awake

Hungover.

Or at least that's his best guess. He had no recollection of drinking. Not the first time he's woken up momento-style. No memory, only evidence of the events of his night out being on his body and in his surroundings. 

He cracked his eyes open, much to their protest.

The light was borderline offensive. It poured in the crack like water down a drain. It had… mass.

"Dear lord, I'd rather be blind." Not his voice, not his accent, and not his language. 

Adrenaline is one of those things that can be even more dangerous for a person then they would've been without it. It can make you swing on that huge guy at the bus stop, where you get your ass kicked. On the other hand, it can also help 120 pound mothers lift a car solo. 

His body was practically vibrating from the mainline of adrenaline blasting through his veins. With explosive strength a god may be proud of, he launched himself up, sending his blanket rocketing to the far end of the bed.

"Samuel?" A feminine voice sounded from across the room.

He snapped to her, soaking in as much information as he could in the process. With his body still in fight or flight readiness,time seemed to flow slower in his perception. He saw her pants sitting on the ground beside his bed. Her shirt hanging from the bedpost. She sat inside the window seal in a ball. A jacket covered from her ankles to her shoulders.

"Samuel, are you okay?"she asked again. 

"Samuel? Who is-" he stopped mid sentence as a wave of information popped into his head. 

A life of memories, not his own, became his own. The final one being Bekah dropping her pants in front of him. Everything after that was a blur. 

He had no recollection of the fight, nor how it was even possible. One thing he was certain of was, this was not earth. 

He looked over at the girl who hadn't moved yet. Her curly blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. The tan jacket covering her body. The hint of bare skin underneath the trim of the coat. 

She was naked underneath the coat, and Landon, now Samuel, knew why.

The original Samuel had been denied entry into the military. In a time of war, denying young able-bodied troops practically never happened. Yet he didn't make the cut.

The main reason, or the main reason he was given at least, was due to a rare defect in his body. He couldn't produce yin naturally. 

In the typical body of a cultivator, yin and yang co-exist without impeding each other. When they cultivate, they are using a specific method to combine the two energies together. As they collide, they produce energy beyond the sum of their parts. This energy is stored and used as fuel for growth. 

The body produces yang and the soul produces yin. In essence, cultivation is just the process of becoming one in mind and body. Samuel not having yin means he has no chance to ever unlock his soul card, let alone merge mind and body.

This was the first time the doctor had ever seen it, but she suspected he either had no soul, or it was under constant suppression. 

"Are you going to say anything?" Bekah asked.

"About what?" Samuel replied.

"Oh, I don't know, how about why you passed out mid cultivation, landing on top of me and shoving that thing down my throat, then had a seizure in your bed?"

"I…" he had no idea how to answer her. Was he supposed to tell her he died and 

Hey eyes widened and eyebrows narrowed. "Forget it. I never should've listened to her."

That brought back another memory from his new body. 

The sect organized an orientation for the new students. They discussed the rules, what classes they would be taking, and explained the history of Dual cultivation. It turns out, Dual cultivation was very new, at least compared to the other cultivation methods. Around 120 years ago, a couple of women realized that from receiving enough essence from men, they could cultivate at an incredible speed, without all the boring cultivation. The only problem was, when men lost their essence, their cultivation slowed down. If they were external cultivators, they could absorb the essence of the woman if she orgasmed to offset the loss and instead receive a mutual boost. 

Over the course of a few years, men discovered they were losing more than they were gaining, falling behind in cultivation. This kept it from spreading massively. With so few men, the women were put under harsher tests for entry. This ended up being a boon, as more extremely talented women chose this path, more innovation came from the research they did. 

After orientation, the new students gathered together to mingle. There were only 24 guys entering this year, mostly due to the war, so Samuel got plenty of attention from the 100 new women.

The first thing they would ask about was cultivation. Since he could not cultivate, he couldn't even be considered at the first stage of body refinement. This lowered his value, but not so much that someone would choose to cultivate solo. The one who seemed the most interested was a girl by the name of Lei. 

Her short black hair stopped just above her shoulders in a straight line all the way to her bangs, which were also straight cut across her brow. Her face was beautiful, with a clear complexion and large dark eyes. Her lips were a natural pink, the kind that was a perfect treat one couldn't get enough of. Though her chest was small, it gave her more of an athletic look. That coupled with her long legs and firm ass, made her borderline irresistible. 

Samuel may have not had a soul, but his human nature still existed. When she approached him, there was nothing else in the world in his eyes. 

"Is your cultivation really as low as others are saying?" Lei asked.

"Yes." he replied simply. He had already explained why a number of times, but expected it to be the next question, regardless.

"Why didn't you join the military? With how large the battle has been, earning resources there should be fairly easy." She said with a smirk. 

He knew she was implying he was a coward. Or weak. Either way, he carried on. "I tried, but they didn't accept me. Said I would likely never step on the path of cultivation." 

