82 Good Sir, Would You Like A Massage? (1/2)
Jam stood there looking at Rina's unconscious body for a while. He was thinking about what he should do. Should he feed her the pills? But, she said she was fine and only needed rest. In any case, her vitals were normal and even showed signs of improvement. Since he wasn't sure what was the right call, he would just let her rest in another room. If by the time they were suppose to go to the Core Nexus she still hadn't awakened, he might feed her his pills as a last resort.
Jam moved to pick her up and carry her to another room, but he noticed something unusual. Internally, he exclaimed 'oh dear...' as he noticed that Rina's lower robes and cultivation cushion were soaked. He felt guilty, thinking that she had wet herself and her cushion because he had messed with her body, so he made up his mind to compensate her with whatever she requested of him after she woke up.
Right now, Jam used his Dao Infusion level Dao of Water to extract these ”fluids” and get her cleaned up. Then, he carried her and put her in his bed. Jam might have thousands of herbs and ores laying around the dead space of his storage dimension, but beds? He didn't exactly need many beds as he was fine with just his cultivation cushion.
After covering Rina with the bedsheets, he left back to his work room and continued working on creating talismans.
Jam returned to the hell that was creating Tier 5 talismans. He took out a couple hundred stacks of Tier 5 talisman papers — the ones he bought before embarking on his trip to this pocket dimension — as well as all sorts of ingredients that would be refined into ink. For the less demanding, neutral, talismans Jam used regular Saint Realm demonic beast blood; he wouldn't start with the more complex talismans right off the bat.
A day passed, with Jam overdrafting his soul three more times. Though the progress was obvious, Jam would be hard pressed to complete even a single Tier 5 creation without the effects of True Soul.
In actuality, Jam's soul was starting to reach Saint Grandmaster levels of strength, but, without being a true saint the soul could only do so much by itself. Who knows what sort of monster Jam would become after truly crossing over that threshold.
Another half a day passed, before another one of Jam's peers came for their upgrade. Alex came alone with his very large set of weapons. It would be a bit more annoying upgrading dense weapons like a lance and shield, but Jam didn't mind. He invited Alex in and proceed to work after some small talk.
Alex didn't expected getting invited to watch as Jam worked, but he wouldn't let this kind of treat escape after it had been presented. Much like Rina, he became silent like ghost as he watched Jam work. Alex is a pure Earth Dao practitioner, so Jam managed to make the most intricate runes he had created up to this date while inscribing Alex's armor and weapons.
After the equipment was completed and entered its cooling phase, Jam asked Alex if he could work on that massage technique again. Alex gave him an odd look but complied anyways. He knew Jam wasn't gay, but the proposal he was offered made him question that assessment. It was just a massage, but given Jam's lack of eloquence, it sounded like a dual cultivation technique.
It was only after he asked for the details of the technique that Alex understood it was just a massage and acquiesced. He sat down just like Rina and felt comfortable from the normal massage Jam did to get used to the structure of his back. He didn't feel threatened or humiliated like Rina since they were both guys.
That all changed, when Jam started using his Blood Dao… Again, after just touching Alex, waves of pleasure hit Alex like a semi truck. Thankfully, Alex was ”defense-oriented.” Instead of turning into a statue, he jumped up with the creeps and looked at Jam as if he had encountered death itself.
”You… what are you doing!” Alex felt really good; too good… If just a moment of contact made him feel this way, Alex didn't even dare image seconds or even minutes of exposure…