The Rich Cultivator

In the middle of the snowy forest, a completely different view appeared.

Tyla and Yumina walked toward the field. The moment they stepped into the open, the cold wind turned mild, and the air carried a faint floral scent. Tyla had already stored the snow camels inside her pocket dimension, making the place quiet except for the sound of their boots pressing against the snow.

"Isn’t that flower Mathilda’s favor–" Tyla barely heard the spirit whisper in her mind, but before she could respond, her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Countless pink roses spread across the field. None of them were in full bloom, yet they were covered in thin layers of frost that sparkled under the daylight. Instead of sharp thorns, the stems bore soft, white sponge-like growths that looked as though they were made of clouds.

"Wow..." Yumina’s eyes widened in awe.

Tyla silently agreed. The scenery felt almost magical— beautiful and strange at the same time.

She knelt and reached out to touch one of the white sponge-like parts. To her surprise, it was warm —soft and fluffy like cotton, even in this freezing temperature.

Yumina crouched beside her, mimicking her actions. "It’s warm," she whispered, almost in disbelief. Then both of them touched the frozen petals. The petals were firm, covered in a thin sheet of atmospheric ice that shimmered faintly.

"Hmm... I wonder what kind of flower this is..." Tyla murmured.

"Let’s collect some," Yumina said with a small grin. "It might sell for a lot."

Tyla shrugged. "Just pick a few. It’s not like we need money or anything."

Yumina rolled her eyes. "Easy for you to say. You might not, but I’m poor compared to you."

Tyla chuckled, didn’t say anything.

"Then let’s take the ones in the center. They look bigger," Yumina said, already walking ahead carefully, avoiding stepping on any flowers.

As they reached the heart of the field, Yumina paused. "The ground is warm..." she said, pressing her glove against it.

Indeed, steam faintly rose from the soil despite the snow all around. It was strange—an oasis of warmth hidden inside a frozen world.

They soon arrived at the central cluster of flowers. Each one stood about three feet tall, their stems thick and pulsing faintly with light beneath the frost.

"I wonder if I can pull it up with the roots," Yumina muttered, summoning a small spade from her storage ring.

Tyla raised a brow, smirking. "You carry that thing around?"

"What? As a bounty hunter, I collect herbs too. You never know when something valuable shows up," Yumina replied defensively.

Tyla smiled faintly and spread her divine sense around the area, scanning for any hidden danger while Yumina worked. Her eyes flickered with a faint bluish hue as she monitored the energy fluctuations around them.

Yumina dug carefully, and after a few minutes, she managed to uproot a large bunch with its roots intact. The soil beneath was glowing faintly pink.

"Can you place it inside your pocket dimension?" Yumina asked.

"Sure."

Tyla nodded and accepted the plant. she instantly disappeared into the pocket dimension. Inside, she stepped into the snowy zone and found a clear spot near the snow camels. She stomped lightly, forming a hole in the ground, and buried the flower carefully.

The snow camels curiously sniffed at the newly planted flower.

"Don’t eat it," Tyla warned.

The camels blinked, almost as if they understood, then turned away lazily and trotted to another corner of the snowy plain.

Satisfied, Tyla wiped her hands and stepped back and with the thought she disappeared again.

The moment she reappeared, her eyes widened. Something was moving fast —coming straight at her. She instinctively prepared to defend, but her reaction froze when she realized who it was.

"Yumina?"

Before she could move, Yumina leaped forward and crashed into her. The two fell onto the soft snow, Tyla pinned underneath, staring up at Yumina’s flushed face.

"Y-Yumina, what are you—?"

Yumina’s eyes were half-lidded, watery, and trembling. Her breathing came out in soft, uneven gasps.

"Something... wrong here..." she whispered faintly, her voice trembling as if she was struggling to resist something.

Before Tyla could ask again, Yumina pressed her lips against hers.

The world seemed to blur.

A sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air—the same scent that came from the flowers. Tyla’s eyes widened as the warmth from Yumina’s lips spread through her, her eyes momentarily flickering in confusion.

Her divine sense darted to the field. All around them, the once-frozen flowers had suddenly bloomed. Their petals shimmered in pink light, releasing waves of sweet fragrance that spread through the air like mist. The flowers actually twitched a little like they were afraid.

Tyla instantly realized what had happened.

