my heels as I started pumping, making sure the cameras could see the way her breasts heaved and jiggled and the way the outline of the egg bulged grotesquely with every stroke. My hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her towards me with every thrust, getting closer and closer to hilting myself fully. Incredibly, Annie's legs stayed hooked around me through it all, including the one around my neck, giving her a thorough adductor stretch every time I fucked her hard into the stone tiles.
One of the force pythons invaded her ass, catching us both off guard and making us orgasm in unison. Some small – very, very small – part of my brain ringed the tiny dinner bell of alarm as my cum started to gush out; probably not great to show how much supremely valuable, Qi-infused seed you produce on camera, it said. I ignored the voice.
The dual cultivation was far from over, though I did need a brief pause while my vision went white from pleasure. Heat, terrifying to most, had begun to leak out during the momentary lapse in concentration to the point that sweat was now pouring off my body, sizzling as it hit the ground.
Annie, naturally, recovered from her own climax faster than I did; it took me minutes to finish cumming these days, the torrent of jizz feeling endless at times. While I wrangled our Qi and focused on not evaporating the neighborhood, my senior student took the opportunity to shine, as was her birthright and privilege. The force pythons hadn’t bound the bratty sub as I thought they would. They squeezed her torso and thighs with painful pulses, but only gently writhed around the rest of her. I suspect she still wanted to be able to show off in the leaked video.
Using all of her tremendous core strength, Annie did a crunch and tightened her hold on my waist with her leg as hard as she could, lifting herself off the ground and onto my cock fully, ramming all eight inches of me in alongside the jade egg. Her other leg, the one around my neck, pulled my face into her breasts, which she thrust towards me with her back. Not satisfied with just that, she started rolling her hips in circles even as I continued to spill my cum inside her. The power, the flexibility – It was an act of sexual athleticism for the ages and did me no favors in trying to manage the cultivation. Every muscle in her entire body was turned towards fucking her man in the most needlessly dramatic way possible.
I moved my hands to her ass, their grip helping hold her in the air along with a force python that had wrapped itself around her neck, adding a rasp to her unceasing moans, mewls, and whines, but not outright choking her. Once I was capable of it again, I started thrusting, harder and faster this time, with the sort of strength that would have broken most women. My hips blurred, and the wet sound of my balls slapping against her ass was a rapid staccato. This was what Annie had wanted: sex literally impossible for the vast majority of people who would watch it.
Time blurred; reason and dignity vanished; we lost ourselves to one another. How long we stayed like that, Annie suspended in air, me mauling her breasts with my mouth, our thighs colliding, I couldn't have said. I couldn't have said how many times I came, at least once more, for sure. It probably didn't make the best viewing, one position for so long, but even our consummate professionalism as performers couldn't survive the onslaught of sensations.
I was cumming one final time as the dice clattered for the dual cultivation results. My body was shaking, and Annie, whose neck was pressed into the ground in something of a mating press, was a complete mess. I couldn’t remember how long she’d been like that, but the cum that had spilled out from her cunt to roll down her front and onto her face told quite the story. She’d been showered in my sweat, though much of that had evaporated from the heat, and her own tears and drool had soaked into her hair.
Christ, the thought of this image hitting the internet and a video of me completely lost to pleasure for who knows how long cut through the lingering sexiness of the moment. It was embarrassing – not humiliating, but embarrassing. I suppose it would help sell the video as being an accidental 'leak,' at least.
That thought gave me barely a second of respite from the shame before the system messages popped up. At least the Silver Dollar in my ass had been justified, but that was small comfort.
[Dual Cultivation Results]
7XP
Annie Gains 7 x 4 (Sex Ed) x 2 (Icon of Perfection) = 56XP[Ally Quest Complete!]
Fuck Annie on camera.
Reward: 30XP, +1 Elemental Control (Fire), Annie Gains 30XP, +1 Charisma, +2 Performance (Acting)
Bonus, In front of your mother: 30XP, Annie Gains +1 Aura, +1 Endurance, +1 Willpower, +2 Martial Arts[Ally Quest Complete!]
Let Annie arrange a leak of your amateur pornography.