Hearing such biting words said without any emotion through Lei off of her game. "Well… I plan on reaching the top, and I need to start somewhere. Would you like to cultivate with me for tonight?"

He nodded his head, and off they went. Many were leaving at the same time. Every new guy had a partner, and one even had two with him. Lei was talking with another girl as they walked back to their rooms. Samuel mostly kept to his own throughout their conversation. As they approached Lei's room, he heard the other girl say, "Let me know how it goes!" before going into the next house over.

As they entered the room, Lei shed her extra clothing before turning to Samuel. "Aren't you going to strip? Hard to cultivate in clothes."

There was no apprehension in her words, likely due to the fact that their was basically no romantic interest from her end. This was purely business in her eyes. "Sure," was all he said before pulling his shirt over his head.

One benefit of being, essentially, a living robot, was his unstoppable drive for improvement. He knew what was needed to increase his strength, and he did it. Cultivation enhances the bodies strength. Thus, a stronger body would improve more from cultivation than a weak one. With that being the case, he worked out with a dedication unmatched, and ate only the healthiest food he could get. 

The result of his hard work showed. His body was chiseled from stone. Every muscle strained against his tight skin, showing its fibrous nature across his upper body. 

Her eyes traced his body slowly and carefully. She looked up and seemed to appreciate his handsome face more than before. "Holy hell, I didn't expect that." Her hand subconsciously went between her legs, and she let out a breathy moan from the contact. "This may not be so bad after all."

Still following orders, he began to unbutton his pants, but she stopped him. "Wait! I'll do it for you." She slid one hand under the band of his underwear and teased him a bit as she steered him toward the bed. It clearly had an effect as his manhood rose, pulling his pants away from his leg. 

"Mmh." she moaned again as she saw its size. Then she shook her head, like she was fighting off her own desires. "Sorry, this is cultivation. I shouldn't act like that." Still, once they got to her bed, she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down with his underwear. His tool sprung free as she crossed the middle of his thigh. On its way up it slapped her in the cheek, making an audible sound, before rising to its natural position.

Looking up at an angle to see his cock, she lost focus of what she was doing. "Wow. Wow. I'm not sure it will fit anywhere in me." She quickly tugged down his pants the rest of the way, before pushing him back on the bed. While admiring the way his tool flopped around as he fell, she quickly threw off her shirt, and unsnapped her bra.

Her breasts were big enough to show with her arms down, but would likely disappear if she raised her arms or laid down. Her nipples, however, were hard to miss. A dark brown circle surrounded her pointy peaks. They stuck out, firm and proud, seemingly aware of how eye catching they were.

She kneeled on the ground between his legs and grabbed his manhood, slowly stroking it from the top to the bottom. Up and down she went, never taking her eyes off of it. "I just… this thing has to be 10 inches, right? It's so sexy." 

"I've never measured." He replied.

She barely paid attention to his words, keeping her focus on the slow up and down motion. She watched as it flexed and swelled, as his balls tightened to get ready for action.

"Have you ever had-" she squeezed harder on him "-sex?"

He shot air out of his nose, like he was deflating. "No." He had never even masturbated, let alone had sex. His body had desired it, but he was told it was only for reproducing, growing up. Since he didn't want children, masturbation was a suboptimal use of time. 

Her jerking sped up. "Mmm. I have, but it was not this big. Maybe, not even half." She put a second hand underneath, giving a few inches a slow, passionate rub as her top hand continued to slide with speed.

A carnal pleasure burned through Samuels body, feeling his manhood pleasured for the first time. 

Her hands stopped simultaneously, but she kept her grip on him. "Haaa," he let out a tense sigh.

"Well," she said in a husky voice, "like I said earlier, I'm an internal cultivator, so… I should probably put this in me." She gave it a couple more strokes as she stood. As she crossed his manhood, she leaned in and gave it a quick kiss. Then she crawled over his lap.

After lining up their parts, she pulled her panties to the side. A strip of dark hair told him where his eyes should go. Her vagina was a perfect match for her nipples. A bit of her dark inner lips flowered out, glinting with moisture. With her legs spread, he could see her small clit wrapped up under its hood. 

Slowly, she lowered herself until his swollen head pressed against her hole.

"Okay. Im going to put it in now." She said mostly to herself. She looked just as anxious as she did excited. While holding midway down his shaft, she pressed herself onto his swollen head. 

"Ahh!" she sighed in satisfaction, feeling his girth stretching her walls. After a couple of rocks back and forth, she got his entire head in. she let go of her grip on his shaft and placed both hands on his shoulders. Her feet flipped up to rest on his thighs.

After getting situated, she looked into his eyes while pressing down with her hips. Another inch went in, and her eyes started to roll back into her head. 

Then she felt his cock jerk inside of her. A blast of warmth spread as his body spasmed. Pulse after pulse filled her up.

"Did you just…"

"Ahh, yes..." 

He came.