Perverted Han

"This boy, are you sure he isn't a cultivator?"

A woman's voice said,

"I am positive."

Han had his eyes closed as he listened on with rapt attention. He had woken up a while ago, but he didn't dare move as he felt several strong presences in the room. Han was familiar with the aura of the Patriarch, but the other auras, no, rather the other aura, they were all similar, cold. This aura was present in multiple bodies, and yet they were very similar it was almost as they were all the same person. The aura flooded the room with intense yin energy.

"Look at him, his breathing has stabilized, and the rate that his wounds are healing..." The voice paused, "I know my abilities in healing and I can't heal this well."

"Miss Helena, Trust me." The Patriarch said in a shockingly subservient manner, "Prior to this, he was among a group of children and I didn't notice any fatal wounds. He's a kid of this world that has survived this long."

"Very well. You seem to have quite the liking for this child." The woman chuckled,

"He's the first kid, or person for that matter, that I've seen to fit in well with our kind. Tenacious has decent talent in cultivation, and can fight pretty well." The Patriarch chuckled, "He is also self-centered and cunning, the kind that would follow my orders if it kept him alive."

"I'll take care of him, you need not worry. Go now, find new elders, and start arranging lectures. This sect cannot run with you alone."

"Yes, I'll take my leave then, Miss Helena."

The door closed and shut, leaving Han alone with the other people that were of the same aura. The woman continued on with whatever she was doing, and Han felt she wouldn't leave any time soon. He groaned as if he was just waking up.

"I'm...alive," Han muttered,

"Indeed, a rather pleasant miracle isn't it child."

Han turned to see a woman with curves that made him whistle in his mind. This woman was the true definition of an immortal fairy. Her beautiful eyes were looking at him warmly, but they emanated such a freezing cold that Han knew this woman was someone who was not to be trifled with.

Han smiled thinly at her and groaned, "How is this possible? I remember being stabbed and burned but it doesn't hurt at all." he grunted as he held a bandaged arm, "It doesn't hurt too much."

"You are adorable," the woman giggled at Han who was looking around the room.

His heart shuddered as his eyes set upon Amelia and Lian. They were standing still like statues along with multiple women in the room. Their dead eyes stared at the blank space as if they were lifeless, but Han was sure they were breathing.

As Han was gawking at the women, all of them turned in his direction and smiled, "What's the problem young man?" They said it in the exact same tone and manner as the curvaceous woman. Han turned to look and saw that the curvaceous woman was controlling all of them.

Han's eyes reflected genuine confusion as he eyed them all, and the woman seemed to enjoy that look in his eyes as she laughed, "What? They're just my bodies, is there anything wrong with that? Oh! I forgot you're not a cultivator."

She waved her hand and made all the women line up in a way wherein they were completely in sync as if they weren't living beings but flesh puppets all entwined by strings from the woman's will.

"Amazing isn't it?" the woman said as if enthralled with the bodies she possessed.

Han wasn't amazed but terrified. This was 'Mortal Marionette' an ability that could only be trained by Martial Immortals as the strain on the mind was too dangerous. Only one would be hard to control, but this woman had this many. Where the hell did this old monster come from? An old monster with such confidence in her power that she was recklessly strengthening the bodies of those that could turn on her if she lost control.

"Don't be so shocked, child. They are still alive, trapped in little boxes within their minds." the woman said with Amelia's body. The sight of Amelia who used to be scared shitless at the sight of him looking so calm and composed made Han's head hurt. The guide has been corrupted.

The guide and the pill supply for that matter.

A pain in the ass, this was. But at least he finally had them in his sight. Losing that battle was actually a blessing in disguise. That old monster really did deserve being the patriarch of Pill King Sect. Not only did he reach level 4 but he also comprehended the Frozen Nirvana along with a fire energy enhancement.

"What do you need so many bodies for?" Han asked timidly,

"I doubt you'll understand even if I explain it to you, but let me just say that there's a limit of how much energy I can attain with one body, and these pretty little things just serve as extra little containers for my power."

A limit to cultivation? Han couldn't sense what level of cultivation the woman was at all, it either meant it was way too high for him to detect or that she wasn't a cultivator. It was surely the former as she can do Mortal Marionnette. Her level had reached a limit, and now she is using different bodies, leveling them up to the limit as well, Han assumed she would attempt assimilation with the other bodies and break the limit forcefully.

It was why all the women were now reeking the same icy aura as her. The lowest level among the group was a petite woman with level 9 martial warrior cultivation, the rest was on levels Han couldn't detect. This meant Amelia, and Lian were stronger than him now as Han couldn't sense anything from them at all.

He was screwed, the people he was supposed to use were now stronger than him. And it was all due to this much stronger woman smiling at him sexily despite having no intention to seduce him. It was just something that reeked out of her facade.

'Fucking hell!' Han thought, 'Focus man! Get your head in the game!'

"Here, drink, you must be tired after battling so vigorously," she said as she stretched a cup from her palm,

Han eyed the drink, and a precarious idea formed in his head that made him howl in his heart. This was a risk, a huge risk if she found out, but if she didn't then...blessing would be an understatement for what was to come.

"I can't drink by myself Miss, I would feel too shameful to drink by myself after you've taken care of me," Han said,

"You have a silver tongue as well," she chuckled, "I see now why the Patriarch has taken a liking to you."

She stood and brewed herself a drink while Han was busy finding a proper place to bleed from. His blood was the vessel for his Masochist's Avatar. This blood doesn't just overexert the limits of the physical body but makes a person go mad from pain. If Han could get his blood flowing into her then he'll have a way to subdue her or break her mind if she couldn't take it. Just the idea of it had Han feeling like he was on cloud nine.

She finished brewing and sat down beside Han's bed. It was the same cup, with the same tea. Han received the cup and took little baby sips as he sat up to make conversation. "How did I get well so quickly?"

"That was me." She said as she leaned forward to hold Han's leg, a cold blue glow radiated from it and Han felt as if he was touched by the heavens. Han had to muster up the strength to fight off the moans threatening to come off his mouth.

"...Thank you, Miss."

"Helena, call me Helena, darling." She took a sip of her tea, an action that made Han frown on the inside. The faster she sips that the chance to lace it with his blood diminishes.

"That's amazing, can you perhaps show me how to do it? or at least demonstrate it more?" Han asked sheepily,

Helena let out a burst of pretty laughter as she eyed Han, "You want me to heal you more? It does feel good, doesn't it? You're about that age after all."

Han scratched his head as he blushed, a simple act of making blood circulate within his cheeks.

Helena leaned closer, and the cup was near. Helena held it gracefully just right in front of her ample chest. Her hand reached out to touch his forehead, and Han couldn't help but smile like a boy in love. The most believable lies are half-truth and half-lies, and that was exactly what Han's expression was.

Her hand landed on his forehead, and a soothing cold breeze circulated through his body. Although his body was cool his nether regions were rather burning hot from stimulation, but lust didn't stop him from prickling his skin with his fingernails. A drop of blood trickled down his finger, and he reached out for her chest, where the cup was.

He did it in such a natural way that the woman was laughing uproariously in her heart at the pervertedness of this young man, she found it extremely hilarious. And that was why she didn't notice the small drop of blood that fell down on her tea as Han reached out for her bosom.