Chương 143: Nobel prize

Golden Orchid grit her teeth and glared at me as I kicked her ankle while testing the Second Willow kick, which was a leg sweep technique. Tomoe remained still in the air, preventing her fall by using qi by instinct.

"What number is it now, the 998th time you were defeated by a little Saint?" I asked my new Sword disciple. The Sword maid sighed and interrupted her qi, falling to the floor.

"I was watching your sword, Master!" Golden Orchid admitted in a defeated voice.

"The sword is not the weapon, my sweet orchid. I am the weapon. Everything about me is a weapon, my body, my mind and even the sword in my hand." I spoke in a wise voice, then took a seat on her bouncy chest, which gave me some ideas for later.

"It's unnatural, Master... a teenager cannot be so good! I didn't focus on martial training much, but I still trained in combat for 1000 years. Yet I feel like a child, in front of you." the woman muttered and rubbed her face on my groin. My big dick stood up for battle, so I released the beast and poked my maid's lips with the tip. Tomoe slurped my dick gently, her face losing her edge and becoming soft and pliable. I just enjoyed my sweet victory lap, so to speak.

"Only a thousand years... it's almost like women in this era want to be defeated and taken by the first man they meet. Is that right, Tomoe? You neglected your training in the hope of finding a strong husband?" I asked curious. Her golden eyes flashed with annoyance for a second, and she gobbled my dick deeper, possibly punishing herself for the defeat. I aided her punishment and forced my dick into her soft and wet throat, making the sword maid moan and gurgle around my dick.

As a Sage, she was not in any danger, even if I used her hard, or much harder. Instead, I could feel her nipples harden under my ass, just before pumping out her daily dose of lotus milk. Tomoe slurped all the tasty milk with a content face, then dropped her head back on the floor.

"Hah! I am becoming addicted to your milk, Master. It's no wonder your women are so in love..." she whispered like a woman in love. It wasn't only the milk, of course. I was a slimy scumbag, but my body was shaping up nicely, mostly by good nutrition with beast meat and spirit fruits, partly as fuel for my body cultivation, and partly to sustain all the medical work. The lotus milk didn't appear by magic, just like all body fluids.

One needed to take care of the body and its needs, not that my wife Petunia didn't make sure I got the best food and plenty of fluids to drink. I stood up and pulled Tomoe up as well.

"Most women fall in love with me because I am kind and smart. But the truth is, they just want a good fucking. So, which one is it for you?" I asked while rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks, while my hands squeezed her large boobs from behind. Tomoe moaned, and rubbed her own ass on my dick.

"How is this sword training? You're simply molesting me!" She complained with a willing voice.

"I want you to become a Dao King, Tomoe. But you will need to suck my dick many times, and train harder. Now go run a dozen laps around the sect. The last lap on your hands." I demanded like I was training Mighty Guy. Tomoe let out a pained sighed, then ran out, and kept running. Violet tapped the tea table, and I stood down with my maid for some tea.

"You're pampering Tomoe... the galaxies get much harsher training." she noted in a sage voice, then waited for me to drink my tea in small sips.

"Pampering? I am forging a golden sword soul, Violet. Your Flowers are so weak... If I push too hard they just break. How goes the recruiting?" I asked in a different track.

"Just like yesterday, Pef Tian. And the month before. We have widened the search area, but rare meridians are indeed rare. It might be the reason they got that adjective." Violet said with a joking tone.

"Then we expand recruiting to regular Yin meridians in our zone of control, and scout out rare talents via trading missions and jade coins. To think we didn't find a single Sacred Body after an entire month." I muttered with a sad voice. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Violet smiled and waved a hand through her violet-colored hair.

"One in a billion, Pef Tian. We haven't even recruited a single million yet. Give it time. It will happen, eventually." she proposed in a wise tone. I glanced at my dick.

"Want milk?" I asked on a whim. I didn't finish my sentence when Violet was already hot mouth on my dick, and twirling her tongue on my tip. For her prompt service, I served Violet two doses of milk, the second one inside her hungry womb. Her inner walls sucked my dick dry, milking the lotus milk out to fuel her own cultivation with my Yang energy. It felt very good too. Sadly I couldn't simply sit on my ass and let a woman milk me non-stop, no matter how pleasant it was.

