I Was Called A Demon

Despite being the most against this at first, Su Gong was the first to proclaim her eagerness, “Yes, I will join!”

Yang Moshi had already been leaning towards staying here, and trying to get into the Sect Mistress’ pants, so after peer volunteered, she raised her hand, “I… I will too!”

“You two… Sect Mistress, can you promise our safety?” Liang Jun sighed at seeing those two jump into the matter so quickly.

“For as long as you remain within the sect, the power of the protective array will keep you safe. If it’s a threat that not even it can ward off… then I’m not sure there’s much anyone other than a seventh realm expert could do.”

“Then… for the sake of Chen Yiren, I would ask that you provide us with protection. She may not have a cultivation yet, but-”

“That will not be an issue. All you have to do is contribute to the sect in the ways that you can – I doubt any of you have missed the state most of it was in. Many buildings require repair and reconstruction, and it will be some time until we can reach the level of the other sects,” the Sect Mistress admitted, “But we will reach it, and we will one day be able to face the world and tell it ‘No’!”

Liang Jun bowed her head, “Thank you for your kindness, Sect Mistress. We will not forget it.”

“Then, unless any of my elders have complaints… I welcome you as new disciples of the Demoness Sect. Introductions are in order, aren’t they?” the Sect Mistress leaned back in her seat, “My name is Bianca, the Sect Mistress. To my right, Xue Yaling, our Inner Disciple Elder – she will be taking care of you once you proceed on the path of cultivation.”

The kitsune curtsied for them, her voluminous tail swaying from side to side as her ears perked up.

“Next to her is Han Rushu, our Blacksmith Elder. Her talents in blacksmithing are impressive, so look forward to earning weapons or armour from her.”

The blacksmith didn’t seem to be as enthused, looking weirdly awkward, but she gave them a wave before turning away again. The patches of scales on her skin glistened in the light of the flaming feathers, making her look rather otherworldly even in her disinterested stance.

“Finally, Yu Juan, a former Dancer, and our Outer Disciple Elder. She will be taking care of you for now, feel free to speak with her if you have any issues here.”

The blindfolded woman bowed, though as she raised her head again, it felt as though her eyes still passed over each of the Rong Village survivors. There was a faint light behind the darkness of her blindfold, two faint embers of peculiar light that seemed to see right through them.

“I have a lot of experience in aiding those whose soul struggles more than their body. If you require my help, I will be glad to provide it,” Yu Juan said, her voice soft and alluring.

“I can confirm, she was quite helpful at relieving the stress I had endured in my journey here,” Bianca said, the faintest smirk briefly lifting the corners of her lips before she moved along, “Then, to my right, my gorgeous girlfriend, Song Ming, Right Guardian of our sect.”

“Mistress, you’ll make me blush…”

“You already were, cutie. Besides, you look wonderful when your cheeks are all red like that,” Bianca’s presence seemed completely different when she was with her girlfriend, the oppressive air around her dulling to a significant extent.

For a moment, she didn’t look like some kind of demon, a mighty leader of a sect, but just a woman in love with another.

Only for a moment, though. The next, she turned back to the survivors of Rong Village and continued with her introductions, the demonic air and crushing atmosphere returning in full force.

“Anyway… my disciple, Jia Bo Xun.”

Liang Jun bowed to her right away, not giving her a chance to talk, “Thank you again for your kindness, senior.”

The others did the same, with Su Gong making the slightest effort in this while Yang Moshi bowed the lowest.

“Ah, there’s no need to be so grateful, I was merely in that place at the right time. It was merely time for my training, and refining my newly created skills…” the former bandit almost looked bashful, though her eyes looked cold, as though she was looking at nothing.

“Creating skills? You are at such a point in only the third realm?” Liang Jun’s eyes widened.

This did get a true reaction out of her, a certain satisfaction that radiated all too obviously from her expression, “It is all thanks to the guidance of my Master.”

“Do not put down your own talents, you’ve done an excellent job – I’d like to see what you’ve accomplished up close after this,” Bianca shook her head, proceeding onwards, “Then, Shouge Zhe, last of the reapers-”

“I am only an elder of the Demoness Sect now, Sect Mistress,” the reaper said, cutting her off, “My past is of no relevance, as long as I am able to uphold our sacred mission.”

“Then, Shouge Zhe, our Elder of the Technique Pavilion. She had created most of the furniture there, among other things, so be sure to appreciate her when you visit it. At the moment, it isn’t particularly full, but… we’ll change that. If you put in your own techniques, incidentally, you’ll get some contribution points.”

