The Mastery Manual Novels & Stories

However, someone who lacked innate talent would fail to grasp the first realm of mastery even after dedicating their entire life to it. "I wonder how gifted I am," Cassian remarked. He was itching to give it a go. According to the introductory passage, there were nine mastery realms in total to the Ninefold Divine Technique, and the first was the Tempering Realm.

Seeing me yield, the tension in Dante's shoulders instantly eased, his eyes alight with the thrill of getting his way. The first time we entered the Month of No Masters, I used family contacts to track his every move, almost torturing myself. I obsessively compared every woman he was with to myself. Did they hold hands? Did they hug? Did they sleep together? Every sordid rumor was a new wound. My sanity frayed. I would wake up on our cold bed in the middle of the night, shaking with despair. One night, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I called him. He answered immediately. He didn't complain about the interruption or accuse me of spying.

​"Grandmaster, this is Moza. She is the applicant who will cook and clean your room. This soup and pudding are her own creations. I have already tasted them. Would you be willing to try?" ​"Hmm," the old man replied briefly. ​Following a sharp glance from Thalia, Moza moved forward slowly. She carefully placed the tray on the table and opened the lid of the soup bowl. ​"Please, Grandmaster," Moza said softly. ​Master Markus stared at the soup for quite a while before finally taking a spoon and tasting a small amount. For a moment, the old man simply swallowed without saying anything. Then, as he took a second bite, the corner of his lip moved up into a thin smile.

“Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.” I swallowed eagerly, the taste of my brother’s seed becoming my comfort. “Thank you for feeding your family whore,” I murmured, eyes glazing. The mantras filled my days: while cooking, cleaning, or kneeling. “I have no personality except to serve Master’s cock.” Pleasure and obedience blurred everything else. Training escalated. In crowded malls, Master kept the remote toys on high. I walked beside him, smiling politely at strangers while my cunt and ass clenched around buzzing silicone. “Master, I’m going to cum,” I whimpered quietly in a packed elevator.

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

She'd acted as though she didn't even know our duo. “Yes, Teacher Haggz?” Nonchalantly, he stated, “You attained perfect comprehension of the technique manual you were given. It's called the Eccentric Heavens cultivation technique, and only a finger list have attained perfection in it. Remember whatever you've experienced today. Be it making a breakthrough, recuperating an injury, let this technique be your base. Understand?” I stared blankly for a moment, before hurriedly nodding. He then added, “And congratulations on your breakthrough to Meditation realm.”

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Rose blankly nodded at him. He smirked internally as he thought of one possible way of scaring her and he did. He grabbed her arms roughly jerking her body near him. Her arms touched his chest but her eyes didn’t show any fear or nervousness. She was blank. It was almost like she felt nothing. This angered as well as frustrated him. “Whenever I say something I want a verbal answer. Understood.” Rose blinked nodding her head. “I understand Master.” She mumbled and her voice. Damn that cold voice. He felt weird pleasure in his body hearing her voice even though her tone was cold as ice but the way she called him master he loved it.

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

Not after he's married. But then again, I should’ve known better than to hope. But I know he can't sex me when he have a wife now, right... I knocked on his door, waiting. No answer. I pushed it open slowly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. A whip dangled from his hand. My heart dropped. I fell to my knees immediately, pressing my forehead to the floor. “Master,” I said. “Stand and come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. I obeyed immediately.