I Was Called A Demon

It was hours before Bianca appeared outside, and she made sure to clean herself up first. While it was likely that Huang Su and Song Ming had some clue of what she and the blacksmith got up to in their private time, it was best not to advertise it too openly.

Still, she had been through enough sexual encounters to figure out how to sort herself out. A buttplug to keep the cum that remained in her ass from leaking out, a quick wash to freshen herself up, and something she didn’t quite understand that her Demonic Tyrant was able to achieve as far as sorting out her scent.

Presumably, it affected the modifications that Xue Yaling had made to her body technique some time ago, but she still lacked the ability to truly comprehend her own skills and techniques, so it was just a guess.

It worked well enough, though. It couldn’t completely hide the scent of cum, and it only amplified her sweat, but that was more than acceptable. She had a kink for being sweaty, and she smelled way better than she had back on Orbis nonetheless. Her standards may have also declined a little after all the time out in the wild…

‘Ah, whatever, I should honestly just normalize it for everyone at some point. Walk around smelling of cum and sex and be proud of it – the Demoness Sect way…’ Bianca thought as she stepped into the upper pavilion.

There, to the left and right of her so-called throne, stood Song Ming and Huang Su, both chatting in a friendly manner, with her pet even leaning on the back of the chair, but neither occupying it. Good.

Even better was the fact that, not long before she came in, Song Ming appeared to have gotten thirsty, leading her to grab the bottle that was filled, as always, with litres of steaming hot cum. Every now and then, Bianca would add to it, either with masturbation or by filling it as she climaxed from sex with her pet, so it was always full and ready to provide her sweet darling with all of the protein she could ever need.

As always, the scent rushed out from the opening, a potent musk that managed to get even Bianca horny, so Song Ming and Huang Su felt it even more. The Phoenix Sect’s leader blushed and look away, while Song Ming started drooling – for the brief moment before she brought the bottle’s opening to her lips and drank from it, filling her mouth eagerly before swallowing.

Even more of the scent leaked out, slowly permeating the throne room, lingering even when Song Ming had enjoyed her fill and closed the bottle again. Some of the creamy fluid lingered on her lips, and her breath was unmistakably dyed by the scent… not that it was a big difference.

With how often she’d sucked Bianca’s cock or otherwise ended up consuming or being covered in her cum, her natural scent was corrupted long ago. Even if they didn’t fuck, her skin smelled more like Bianca than Bianca herself, not to mention her breath. It was rather hot to have her marked in such a manner, so she didn’t mind it, and it should ensure that nobody was stupid enough to touch her… it didn’t work the first time, but surely it would this time.

Surely.

“Sorry it took a while, encouraging Han Rushu was surprisingly hard. We needed to talk it through a few times, but now I think it’s been sorted out,” Bianca said, going right up to the chair and taking her seat, crossing her legs as she leaned back, “Ah, this is comfy… Although it could always be better.”

“Mistress, I’ve missed you!” Song Ming exclaimed as she got down on her knees in front of the chair, leaning her head on Bianca’s leg, nuzzling up against it, “Mh… I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetie,” she chuckled, leaning forward to ruffle her hair, “Love you too.”

“Mistress… We have been waiting for you. You had wanted to speak with the Dancer and your apprentice, did you not?”

“I… ugh, I wish that I could actually teach that girl something. I kinda feel bad that I’m just leading her on like this,” Bianca sighed, “Even if she is learning something.”

“I must admit, I have some fascination with what she will be able to create. Typically, the realm of creating entirely new skills and techniques is considered to be relatively advanced, something for those in higher realms, or with especially high comprehension. Xue Yaling, as much as the kitsune’s ways… upset me, can be considered to be in the second category.”

“Yeah, I can tell… Anyway, we should… actually, no, I changed my mind.”

“You do not wish to converse with the two today?”

“No, not that. Rather, why must we come to them? I’m the Sect Mistress here, that’s not how things work over at the Phoenix Sect, do they?”

Huang Su frowned, “Mistress, are you sure it is necessary to express your authority at this point?”

“When else? Besides, it’s a simple walk up, I’m sure they can manage. They should be ready to set a good example for our future disciples.”

Surprisingly, it was Song Ming that ended up looking up with suspicion and asking, “Mistress, is it just because your legs are tired?”

“… No.”

“You probably fucked that bitch of a blacksmith too, didn’t you?”

“…”

“It’s okay, Mistress, after you’ve worked so hard, it’s only right for them to come to you instead,” her pet nodded with a serious look on her face, as though that reasoning made perfect sense.

Since Song Ming quickly returned to nuzzling up to Bianca’s leg, she missed Huang Su looking bewildered for a moment before she managed to reign in her expression.

