God Of Crafting

'In the end, I was still but a frog in the well, huh?'

The majority of my worries at the moment were centered around the amount of energy that I had yet to consume and the increasing rate at which it was rushing back.

It was a problem that didn't end, that didn't stop, not even when I sensed that the very existence that my eradication of brought upon the current problem… ceased to exist.

Whatever this spirit, AI, or whatever else it was, at some point, the tendrils of my pure Qi ended up dissolving the last of it, the last few blocks of infected Qi that the intelligence behind them somehow shot through the space, nearly succeeding at bringing forth some sort of an attack upon me.

In the end, however, even this last of this invisible monster ended up just sizzling away when faced with the overwhelming vortex of the energies all trying to merge into my now-established core.

But my end of the bargain continued, as more and more spiritual energy poured into my veins, quickly increasing the numbers of the core-collapsing effect across the nodes within my now expanded core.

Directly after the breakthrough, I only had one spark moving all over my body as the energies converged, reached the point of collapsing upon themselves only to be then radiated away to other nodes… Only for them to then gather again and repeat the process from the very beginning.

Now, however, with the influx of energy seemingly never going to stop, more and more sparks continued to appear all over my established core, quickly growing so numerous I could hardly keep track of them all.

Not even my enhanced processing power of using spiritual energy on my brain was enough for me to keep up with such a rapidly evolving and changing tapestry of hot spots within my core weaved by the ever-more-complex ways in which flashing of various sparks built on the energy from all the others.

With just one spark, I only had to track the flow of the energies after the discharge to figure out when the spark would re-emerge within my core. But with two, the way in which the energies moved across the body changed drastically, turning any sort of prediction into truly a herculean task.

By the time the third hotspot sparked up in my core, it was no longer mathematically possible to predict the way they would create the flows of energy within my core anymore. And with every new spark only adding a whole new layer of complexity to the already impossibly complex formula already in place…

'I guess cultivation is all about doubling down on the theorems you used before,' I suddenly thought as I noticed the connection.

In the fifth stage, rather than trying to learn how to control my energies myself, I've used math, statistics, and the limits of the functions to overcome the hardship. In a sense, instead of just jumping over a puddle of water, I invented a steamship to do it in my stead. And now, I could only push further with the methods that evolved from what I already did before.

BY drawing a parallel and imagining the seventh stage to be a narrow stream that others would take their time and train to be able to jump over… I've learned from my experiences of building the steamship and crafted a steam-powered jetpack instead!

That's why, rather than fearing the randomness that soon became the one and only quality that could be used to describe my inner state, as the number of the sparks continued to grow higher and higher while the pressure of so many highly energetic spots within my core started to refine the existing sparks all on its own… I didn't panic. Instead, I actually rejoiced in the process.

It was all because the more and more I tapped into the potential of my now higher cultivation rank, the better I understood my new limits. And with it, I soon came to redefine the mass of energy hurdling itself over the entire forbidden zone straight at myself and Claire from a disaster-in-the-making into just another opportunity I was damn sure to make the most out of!

Then again, as more of this energy continued to flood my core and contribute to the multiplication of my sparks and as my energy mixed with Claire's pretty much leading to the perfect synchronization of our cores' growth… I've finally realized that the amount of energy I've feared to take us all the way to the point of breakthrough we were not ready for…

It actually was merely enough to fill our new cultivation base. There would be no talk of our limits stretching, adapting to the ever-increasing force, and innately seeking ways to evolve so that it could hold even more of it or do so more efficiently.

-official

"Haaaaa…."

Now that I could, more or less, comfortably absorb all of this free energy, I breathed out a sigh of relief before relaxing my body a bit.

"We… We actually did it…" Claire muttered on my lap, her face hidden in the corner of my neck and shoulder. Her arms wrapped tightly around my chest and locked behind my back.

She was only partially right. We still had quite a world of energy to go through… It's just that, now that we realized our newfound limits and better understood them, this amount of energy wasn't something we would be scared of! Especially not when we could share both the benefits of it, but also the burden that came with absorbing all of it!

"Let's keep it up until we are done, though," I somehow regained enough control over my own body to warn her, knowing better than anyone…

Or actually, I only had a slight premonition over the potential effects of taking things easy now, something that Claire was likely much better versed than I could even hope to be.

"I know… I know…" Claire muttered before shifting her weight on my lap a little as if adjusting her position so as not to put too much pressure on my, as I've just noticed, perfectly grown-up erection. "But you know…" she continued to whisper, this time while also shifting her mouth towards my ear while reaching out for the other side of my head with her hand.

"Even if we can dual cultivate with just our spiritualities alone, it is only to be expected for our bodies to ready themselves up for a full reunion of flesh?"

For some reason, Claire's wording suddenly turned quite poetic.

And for some other reason, as soon as she finished what she wanted to say, she quickly put those sweet, sweet lips of hers into action, first pulling her tongue out and then dragging it up the whole of my ear, only to then collapse her lips over the upper part of my earlobe only to then pull on it while sucking on it as she would on some candy.

'Wo…uuuuuughhhhhh…'

This sensation was so unexpected, so new, I didn't really know how I was supposed to react to it.

A shiver moved up my spine, filling my skin with the crawling sensation of awkwardness, surprise, and pleasure all mixing into a pot of excitement.

The closest I've ever come to this kind of experience was way off in my early teen years when I first discovered ASMR through a series of rather… intense examples of it.

A feeling I chased after for the next few years, listening to the progressively more direct and less sneaky videos, only to end up at the bottom of the depravity hole by listening to stuff that could only be ever posted on porn sites when normal, relaxing ASMR just didn't give me this kick anymore.

Yet, against actually having a girl clamp down her lips on my ear after licking it and then enthusiastically suck on it all the while snuggling up on my lap and to my chest?

How could any fictional recreation of an experience ever compare to it?!

"Claire, stop…" I begged weakly, too unprepared for this angle of attack to be able to raise any mental barriers of resistance against it.

If she wanted to fuck, I could somehow resist for it was something we already did, something I overcame the initial shame of, even if it was many years too early to claim I got used to it. Even if she suddenly decided to suck me off or, by going for an even bigger extreme, if Claire were to suggest getting me off in an even more original, never tried-before way…

It simply couldn't compare to this moment of genuine playfulness that was so deeply intimate despite only abusing an extreme little of actual skin contact.

"I understand…" I somehow managed to whimper through the waves of strange yet exciting feelings as Claire's lips and tongue only grew more and more active over my ear. "There's just one thing I believe you are forgetting about," I added, desperately holding back on the reins of my own desires.

"Fuuu…." Claire blew air into my ear as if to dry the parts she left all salivated. "And what this might be?" she then asked in a deep, seductive voice while her hips started to slowly move to and fro, making her crotch rub against my erection.

"I mean, it can be just me misunderstanding stuff…" I muttered, suddenly finding my courage to be lacking when I was faced with bringing up a certain issue while straightening it right in the face. "But you do realize that your father stands just four steps away or so?"