I Was Called A Demon

Meanwhile, Bianca sat in a chair, her elbows on the table while she rested her head on her hands, and sighed from boredom.

“How did we end up doing this instead of fucking, after all of that teasing? I feel betrayed, you know?”

“You yourself have told me that you wouldn’t be able to focus on both at the same time, so it only makes sense to take care of the boring stuff first. Besides, given the way that our luck is currently being rather convenient, it feels like it’s only a matter of time before we encounter some willing and able disciples.”

Although Bianca wanted to deny it… it was hard to do so. No matter who or what was involved in this, the fact was that things went awfully well for her, in a sense. Although she often ended up in situations where she was seen as some monster or targeted by large groups of cultivators, she always came out of it nearly unscathed, with the same applying to the rest of her party.

If things continued on in such a manner… since they wanted disciples to properly establish a sect, disciples would soon arrive.

“Still, I’ve got no experience with this kind of management shit. Look, if you weren’t so… suspicious at times, I would’ve just allowed you to take care of all of it,” Bianca said, leaning back and staring up at the dark stone ceiling.

“Oh, being so honest now?”

“I’ve put up a barrier using the array, and also I’m pretty sure Huang Su is way too busy fucking her own ass, so… we’ve got nobody listening to us. I’m pretty sure both of us know how we feel about one another, so no point in pretending,” she shrugged, “What, are you going to tell me that you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation?”

“… No, there’s no point in pretending. Still, your otherworldly nature is no excuse here, Bianca – have you no experience with managing people at all?”

“The most I might’ve done is a group project back in school or something, but… honestly, my memories are very faint now. I can still recall that I was in another world not that long ago, but… fuck. I barely remember anything.”

For a moment, the kitsune’s ever-playful expression faltered, seriousness creeping in, “In all seriousness, losing your past in a manner like this is a tragedy. As much as I hate my bitch of a sister, if I could no longer anything about her one day… well, it wouldn’t be too terrible, she’s a real cunt.”

“Yeah, thanks… Remind me, what kinds of positions do we even need to fill?”

“We need elders to be handling the core functions of the sect – managing internal structures and groups, and handling external excursions and the like.”

She grabbed a paper she’d drawn on when they first started their discussion, at least an hour ago at this point. It had crude drawings depicting the rough layout of the Reaper’s Grave, with several circles and titles written on it.

“We’d need someone to preside over the Manual Pavillion, ensuring that the manuals are kept safe and that there aren’t any disciples breaking whatever rules we choose to impose. Someone to take charge of planar material-related matters, assuming we’re able to grow any planar herbs, or otherwise cultivate such materials. If we’re able to get multiple different types, it might even require more than one person, since it is rare for someone to master all of the great arts.”

“Is that really necessary? To have so many different people for all these tasks?”

“If we reach the level of the major sects out there, there can end up being thousands of disciples and countless tasks to take care of. No single person could possibly handle such things alone unless they’re so absolutely, insanely capable in the field of mental cultivation that they can keep track of everything.”

“Right, no computers in this world… if I’d just come with a laptop and something to manage spreadsheets, I’m sure it wouldn’t be an issue… and I’d have a hot secretary to fuck later down the line, too.”

“I shall pretend to understand the words you just said. Should I move on?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Then, we require teachers and instructors, those that can be responsible for training disciples. Traditionally, the sect master of a new sect is capable of filling such a role to begin with, and their disciples become the first generation of elders that pass on those skills and techniques, but… let’s be frank, if you manage to actually teach someone deliberately, it would be a miracle.”

“You never know, maybe I’ll actually understand how my skills work… in a hundred years, maybe.”

“I can attempt to teach you my understanding of such things, but… in all seriousness, we both know that you won’t be able to grasp it. You’ve never had to control your energy yourself, right?”

“… I never managed to figure it out before the Demonic Tyrant did it for me.”

“Then chances are that the basic fundamentals will fly right over your head, even if you manage to understand the more complex theory.”

Bianca pouted, “You’re not wrong, but you could care for a girl’s feelings a bit more, you know?”

“I do, I could’ve called you plenty worse than that, and I would’ve with most other people – and let’s not kid ourselves, you’d do the same. Don’t pretend like you’ve never been tempted to call random people out there morons.”

“I do, all the time, just in my head.”

“Heh, so do I. This is why we get along so well, Sect Mistress,” the kitsune smiled, leaning in before suddenly straightening her back and slamming her hand down on the table, “Anyway, back to work, we’re getting distracted again. At this rate, we’ll do fuck all to actually progress on managing our non-existent sect.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… heavens, I think I need a mouth on my dick or something, so hard to focus otherwise.”

“You sure that wouldn’t just distract you more?”

