Weird Way to Cultivate
Copyright© 2026 by Aphelious
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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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As Aeloria left and only the two remained in the room, Seraphina simply continued eating the fish, unfazed by the leave of her mother.
Meanwhile, Vladimir sat in silence quietly marveling at himself. He wasn’t hungry, nor did he feel tired, even though it was still early in the morning.
He wasn’t even sleepy. In fact, every small movement he made seemed to fill him with more energy.
“Should I try going to the forest later?” Vladimir thought, considering the idea as a way to test his newfound strength.
If the rewards he had received were truly that powerful, then testing them would be the key to fully understanding his new self. He then imagined a lot of things like possessing great strength, capable of chopping trees with a single strike of his axe.
As Seraphina finished eating the front half of the fish and only the back remained, she suddenly paused, remembering something.
“Wait, brother, aren’t you going to eat?,” she asked, craning her neck to peek at him over her shoulder.
Vladimir chuckled, amused by how childishly his sister ate despite her age. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them.
He’s head lowered, drawn to the warmth of her breath. With a peck towards her pink lips, he swallowed the fish meat as Seraphina closed her eyes relishing this feeling with a wide smile.
Opening her round eyes, she wondered why she felt so good from the contact just now.
“Don’t worry about me, you glutton,” Vladimir replied with a soft smile as he gently patted her head.
Being called a glutton didn’t upset her, in fact, it made her happy. To her, it meant she could enjoy all the food without sharing.
Still, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. What if her big brother was just pretending not to be hungry?
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking him directly in the eyes with a serious, scrutinizing gaze.
Vladimir felt a warm, gentle feeling rise in his chest as he extended both hands and began wobbling her cheeks with his fingers, playing with it affectionately.
“I’m very much sure, so don’t worry about me, okay? Girls need to have their fil, since we boys are naturally stronger,” he said with a calm, teasing tone.
Seraphina nodded in understanding, then twisted her waist to slip out of his grasp. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his stomach.
As she wiggled her face there, Vladimir chuckled softly from the ticklish sensation. She looked up at him with a cute smile.
“Then I’ll finish it all if you don’t want any.”
With that, she returned to her usual posture and eagerly finished the remaining side of the fish.
Once she was done, Vladimir motioned for her to stand up and handed him the plate so he could wash it.
He also gently instructed his little sister to sweep the leaves and dust outside to help in lessening their mother’s workload.
Seraphina just nodded and followed his instructions, while Vladimir began cleaning the rest of the house.
He started in his own room, gathering the bedsheets and pillows. After removing them, he took everything outside to dry under the sun.
Next, he went into his mother’s room. Everything appeared to be well-organized. Like the pillows were in place, and the sheets neatly spread.
However, he noticed a faint stain on the bedsheets, and the room carried a strange scent. The strangeness of the aroma is the same as when he cum.
As it reminded him of something private, but he quickly shook off the thought to stay focused ... If you want more of this, just gladly message me...
Returning to the task at hand, he swept the floor, opened the windows to let fresh air in, then took the pillows and bedsheets outside to dry along with his own.