*Takes place around Chapter 7*

(Lian Li POV)

"Remember, feel it gather inside your Cultivation Point, like swirling the water inside a bowl," Master instructed.

The both of us were in his courtyard, Master pacing around me while I sat on a cushion in the middle of said courtyard.

Master truly is kind.

He was worried that sitting on the hard ground would tire me out so he had retrieved a cushion from within his own room for me to sit on.

It has been roughly two weeks since Master has accepted me as his disciple and I've made great strides under Master's guidance.

I heard that it usually takes years for normal Practitioners to reach where I am now, to be able to do what I am doing now within two weeks of learning was next to impossible.

This is all due to Master's patient guidance.

Yes, it is only due to Master that I am able to reach this point.

Without his profound knowledge and easy to understand teaching style, I highly doubt I would be able to even step on the path of becoming a Practitioner.

Ahh~~ Just recalling that day where I was formally accepted as his disciple sends shivers down my spine.

No, no, no. I got distracted, that's not good.

I recalled Master's instructions, doing as he had instructed.

My Divine Lightning quarks gathered within my Cultivation Point, the image of myself swirling a bowl of water came into mind.

Holding on to that feeling, I tried to direct the Divine Lightning quarks to other parts of my body. I felt a little shock travelling up my arm, causing me to flinch and breaking my concentration.

"Too fast, it should be a gradual process," Master instructed. "Only when you get used to it can you try to speed it up."

I nodded in understanding before trying again, I won't let such a small thing dissuade me as long as Master believes in me!

This time I managed to direct the Quarks without a hitch, the power of Divine Lightning coursing through my body.

I opened my eyes, looking up to the kindly face of Master.

He stroked his chin as he inspected me, walking around me while watching the lightning dance on my skin.

Master stopped right in front of me before crouching down to look at my face, "Your eyes glow when you do that."

I felt a little fear creeping into my heart, was that supposed to be a problem?

"Interesting, gives you a very... Fae kind of look."

My breath hitched, Master just called me a fairy didn't he?

I fought hard to calm down my breathing, "Is… Is that a bad thing, Master?"

"Umu, not really," Master shook his head. "Perhaps it might be disadvantageous to you when you are still a novice as people can easily tell when you are circulating quarks. But once you're proficient enough, your casting speed should be fast enough that it doesn't matter."

He sighed in relief.

"Still," Master added. "You do look very enchanting. Really suiting of your name."

...

Master… Why you do this?

I sincerely apologize that I am not the kind of girl you believe me to be. I have already lost count of the number of dirty thoughts I already had about Master.

I'm sorry that I lied to you about what I did with your extra robe you had lent me two nights ago when the night was cold.

But it is a secret that I would take it to the grave.

I've already become addicted to it…

"Alright, just continue with what I've taught you so far. If you have any questions, I will be in my room."

I bid Master to have a good rest before returning my concentration to my training. Master believed that I could learn better without his constant look over my shoulder, the fact of being given the freedom over my schedule shows Master's trust in me.

I will not let Master down in this regard.

I continued to sit at the same spot to train until night fell in the courtyard.

***

I collapsed onto my bed, all freshened up from my bath.

The disciples' quarters was bathed in darkness, having only the moonlight as its light source shining through the half-open window.

The lights in Master's room had already extinguished, telling me I should turn in for the night as well.

But before I go to sleep, I still have one more thing to do on my daily schedule.

I fished out a key from within one of my spare robe's pockets, unlocking and pulling open my bedside drawer.

I lifted my diary that was filled to the brim with my love confessions for Master from within and placed it carefully on top of the drawer. Using a stick that I've hidden underneath the drawer, I pushed it through a small hole from the bottom, lifting up the fake bottom that I've made to hide my treasure inside.

I gently lifted the object out from the drawer, laying back down on the bed beside mine while hugging it to my chest.

It's such a shame I can only use this for one more night...

Tomorrow is laundry day after all so I'll have to switch it out soon.

I brought Master's robes that I've stole-- appropriated from his laundry to my nose, breathing in his thick musky scent.

