Chapter 9 – A Romantic Promise

"Do you think those lowlifes would ever get to touch my skin? I'd kill them before they did!"

"Why are you talking about killing so casually?" I asked in confusion. This was definitely not normal. Self-defense is justified, but placing yourself in danger knowing you would kill those people seemed... morally complicated.

"Because it is casual, they are rapists. If someone tries to assault me, I'm going to defend myself with everything I got, and they wouldn't survive it," she said in weird confidence and arrogance.

I could somehow tell she meant it. I had nothing against the death of rapists, of course, but something about the way she said it felt like she thought too little of it.

"Umm, so what is the answer to my question?" I eventually asked, unwilling to let the matter go. After all, considering whether I'm willing to contain her madness and look into those twisted circumstances would only be relevant if I want her. I'm not into women who let men touch them all over just for fun.

"You are the first to see my breasts, touch them, and slap them. Nobody ever kissed me, bit me, or rubbed my intimate parts, the only reason I didn't attack back was because I understand your feelings," she said and looked to the side. I almost mistook her blush to be a remnant from earlier, but I could tell it was new.

'She… she likes me. She enjoyed doing it with me, and I was the first man to get to touch her…' 

My heart beat so hard I could hear it smashing against my chest as though it tried to jump out. I stopped listening, I forgot all the weirdness in my situation, and I concentrated only on this fact. She likes me. She wants me. I don't know what her circumstances are, but I might be able to be together with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"Hey, are you listening?" Her words woke me up from my reveries.

I was not listening. It was the craziest night of my life, and I was caught in the heat of the moment. If it is already that crazy, let me make it crazier. I will be crazier. I have no idea what I'm saying.

"But if you have that fantasy of... being... you know... forced, wouldn't it mean you will let anyone do it to you?"

"Ah, it's not forced if I allow them, is it? I'd never allow anyone to touch me against my will, I will resist with all my might and try to kill them, but if they can do it anyway... Ahm, forget it, nobody who can overpower me would ever dare do it. Those who dare, cannot overpower me."

It was a confusing monologue. I could tell that she believed she had a terrifying background that nobody who knew it would want as an enemy. I say she 'believed' because honestly, it was all so weird that I thought she was hallucinating.

Yet, people tend to make weird decisions when they are horny. "I'm willing to give up my life for a taste of you," I made up my mind. All because I noticed her wording.

She'd resist with all her might if someone touched her against her will, but she didn't resist my touch. She welcomed my advances. "Tell me why I can't be with you, and I will risk my life to make it happen."

My voice was decisive, my stance firm. I grabbed her two hands in mine, my words were burning with desire. She asked if I was willing. Then, I'm willing. I don't know what kind of madness it was, but I wanted in. Fantasies of living among criminals and crazy mass murderers filled my head.

"You… are you serious?" She gaped, her mouth forming a cute little 'o' that turned me on for the wrong reasons.

"Yes, I am. Please tell me your big secret, I can handle it." I'm quite proud of this moment. Despite how horny I was, I still managed to try to understand the situation I was getting into first. True, nothing would've stopped me from tasting her, but still, it's the effort that counts.

She tidied her clothes, placing all her parts back in their rightful places in her dress. She began pacing from side to side in the room while peeking at my face, which I hoped she perceived as loving and determined, perhaps also handsome, strong, and passionate.

"Fine, I will give you a chance, what could go wrong…" she mumbled, clearly convinced that a lot could go wrong. "If you fail, I will ask my sister to come over and erase your memories of today as I previously planned."

I think I just heard a crazy secret right there, but she kept talking and I had no time to mull it over.

"I will check your aptitude," she declared and something magically appeared out of thin air in front of her. It was a small stone the size of a thumbnail. I don't know if it makes sense, but it RADIATED. It radiated power, I felt the energy coming out of it like it was something tangible.

"Why is the stone… pulsing?" I asked her, having no idea what she was giving me. My words were apparently astonishing, but at least I'm not the only one being surprised tonight.

"Pulsing? Do you sense something from it?" She walked to me with a quick step that I barely saw, and touched my forehead with her index finger.

"What are you doing to me?"

I could feel myself being weirdly violated like she did something she shouldn't have. I took a step backward, unwilling to let the invasive sensation continue.

"You could feel it?! Are you a cultivator?"

"A cultivator?" I was getting creeped out there. Was she the type to be absorbed in fantasies and imagine stuff? What's next, wearing an eyepatch and telling me she cannot hold back the power anymore so I must run?

"A cultivator. Do you practice Qi? Do you practice any special martial arts?" She showered me with curious questions, but it didn't help to make her look any saner.

"Girl, chill. I do not practice any martial arts unless jogging and lifting some weights count. Cultivators obviously only exist in legends and fiction. What has gotten into you?" I placed my hands forward, pushing the weird woman away, already regretting my former resolve to risk my life.

I should've jerked off first and thought about it during my post-nut clarity. Never make promises when you're horny.

"Cultivation is real," she got tired of the fruitless discussion and raised a hand in the air. I felt energy converging to her palm, and when she pushed it down, the wooden table snapped into two as though it was made of dry twigs. What shocked me even more was a thin layer of ice that melted a few seconds later.

"You- you- you what?!" I stuttered at the unbelievable. "Does the fact that I sense the energy mean I have the necessary aptitude? Did the cultivation school forget me when they sent the admission letters to special kids on my eleventh birthday?"

"You are mixing the fictions…" she muttered, "No matter. Almost anyone has an aptitude for basic cultivation as long as they don't aspire to the higher realms and stages. It's not normal to sense Qi moving instinctively without being a cultivator. It's uncommon even in the immortal world where everyone is born with exceptional talent that would be considered as one in a generation in a mortal world like yours."

"Could you do it before you started cultivating?" I asked, curious.

"Ah… no," she admitted, clearly annoyed, "Don't get the wrong impression though, it doesn't mean you are more talented than me. I have other talents and abilities."

I didn't care about being superior or inferior, I only wanted to know if my ability was super rare or just uncommon. Everyone knows that the hot girls always have the best talents when it comes to cultivation, and Nyssa was hot, like super hot. If she couldn't do it, then my ability was nothing to be scoffed at.

"I didn't mean it that way, I just thought that if I have an ability even you don't, it means it must be something impressive. It's a way to gauge its rarity," I explained my thoughts.

"Makes sense. Well, it's rare and shows you are sensitive to Qi, which means you have great potential. It's good, it means you might survive after all," she smiled, but it did nothing to comfort me.

Connecting the dots was easy. Her family are powerful cultivators, and they'd only accept a genius as their daughter's spouse. Furthermore, she mentioned the immortal realm. Unless it was some kind of a delusion, her family might be immortals!

"How much time do I have to cultivate before your family judges me?" I asked.

"Hmm… let's say… a hundred years?"

"Mmm, yeah I'm taking this risk. Let me have a taste now," my expression turned into a grin as I walked over and held her fat ass in both my hands. It was a no-brainer. I wouldn't survive a hundred years anyway if she didn't teach me about cultivation.

"And I will make you a promise. One day I will overpower you and fulfill your fantasy. So don't even think of it until then..." I whispered into her ear, and her body temperature rose in my palms.

"It's a promise..." she whispered back.