Capítulo 28: The Best View to Wake up to!

Artis didn't wake up the next morning—his body had declared a union strike after the "night shift" he'd pulled. Exhaustion had him wrapped tighter than a clingy ex.

He'd managed to crack open the Dual Cultivation Scripture the night before, skimming through about ten or eleven pages, but reading it was like deciphering ancient sexts from a horny monk.

Sure, he could binge-read the whole thing, but the text demanded more than a cursory glance—it required full-on tantric comprehension.

Every word was dripping with double entendres and cryptic advice, like the Kama Sutra decided to moonlight as a philosophy manual.

Every time he grasped the meaning behind a phrase, a golden light would shimmer around his chest, looking like he'd just leveled up in a very special RPG.

Then, the light would sink into his body, making him feel like a walking glowstick of erotic enlightenment.

The pages were mostly poetic verses, which honestly sounded like dirty limericks written by a horny bard:

"Touch meridians where the ashes are sleeping to invoke the fire within her."

Artis stared at the line, scratching his head.

"Ashes sleeping? Fire? What is this—foreplay or arson instructions?"

Still, he pieced together the gist of it: poke the right spots on a woman's body, and you can turn her into a furnace of lust, even if she's colder than the Ice Queen's tits.

Great advice, but not exactly groundbreaking. He'd already been manually testing this theory on Nadia—and to some extent, Juliana.

Turns out, the obvious spots (boobs, thighs, and genitals) weren't the only buttons to press.

The scripture hinted at a treasure map of erogenous zones: the scalp, ears, small of the back, navel, lower stomach, thighs, soles of the feet—hell, even toes, apparently.

And that wasn't even the half of it.

The scripture had gone full-on treasure hunt mode, with Artis needing to track down a whole catalog of erogenous zones like he was Indiana Jones looking for the Temple of Boobs.

It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Sure, the obvious spots were easy enough to find—thank you, basic anatomy—but the hidden ones? It was like trying to solve a sexy escape room.

Naturally, he'd also picked up some "pro tips" on how to touch them just right, and now all he needed was a test subject.

Fortunately for him, one very voluptuous candidate immediately came to mind. A wicked grin curled his lips as he mentally reviewed the lessons, already imagining his fieldwork.

But wait, there was more! Another juicy nugget of wisdom from the scripture had lodged itself in his brain—something that could significantly boost his cultivation.

If properly applied, it could make him an absolute beast in… well, everything. He just needed to practice. A lot.

Meanwhile, Juliana had gotten worried about him when he didn't surface in the morning. Curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured into his room. Big mistake. What she saw would forever haunt her—Artis sprawled on the bed, his "dragon staff" standing at full mast like it was auditioning for the lead role in The Cock Whisperer.

Her cheeks flushed bright red as uninvited thoughts flooded her brain. Big. Fucking. Monster. That thing looked like it had its own postal code.

Mortified, she bolted out of the room, clutching her face like she'd just seen a live broadcast of her own scandalous thoughts.

It wasn't until noon that Artis finally woke up, feeling groggy as hell. Sure, the sleep had recharged him, but now he was all kinds of lazy.

He needed caffeine—immediately. Stumbling to the door, still half-dressed and half-hard, he shouted into the hallway like the spoiled brat of a cultivation master.

"Mommy, can I get some tea? I'm too fucking tired…"

From Juliana's room came a flustered, slightly shaky voice that tried way too hard to sound composed.

"S-sure, honey. Just give Mom a moment."

"Thanks, Mommy! You're the best!"

He hollered back, grinning like the shameless brat he was.

He shuffled off to the bathroom to drain his bladder, which felt about as full as if he'd chugged a barrel of beer in one sitting.

"Fuck," he muttered, relieving himself. "How the hell does my body do this?"

The steady stream felt endless, like he was singlehandedly refilling a damn reservoir.

Business completed, he moved to the washbasin, splashing water on his face to shake off the grogginess. Feeling slightly more alive, he wandered back into the house.

The faint clinking of utensils reached his ears, and an idea as bright as the morning sun lit up his face.

'Time to give my dear mommy her daily dose of chaos.'

He thought, a devilish grin creeping across his lips.

'Heh heh heh. Let's see how flustered I can make her today.'

Before heading to the kitchen, he made a quick sweep of the house, peeking into every room like a nosy detective on a mission. To his delight—and minor confusion—not even Nadia was home.

"Well, well, alone time with Mommy it is."

He mused, trying to look thoughtful but failing to hide the wolfish smirk plastered across his face.

As he reached the kitchen, he froze in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. His jaw almost hit the floor as he took in the scene.

At the far end of the kitchen, Juliana was busy at the stove, pouring water into a kettle with a sway in her hips that could probably cause traffic accidents.

Her light dress, thin enough to leave very little to the imagination, clung to her body in a way that made scandalous look tame.

Sure, it wasn't as overtly revealing as Nadia's usual getups, but on Juliana? It was a whole new level of sinful.

The fabric hugged her ass so tightly it looked like it was trying to become one with her skin, outlining a perfect bubble butt that defied logic, gravity, and possibly even cultivation laws.

Every jiggle as she moved was a sermon in the church of ass worship, and Artis was more than ready to convert.

When Juliana reached up to grab a container from the top shelf, her dress shifted, revealing more of those tantalizing curves.

The fabric, far too thin to keep secrets, gave him a clear view of her nipples pressing against the material, practically screaming, Hello, Artis. Notice us.

His gaze traveled down her long legs, following every bend and stretch as she tiptoed to reach her goal. The elegance, the curves—it was like the gods themselves had sculpted her with extra dedication.

Artis rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain who'd just stumbled upon a treasure map. His grin stretched wider than it had any right to.

'This is it. This is fucking jackpot material. Thank you, universe. I owe you one.'

With the stealth of a horny predator, he crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug. Juliana yelped, almost dropping the container, her heart rate spiking like she'd just been ambushed in battle.

"Surprise, Mommy!"

He declared, grinning like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Thanks for making tea for me. By the way, where's everyone else? Even Nadia's out."

Juliana opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat the moment she felt it. The unmistakable rising dragon pressed firmly against her ass. Her heart pounded so loudly she was convinced he could hear it.

Artis, of course, acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but internally, he was laughing like a madman.

'Heh, she's so warm. Fuck, this is the best way to wake up ever.'

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