"Senior Brother."
The female Demon Cultivator stumbled out of their master's room, her face pale. She looked completely drained of her Essence Qi.
Their master, on a whim, had demanded she attend to him. He was insatiable during the Absorption and Replenishment, and every time she emerged, her Vitality was severely damaged. Her only recourse was to beg her Senior Brother to transfer some of his Yang Qi to her.
But today, as she reached to unfasten her Senior Brother's collar, he grabbed her hand.
"Junior Sister, not so fast,"
the bald, burly man said.
A look of grievance instantly filled the female Cultivator's eyes.
"It seems Senior Brother has grown tired of my sullied body."
"Junior Sister, I..."
The bald, burly man was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly spat a mouthful of Demonic Qi into her face.
