Stay in the sect, but no cuckolding.

“I’ll stay by your side, no matter what happens,” you say. “Through thick and thin. Through hunger, madness—whatever comes. Just you and me. Always.”

Tears well in Meiyu’s eyes, and she laughs before kissing you fiercely, like a bride sealing a vow.

“You dummy,” she says, hot breath on your lips. “You’re always calling me stupid, but you’re the bigger dummy.”

“Evidently so. I didn’t even know my little wife had a bigger manhood than me.”

She lets out a watery giggle. “But I’m glad... Just you and me. Rensu and Meiyu, forever.”

She clings to you like a drowning woman, the world shrinking to the warmth between you. But the moment is fragile—the world doesn’t wait.

“So, you’ve made your choice,” Master Song Baiyun says from her dais. “A road paved with thorns, with only your frail mortal flesh to shield against the storm.”

“I have,” you say.

Master Song watches you, then rises, her white robe spilling like clouds. “Very well. You will walk beside her, through every hunger, every madness... until your strength breaks, or hers does.”

Meiyu stiffens, but you calm her. “I will not fail her.”

Song Baiyun’s lips twitch—half bitter, half wistful. “Few mortals intend to fail. But intentions are wisps of smoke against the gales of heaven.”

She steps down, each footfall echoing. “Understand what you have bound yourself to. This is only the beginning. As her cultivation deepens, the Yang within her will grow stronger, fiercer, consuming her if left unattended—and you, husband, must become her anchor.”

You nod, fear coiling in your gut.

She stops before you, towering, studying you with a gaze that feels like it could peel flesh from bone. The hall falls into a breathless hush.

And then—

“Eeeeeek!”

Master Song lets out a squeal so sharp it could shatter glass. “By the Jade Emperor’s balls, this is just too romantic!” she gushes—and then, with terrifying speed, she engulfs both you and Meiyu in a colossal hug.

You stiffen in shock. Meiyu squeaks helplessly.

“Master—!” Meiyu gasps, squirming.

“So romantic! Kyaaa! ‘I’ll stay by your side, no matter what happens!’ I can’t! My poor old heart!” Master Song croons, squeezing you both tighter with surprising gentleness.

Around the hall, the disciples beam in excitement.

“So cute! So cute, so cute, so cute!” Lu Qingyi clutches her bosom like she might explode from sheer joy.

“Linlin! Did you see that? I want that! I want that too!” Li Huanglan cries, bouncing excitedly in her twin’s arms.

“Me too, Lanlan! Me too!” Li Huanglin shrieks back.

“So, the brat has a spine after all,” Jiang Zhiwei scoffs, crossing her arms, although her foot is tapping with uncontained excitement.

“And then the prince kissed the cursed princess, thus breaking the curse and they lived happily ever after—not,” Shen Nuoyue says dryly.

“Don’t be a damn buzzkill!” Jiang Zhiwei snaps.

“Joking, joking.” Shen Nuoyue flashes a crooked grin. “But doesn’t that scene look... eerily familiar, princess?”

Jiang Zhiwei’s fingers tighten on her bicep as her eyes narrow dangerously. “One of these days, I’ll kill you—witch.”

“Oh, I look forward to it,” Shen Nuoyue says, a low laugh slipping from her lips. The sound is swallowed by the excitement around them.

Tian Xueying, still holding her twisted pose, frowns and flicks her hair back with a sharp motion. “After all that effort, and this is what I get? Not a single compliment! Hmph!”

As the excitement eases, Song Baiyun lifts you and Meiyu back up to her dais, settling you onto her massive knees.

“Today is a good day,” she says warmly. “Today, my son-in-law and my youngest have made their choice. As a master, I must respect that decision. Wu Rensu has taken a burden few would dare. Qin Meiyu is now his to bear, for better or worse… But I will not let him face it unprepared.”

She turns to the gathered disciples, eyes flashing.

“From now on, you will assist him. If he needs a sword—give it. If he needs training—teach it. If he needs guidance—offer it without hesitation. Whether in the training grounds... or the bedroom.”

A wave of excited murmurs ripples through the disciples, some wearing knowing smiles, while others narrow their eyes with a predatory gleam.

You freeze, wide-eyed, turning to Song Baiyun. “But, Master, I thought—”

She hushes you with a finger on your lips. “Meiyu is your responsibility, yes. But you—your body, your skills—are still woefully underdeveloped. Do you truly think you can keep up with her without proper... practice?”

Her words hit home.

“This girl—she’s a real talent. I can assure you, by the standards of the martial world, she’s an anomaly. Or do you think learning to breathe Qi within six months is normal too, Son-in-law?” She chuckles.

“It’s not?”

“If cultivation were that simple, the world would be filled with immortals. No, Meiyu’s talent is beyond what most could even dream of. In fact, it may very well eclipse mine.”

The weight of her words sinks in, and you glance over at Meiyu. Her expression mirrors your shock. It’s clear even she didn’t realize how extraordinary her progress is.

“Master,” Meiyu says after a long pause. “Does that mean... I’m going to grow to be as big as you?”

Song Baiyun smiles as if she’s been waiting for this question. “Perhaps even bigger, Meiyu. You have the potential to surpass me if you continue on your current path. But—” She turns to you. “That may take decades, even centuries. So, you still have time to prepare—if you can survive that long.”

“Meiyu... bigger than Master?” You gulp, your mind racing to the image that haunts you every time you close your eyes...

The beast.

Your gaze drops to where it now slumbers—between Master Song’s thighs. It’s so close you could reach out and touch it.

“Bigger isn’t always better,” Song Baiyun says with a wry smile. “That’s why I’m still an old maid at my age. Ah, if only I’d met a good man like my son-in-law when I was smaller, like Meiyu. Some girls just have all the luck.”

Your ears flush with warmth, and you shift uncomfortably on Master Song’s brawny leg.

“So, what do you say, Son-in-law? Are you willing to accept the assistance of your senior sisters?”

Looking at Master Song’s expectant gaze, your throat tightens. “I… That isn’t something I could ask the senior sisters to do for me—”

“Are you kidding?!” Jiang Zhiwei’s rough voice cuts in. “Do you really think there’s a single woman in this room who doesn’t want to pounce on your scrawny little ass, you damn brat?!”

You snap your head toward the disciples. Each pair of eyes is fixed on you, a mix of hunger and mischief flickering behind their gazes. Even the aloof Shen Nuoyue and the haughty Tian Xueying have a dark glint in their eyes that sends an icy shiver racing up your spine.

And below...

Their phalluses of various shapes and sizes are swollen with anticipation, glistening drools leaking out from their tips, dripping onto the cold floor beneath.

You quickly tear your gaze away.

“But even if the senior sisters are willing, what would Meiyu think if—”

“You can do it, Rensu!” Meiyu says, her smile bright and carefree. “I don’t really understand all this talk about me being an anomaly or whatever, but if I’m going to get as big as the master, I don’t want to accidentally squish you. Of course, it’s up to you to decide.”

“So there you have it, Son-in-law,” Song Baiyun says. “It seems like Meiyu is all for it. No excuses now. Your path is yours to shape. So, what will it be?”

You look up at Song Baiyun, and in that moment, you see it too:

The hunger in her eyes.

You gulp, your heart thundering like a war drum in your chest.

No excuses now.

It’s time to decide.