The kitsune coughed, “Sect Mistress, if I may, it would be best not to-”

“We’ll figure something out – also, I know you know how to send messages without talking, so do that,” Bianca rolled her eyes, “Right, where was I… finally, Huang Su, Left Guardian. She is an expert in the sixth realm, and is very knowledgeable about cultivation, too.”

“Huang Su…” Liang Jun narrowed her eyes, looking over at her, but didn’t end up saying anything else.

“So, that should cover it all. The Demoness Sect is small, yes, and we’ve got little presence on the world stage – but this will change, I can assure you all. One day, we will stand at the top, and nobody will be able to stop us from living our lives the way we wish, nor harm those we care about,” Bianca stood up, “For now, get used to the place, find somewhere to stay, and relax. You are all dismissed.”

She took a step away from her throne, then turned to Huang Su, “Oh, and bring some light back in here, this whole feather thing is… unnecessary.”

“Understood, Mistress,” the Phoenix Sect’s leader waved her hand, and all of the flaming feathers disappeared, and a moment later sun suddenly flooded into the chamber, illuminating it well enough that even the darkest corners were visible.

The feeling of the room changed completely, flipping from a threatening, mysterious place to… just a throne room. It was relatively bare and plain, clean but definitely not in perfect condition, and the figures that had once seemed unapproachable now looked mostly ordinary.

Even the blindfolded woman who now approached them looked only… no, the glow behind her blindfold still felt oddly threatening, at least to Yang Moshi.

“Then, if you would have me, I can guide you to some residences you could occupy. We’ve only got a small number of fully repaired and furnished structures, even with the aid of the Dancer’s Abode, but there will be enough for all of you to stay,” the Dancer said, gesturing them out of the chamber, “Let us not disturb the others, our sect still has much that needs to be done, after all.”

“Very well, elder,” Liang Jun bowed, looking to the others, “Go on, be respectful.”

Yang Moshi did so quickly, Su Gong following up a moment later and Chen Yiren being the slowest – and ended up with the lowest bow of them all, clearly overcompensating.

Still, Yu Juan seemed to not mind at all, as she just smiled.

“There’s no need for this. I’ve done nothing to earn such respect… and there’s no particular harm in being informal at this moment. There are no other disciples to be setting an example for, after all,” she spoke gently, not a hint of the lascivious air usually associated with the Dancers, “I will allow you to set the pace, so you may go first.”

Liang Jun bowed again, and led the group, Yu Juan following at her side while the others ended up behind.

Bianca withdrew to the back chambers again, heading straight for her bed. She sat down on the side, sighing as Song Ming entered the room, looking far more excited than she felt.

“Congratulations, Mistress! You’ve finally done it! But… it’s not that simple, is it?”

“No.”

“… Was it the Display of Excellence?”

Bianca sighed again, louder this time, “Yeah, of course it was… I fucked up, massively. I had thought that I could somehow muddle through, but if not for some… stroke of fortune, I think I would’ve failed the tribulation completely.”

“That… were you unable to contribute your technique and skills?”

“No.”

Song Ming frowned, kneeling down in front of her as though it was the most ordinary way to sit next to someone.

“Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“What? It’s not your fault in the slightest, it’s just… me being a dumbass.”

“Mistress, should I… help you relax?” Song Ming asked, and before Bianca could even attempt to open her mouth, she was already reaching forward, placing her hand on Bianca’s groin – only to feel something unusual.

“Ah, I hadn’t gotten around to explaining it yet, but the kitsune had an idea to help… encourage me,” she said, blushing faintly, “So… yeah.”

“I see… can I take a look, Mistress?”

“I’ll be remaining in this thing until I either manage to cum or actually figure out something that I can use for the Display of Excellence… so fuck it, might as well. Just promise not to tell the blacksmith, she’ll be a bitch about it if she finds out,” Bianca spread her legs and pulled away the fabric covering her groin, revealing the thing that was covered only by the Weave of the Senses.

Her cock always seemed to be more of a grower than a shower, and so she didn’t have a hard time confining it within the metal cage the kitsune had presented to her. It sat snugly around her cock, almost seeming perfect for its new length – almost certainly an accident on the blacksmith’s part, but a convenient one at that. The cold metal ensured that she could always feel its presence, and it certainly made it easier to not drool over the survivors of Rong Village when they were presented to her.

Additionally, a ring went around the base of her shaft and balls, slightly lifting the sack and making it awkward to sit until she adjusted to it, but it was otherwise surprisingly comfortable when she wasn’t turned on.

When she was…

“Mistress, is that… comfortable?” Song Ming was wide-eyed and curious, like some kid seeing the world for the first time.

“When I’m not turned on… and you turn me on, slut.”

Her pet blushed, but her eyes remained on the caged cock.

“Then… am I making it too tight, Mistress?”

