Elizabeth was feeling very jittery at this moment, it had been close to nine months since she was taken and the only thing she was absolutely sure of. These were the best couple of months in her life. She did not know what she did to deserve to be so happy but she was.

So much so, that she had almost forgotten her past.

Truth be told her past was not as happy as she had led her master to believe, her family was... transactional. She had one father and three mothers and four siblings, a younger sister and three older brothers.

They were a merchant family and the business mindset was not left at the shops her family managed but came home to roost. For her mothers the transactions were all sexual, suck a dick get a necklace.

Needless to say, they were neglected. Even her brothers looked at them with money in their eyes, especially... after she and her younger sister started filling out. Her mother was beautiful as she was distant and the one 'gift' she had given them was a 'blessed' body.

If it were not for nana and po-po, her caretakers maybe she too would be so jaded, but that was not to be the case. These two 'servants' were better parents to her than her parents could ever be, her and her sister both. She could not help but smile when she thought of all the trouble she had caused the older couple, especially when her childish self wanted attention. While her parents would throw money at her when she was being 'annoying', they would do the kindest things.

Her personal favorite amongst it all was reading her stories.

When... when they finally moved on... that became her escape. The world of fiction and fantasy, a world that was not so cold and calculating but filled with love and wonder. But even that was not to last.

She was growing up, and like her mother, she started catching the eye.

Would her greedy family abuse the attention she received? That was a definite, yes.

So, they did what any 'family' would do. She started to be be groomed to become the perfect lady.

A prostitute they could sell off to make further their end would be a more apt description.

If it were not for the mandatory core test at the age of sixteen... maybe that would have been her fate, a pretty object to look at and a factory to produce babies.

She had jumped at the chance, believing all the romantic books she once consumed about masters and their beloved 'disciples'.

The first two years were a massive crash back down to earth. The sect was even more transactional and sex was a very widely used currency on both ends. Her stories of love and wonder were just that, stories.

She could not even crawl back to her family. She had not left on happy terms, the only person she had positive relations with was her younger sister whom she had promised to take from that den of misery. The rest had cut ties with her in a very public fashion and promised her hell should she ever return.

The one thing she refused to give the world, was her body. The world wanted her to give up, to use it as currency just like everyone else, but she would not. It became a tug of war, the world wanted it and she refused to give.

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There was naive hope deep in her soul that somebody would see her dedication, somebody would understand her devotion. Somebody who would love her and take her not because she was a pretty thing to use and abuse but something to be cherished.

When her master, her absurdly handsome, naive, intelligent, stupid, caring, dense, loveable, dopey, and monstrously powerful master had found her that day, she was at the end of her ropes.

She would have sold her body if she could, but she had reached a point where even that was not possible. She had pretty much-accepted death. Then he had come in all his glory, all handsome and mysterious with his booming voice. At that moment, she genuinely thought that an avatar of a god had come to take her to the afterlife.

The truth was so much sweeter, a master had come to take her as a disciple. She opened her mouth immediately, hoping for the miraculous drug that lay in the loins of every heaven-chosen master.

Her chastity would be hers, she would not give it to anyone else other than the one she deemed to be her worthy master but this was different, this was how disciples got their power and it was a sacred bond between master and disciple. At least, that was how she had reasoned it to herself.

But that was not to be the case, she was cared for, carried like a princess to a beautiful if sparse abode nursed back to health, and then it was offered to her. A magnificent rod that would fix her future... needless to say she was excited. It was all she was led to believe and so much more, it was like the best thing she had ever eaten multiplied by a factor of 100. And the power... It flooded her, she could every inch of her pathetic body being remade and it was not at all painful. If anything the tingling feeling was extremely pleasurable.

She had decided right then and there that this master would be the one, her one. She would make him a loveable family filled with happy women who would take care of him and be loved back. And this was back then when he had yet to realize just how worthy her master really was. She was treated like a spoiled princess and somehow her life had surpassed even the storybooks she read. She thought she was doted on before, but it paled in comparison to just how much time and care was put into her since she had become a disciple.

When she had heard she was to become a cauldron, she was very accepting. That was the other shoe, he wanted her to be his, a slave in the truest sense of the word. That was the transaction, she was the object he wanted to have. It stung a little but that was fine, he had given her infinitely more than what she was being asked.

By that point, she was doing but lazing about and consuming his cum. She had thought, the 'I made your metal essence incompatible' was just an excuse and he just wanted an easy way to wet his dick. That was what stung her a little, she was just an object to her master.

…Well what actually happened was that master was being his usual oddly clumsy self and he had messed up. He treated her so highly, that instead of hiding his mistake(which in her opinion was completely fine, masters needed to preserve their image) he had come out and told her everything. That was probably the moment she had realized, 'I love this man', from the very depths of her soul. Not to mention, the shock afterward at her eagerness was a memory she would hold deep in her heart for the rest of her days. The shyness and worry for her only cemented the fact that he was not being duplicitous only very awkward, her super hot and awkward master.

For some reason, she had to become the aggressor and make her master finally take the plunge even though he was the one that initially suggested it. Her lady bits tingled at the memory and she almost growled thinking about the absolute lack of it since then. The reason being too much might accelerate her to the foundation realm before her cultivation stabilized.

She nearly swore to the heavens that day. She did not think having sex after becoming a sex slave should be so difficult. At least she could still suckle on him, otherwise... there would be war...

At least after the tournament, he would have no reason to deny her that nirvana any longer. Also, her sister would be at the age of her maturity by then so win-win.

Thinking of the tournament brought her back to the present and the only desire her master had for her, was to have fun and show off to the world.

Somehow, those heartfelt words that put no pressure on her held more weight than if she was told to win every event without fail.