“Nah, not as long as it’s just that… oh, sweet, Song Ming on her way up here, her mouth will do.”

“She is? I suppose she must’ve been missing you… fine, I’ll wait until then, no chance that you’ll listen to me while ogling her tits from afar.”

“… Hm? Sorry, especially now that her boobs have been growing, they’re way too pretty. I need to use them as pillows a little more often…” Bianca muttered, then grinned, “Heh, is that what you were expecting me to say?”

“Yes, pretty much. What, aren’t you ogling them? I would.”

“No, I am, but I’m also enjoying her ass as well. I’m more of an ass gal, you should know.”

“True, I recall such a thing.”

The kitsune sighed and waited, and before long they heard a knock on the door. Song Ming entered without waiting for a response, her gaze hungry and adoring as she focused purely on Bianca, seeming to completely miss that Xue Yaling was even in the room.

“Mistress~, I’ve missed you so much!” she exclaimed, nearly running up to Bianca’s side of the desk, “I’m feeling a little thirsty, could I get a drink?”

“What kind?”

“Why, both, of course… Mistress, I love everything that you can offer,” her eyes gleamed, though she waited for permission before moving like a good girl.

While Bianca waited just a little, enjoying the delightful eager fidgeting her pet was doing while nearly drooling in anticipation, Xue Yaling looked between the two of them and frowned.

“Did that mean what I think it meant?”

“Well, maybe~,” Bianca couldn’t help but confirm it.

“Then I wasn’t wrong back there, in Heart’s Core Town… do you still recall the chat we had around the time we first met, Sect Mistress?”

“About this? Uh… oh, yes, indeed I do.”

“Then I hope you remember that I was interested in such things myself… receiving and giving, as it were.”

In lieu of a vocal reply, the only sound that was heard was something suddenly slamming into the underside of the desk, Bianca’s eyes fixing onto Xue Yaling with a dangerous intensity.

“You really think I can stay focused when you say stuff like that?”

“Such a fan of, how should I put it… marking your territory?”

“As it turns out, yeah, I am. I mean… fuck, just imagine it. So filthy, and yet…”

“Hot?”

“Very.”

“M-Mistress, can I-”

“Yes, get under my desk already, I’ll break the wood with my… wood, at this rate.”

Her pet didn’t need to be told twice, nearly leaping past the desk and setting beneath it, her eyes gleaming as she stared at Bianca’s rock-hard dick. The moment that her Mistress adjusted her position a little, angling her shaft down for easier access under the desk, Song Ming took it into her mouth like it was her first meal in weeks.

She didn’t even entertain the thought of foreplay, of starting slow and building up to a rapid pace, not that Bianca minded. It was easy for her to get worked up, especially once she summoned her dick, and so she wanted nothing more than some stimulation to soothe that aching desire. Although the loud slurping and gagging was distracting in its own right, Bianca found her mind clearing up compared to moments prior, allowing her to focus on Xue Yaling’s scribbles.

“Right, before I get distracted again, continue.”

“… She sure is going at it. Weren’t we gone for only a day?”

“Yaling, please.”

“Yes, yes. We’d also need guards, and a person to manage guards, and then those that could handle their equipment… someone to handle punishments and imprisonment, as we’ll almost certainly run into some miscreants over the years if we don’t learn how to read minds before running into one.”

“And… knowing how people can be, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone eventually just gets the idea to steal or kill or… well, do any number of other crimes.”

“Yes, so a disciplinary elder of some kind will be needed,” the kitsune explained, though she couldn’t help but glance down at the loud, incredibly prominent glugging sounds coming from beneath the desk.

That also brought Bianca’s attention down, in turn making her pet pause for just a moment to offer a giddy grin around Bianca’s cock before she resumed her work, taking the whole of the length without any difficulty or hesitation. It was as though she belonged right there, on her knees, her jaw pushed to its limit as she accepted the shaft that had only grown since the last time they met.

“Tch, that really is distracting…” the kitsune bit her lip and, after a moment, raised her gaze again, “Mind if I take care of myself?”

“Sorry?”

“I mean touch myself, silly.”

“Oh, yeah, sure… is that going to help, though?”

As Xue Yaling’s hand made its way down, she just shrugged, “Eh, fuck it, neither of us are doing much at this point.”

She slid her fingers beneath her panties and began with rubbing her sensitive clit, though it only took a few moments for her to pause, her hand freezing up as she frowned.

“What, feeling shy?”

“No, I… I’m feeling awfully curious about doing it with a cock, instead.”

