Forb Cult - Prologue-Ch. 0001

Today, I was made to work late, but I can't complain. I'm a slave. My life and time don't belong to me. Besides, I'm a slave of the lowest class, as I haven't even started cultivation. Although, I've been feeling the energy inside me for a while now. Maybe, I'll get it soon, and my status will improve a little. Instead of a slave of the lowest level, I'll be a slave of the second lowest.

I sigh, that's all I can hope for. I'm already over twenty. If I had gotten it before I was ten, maybe some master would have noticed me. I'd have had the chance to stop being a slave, and become a student. But it's too late now. Now, all I can do is try to improve my status a little.

I can't complain too much either. At least, I usually make it back to the dormitory in one piece. My talent for drawing is appreciated by Master Mu, the copyist. There aren't many of us who can help him copy the manuals. So, if we get beaten so badly that we can't work for him, he'll get really pissed off. That's why they usually leave us alone. Although, our safety isn't guaranteed.

The dormitory is as usual, pretty quiet. It's nothing more than a storeroom. There're large rooms in which we put old sheets to separate our portions of the floor. In them, there're our mattresses. They're made of old sheets and straw.

Shi is half-asleep on the mattress. It seems that she hasn't had a bad day today, and she's not in pain. Her biggest flaw is that she has some attractiveness. It makes students often sexually abuse her. There's also the envy of some female students.

She often comes with bruises, and sometimes more serious injuries. But there's nothing to be done about it, we're just slaves. We're little more than a piece of furniture, or less if it's an expensive piece of furniture.

No one punishes a student or higher-level slave for abusing a lower-level slave. Only if they can't do their job can they be fined a small amount. Whatever is considered worth the time we can't work. The same if someone kills us. They must pay for a new slave, whatever the market price. In my particular case, they'd also have to face the wrath of Master Mu.

I lie down next to her and grab her waist. She slowly turns around, she wasn't asleep. She forces a smile and stretches her arms towards me to kiss me. I accept her kiss while my hands caress her legs up and drag her robe.

"Hi," she says to me.

"Hi."

She isn't wearing underwear. We only use it when we go to work. We don't have that many clothes. Hers is drying a little further down.

My left hand caresses her buttocks. It passes over one of her many scars. The right hand continues to raise her robe, until it surpasses her breasts. Each of them fits perfectly in the palm of my hand.

She separates from me to take it off completely, while I bring my mouth closer to suck her right nipple. My right hand gently grabs her left breast, as my left hand grabs her rounded ass.

She moans softly, and manages to remove her robe completely. After that, she lies down on the mattress and spreads her legs. Then, I take off my shirt and pants. My medium-sized erect dick is reveled. I slowly bring it closer to the moistened lips of her vagina and penetrate her gently.

She puts her hands on me. She caresses my muscular chest, the product of the slaves' hard daily work. I put one hand caressing her cheek, tracing the ugly scar left by a jealous student. The other runs over her waist, her chest, the muscles that protect her stomach, her other scars.

I move rhythmically, without abruptness. My breathing accelerates. Hers too. The movement of her breasts is as hypnotic as her intermittent moans. From time to time, we look into each other's eyes. We even kiss.

I enter and leave her, accelerate little by little, and approach climax. The spasm in her vagina tells me she has had an orgasm. This time, she hasn't faked it. I can't avoid the sudden pressure that forces me to ejaculate. I penetrate her with force three last times.

It has been fast, it always is. We don't have enough time to revel in the pleasures of the flesh. In fact, I think we only do it to keep feeling a little bit human, not just objects. We do it with sweetness, because it's the only sweetness we have. We already have our daily routine for the roughness and the pain, especially her.

We look at each other for a few seconds. I'm still inside her. Our breathing are returning to normal. Finally, I move away. She forces a smile again and turns around. She closes her eyes to rest. Tomorrow, will be a day as exhausting and hopeless as today has been. As every day has been since we became slaves.

I look at her with a certain tenderness, and also lie down on the bed. I don't hug her, that would be too intimate. We could end up falling in love, and that is something we can't allow. Maybe, tomorrow she'll die. Or I'll die. Or a student will decide to have her in his room for several nights in a row.

Maybe, it could even happen to me. A male or female student. Or even an elder. It's true that it's not easy. Master Mu's halo gives me some protection, but only a little. In fact, I still have vague memories of when I was a child, recently bought by the sect. When a master decided that I was his next victim.

As I go to sleep, I try to circulate the qi inside me. I'm getting closer and closer to reaching the first stage of the Genesis realm, but I'm still a ways off. Maybe, next year.

It's not that my talent is disastrous, it may be average. However, they don't give us the time or the resources to cultivate. If I had been born into a powerful family, I might have already been in the fifth stage by the age of ten.

But that's something that didn't happen. My family must've been poor, so I was sold as a slave at the age of five, like so many others. Maybe they died, who knows, it doesn't matter either. The reality is what it is. I'm the property of the sect.

Nobody is going to invest resources in us. The only reason they give us a little incentive to cultivate, in our little free time, is to have slaves who can work harder. Nonetheless, there's no reason to refuse. Life is a little better if we increase our strength.

I can't try to cultivate much more. My body feels tired after another day of work. It isn't that important either. Little by little, I close my eyes and lose consciousness. Tomorrow will be another day.