After a night of cultivation, I woke up refreshed and energized early in the morning. I still can’t believe the rate at which I’m amassing the Essences. At this point, the only thing lacking now was the speed. With Rogue here in the house, Essences will still gather even after I absorb a huge amount of them the whole night. I stretched, causing several cracking sounds around my stiff joints.

Just then, I heard light footsteps coming from outside my room, clearly getting nearer and nearer. At this time of the day, there is only one person that came to mind after seeing the figure halting outside in front of the door.

“Come in.” I said, permitting Eliza inside. ‘Yes’, replied her as she twisted the doorknob which I forgot to lock last night. Then, she entered and stayed standing in front of the door.

“How’s the girl?” I asked.

Knowing that I’m talking about Rogue, she relayed what happened after I left. Rogue eventually stopped crying after some time, and then she and Eliza shared the same bed for the night. She slept soundly, even now. After that, Eliza proceeded on telling her main reason for coming here.

“Master. Elizabeth wanted to serve Master every morning!” (Eliza)

The girl cried out, toning her voice a little so as to not wake up the sleeping Rogue in the other room, only separated by thin walls.

Seeing my rod slowly taking up a stance, Eliza stared intently at it. I can’t help it from getting erect after remembering what happened last time. I want to put it inside that mouth of hers once more.

“Come here.” So, I gestured her to come close to me, as I was lusting so early in the morning.

Her face beamed up, as she trotted like a deer and went in front of me. The girl kneeled on the floor, matching her face at the level of my rod. She lightly caressed the rod that is still on my pants. Then, Eliza sniffed it a few times, inhaling a huge amount of the scent of my rod.

“It smells Master.” (Eliza)

The girl said. Then, she rubbed her face on my pants, all the while sniffing my scent. She was trying to familiarize herself to the scent of my rod.

After some time, Eliza started to unbuckle my belt. Her hands fluidly took off the belt. Then, she lowered the pants down to my ankles. The final piece of cloth covering my lower half now was the underwear I wore, which was taken off shortly after.

My erect rod popped out and stood at full attention, surprising Eliza. She sniffed it again, and lightly put her right hand in the base of my shaft. Eliza started licking it like a candy, and slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft. She licked the underside of my rod, going up to the glans, and then licked the glans all around.

“Put it in your mouth.” I said. I just stood there and watched her silently.

She nodded and stopped licking. Eliza opened her cute little mouth, and then put the glans that is covered in her saliva and syrup inside her mouth.

“Kishii… gishii… kerreup… eupphh..”

Her head bobbed up and down, as her lips continued to stimulate my glans. She spat out my glans for a moment, producing a soft ‘pop’ sound, and then lubricated the shaft of my rod with her saliva and syrup.

After that, she swallowed my glans again and continued pushing it deep in her throat. I can vividly feel the temperature of this girl’s mouth, heightening the pleasure I’m feeling. I collected her unstained white hair in a bundle and lightly guided her head.

Eliza stroked my shaft intensely after being lubricated. I tilted my head up in pleasure, and shivers started to run down my spine. I can feel the heat slowly rising up inside my urethra. After sensing me in pleasure, Eliza’s moist eyes stared at my face as I also looked down at her small figure giving me a blowjob.

“I’m coming. Take it all in!” I groaned. I let go of her hair and hold her head with both my hands as I pistoned inside her mouth. Her hands stopped jerking my shaft and just settled around my butt cheeks. My rod started to twitch inside her warm throat.

Then, I unloaded a lot of white syrup inside her throat, causing it to contract. Her throat started to squeeze out my syrup.

I looked at the face of Eliza, my rod still on her throat, not finished unloading yet. Moist filled her eyes, as it rolled on the back of her head; her cheeks ballooned after I unloaded all my cum. Her dazed pleasure-filled face was good to look at. This little girl is only 17 years old.

I pulled my rod out of her mouth, causing her to snap out of her daze and looked straight at my face. She opened her mouth and showed me the white trophy as she slowly swallowed it along with her saliva. After that, she rested for a little bit.

I brought her some tissue to wipe the sides of her mouth. She took it as she stood up and thanked me. She pocketed the tissue, afterward. Meanwhile, I tucked away my rod and wore my underwear and pants. After we’re done, we just stood there, silently gazing at each other. Affection filled Eliza’s eyes as she looked at me.

I walked up to her, and brought my head down to peck her forehead lightly, surprising her. Then, I walked past her and opened the door, going out of the room. She followed me closely, with a bright smile on her face. She’s in a good mood.

Then, she went straight to the kitchen again, while I sat on the sofa, waiting for the meal. Silently, Rogue emerged from the room she was sleeping in, yawning out and rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep.

I looked at her coldly.

The green eyes met mine, and she fully woke up. She dashed straight to the kitchen and help in creating the meals. I broke my stare at her back and reached out to the remote. I opened the TV. I watched some news for a while until the breakfast was ready.

When the smell of the cooking oil entered my nose, I immediately made a beeline towards the table and watched the TV from there. Then, Eliza and Rogue came in with the dishes. It was a simple breakfast: fried bacon and sausages, sunny-side up eggs, and some toasted bread. They laid it down the table, and Eliza handed me the glass filled with milk that she made. I took a bite off the sausages and was surprised. It tastes very delicious.