Reward: 10XP, Annie Gains 40XP, +1 Finesse, +2 Deception, +3 Craft (Pornography)
Bonus, Showed off your dual cultivation and cum enhancements: 15XP, Annie Gains Three Treasures Symphonious Soul
I looked up in horror to see my mother with her own phone out and Ami looking extremely uncomfortable. She had a bag I recognized to be from Doc Pham's store on her arm – the Dit Da Jow I requested. I cursed the Producers in my mind; of course, this was when they would bring it by.
The Peach of Immortality had finished its work on Ma, and the results were staggering. She was statuesque – iconic – an ageless and supreme beauty, her plain jeans and sweater elevated to art on her perfect figure. Almost as if she was cell-shaded or something, she stood out against the drab background that was mundane reality.
“Ma, what the fuck!?”
Her face curdled with bloodlust, sending our amateur camerawomen fleeing inside Papes’ place. “Eh!? Don’t curse at me, James! And what the hell are you doing?” She snapped her fingers and pointed at Annie. “After a man finishes making love to a woman, he should hold her tight and whisper sweetly into her ear. Get to it.”
“What? Ma, get out of here!” I tried to pull out of Annie, but she whined with disappointment and locked her legs around me.
“See! Your student understands the way of things. Don’t disappoint her! I demand you embrace her as a man should!”
“Huh? James?” Annie blinked up at me. “What’s going on?” She yawned, took a Breath to recover, and stretched out beneath me, going into a full bridge and, thankfully, unlocking her legs to do so. I slipped out of her as she did. Annie froze at the upside-down image of my mother. “Woah. James, I think I can see an angel over by the door.”
“That’s my mother. Ma, go inside.”
“Your moth—Your mother!? Ack!” Annie was upright in an instant, blushing bright pink as she scanned the ground for her clothes, finding only the burnt and tattered remains of her outfit.
Ma barked a laugh and flickered, one moment by the door and the next in front of Annie. I rolled my eyes; she just had to show off for my senior student, didn't she? "Ho. So this is your first student? Stand still, girl, let me have a look at you."
Annie froze at that, a mouse – or a hamster, in her case – before an eagle. Ma leaned forward, sniffed the air, and then ran a finger across the underside of her breasts, scooping off my cum.
I almost gagged as she popped the finger in her mouth. “Ew, gah! Come on, Ma. Jesus.”
She laughed again. “Cum on, Ma? Okay. Here, child, if my son won’t honor his duties as a man, then I will.” Ma pulled Annie in for a big hug, uncaring of the various fluids that were now soaking into her sweater, and stroked her hair. She smiled blissfully as she pressed her cheek against my student’s – I would have found it adorable if it wasn’t for literally everything else about the scene.
“Mmm! Ah, what a wonderful day! My son has grown up and found himself a worthy student.” She pulled back a little and pinched Annie’s cheek. “So pretty, too! I owe you my thanks, girl. James has been much more responsible since he met you.” Turning to stare daggers at me, she added, “Not that it was a high bar to clear.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that; I was too busy trying to be disgusted. This should have grossed me out, and it did at, like, an emotional level, but physically speaking, Ma was an inhumanly beautiful goddess covered in my cum and hugging my freshly-fucked, naked redheaded lover. It was a struggle, to say the least.
“Th-thank you,” squeaked Annie, finding a way to turn redder. “I mean, um, you’re welcome? Uh, Ms. Li?”
“No, no, no. You must call me Mama. I’ll be sad if you don’t,” said Ma, finding a way to make it sound like a threat despite herself.
Annie gulped and nodded seriously. “Yes, Mama.”
With one hand on Annie’s upper arm, Ma dragged her over to where Ami was standing awkwardly by the door. “Come, meet my new closed-door student, Ami. In every way but legally, she is a daughter to me and a sister to James. She’s here because your master said he could teach her Mandarin in a day.”
“Hi.” Ami, at least, had the decency to only go for a handshake.
“Don’t be shy, Ami. In a way, you two are family now.”
“Oh. Alright. Um.” Ami hesitated, taking a half step towards Annie for a hug.