“Well… ultimately, I do not believe that they will be opposed to it. As I recall, Yu Juan had wished to experience the bedroom a few days ago, but lacked the opportunity to see it,” Huang Su gave up and went along with it, “Would you like me to call for them?”

“Wait, let me try out the array first. I should be able to do it with the reach that thing offers,” Bianca shut her eyes and sat back, focusing on the array.

She could just make the Demonic Tyrant do it trivially, but she wanted to get at least some impression of how that worked. That required as much of her attention as possible, so she kept her eyes shut, breathed slowly, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, and then gave the command.

Locating the two wasn’t hard – they were further down the Reaper’s Grave, both of them sitting down on a bench and chatting casually – so the hardest part was stretching out energy towards them. At least, that felt like the hardest part, as out of the things the Demonic Tyrant did for her in an instant, this was one she struggled to fathom how to replicate. Still, it was technically her that performed the deed, so she got more experience out of it than she could’ve.

‘Come up to the peak, your Sect Mistress wants to see you.’

The two jumped, but soon composed themselves and ended up beginning their journey up the mountain. There were some shortcuts they could take, but it would still take a while for the two of them to get there, leaving Bianca with some free time.

“Well, looks like I’ve managed it, so now we just need to wait. I know, let’s play a game.”

“Uh, Mistress, did I hear you correctly?” Huang Su asked.

“Yeah. Honestly, we’ll probably become super busy in a short while, so we won’t really have many chances to do anything silly like this. Might as well get it out of the way. Besides, how long has it been since you’ve had a chance to do something like this? Just to play around a bit?”

“… I suppose I cannot deny that I have had few opportunities to focus on amusing myself in the last few years,” the Phoenix Sect’s leader admitted, her shoulders dropping in defeat, “Very well, Mistress. Do you have something specific in mind?”

“Sure. I’ll think of a person, you can ask up to… twenty questions to figure out who it is. After that, you tell me your guess… and Song Ming can suck my dick or something, I don’t know.”

“Yay!” her pet grabbed her legs and attempted to spread them to reach the space between, but Huang Su reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I do not believe that will be necessary. It would be needlessly distracting, at the very least,” she shook her head, waiting for Song Ming to back away before withdrawing as well, “Let us just focus on the game itself. I am sure that you and your girlfriend will find plenty of time to spend with one another without me present.”

‘Aw, but I wanted to force you to look at my cock and fantasize about being in my pet’s place, having you drool for it before those two arrive, leaving you all pent up and horny… ah, I’ve got time, I don’t need to rush,’ she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, “Well, fine. I’ve got a name, so start with your guesses.”

An hour later, Yu Juan and Jia Bo Xun had ascended the mountain, arriving in the throne room to find Huang Su standing at the side with the most serious expression she’d ever showed, rubbing her chin with one hand, clearly deep in thought as her eyes seemed to be looking through the world.

In the middle, on the throne, their Sect Mistress sat with a grin on her face, seeming to mock Huang Su while she patted the cat in her lap… no, that was Song Ming, laid atop her legs and purring.

“You’re out of questions, you know. If you can’t solve it, then I win, and you… agree to do me a favour.”

“This… How can none of these questions have narrowed down the answer? I do not understand… and you are sure it is someone that I know?”

“Of course, that was your first question, I answered it already. I’m not going to cheat – when I don’t have to, especially,” Bianca’s grin grew wider, “Come on, you can do it. It’s easy.”

“B-but… Song Ming, please-”

“Mistress said that I’m not allowed to help, because I am her kitten. Cats don’t speak… meow,” she replied, looking to her Mistress for approval and getting some gentle chin scratches, “Meow meow~!”

Jia Bo Xun glanced to Yu Juan, trying to judge the situation from her reaction, and only saw her being as confused, also glancing over to search for some sense in the room – and, given that she was blind, still prompting a glance from her was quite something.

“I… I shall admit defeat. Song Ming, please- thank you,” before she could even ask properly, Huang Su was handed the bottle, and reluctantly opened it up, “That… is indeed very fresh.”

“You made it, so that’s just proof of your good work.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Huang Su sighed, lifting a hand to hold her nose shut with one hand while bringing the opening to her open mouth.

Without further hesitation, she drank from it, letting her mouth fill with the sticky, thick, viscous fluid within before gulping down the whole mouthful loudly. She downed one, two, then three mouthfuls before finally lowering the bottle, quickly wiping some of the cum sticking to her lips with a finger. By the looks of it, she was about to burn it away before Bianca’s stare forced her to instead lick up the remnants, although her expression was the complete opposite of happy.

It didn’t help that as her tongue returned to her mouth, the tip coated in musky seed, she happened to turn and end up facing Jia Bo Xun and Yu Juan.

