Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 21: A Drunken Affair

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Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 21: A Drunken Affair

　. After Wang Yong left, my dad asked me, "Did you lend Wang Yong money? I've never heard you mention it."

　"Oh, I borrowed it before I became a woman. Then I transformed, and I never thought about it again, so I forgot to tell you and Mom," I replied.

　 I took the money my dad handed me and quickly ran back to my room, locking the door. When my dad handed me the money, I noticed his gaze was starting to look strange. Lately, he's become increasingly arrogant; sometimes he even sneaks into my room to fondle me while Mom is watching TV.

　 I spent some time online, feeling bored and unsure what to do. Looking at the time, I realized it was getting late and I had to work the next day. I turned off the computer, washed up, took off my clothes, and prepared for bed. Just after I got into bed, I noticed someone using a key to open my door. The movement was very quiet; I guessed it was my dad. Sure enough, it was him when the door opened.

　He climbed onto my bed, laughing. Looking at his lecherous expression, I couldn't resist. I lowered my voice and asked, "How did you get my room key?"

　"Hehe," he didn't answer, laughing as he kissed and caressed me. I knew my mom was asleep, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to come over, but I still wanted to finish him quickly. Since I used my "Girl's Kung Fu" to help him unblock his meridians, his health had been improving. His gray hair was starting to turn black, his libido was increasing, and he was becoming bolder. I had a feeling that we couldn't stay in this house any longer, or something terrible would happen sooner or later.

After venting on me, he immediately returned to my mother's room. I could sense that he was also very scared, but I couldn't understand why he had to come over despite being afraid. My father's semen was extremely helpful in improving my skills, so I immediately circulated my energy to refine it. With my father's help, my skills had greatly improved during this period. I estimated that under these circumstances, it wouldn't be long before I could break through to the third level. I

　 got up early the next morning, made breakfast, and went to the bureau. The section chief was already there. He called me into his office and said, "Wang Jing, starting today, you've been transferred to the Criminal Investigation Brigade." He then took out a transfer order and continued, "Here's the transfer order. Get ready and go."

　 I glanced at him and immediately knew what was going on. I didn't say anything, but seeing his smug look, I found it quite amusing. I smiled, nodded, took the transfer order, left his office, and called Director Zhang to tell him about my new job.

　 Director Zhang was furious after hearing this and immediately called the Public Security Bureau Chief to inquire about the matter. The chief who had wronged me had a powerful family background and told me to be patient; he would help me transfer later if the opportunity arose.

　 Actually, I didn't think much of it. While watching Detective Conan, I even fantasized about being a detective. After secretly practicing my "Girl's Kung Fu," my skills were no problem. Relaxing, I went to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, submitted my transfer order, and was assigned to the Major Crimes Unit. It seemed that the chief really valued me.

　 The Major Crimes Unit had sixteen people. After getting to know everyone, I was assigned to be the deputy team leader's apprentice. The deputy team leader was a beautiful woman in her thirties, nicknamed "Thorn Rose," meaning a rose with thorns—anyone who dared touch her would be pricked. I heard she used to be a railway police officer, with a very righteous and incorruptible personality; countless criminals had fallen into her hands. I just didn't know why she still didn't have a boyfriend.

　 I approached her, saluted, and called out, "Master."

　 She hummed in response and smiled, saying, "I'd heard a beautiful woman had joined our bureau, but I didn't expect her to be so skilled. She crippled the Sanda champion in one go! Where did you learn your kung fu?"

　 Hearing her praise, I smiled shyly and replied, "Nothing much. I don't know anything. Please take good care of me, Master. My kung fu is hereditary." "

　 Hehe, don't call me Master, it makes me sound old. Just call me Sister from now on," she said.

　 "Okay, Sister," I changed my address to her.

　 At this moment, my colleagues started teasing me, saying that Sister Rose had taken on a disciple and would be treating everyone to dinner that night. Sister Rose, with her very forthright personality, agreed without any hesitation, immediately called a restaurant and ordered food, and then she showed me around the criminal investigation team's headquarters to familiarize me with the environment.