When she was here earlier, her loose Immortal-level divine sense —had been suppressing the strange energy within the flowers. They hadn’t reacted because they feared her overwhelming presence.

But when she entered the pocket dimension, her divine sense vanished from this plane. The moment her divine pressure disappeared, the flowers awakened.

The frost melted, the petals bloomed, and the true nature of the roses was revealed. They were a type of aphrodisiac flowers— plants that released intoxicating pollen once unsealed.

Yumina had been exposed to it.

By the time Tyla returned, the sweet scent had already taken full effect.

Yumina tried to resist, but her mind was hazy, her instincts overwhelmed. She could only act on impulse —her body burning with unnatural heat. And Tyla appeared again. That was when she lost control and leaped toward Tyla.

Now, Tyla lay there, stunned, feeling Yumina’s warmth and trembling breath against her. The sweet, dizzying fragrance surrounded them both.

"Yumina..." Tyla whispered softly, gripping her shoulders, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer.

The field glowed faintly pink around them, as though the flowers themselves were watching. The gentle snowfall above mixed with the petals that drifted into the air, turning the scene almost dreamlike.

Somewhere deep in Tyla’s heart, a flicker of warmth stirred—a familiar sensation she couldn’t quite explain.

Why did this feel... familiar?

Why did Yumina’s touch make her feel weird between her legs. But she also felt loss like something is missing over there.

She didn’t know. All she could hear was the sound of Yumina’s unsteady breath and the faint heartbeat echoing in sync with hers.

The sponge-like parts scattered around made the ground soft and comfortable.

Yumina grabbed Tyla’s hands and pressed them against her breasts.

Tyla felt familiar sensation on her palm. She also felt the aphrodisiacs in the air is affecting her.

She rubs Yumina’s breast. Then pulled it. Which made her moan.

Then she got up, and bite her ears.

"Yumina... I am licking it..." She whispered.

"what?"

Tyla then licked her nipples.

"Aaahn... it feels goood" Yumina trembles in pleasure.

Hearing that voice... Tyla’s crawls her fingers to Yumina’s crotch.

Their tongues again intertwines with each other. Then Tyla lowered her head between Yumina’s legs. She removed her pants.

Tyla is licking Yumina’s wet spot...

She uses her tongue to stimulate inside her. The Warm tongue

"...Ah" Yumina eyes rolled.

"Does my tongue feel good...Yuminaminaaa?..."

Tyla splashes her tongue like a puppy drinking milk...

"...It feels good, Tyla" Yumina’s face trembles in pleasure...!

"Please lick Tyla too"

Tyla spreads her legs on top of Yumina’s face while licking her.

"...Tyla’s place is beautiful"

Yumina...said while looking at Tyla’s wet thing.

"Yumina too, it’s beautiful.."

Tyla sucks on Yumina’s opening...

Yumina also stretches her tongue...

The two beauties are making love in a 69 position

But -

"I didn’t feel anything," Tyla muttered, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Yet, deep within her vacant spiritual consciousness, a faint silhouette flickered in and out of existence. A wavering figure —neither fully formed nor utterly gone.

"Aaahnn..." A soft, trembling moan escaped as the spirit emerged briefly, only to vanish again. The voice that followed was delicate yet distinct, filled with quiet amusement.

"Of course you won’t feel anything, aaan," Mana whispered, her tone echoing softly within Tyla’s mind. "You haven’t truly become a woman. It’s like you are using my body"

Mana’s voice trembled as waves of unseen pleasure coursed through her. Though Tyler now lived as Tyla, it was Mana who felt every ripple of ecstasy that Yumina’s touch invoked.

The scene surrounding them was surreal —an endless meadow of blooming pink roses stretching into the misty horizon. Petals glimmered like faint embers in the dim light.

At the heart of the field, two women lay intertwined, their skin illuminated by the gentle glow of dusk. Their moans, breath, and sighs blended into a symphony of passion.

They kept playing Rock, Paper, Scissors again and again, but they are clashing only with scissors.

Though Tyla felt a faint trace of pleasure, it was fleeting—like a whisper that faded too soon. Deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.

Neither of them noticed that, just a little farther within the rose field, two enormous Ice Bear skeletons rested beneath the blossoms — frozen forever in a strange, intimate pose, as though they died while Mating.