I looked at Eliza, but she shook her head quickly and looked at Rogue, so I followed her gaze. Noticing my and Eliza’s gaze on her, she looked up from her plate and swallowed half of the sausage in her mouth. She licked the side of her lips that was smeared with oil seductively, but not intentional. She was unaware of her actions.

We eyed her for a while until she straightened her back and puffed out her D-cup breasts, highlighting it more.

“I am good at cooking!” (Rogue)

She said proudly. She closed her eyes, tilted her head up and smiled in satisfaction, waiting for my praise. But the praise never came. I continued eating, ignoring her who’s high on her horse.

Not liking the fact that she got ignored, Rogue ate the rest of the meal while pouting. When we finished eating, just as they picked up the plates, we heard an interview on the TV that caught our interest.

“... This school is merely as a means of helping those with these rare and wonderful gifts to learn more about their abilities that they may control them and use them for the betterment of all mankind.”

On the screen, a man past his prime sat in a wheelchair. His deep, gentle voice echoed in the room. He looked kind in nature and the type to help others in need. His head was clean, no hair present. He stared silently at the camera as if talking to the viewers. Just below his image was his name: ‘Prof. Charles Xavier’.

“But some have said you are training a race of superhumans, indoctrinating the genetically enhanced—or some would say, ‘mutants’— into some strange cult.” (Interviewer)

The interviewer on the TV said, looking at Prof. Xavier for his reaction.

“I can assure you, the only idea I am putting into their heads is the fellowship of men.” (Prof. Xavier)

Prof. Xavier answered, unperturbed. After that, the TV went on a different topic.

I looked at both of them, who is also staring at me. I made a decision. But before I could speak, Eliza beat me to it.

“Elizabeth will stay by Master’s side. She will not leave Master forever.” (Eliza)

She looked at me strongly, full of determination. I shrugged and turned to Rogue, who likewise turned to face me.

“I will stay. Even if I go there, I will just hurt anyone I touch, so I will stay.” (Rogue)

She said, with her voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Suit yourselves.” I muttered as I got up and turned towards my room, leaving the two of them.

I want to quickly unlock my genes so I can officially start my cultivation.

I have a feeling that many things will start to change.

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I am washing the dishes with a little girl beside me. The girl’s name, if I recall it right, was Elizabeth. She said she was 17 years old, but she looks like she’s just 14. She’s the same age as me. ‘That man’ calls her Eliza, for short. We’re both wearing plastic gloves as I wash the plates, and Elizabeth dries it with a towel.

There was an awkward of silence as neither of us speaks.

Finally, I couldn’t endure the tension anymore and was the first one to strike up a conversation.

“Elizabeth, what is ‘that man’ like?” I asked.

Elizabeth stopped what she’s doing for a moment and looked at me.

“That man? You mean Master? Ah, he’s kind; he’s generous and very strong. And although Master is cold on the outside, in truth, Master is very soft. He helped Elizabeth before, so she knows.” (Eliza)

“Eh? Kind? Generous? Soft? Where?...” I uttered in disbelief, to which I received a strong glare from Elizabeth. “Ah, I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized.

“That’s okay. But yes, Master is kind, generous and soft on the inside. Isn’t that why you’re here now?” She said in remonstration.

“Ah.” Then, I realized she’s right. If he’s not kind, he wouldn’t have let me stay inside his house. If he’s not generous, he wouldn’t have given me food. If he’s not soft, he would’ve kicked me out after I slept.

“Do you realize Master’s kindness now?” Elizabeth asked me in a tone of reverie.

“Yes…. But, why do you call him ‘Master’?” Their relationship really confused me, that’s why I asked.

“Well, why not? Elizabeth is Master’s slave!” She smiled as she replied in a cheerful tone, and then she laughed in a silly manner. Answers and actions of hers both left me dumbfounded, mouth agape.

“What? Slave? H-how many years have you two been together?” I managed to squeeze out a question as I rubbed my aching temples.

“Years? Ufufufu. No, not years!” (Eliza)

‘Huh? Not years? Ah, they’ve been together for a decade, then? Since this girl is just 17, does that mean that ‘that man’ raised her? Ah, maybe that’s why she called him Master! Did he turn her into a slave? Maybe he plans to turn me into…. Nonono, I’m with him for just…’

“One day.” (Eliza)

“Yes, that’s right, just one da—Huh?” I blurted out a surprised voice. I looked at her. I thought she can read minds, but that’s not it. I tried to recall my question earlier … How long have you been with him?

“Elizabeth met Master the night before yesterday, so she has been with Master for only one day.” She narrated, at which I completely lost my cool.

“Just one day?! And you’re already calling him Master?! What?!” I barraged her with questions, my tone going up a few notches.

“Yes, that’s right. What’s with you? Getting worked up all of a sudden. Let me tell you this; Master won’t accept a disobedient slave. So, let’s go. We’ve got a lot of cleaning today too!” (Eliza)

She said as she finished wiping all the plates, and walked out of the kitchen. I just stared at her back for a long time, not knowing what to say. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, I blurted out a sentence which came from the bottom of my heart.

“I wanna go home…”

I imagined my life with them and felt shivers run down my spine. I quickly followed Elizabeth, wondering what will happen to me from now on.