2075 - New Metal City - 5:30 PM As the day drew to a close, the last golden rays of sunlight bathed the skyscrapers, casting fiery reflections across the bustling streets. Below, metallic streams of vehicles move through the city like veins, their horns blending into a chaotic symphony. Sidewalks teemed with hawkers and hurried pedestrians, splashes of vibrant color amidst the urban steel and glass. "Excuse me? Hello? Can someone help me?" A young man’s voice rose above the urban din. His pale yet striking face stood out against the cityscape. Slim but athletic, his white T-shirt clung to his frame, complementing his blue jeans and sneakers. Spiky brown hair framed his sharp features, giving him a roguish charm that turned a few heads despite the indifference of the crowd. "Dammit," Jackson, his backpack slung over one shoulder, cursed under his breath. Tomorrow was the big day—his enrollment at Storm Academy, the prestigious martial arts school that will definitely lead to change o

Freezing in fear as soon as his finger touches her clit. After a minute of not seeing a response from her, Jackson finally calmed down. For a minute, he was afraid that his finger contact with her clit had woken her up. Jackson was so anxious that he did not notice the slimy fluid covering the tip of his finger where it touched Diana's pussy. Jackson was about to pull her panty back to its original position and cover themselves to sleep while hugging her in a perverted position, taking a deep breath of relief that Dianna had not woken up yet. He would dismiss it as him using her as a pillow even if she asked in the morning. However, as he gazed down at her bare private honeypots, Jackson could not help but place his finger on top of it once more. Curiously, he circled her pussy with his finger before gently pressing it in. Jackson carefully inserted one finger into her pussy over the course of nearly a minute. But as soon as he did, he could feel the inside wall squeezing his finge

"Let go of him, Jenna! Can't you see he's struggling to breathe?" Diana's voice rang out, firm but slightly amused. She was leaning against the doorframe, her damp hair indicating she'd just returned from the bathroom. Something which is obviously a lie after all she was on the bed with Jackson throughout. Jenna, Jackson's overly enthusiastic aunt, released him reluctantly, allowing him to gasp for air. "Oh, sorry, Jackie-poo! I just missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her bright eyes gleaming with joy. Jackson took a step back, trying to catch his breath and process the situation. Jenna was nothing like he'd imagined. For someone reputed to be a martial arts prodigy, her bubbly demeanor and youthful appearance were unexpected, he has expected a slightly aloof, calm, mature lady instead. Her slender frame, curvaceous figure, and radiant smile made it hard to believe she was his aunt. She looks more like a young highschool teenage girl in her 20s. "Uh… it's good to see you too, Aunt

Inside Jackson's body, a change began the moment Diana's squirt was converted into yang energy. This transformation slowly stimulated Jackson's body, strengthening his meridians, and a small portion of the energy gathered near his heart, forming a pebble-sized liquid bubble. According to history, the past owner of the Dual Cultivation innate talents—and in fact, most people with innate talents—had a special way of cultivating that set them apart from others. For some, like those with the phoenix bloodline, they had a strong affinity for flame. They could swim in volcanoes and drink liquid flames. There were even rumors that they could fly to the sun and land on it. This made their talent highly sought after, especially in battle. For those with water-related innate talents, they could control oceans, turning the water into ice, mist, or even condensing it into solid rock. They could dive to the deepest parts of the ocean—about 250,000 feet deep—without feeling any weight on their bodi

Chapter 9 – The Art of Not Dying Like an Extra Jackson thought inwardly, assessing the situation. "And that guy? That’s Arin Blake," Logan added, nodding towards a muscular youth clad in sleek black robes. "A proud son of the heavens, as they say. He’s got an innate talent for lightning arts. Already has his little crew of followers hanging on his every word." "Wow," Jackson muttered, his tone as flat as a spirit stone. "I’m shaking in my boots." Logan chuckled. "Jealous?" "Yeah, of course. My lifelong dream is to be surrounded by bootlickers who laugh at my unfunny jokes and pretend I’m a god. Just like those rich second-generation young masters who get face-slapped by protagonists." Jackson’s sarcasm went completely over Logan’s head. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A sharp gust of wind swept through the assembly ground, silencing the murmuring students. One guy shivered and muttered, "Why do I suddenly feel a chill in my butt?" Another student blinked. "Wait… you don't we