That was enough of that. I rolled an Agility + Martial Arts to do my own flicker step, appearing at Ami’s side with a hand on her shoulder. “O-kay! Hey, I’ve got an idea! How about I take Ami inside for some Mandarin, while you teach Annie a little about our school’s roots?” I was smiling, but I shot Annie a pleading look – Get me out of this, please.
She sucked in a breath to say something but paused to examine Ma's face instead. Traitor.
Luckily, Ma was nodding, clearly having been about to suggest something similar. “Yes, a worthwhile idea. Go on, James. And put some clothes on! You’re embarrassing your sister.”
Annie raised her hand like a child at school. “Uh, should I—”
Ma waved her down. “No, don’t bother, we’ll be grappling anyway. In fact—" She whipped her sweater off over her head.
“Alright, have fun, you two,” I said quickly, pushing Ami inside before I had to see any more. Just the brief glance I’d caught of her abs was now burned into my mind forever.
The moment we were inside, I sagged with relief. I had been dangerously close to crossing a line in my own head that could not be uncrossed. How I’d felt looking at Ma must have been how Maki had felt looking at me and suddenly experiencing attraction towards a man for the first time in her life. Christ, I’d have to do something special for her – that had been extremely disconcerting and viscerally upsetting.
“Sorry about that,” I said to Ami, running a hand across my face.
She tilted her head, confused. “About what?”
Oh, right, the filial piety Feat, my personal albatross. “Never mind. Take a seat in the living room. I’ll get dressed for you.”
She blushed and then looked very angry at herself for doing so. "Er, you don't have to. I wasn't embarrassed or nothing." I gave her a raised brow, not having to speak to express my doubts. Ami looked away, ashamed. "I, uh, watch you two's videos. She's pretty badass – or, you both are, I mean."
I nodded slowly. Ami wasn’t inherently uncomfortable with the nudity – my various Feats were probably preventing that – she was jealous. I couldn’t blame her; living with Ma, and then heading over here only to see Annie Shine, Ami’s equivalent in my school, in all her glory, tits a-bouncing, would get to anyone. Well, I could do something about that to make her feel better – nothing overt, I didn’t want to establish any filial precedents that would carry over to when Crystal was home from college, but a little couldn’t hurt at this point. It would help with the Mandarin lesson, too.
I walked Ami over to the living room and sat down next to her on the couch, thigh to thigh, slinging my arm over her shoulder. This was how Crystal and I often watched movies, except that one of us was naked this time. As long as I didn’t strip down when Crystal got back, then it would be fine; nothing in our dynamic would be changed by the Feat.
I made Ami pull out her phone, predicting correctly that she would have an app for Mandarin that I could help her work through. Before rolling the Teaching roll, though, I rolled an Erotic Sorcery to discreetly cast a simple spell, just something I could trigger to send a tiny pulse of pleasure to her brain every time she got an answer correctly. The goal was to trigger the added XP benefits from incorporating sex into training, and to come across as ambiguously flirting with her. As in, I wanted her to think it was possible I was flirting with her just enough that she gained some confidence in her own looks and charisma, but not enough to know for sure, which would presumably have lingering effects due to Paragon of Filial Piety. I had to tread carefully to make it look like any feelings were coming purely from her and were unrelated to me. Though, I was kind of guessing here; the Feat was written to be intentionally vague, I was pretty sure, but it sounded right to me. Really, I just wanted Ami to feel better, while also making sure that Crystal, and everyone else who valued filial piety, wouldn’t think it was acceptable to openly flirt with your sibling.
I’d realized halfway through the session how bad I’d fucked things up, but by then, it was too late. By the end, an hour or so later, Ami had practically melted into my side. The spell had worked, reducing her to a gooey puddle to activate Sex Ed, and I’d rolled six Successes on the Teaching roll. That gave her 48 Experience, more than enough to buy her up to Mandarin 3 (the furthest I could take her under the new Teaching rules), and would leave her a solid chunk that her body would repurpose as she slept.