I got addicted to doing this after he had wrapped my cold self up in his spare robe, his scent had lingered on the robe and I could almost feel the warmth of his body on the robe itself.

It just felt like he was embracing me.

Now I sneak out to stea-- obtain some of Master's unwashed laundry to recharge myself with. I am quite ashamed to admit that I was almost caught one time when I tried taking his underwear one time.

He realised it was missing from his drawers and went to confront the laundry staff about it, I had to sneak my way into the laundry house to leave it lying somewhere for them to find.

At least no one knew it was me.

So now I learned that anything else but undergarments was fair game.

A pity but I'll just have to make do.

I covered myself with his robe, letting it wrap around the upper half of my body while I continued to breathe in Master's addicting scent.

The sash on my nightgown was undone, my own student robes were slipping off my shoulders and the pants halfway down my knees.

As I held on to Master's robe with my right hand, my left hand found its way towards a breast, my fingers slowly drifting its way towards my erect nipple.

I closed my eyes as I imagined my beloved Master trailing his hands along my skin, his finger drawing circles around my areola just shy of my painfully erect nipple.

I gasped in pleasure as I gave it a pinch, my hips jerking involuntarily upwards from the action.

I moaned into the robe as I began kneading my breast in earnest, my imagination going wild as I fantasized about Master playing with my bosoms.

"Master… Don't tease me…" I moaned, the Master in my fantasy giving me an unusually sadistic smile.

I kicked my feet, pushing my pants down further to my ankles as the hand at my breast reached down to seek my dripping wet entrance.

I pulled the hood of my clit, letting my little nub breathe in the cold air.

Two of my fingers began attacking it without remorse, pinching and rubbing it in desperate circles.

I let Master's robe fall against my face as I freed my right hand of its robe clutching duties, seeking out my other tortured nipple to play with.

I kicked my legs one more time and my pants was sent flying off my bed, landing on the floor somewhere.

I spread my legs wide and inserted a finger into my pulsing womanhood, my walls instantly clenching up at the pleasurable intrusion.

A second finger was soon added in and I bucked my hips in pleasure, moaning erotically into Master's robes while basking in his scent.

In my fantasy, Master had just claimed me as his, his strong hands wrapping around my sides to support my back as he made tender love to me.

I pinched my nipple harder, my hips rocking back and forth as I continued to finger myself relentlessly, my mind showing me what I've longed for.

My left hand increased in speed, my entrance was now so wet I could hear the wet sloshing sounds of my fingers going in and out of me.

My knees quivered, my fantasy Master had leaned himself on top of me, his chest directly on top of mine and his lips achingly close to my neck.

My hips rocked harder against my fingers, the walls undulating as it tried to milk the fantasy Master thrusting his hips on top of me.

I took another deep breath of Master's scent, imagining his lips trailing along the edges of my face.

"You're enchanting," I imagined him saying, his words still fresh from this morning.

I gasped as my body reacted to his words, my toes curling while my fingers thrusted harder.

"Like a fae… My fae."

That was it.

My dams burst open as I climaxed, my entire body shaking with pleasure as I orgasmed.

I screamed into Master's robes, his scent making me imagine myself being held close to him as I climaxed in his arms.

That scene alone was enough to get another orgasm out of me, my back arching up and my hands gripping on the bed sheets as tightly as I could.

It was a good two minutes before my climax finally ended, my hips crashing back down on the bed in a puddle of my own fluids.

I pulled Master's robes away from my face, my breaths coming out in huge gasps.

Another minute passed before I managed to sit up on quivering knees, inspecting the mess I made.

The sheets were soaked through with my orgasm, a visible stain at where my hips had been. This was exactly why I chose not to do this in my own bed.

Oh well, I pity the next disciple who has to use that bed.

Cleaning myself with the water from a pail, I redressed myself before putting Master's robes back in its hiding space reverently.

Once everything was back in order, I collapsed back onto my bed.

Ahhh~~ Today's session was especially refreshing, most definitely because of what Master said today.

Hahh~~ I wonder when Master could embrace me like that one day.