Weird Way to Cultivate
Copyright© 2026 by Aphelious
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Vladimir walked along the road filled with bustling villagers, he passed by small stalls selling fresh vegetables and fish.
He did not waste time looking at them and instead continued toward his intended destination. Finally, he arrived at a two-story wooden house.
Vladimir then stepped onto the wooden deck and knocked on the entrance door.
“Wait for a bit,” a deep voice called from inside, which he heard clearly.
So, he waited for a few moments until a middle-aged man with a robust build came into view, his body packed with muscle. This man was Sullivan Gallagher.
He was his father’s best friend, a hunter and a lumberjack just like his father. However, due to an accident during a hunting trip, his father lost his life.
He was killed by a beast known as a Nightfang Wolf. Yes, you heard that right, a Nightfang Wolf.
These creatures are usually active only at night, so it was shocking that one had been spotted during their lumberjack work.
According to his companions, his father could have survived if he had just run. However, he chose to save an old woman who was with them, buying them time to escape and call for help.
But when they returned, he was already dead, his insides was ravaged. If he remembered correctly, his mother cried for days and nights.
Yet, whenever she saw him and his little sister, she always put on a happy face, hiding any trace of sadness.
His sister had been very young at the time, while he was at least old enough to grasp what had happened, even if only slightly.
The Nightfang Wolf was a large, sleek, and muscular creature resembling a wolf, but with several disturbing characteristics that made it even more dangerous.
Its fur was jet black, with faint, glowing red markings along its spine and legs. Its eyes were a bright, blood-red, piercing through the darkness.
Its fangs are unnaturally long, resembling daggers, and its claws are sharp and curved. The creature’s body is lithe, built for speed and stealth, with a long, bushy tail that sways ominously in the shadows.
This was a lesser beast, the lowest of the low. However, even so, an ordinary human without magic was no match for it.
“Oh, Vladimir, it’s actually you. I was about to visit your home to give your mother the money. You really saved me the effort,” Sullivan said with a smile.
“Don’t mention it, Uncle,” Vladimir replied with a grin.
“Wait a moment. I’ll go get the money,” Sullivan said as he left the door open and headed inside.
He walked over to the table, picking up a small pouch. Then, as he returned to the door, he carried something else in his other hand.
In his other hand was a basket. As he returned to the door, Vladimir stood there patiently.
“Here, young man, take this. There are 12 bronze coins inside that pouch. Just keep 2 bronze coins for yourself and buy whatever you want,” Sullivan said with a smile, handing him the pouch.
Hearing his uncle’s words, Vladimir was delighted he now had money to spend. This uncle of his was truly generous.
He knew that the payment for washing clothes was exactly 10 bronze coins per load, so having two extra coins to spend made him happy.
Now, he could buy some fruit, like pears or oranges.
“Thank you very much, Uncle,” he said gratefully, his face filled with smiles.
Sullivan just smiled at Vladimir’s expression, but remembering his best friend made him feel a pang of grief. As Vladimir was about to turn around and leave, Sullivan stopped him.
“Vladimir, wait. Take this basket, there are some fish inside that I caught while fishing in the river. It’s a gift from my wife to your mother. Just return the basket to me tomorrow,” he said, extending the woven basket, which had a closing lid.
Hearing the word “fish,” Vladimir became ecstatic. He eagerly took the handle of the wooden basket, opened the lid, and peered inside.
There were at least four medium-sized fish, perfect for making soup. His mouth turned watery from this he hadn’t tasted fish or any other meat in a long time.
Since his mother mostly cooked vegetables, they only ate meat and fish on special occasions, in simpler terms it wasn’t something they had every day.
He understood his family’s situation and the hardships they faced. Feeling grateful for his uncle’s generosity, he bowed his head.
Sullivan simply smiled and told him to move along. With that, Vladimir happily made his way home.
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