Xing Yang was silently surprised at Huang Yin being able to swiftly understand the basic healing techniques.

“Master will you give me a reward?” Huang Yin asked in a somewhat hesitant voice and his hands holding his Master’s right sleeve. He looks up into those amazing ruby red eyes oh could almost get lost in those wonderful eyes.

Xing Yang puts his worn-out book of cultivation techniques up. In The Demonic Sect Master’s fuck their disciples as a reward and pour cultivation power inside of their disciple to help increase the level of their disciple. If their disciples have been naughty then those disciples are spanked until their asses are red, roughly fucked by their Master, and afterwards given the cold treatment for an entire week. 

The Master's in the Demonic Sect only accept disciples who are eighteen years of age or older.

“What do you want as a reward?” Xing Ying asked simply and he looks into those innocent blue eyes. It would be no fun to swiftly break in Huang Yin.

“For you to feed me a rice ball.” Huang Yin replied in a hurried and slightly embarrassed tone of voice. He wanted to be kissed on the cheek by his handsome Master as a reward, but the wonderful sensation of that might kill him off and he doesn’t want to die yet. Ah even the thought of being kissed on the cheek by his handsome Master makes his cheeks burn.

“Okay.” Xing Yang agreed and he felt a bit amused by how flushed those delicate cheeks became when asking to be feed a rice ball.  Huang Yin silently hopes his Master won’t be wearing any gloves when feeding him a rice ball and perhaps might have enough luck to….maybe just maybe do a tiny little lick on Master’s fingers.

Xing Yang mentally debated whether or not to wear gloves when feeding his disciple and decided he will not wear gloves. Plans to steal a bit of tofu and insert his fingers in-between those lovely pale red lips. He is not afraid of possibly being bitten by his Disciple in fact might make things even more enjoyable.

“I will be right back with a rice ball.” Xing Yang stated calmly before leaving and not looking back. Huang Yin grabs a pillow, holds to his face, and releases several excited screams. The sounds were muffled by the pillow.

‘I can’t believe this will be happening.’ Huang Yin thought happily and he slowly moves the pillow away from his flushed face. ‘I hope Master returns quickly with the rice ball.’

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