I went to my other job, being a fairy doctor. Injuries were quite common for cultivators, and not all of them were treatable by healing pills. Soul injuries were even worse, but this is why Soul Mending pills were invented. Today I had 41 such patients to treat, and while normally medical work did not require getting naked and sucking dick, this room was my absolute domain as a fairy doctor. Sadly for the pretty Flowers, their Sect Elders were already addicted to my dick, which had been my plan all along.

And as it happens, in most cases the patients also gained a cultivation level or even a surprise ascension, making them less willing to complain. Of course, sometimes women were crazy or just being a bitch, and pointed a trembling finger at me.

"You bastard, calling yourself a fairy doctor! All men are scum... but you're the worst. Abusing a patient to sate your lust..." a petite woman I just saved accused me with angry eyes. I might have used her throat a bit too long, but was it such a big deal? I nodded patiently, and patted my chest.

"I am indeed an immoral scumbag. And proud of it too. But you, you became a Unity realm cultivator with my hard efforts, not just getting your soul mended, and instead and kneeling and offering your undying gratitude, you cause a scene?" I mused while thinking of a worthy punishment.

"Hmph. My fiancée is a mighty Sage and a friend of my Ancestor! And you're only a Saint, little doctor! When he hears what you did..." she doubled down, making my eye twitch.

"I see. Your soul damage is indeed much greater than I first saw." I nodded slowly and took out a bottle of love wine. Which I then forced down her throat, and waited until the aphrodisiac took effect. Curing a defective personality was much harder than simple body or soul injury. Luckily, my dick was a proper multi-tool, and could heal such things too.

"Please... fuck me hard!" the drugged woman begged and tried to suck my dick willingly. I used her mouth and throat for a minute to get me ready and wet, then turned her naked body around and took her purity. Then kept pumping my hips, reaching with my big dick into her welcoming womb and forgot to pasteurize my milk.

"Yes! Impregnate me!" she yelled a bit delirious with a horny voice. I obliged, sensing her personality change and bend around my dick. But to make sure, I kept taking her in different positions, even after the drug effect had ended.

"More... more dick..." she mumbled as I took out my dick and allowed her to suckle and cleanse my dick for the next patient. Violet sighed and handed me a bottle of plum wine, then picked up the newly reformatted disciple and flew out. There we go! Personality re-written, and no more complaints about my medical methods. I was such a great fairy doctor! Did they have a Nobel prize on this world? I should invent one if not. I might get all the golden medals for a millennium or ten, but who's counting?

Naturally, most of my flower patients were not ungrateful, and offered me a repeat adventure, in their own cultivation cave or perhaps during a trade mission. Still, we had Concealment Formations for a reason, and there was no need to leave the sect just to have sex. I raised two fingers, and the newly healed woman vanished, on my mere suspicion. If I was wrong and just being paranoid, so be it. At lunch, Petunia fed me with her own hands, while Willow sucked my dick. Rose sighed gently, and poured me some tea.

"Pef Tian, how did you know? Her mask and legend were impeccable. Only by deep soul search I found the hidden instructions in that spy." I shrugged and licked my wife's fingers, then patted Willow's head in my lap.

"We have Concealment Formations, that's all. No need to leave to sect, just for sex. It felt like a trap." I answered with a careless tone, and spewed a jet of hot milk inside Willow's hungry mouth. The three Dao Kings glared at me like I said something immoral. I did not!

"Husband may be right. More right, I mean. We will need to examine all the Flowers returning from outside missions. The spy infestation is still ongoing, but not all of them will be foolish to give themselves away." Petunia noted in a sad voice, then went to lay on her bed, legs wide open. That was an invitation I could not refuse, so I didn't. Rose joined us as well, wrapping her soft body around my back as I fucked my Dao King wife as hard as I could.

Then I changed sides and fucked Rose as well, and this time I also remembered to turn on the Yin-Yang Formation. By late evening, I gained another Saint King level. I was spent, but it had been a good day. Willow sucked my balls to cool me off, and I drank another bottle of wine. Was I becoming an alcoholic? Did that even matter in this world?