"Ahh…!" The matron moaned loudly, squirting all over her wooden chair even as the blacks of her eyes rolled behind out of sheer pleasure.
She gasped, taking heavy breaths, face filled with sweat, still stunned by the unforgettable experience that she just had.
Brutus stood up, calmly cleaning his hands with a towel. "Matron, how does it feel like?"
She looked at him, eyes filled with disbelief. "H-h-how did you do it?"
Brutus smirked. "I'm just that good".
He helped her to sit better on the chair before sitting on her table, crossing his legs and looking down into her eyes.
At this moment, Brutus was standing before a bonafide cultivator, a Neophyte who already started gathering qi but he showed no signs of fear.
That imposing aura of a cultivator was already gone.
All that was left was an aura of a sexually satisfied woman who wanted more.
"I have a deal for you," he said. "From now on, every female cultivator that comes to your brothel for service, do not give them to any other worker, refer all of them to me".
"In exchange, I shall service you once every 2 days".
"Every day!" She said.
"If you insist on that, then we'll also have to share the payment". Brutus said seriously. "70% of every service fee to me, 30% to you".
Her eyes widened. "That's extortionate!"
"Fine," Brutus nodded. "50/50".
She looked at him, still hesitant.
"50/50 or no deal".
"50/50!" She finally agreed.
"It was nice working with you". Saying that, Brutus finally turned to leave.
Staring at him leave, the matron had a complicated look in her eyes, memories of the just concluded moment flying through her head.
She blushed slightly. "Hey," she called. "What is your name?"
Brutus turned back to look at her, he smirked. "My name doesn't matter," he paused. "But you can call me Genie, I fulfill women's wishes".
And with that, he left the brothel.
Immediately after leaving the brothel even as he felt her gaze still watching him, as he mounted the horse to leave, his system lit up with new notifications.
[You have made use of a skill: Heavenly Touch!]
[You have completed 3/10 of your 1st mission: Seduce 10 girls this week!]
[Mission Progress: 3/10]
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[Congratulations! You have participated in your first Dual Cultivation session!]
[You have gained Cultivation XP!]
Seeing that last notification, Brutus grinned.
To another cultivator who didn't know the creation mechanisms of the system, he would be stunned at the term cultivation XP but Brutus was not.
In the world of cultivation, there are 9 major cultivation realms. The first is the Neophyte realm or the Qi gathering realm.
To become a Neophyte, the first requirement was for a mortal to sense the presence of qi in the atmosphere.
Considering the fact that over 80% of humans in the world could not feel the presence of qi, it showed how hard it was to become a cultivator.
The first step to the Neophyte realm is sensing the presence of qi. The second step is taming qi, and this was the hard part. To tame qi, you had to personalize it, making it yours till it begins to flow through your veins as a part of you.
Once that hurdle is passed, a mortal finally steps on the path of power, becoming a cultivator, a Neophyte.
With the system though, Brutus already simplified this step that was supposed to be hard and should take years. Through his system, instead of going through the normal steps, he could simply absolve cultivation XP.
Once he accumulated enough cultivation XP through dual cultivation and by completing system missions, the system would magically do it, taking him through all the steps to become a Neophyte.
This was how Brutus aimed to become the strongest cultivator in the world.
And if he was the strongest, the laws of factions and sects could no longer govern him. He would no longer fall under the power of any restriction; he would become free.
Then, he would become a one-man sect.
Then, he could enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh.
Then, he could build his harem, integrating the strongest and most beautiful cultivators in the world into his harem.
Thinking of the future that he envisioned, Brutus could not help grinning even as he mounted his horse.
Hitting the horse, it neighed loudly before riding off into the road.
…
Brutus arrived back at the farm when it was already getting late.
By then, most of the Village Chief's workers who worked in his farm already started returning home and most were already home, getting the wooden apartment in order for the return of their master.
Apart from his workers, the Village Chief had a big family.
Before Casablanca, he had 4 wives who already gave birth to 13 children for him. The Village Chief's eldest son was already 28, even older than Casablanca, his fifth wife but he stayed outside the village.
The Chief's first 4 children already left the village, entering the outside world to pursue a life for themselves, leaving his remaining 9 children.
The 9 brats were in charge of the chief's home in his absence.
Most of them were already back from wherever they went during the day. And when Brutus rode back into the farm on a horse, one of them noticed; the chief's 15-year-old son, Urus.
"Hey, slave, stop!"
Brutus heard but he didn't bother to reply.
"Hey! Slave, can you hear me? I said stop!"
Silence.
The boy boiled in rage. "Fool! How dare you ignore me?! I said stop!"
Rushing into one of the sheds, the boy recklessly picked up a cutlass before charging towards the insolent slave and the horse.
Brutus finally inclined his head to look at this boy.
The look in his eyes was devoid of emotion, unnerving the boy a bit but his pride did not let him stop as he continued charging forward with rage in his eyes.
Staring at the boy, Brutus had a thought. 'What would it cost to kill him?'
'My freedom'.
His eyes narrowed. 'Is it worth it?'
At that moment, someone intervened, charging into the boy's front and blocking him. It was Casablanca, and this time she was properly dressed in a red native gown with colorful flowery designs.
"Stop Urus, what are you doing?"
The boy stopped, still simmering in rage as he pointed at the slave. "That fool!" He raged. "Let me beat some sense into him, how dare he ignore me?!"
Casablanca briefly threw a glance at Brutus before focusing back on the boy. "Urus, calm down, you're being too rash".
"Give me the cutlass".
"No!" He shook his head. "Why? That fool is right before me".
By then, the horse started moving again as Brutus left.
The boy raged even more. "T-t-this bastard! He's ignoring me!" He lost it completely.
Casablanca sighed, then her face turned stern. "Urus, give that cutlass to me, now!"
The boy stared at her, shocked. He opened and closed his mouth, then…
"Casa, what is going on?" A voice asked authoritatively.
That voice…, did not belong to the boy!
The chief was home.