From the looks of it, her soul departed from her body in that moment, leaving her frozen in place, her expression still, but her eyes… there was no life left there.

“Ah, you two. Sorry, Huang Su and I just got awfully competitive for some reason. I tried proposing a bet, and she agreed, but… heh, I had a trick up my sleeve,” Bianca offered a smile, but rather than being warm and comforting, it felt oddly terrifying.

‘She managed to make a Sect Master drink her cum, just like that…’ Jia Bo Xun was more surprised, since she hadn’t gotten the full picture of how Huang Su had supposedly joined their group, although Yu Juan looked impressed as well.

The only one not reacting was Song Ming, or, as she looked in that moment, a big soft cat resting in her owner’s lap.

“Um… Ahem, Master, we’ve arrived, as you asked.”

“Oh, right. Welcome… one of these days, we need to figure out the etiquette for this stuff, but I don’t feel like it today,” Bianca leaned back, resting her elbows on the armrests, “So, what have you two gotten up to?”

“I’ve been trying to keep track of pavilions and rooms that are suitable for disciples to stay in. Although most of the Reaper’s Grave has been ransacked and destroyed, some areas still have intact beds and other amenities… no stockpile of food or fasting pills, or anything of the sort, though,” Yu Juan reported, offering a low bow as she did so, “Sect Mistress, I may be completely wrong, but I think this will be an issue in the future.”

“How so?” she tried to focus on the subject, but it was hard to ignore the way that the scent of cum lingered on Huang Su’s breath, making her typical motherly air feel very, very different.

All the elements that contributed to it instead gave off the impression of sluttiness and experience with that scent, and it was very, very difficult not to just summon her dick and jerk off right there and then. Most of the ones present probably wouldn’t mind, which made it more tempting, but she had a feeling that pushing Huang Su too far would be needlessly risky.

It was already impressive enough that she somehow managed to convince the Phoenix Sect’s leader to accept drinking Bianca’s cum as a term for their little bet, and even she wasn’t quite sure how she pulled that off.

“Well, we can either not eat, or subsist on planar energy, but if we accept new disciples as most sects do, they’ll want to eat normal food. However, the area here isn’t ideal for farming, what with it being filled to the brim with the energy of the Reapers and your own power, Mistress,” the Dancer explained, “And, if we’re to be completely honest, I don’t think any of us know what we’re doing when it comes to farming.”

“Meow! I… don’t recall what we did back at Xi Village, so I’m not of much help,” Song Ming’s enthusiasm faded with every word, until her shoulders dropped and she returned to just lying in Bianca’s lap, “Never mind, meow…”

“Um… Master, if you don’t mind the question, why is Song Ming acting like a cat?”

“We’re just having a bit of fun, don’t worry about it,” Bianca replied, because, frankly, she wasn’t sure either.

It just happened, but she wasn’t about to complain about her darling being in her lap and acting so charming and adorable. If there was anything more adorable than this, then… well, she would love to see it.

“Anyway, as for me, Master, I’ve been dedicating myself to studying your skills. I have managed to get close to replicating your majesty, but I fear that I still fall short of the expectations that you’ve set for me,” her disciple kneeled, bowing her head.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve been studying diligently and developing your skills without stop. Furthermore, I don’t want you to simply copy me, I would like to see you develop your own craft. Skills that are suitable for me won’t be as suitable for another, even if faithfully replicated,” Bianca made up some nonsense on the spot, carefully watching Jia Bo Xun’s reactions.

Since she seemed to be buying it, Bianca offered a warm smile – copying Huang Su as best as possible – and kept going.

“As such, keep training. Be sure to ask others for advice and teaching, although you must not let them skip the hard work for you. Trust me, it will pay off in the future. One day, we’ll stand at the top of the world together, braving the tribulations of the ninth realm, and you’ll be able to stand there with me precisely because of the hard work you’re putting in now.”

Bianca had no clue what a tribulation to the ninth realm looked like, nor whether either of them really had the chance of reaching it in their lifetime, especially since she hadn’t guided Jia Bo Xun on any techniques at all – whether just in pretend or not – but it seemed to work out.

Her disciple looked up with gleaming eyes, filled with pride and eagerness, making Bianca feel bad. If the girl ever caught on that she was just being lied to, led along as a cruel experiment…

‘Then we need to make sure that she doesn’t realise, right?’

‘Stop that, we… I…’

‘There’s no harm to it, is there? As long as she lives a happy life as a result, then it’s only upside for her, isn’t it? Why should I break her current dedication if it will just lessen her opportunities?’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Oh, the meek one rebels!’

‘No, I’m just upset that you’re right. Ultimately, if she can carve out her own path by doing this, then… there’s no real harm to it.’