********* Forgotten Cultivator **********
I walk in with Yu. The others stay in the Residence, playing with Little Stripes. Little by little, she's getting used to them.
Using qi to create light is the most basic use. I think we should all learn it. Luckily, we have the twins.
It's humid and quiet. Yu walks in front. She's a little tense. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I suddenly put my hand on her shoulder.
"AAAAahh! Kong!!!" she screams, scared first, and then angry.
She looks at me angrily while I laugh. She puffs out her cheeks.
"Don't look at me like that. Ha, ha. I'm sorry, Ha, ha. I won't do it again."
"Fool!"
She kicks me and turns around. I hug her gently from behind.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You're so adorable. What can I do to get you to forgive me?"
"Just don't do it again," she says, still in an angry tone.
"Okay."
I kiss her on the cheek. She breaks free from my embrace. She moves forward without looking at me. She seems angry. But I know she's not. It was just a little joke. And it's not the first time. And many times I've been the victim.
"And don't tell Yi."
"I promise."
It takes her a while to speak to me. Then, she seems to have forgotten about it.
"Aah!" she exclaims, stopping short.
Something has surprised her. But she moves forward. Although, slowly. Wary. We've reached a slightly larger cavity. It's a room. There's some pretty battered wooden furniture. In what used to be the bed, there's a skeleton. I guess that's what has scared her.
"Call the others. Let them see it, but they should be warned."
"No way," she refuses, with a mischievous smile.
The first to fall is her sister. She screams when she sees the skeleton. And because of her sister's attack from behind. She looks at us with a sour face when we laugh.
Shi, Song and Liang are just surprised. They aren't very scared. We're used to burying the dead. Even seeing skeletons. The twins seem a little disappointed. Maybe, next time.
"This sword is good. It's better than the one I have," Shi takes hold of a weapon.
"The spear is damaged, but only the handle. I'll try to put another one on it," Song contemplates a spear.
The twins decide to draw lots for the dagger. The one who loses will choose next time. There're no bow or arrows. There're several utensils, many of them damaged. Some perhaps recoverable.
"These pills must be valuable if they haven't spoiled," Liang adds, holding a small bottle.
They don't seem to be damaged. Although, none of us know very well what they are. For now, I keep them. I take a ring and apply qi. Luckily, it isn't protected. I take out some notebooks. Being inside has protected them.
One is a cultivation technique. It goes all the way to the Body realm. It's based on extracting the essence of beasts. I guess it makes sense for someone hiding in the forest. But it's useless for us.
"He must have been in the Soul realm. The dagger is too good for someone at Genesis, but a bit poor for someone at Body," explains Yu, who has won the dagger.
Her sister grumbles. Yu seems quite satisfied. She's very interested in weapons. She's studied several of them in the armory. Even if she can't take them with her, she can see and feel them.
"Who may it be?" Liang wonders.
"We'll probably never know," Song shrugs.
I put the notebooks away. Some might be interesting. We decide to clean up the room. And get one more ring. There's some money. In total, about ten gold pieces. A fortune for me. I could buy some cheap slaves, maybe myself. But I know how quickly they're spent. I've accompanied to buy to town before.
The clothes in the ring are good. I don't know about the quality. For me, they're a luxury. There're scraps of clothes outside. They haven't survived the passage of time. I wonder how long it's been here.
There's also a strange scroll. It looks like a piece of a larger one. And it's like it accepts qi. Not ours though. Like it's not suitable.
"Maybe, it only responds to a certain person, a certain lineage," Song suggests.
"Or you have to be in a more advanced realm. In the realm of the soul, qi is compressed, it increases in quality," Yi suggests.
"Who knows. Keep it. Maybe, it'll be useful some day," Shi suggests.
That's what I do. It's not that it's a problem. It's just that we're all curious. Too bad there's nothing we can do.
We decide to clean the room. It could serve as a hiding place for us in the future. If we don't go back and stay here. It doesn't sound too bad. If we increase our strength enough, it wouldn't be a very dangerous place anymore. And the illusion still works when we close the door. I don't know how long the wood will last, though.
We found some energy stones. They're valuable. They're used for cultivation. Or for many other things, like creating formations. For example, the defensive formation that these gave power to.
We look at each other uncomfortably. If it hadn't been damaged, if it hadn't been created in a somewhat precarious way, perhaps we'd be dead. Next time, we'll be more careful.
There were also other formations on the door that didn't seem dangerous. One was the illusion. The others had to do with detection. Maybe, to hide from others. But they don't work anymore. Part of the structure has been damaged by the rotting of the wood.
Perhaps, the skeleton had been an expert in formations. At least, he knew something about them. And a couple of the notebooks are on that subject. For now, I'm not too interested. Neither did any of the girls, but we'll see.
For tonight, we stay inside. It's safer. The twins are a little afraid of possible ghosts. Despite that, they stay. Hugging each other tightly. The watch will be long.
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It seems that Shi and Song have done the only two guard shifts, Song the last one. Pitying the twins.
I go to find Song at the exit of the cave, trying not to wake the rest. Shi and Liang open their eyes. They wink at me and fall asleep.
I reach Song. I hug her. I kiss her. She kisses me. My fingers penetrate her. Hers are playing with my rod. The others are squeezing her voluptuous breasts. Gently pinching her nipples. Hers are playing with mine.
We look at each other with passion when our tongues separate. It doesn't take long for us to join them again. Our breathing quickens. She shivers. Her insides squeeze my fingers.
Her arms lose strength. She lets herself fall. She lies on her side. Her legs and knees bent. As if she were sitting. I'm behind her. Accessing her breasts with one hand. Stroking her hair with the other, her long carrot hair. Penetrating her. Her head turned, searching for mine. Finding it.
"You never leave my breasts alone... AAAaaaaaahh~!" she protests weakly.
"I love your freckled breasts. They're so soft. So spongy," I whisper, squeezing them.
"Aaaaaah!! Mean! Aaaaah! Aaah!"
One of her hands rests on the floor. The other reaches my buttocks. She slaps me. She laughs when I squeeze her breast harder. She kisses me. My hand lets go of one and reaches the other. Then, goes back to the first. Their touch is addictive. So sensual. I never get tired of them.
Her good leg is between mine. The other is one on top. I kiss her neck when she hides her lips. I move her hair aside to reach her ear. She moans with pleasure. We're in no hurry. We revel in our presence, in our warmth. By the time I fill her, she's given in to me. It's her fourth orgasm.
"Kong..." she whispers my name passionately.
