Weird Way to Cultivate
Copyright© 2026 by Aphelious
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - In this world, cultivators and mages fought for thousands of years to prove who was stronger. Cultivators could live very long and kept getting more powerful over time, while mages died much sooner even with special potions. Because of this, cultivators slowly became much stronger and mages lost their old power. Then a poor young boy from a small village got a special system that lets him become stronger by doing perverted things, and it all started when he accidentally saw his mother fingering
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[Congratulations! You have been awarded the Supreme Physique: ‘Mana Sovereign Physique.’]
Suddenly, a blinding pillar of azure light erupted around him, and the sheer density of mana caused the air to tremble.
Seraphina, who had already touched the head of his rod, was suddenly shaken by the trembling air.
She hurriedly got off the bed and saw her brother begin to float in the air.
“Brother, what is happening?”
“Big Bro!!” she shouted desperately, watching him rise unnaturally.
Vladimir felt the world blur as his consciousness flickered in and out while his entire body was forcibly reconstructed.
That is when the pain came!
The veins in his head began to bulge as he gritted his teeth, while his arms and legs convulsed uncontrollably, as if he were being electrocuted.
Seeing her brother in pain, Seraphina collapsed to the floor, trembling. Her face was soaked with tears, and she began to choke in tears.
“Brother! Brother! Mom!!!” she shouted desperately as hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs.
With a loud bang, the door was forcefully opened, and a woman rushed in. It was none other than Aeloria, her face filled with anxiety.
Seeing her daughter crying on the floor, she hurriedly pulled her into her embrace before glancing towards the bed.
Aeloria saw her son floating in the air without any clothes. Vladimir was supposed to be wearing an upper garment, but it had disintegrated due to the destructive power of mana.
She stood up and rushed toward Vladimir, but as she reached the bed, she was abruptly stopped. There seemed to be an invisible barrier surrounding him.
“NO!!!” Aeloria shouted desperately.
She struck the barrier with her fists like a hammer, but it was useless.
Panic spread across her face as she saw her son writhing in pain.
Driven by motherly instinct, she grabbed a small wooden chair and smashed it against the barrier, but it had no effect. The shards of the wooden chair were everywhere.
As the force of her attack triggered a rebounding shockwave from the invisible barrier, sending Aeloria flying backward.
However, the impact was not too powerful, merely causing her to stagger and collapse onto the floor.
“Mother ... sob ... are you okay?” Seraphina cried as she hurried toward her mother, who was lying on the floor.
Vladimir, who was levitating about a foot above the bed, initially felt a dull burning sensation, like fire coursing through his veins.
Within seconds, however, it transformed into something far more violent a storm of raw power tearing through him from the inside out.
His meridians stretched, expanded, and then shattered, only to reform even stronger. Every cell in his body trembled as the mana forcefully surged into him.
His very flesh was forced to accept this power, as if his own existence refused to contain such immense energy.
Seraphina, who was hugging her mother’s left arm, trembled as Aeloria shook her head, trying to recover from her dizziness. Looking up, she saw Vladimir’s face, pale as paper.
He was gritting his teeth, and pained grunts escaped his lips.
Aeloria panicked even more, her heart feeling as if it had been pierced by a thousand knives at the sight of her son, who looked as though he was on the verge of death.
“My son! Vladimir! Please fight ... please don’t leave us!” Aeloria cried, pressing against the barrier.
Her expression was filled with despair, and tears flowed like a river down her cheeks. She kept pounding on the barrier, even as her hands began to hurt and grow numb.
Seraphina hugged her mother from behind, trying to stop her from injuring herself.
“Mother, please stop! You are hurting yourself,” she sobbed, gently pushing her back.
Aeloria turned her head and saw her daughter suffering as well. Without hesitation, she lifted Seraphina into her arms and stepped away from the barrier.
Seraphina, now in her mother’s embrace, buried her face in Aeloria bosom as she wept uncontrollably. Aeloria gently caressed her hair, trying to soothe her.