“That’s right – and since you’re here, you might as well help me with it,” tired of the awfully interested gaze, Bianca got up and gestured over to the bed, “Be my seat, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress!” she almost leapt up and into place, like some wonderful obedient puppy, a non-existent tail wagging at her back.

She presented her face as a comfortable seat, so Bianca hardly had the strength of will to admire her for long. The moment she pulled aside the cloth covering her rear, she lowered her ass down onto her pet’s face, ensuring her mouth would be perfectly aligned with Bianca’s asshole.

This was one time she could have put her slut to work on her pussy, which had already been dripping with arousal from the moment she entered the bedroom, and yet she didn’t feel like it. In fact, the thought only really came to her a moment after she felt Song Ming’s lips on her rear hole. Clearly, all that time fucking every woman in her life with a big, fat cock had ruined her a little.

Still, any errant thoughts were put to rest as her pet got to work and started eating out her ass, eagerly sticking her tongue and getting past the ring of muscle with ease. After the many times she had played with her rear – with and without Han Rushu being involved – it was more than used to insertions, and it even felt as though the pucker had gotten a little puffy, though it may well have been a trick of the senses.

After adjusting her position a little, taking no small amount of pleasure in rubbing her ass against her girlfriend’s face, she settled down and crossed her arms, taking a deep breath as she tried to focus.

She hadn’t been able to come up with something to use for the Display of Excellence in months – around 3 to 4 months, if she had kept proper track of time – so she didn’t think that a few minutes would be enough, but she did have some incentive now that she had lacked before. She had felt the intense struggle of passing through a tribulation in such a half-assed manner, even if the Demonic Tyrant saved her from the worst outcome, and she had seen that she would suffer in the long term for her folly.

So, what could she pursue to allow herself to pass the Display of Excellence? There was zero chance she would come up with a whole new technique or skill on her own, as she had zero experience with even parsing a skill without the Demonic Tyrant, but if her understanding was correct, she could also submit a novel way to use one of her skills, or a combination of them, to the Heavenly Gallery.

Additionally, if she could come up with some new item, array, concept or some such, that nobody in this world had yet invented… which would be difficult. She wasn’t the first person from another world to appear upon the Planar Continents, so simply copying Orbis wouldn’t really work… not to mention that her memory of that was slipping more and more.

That left her with few good ideas, but the most likely one to work would be something involving the skills she already had. Some new way of utilising the Dominion’s Light, perhaps some way of controlling the Abyssal Shield that didn’t require her to use her hand, or incorporating the attributes of the Demonic Form into her skills, or vice versa. Having an Abyssal Shield that perfectly surrounded her body instead of forming a large spherical shape around her could prove very useful.

‘If only it was something simpler, like pressing a button on the Demonic Tyrant’s interface… but I guess that’s beyond its capabilities. I wonder where it came from in the first place,’ Bianca found herself getting tired from going through too much information in too short a time, and glanced back at her slutty, faithful pet.

While she’d been pondering, Song Ming had been doing wonders with her tongue, delving deep within her rear and finding the prostate with obvious ease. Most of her efforts were devoted to it, caressing and pressing upon that sensitive button with her well-trained organ.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, cutie… best slut I’ve ever known,” Bianca reached back to pat her on the head, “So eager to eat my ass and be my seat… I’ll get you a space in my throne one of these days, then you can be in your rightful place any time I’m there. Okay, sweetie?”

In lieu of a nod, Song Ming just wiggled her tongue, making Bianca moan as she grinded her ass against her pet’s face. It felt so good she was almost able to distract herself from the way the metal trapped her cock, the way it strained and struggled against it, desperately trying to get hard and failing miserably. It felt… odd.

She had never felt anything quite like it, the sensation of being denied an erection was frustrating, yet it was almost arousing in its own right, almost perpetuating the cycle. Furthermore, her balls were used to being full during her journeys, but this feeling was different – it was as though her body only filled them more each time her cock tried to harden… which was basically constantly.

So, especially now that her pet was eating out her ass and playing with her prostate, all of that excess cum led to a constant stream of precum dripping from her tip, seeping out the small slit at the tip of the cage.

Her balls already felt agonizingly full, so she couldn’t fathom just how she’d be a week from now, not to mention a month or year – not that she’d ever allow herself to be stuck in a cage for that long.

If she couldn’t achieve something within a month, she’d unlock it – it wasn’t hard to figure out what the kitsune did to lock it in the first place, even without spiritual perception – and fuck Xue Yaling’s ass until it would remain gaping for days, reshaping that hole to forever be suited only for Bianca’s dick. Or she could just jerk off until her dick disappeared, but where was the fun in that?