　 Nothing much happened all day. After work, I went to a restaurant with everyone for a big meal. The criminal investigation team is full of rough guys, and the interpersonal relationships are much better than in my old department.

　 I drank a lot of alcohol. Thanks to my "girlish martial arts," I'm practically immune to alcohol, and I ended up drinking everyone at the table under the table while I only went to the bathroom. After the meal, everyone staggered home.

　 Ever since I became a woman, my mom has strictly forbidden me from drinking. I came home reeking of alcohol, but luckily my mom was already asleep. She has a habit of going to bed early. After taking a shower, she stuffed all the clothes into the washing machine and lay down on the bed. I hadn't had time to "replenish my yin" all day.

Although my "pure heart and abstinence" technique has achieved some success, and I'm no longer as thirsty without a man, I still tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. I wanted to go out and find a man, but it was too late, and if I didn't go out, my body felt terribly uncomfortable.

　 I took off my clothes and touched my slightly warm breasts and vulva. Unexpectedly, touching them caused a slight swelling sensation. Just

as I was wondering what to do, I heard the sound of urination coming from the bathroom. "Dad, really," I muttered to myself, "he never closes the door when he goes to the toilet." Suddenly, an image of my dad's dark face flashed into my mind, and my breathing became rapid. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't help it. A terrible thought popped into my head: "I've done it with Dad so many times already."

Before, Dad always came to me; I'd never asked him to. But there's a first time for everything. I quietly opened the door and went out. Dad had finished relieving himself and was about to go back to his bedroom when he saw me standing there naked.

　 He paused for a moment, smiled at me, and gestured for me to come into my room. I secretly went into Mom's room and gently pressed her pressure point.

Back in my room, my dad grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. He whispered in my ear, "What's wrong? What were you doing in your mom's room?"

　 I kissed him and whispered, "Nothing, I just pressed a pressure point on Mom's sleeping acupoint. She'll sleep soundly until dawn, and I won't be able to wake her up."

　My dad looked at me and chuckled lewdly. Then he started kissing and caressing me wildly. This was the first time I had sex with my dad without any inhibitions, fully enjoying his kisses and caresses. After a while, my dad asked me to give him oral sex. I nodded and agreed, letting him lie down on the bed. I leaned down and took his penis into my mouth, licking it earnestly.

　 And so, in my room, we tried all sorts of positions. Before I knew it, my dad had ejaculated inside me three times. He was fine and wanted to do it again, but I couldn't take it anymore. Not only did I have to make love with him, but I also had to use my girlish skills to help him clear his meridians. After three times, I was already drenched in sweat.

　 Although I was exhausted, my body and mind felt incredibly refreshed. After refining my father's semen from the three times using the Refining Furnace, I felt a significant difference in the growth of my cultivation compared to before. Previously, the refined cultivation power would be quickly absorbed by the inner core in my dantian.

　 But this time, the situation was different. The refined cultivation power was rejected by the inner core and couldn't be absorbed. This was a phenomenon that had never occurred before. What should I do? Could it be that there are two inner cores in one dantian?

　 After the newly formed inner core completely absorbed the refined cultivation power, it slowly rose along my meridians, stopping at my chest. Then, it slowly began to rotate there, actually forming another dantian. The two dantians, one above the other, resonated with each other, which felt truly miraculous.

　 I knew that my cultivation power had undergone a qualitative improvement, which should be a good thing. However, the Maiden's Scripture didn't describe this situation. After finishing my practice, and after a night of frenzy, it was already past five in the morning.

Although I hadn't slept all night, I was still in great spirits. I made a very hearty breakfast, and just as I finished eating, my phone rang. It was Rose. Their captain and vice-captain both had cars, and since my house was on her way to work, she decided to pick me up. I ran downstairs quickly.

　 Rose was waiting for me in her Jeep 2500. I opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and Rose looked at my outfit. She smiled and said, "Miss, do you know what your job is? You're a detective, not a white-collar worker."

　 I looked down at myself, wearing a suit and high heels, and found it funny. "Go home and change quickly. I'll wait for you here," Rose said.

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