That was enough for Bianca to understand in full. Ever since she’d gotten the ability to summon a dick, it started becoming a larger and larger factor in her life, to the point that she felt stranger with it absent than when it was present. At this point, whenever she thought of her own body and imagined herself in various scenarios – even in her futile attempts to recall the many details of her life back in Antania – she imagined having a cock without a second thought.

There was something really addictive about the feeling of having a hard shaft with which she could fuck a woman into submission… and no strap-on could possibly compare to feeling every part of it so clearly, the sensations of Song Ming’s throat squeezing down around the head, her saliva coating the length and dripping down to her balls.

So, it was no surprise that the kitsune had developed a craving for that feeling so quickly.

“Why not, then?”

“I’d prefer to enjoy another’s touch, but… ah, whatever, won’t hurt to do it just once,” Xue Yaling gave in and used her Yin Soul Yang Root, conjuring a cock that jutted out from her panties, and balls that filled them to the brink of causing them to tear.

She pulled her panties down quickly, freeing her endowment and letting it breathe, sweat already coating her unnaturally coloured skin, steam wafting off the sack. After a moment, the kitsune reached down and wrapped her hand around the shaft, her fingers only barely locking around it, and began to stroke it slowly, going all the way down, then back up at a measured pace.

Even then, her dick quickly started to leak precum all over, her arousal evident from that alone. Her pre quickly coated the head, getting smeared all over with each stroke, helping lube her up as she sped up, her attention fixed on Bianca and Song Ming, her spiritual perception reaching out to grasp the scene in full.

The way Bianca’s pet took her cock with ease, the sheer delight with which she went all out to please her owner, ignoring the strain on her jaw or the way she had to move carefully to avoid grazing the shaft with her teeth – a task she succeeded with despite her frenetic pace – all made for excellent material to jerk off to. When combined with the fact that she was already worked up and eager to let out some steam, she could feel her climax approach quickly, her breath laboured and her balls feeling tight, urging her to let loose.

Still, she endured, slowing her pace just a little when she started to get too close to the brink. She didn’t have any intentions to showcase some incredible endurance, but she did want to finish only when Bianca did.

“Heavens… I can’t really put it into words, but… there’s something rather hot about this whole situation.”

Both of them spoke between heavy, steamy breaths, “Hah… you think?”

“Don’t you think so? My pet, servicing me like the good slut she is… and then you, jerking off to it because it’s so hot… makes me think of some even lewder scenarios, but… I’ll stop. Enjoy the view as I… ugh, fuck, fill this bitch up!”

The kitsune couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at whatever ideas the Sect Mistress was having, but deigned not to question them further – not yet, while they had prying ears. Instead, she allowed herself to pick up pace again, approaching the edge as she watched Bianca sweat. Not content with just leaving Song Ming to do her task alone, Bianca grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth like some toy, grunting and moaning as she finally found her release.

Using all her strength, she forced her pet’s mouth all the way down to meet the base of her cock, letting out a primal grunt as she released her load. As her full, churning balls tensed up and squeezed down the thick, viscous seed, Xue Yaling also came, her load having no convenient mouth to fill.

So, the pearly, musky ropes of cum had nowhere to go but on the floor and on the back of the desk Bianca occupied, splattering all over… though it was nothing compared to the vast amount unloaded within Song Ming’s stomach, flooding it to the brim, making it bulge out and inflate as though she’d swallowed buckets of semen.

Yet more spilled past her lips, splashing onto Bianca’s balls and mixing in with the forest of pubes, some more splattering onto the floor. Despite that, Bianca’s cock remained in place, and it remained deep within her pet’s throat, as though Song Ming didn’t need to breathe.

Perhaps, with all of her experience, she truly didn’t need to.

“You blew your load already? Shame, should’ve waited just a bit longer…” Bianca grinned, patting Song Ming on the head, “So, sweetie, do you have a bit more room in your stomach?”

“… So casually? I must say, I’m a little jealous of you two,” the kitsune muttered, her cock dissipating as she returned her fingers to her pussy, gently rubbing her clit, “Still, I can still touch myself without that thing.”

“Right, easy to forget.”

With that, she shut her eyes and leaned back as she emptied her bladder, letting out a faint exhalation as she filled her pet’s throat again. The volume was far lesser compared to her ejaculation, and so after the moment’s rest Song Ming had had, she was just barely able to drink it all without issue.

Meanwhile, on the side, Xue Yaling found her fingers speeding up, her pussy getting even wetter than it already was, coating her thighs and chair.

“Fuck, that’s so hot… Do you do that often?”

“Every now and then, yeah.”

“… Lucky bitch. In under a year, you got yourself a woman that gladly drinks your piss, and here I am, single after all this time.”

“Sucks to be you… wait, really, nobody this whole time?”

“Nothing serious or committed, trust me…”