The choice is yours to make.

There she stands: your Meiyu. Your childhood friend. Your companion. Your home.

She smiles nervously and steps closer, her brown cheeks flushed with color. Gingerly, she approaches until she is standing directly before you, meeting your gaze without wavering.

You lift your hand and brush her damp cheek. She leans into your touch, soft and trusting.

“I didn’t think cultivation would be so complicated,” she says, her voice light with a giggle. “All I ever wanted was to soar among the clouds... with you beside me.”

She looks up at you with those same bright, silly eyes—eyes that have never changed, no matter how much her body has transformed.

“No matter what happens,” she whispers, “no matter how much I change... I’ll always be me. I’ll always be yours… no matter what you choose.”

Meiyu takes your hands and guides them to undress her, taking off her sash, her pink robe, and her inner garments.

Her breasts fit in your palms, her body is athletic and slick with sweat, and between her legs is a dark phallus that seems understated next to the gigantic forms around her. But still—it feels substantial in your palm.

It is hot and firm. Your fingers barely wrap around it. Gently, you feel its soft skin and the muscle beneath.

Slowly, it rises, stiffening, growing bigger until it reaches its full length against her belly.

You trail your finger along the sharp line leading from its dark head down to the moist scrotum below. It’s warm.

“Why can’t finding the core be as easy as this?” you say.

Meiyu giggles. “It can be—if you stop thinking so hard.”

“And if I happened to be born with a rare constitution that gives me a leg up… or, well, a leg down, in this case.”

She bursts out laughing, the sound light and free.

Then, without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling herself into you. Her damp body presses close, and you feel the unmistakable firmness of her phallus against you, wedged between your bodies, intimate and real.

“I can quit,” she says suddenly. Her eyes shine, half with mischief, half with something deeper, more fragile. “Just say the word. I’ll stop cultivating. Right here, right now. We’ll leave this place behind. Go back to the village... or anywhere you want. I’ll find work—maybe become some rich merchant’s bodyguard. We’ll start over. Forget all this madness. Just you and me. Like always. Together. Just say the word.”

The world around you blurs. For a moment, there is only her—the sweat-slick warmth of her skin, the earthy scent you’ve known all your life.

There is no falsehood in her voice. No brave front to shield your feelings. No mask.

She is just Meiyu—your Meiyu. Plain and simple. A little silly, a little too quick to laugh, not always the brightest pea in the pod. But she’s always been real. Constant.

And now she stands before you, willing to throw away her dreams, her future, her chance at immortality... for you.

What do you say?