But, honestly, what the fuck had I been thinking? Ami was not some wallflower; she had been feeling self-conscious, not shy. The girl had spent the majority of her life around hardened criminals on the streets, whores, con artists, and gangsters, and had learned her social cues from them. She had regained her swagger the moment she thought I might be flirting with her, and she didn't care if maybe I wasn't. Ami started flirting back immediately. The hand not holding her phone had at first rested on my knee, and then my upper thigh, and at last my inner thigh. I'd played dumb, hoping that the Feat wouldn't trigger if I made it look like I was just too stupid to notice the advances. But Ami had pushed. She'd been taught her whole life that if you wanted something, you fought for it – a lesson my mother was assuredly also hammering into her head daily. She'd started talking with her hands more, and as that hand on my thigh moved around, it just so happened to brush against my cock repeatedly.
I'd tried to keep up the act but only got two Successes to play dumb – one hundred percent, absolutely, not enough at that point. A complete imbecile would have been able to see that I'd decided to tacitly tolerate/allow Ami's continued advances.
Whatever, I just had to hope that Crystal’s personality would hold true, and our relationship would be unmoved by whatever the filial piety Feat could do. I had to have faith that my little sister would be stalwartly non-perverted about all the various changes that had occurred to the family since she’d been in California.
Ah, who was I kidding? This was a hentai world. I was fucked.
“And that’s Mandarin, basically,” I said in Chinese, extracting myself from Ami as she scrolled through a news site in total bafflement.
“What the fuck…But, Gege, I, we didn’t—how am I reading this right now?”
I called back from my room, throwing some shorts on as I did, “Well, you already knew Kanji and were working on Cantonese, right?”
"Yeah, but badly though. And this is Simplified; I only studied Traditional…Wait—" she paused. "I…I said that in Mandarin. I'm speaking Mandarin! What—what the fuck.”
"Yeah, well, uh, you know." I walked back into the living room and hit her with the double-finger guns, clicking my tongue. "I'm a good teacher?"
Whoops – wrong response. She looked up at me, not with just the infatuation of minutes ago but also open awe and no small amount of fear. That was the way she looked at Ma.
I was saved from having to navigate further by the woman herself walking in from the mudroom, fully dressed, thankfully, albeit in just a tank top and her jeans. Annie was shuffling behind her, wearing Ma’s sweater like a short dress, exhausted and battered, but beaming with pride. The cum that had been matting both the last I’d seen them had either absorbed via the skin or vanished, leaving nothing but perfectly clean clothing behind.
"Tch, I lost track of time. Put a clock outside, James. No wonder you're always late."
“Shifu!” said Ami excitedly in Chinese. “Gege actually did it! I can even read articles without a problem!”
Ma didn't miss a beat. "Of course, he did, Ami. Your older brother only looks like an idiot at first, second, and third glance. Once you get to know him, you'll see that he's his mother's son." She clapped her hands. "Right, let's get going. We need to get measured for new bras. James, I brought some medicine from Doc Pham as well as the Jow; it's all yours."
“Aww, thanks, Ma. Tell him I said I appreciate it next time you see him.”
“Mm.” She nodded. To Annie, she said, “Girl, you would do well to remember what I told you when you’re interacting with my son.”
Annie paled. “It’s only rude if you tear both eyes out at the same time?”
“What the hell, Ma?”
“Yes, but more importantly: Dogs beg!”
Both Annie and Ami immediately responded, “Women take!”
“Oh my God.” I rubbed my temples and muttered a curse under my breath, shaking my head. “Thanks for stopping by, Ma, Ami. Come on, Annie, let’s do some candle flame meditation. Your master needs a mental reset.”
Comments
Spessgot
It's context dependent like a lot of things in Chinese. It can be used literally between family, respectfully, cheekily, flirtingly, insultingly, etc. depending on the existing relationship/tone
Blue Jay
I have watched enough Cdramas to translate the English into Chinese on my own lol. Food for thought: would it be more appropriate if Ami had said James-Ge instead of Gege since Gege is usually abbreviated when not used on its own?
Einar Strandberg
How do I love his mother more every time she shows up? One of my favorite parts about the setting is that Qi bullshit is known, and everyone expects martial artists to be insane.
