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What had been the first time Jun had ever killed anybody?

It was honestly hard to remember.

He spent most of his second life trying to not live up to the expectations that his family had because, to someone who had lived a modern life as he had, they were thoroughly disgusting in how amoral they were. Finding out that his Noble family weren't bad by the standards of the world made did not help either. Though he supposed he should have been happy that any standard existed to begin with.

It was mostly Confucianist fare, of course, in that morality was thought to come from social relationships. He was expected to do his duties to his family and then those his family kotowed to in turn all the way until they got to the Emperor.

Theoretically.

But in a world of Taoist superhuman beings, even that broke down at some point because, well, if you were going to upheave the Heavens, why should a mortal authority or any social fabric stop you? If the Emperor did not possess the strength to make you do something, and you worked your whole life to gain the sort of power where he wouldn't, it was a matter of when, not if, you'd cast off his authority. There was, therefore, no legitimacy or moral impetus behind the most basic precepts of “social harmony" besides the ones most Cultivators wanted to still enjoy.

So authority wasn't enough for anyone to be someone. At the end of the day, the Emperor might avenge himself of someone that hurt one of his vassals, if he noticed. But that didn't make said vassals any less dead and the vacuum they left any less empty. The Emperor might spend every single day trying to stop his underlings from cannibalizing each other and that would not stop people from coveting what others had, nor of them trying to get it.

The powerful set the tune of the land, and while the Emperor was the ultimate mortal authority, he wasn't the most powerful. The Sects, collectively, were. The Cultivators, individually, were.

So it was that any Noble family needed to be able to defend its claim.

The family Spear arts weren't anything fancy, truth be told. And if it were, well, they'd be a Sect and not a Noble family, yes? As much as Jun wanted to have nothing to do with the expectations of the family, every single member of it was trained in the use of the most basic weapons to some manner of capability, and Jun became acquainted with the Yan spear techniques.

But the first time he got into a death or life fight, the first time he had felt the desperate need to aim for the jugular? He'd been a skinny run-down old man who didn't even have a stick in hand. And that, when he'd been a rotund fat ass for most of his life. Because, despite his training, there was nothing that had allowed him to do anything with the body he'd had.

To beggars no less.

He sort of recalled having won one of those fights at some point, for scraps at that, and he must have because he didn't immediately die after his family fell. How easy it was to go from sacrificing his life “for the sake of what was right" to not being willing to do so once survival came into the picture.

Because when the chips were down, he had not been able to sacrifice himself for his supposed ideals. It wasn't a pleasant discovery, but he indeed found a lot about himself at that time. When he was so hungry that he could literally eat dirt, when his rib cage was so sunken that people could play them like a xylophone, when rotten fruit looked like fillet mignon and he had no idea when would be the last bite you'd ever have, it wasn't self-pity or righteous satisfaction that was in his mind.

It was regret and longing for the life of meaningless excess that he had lost. Something he had once stupidly considered to be the “real" sacrifice for not joining this world in its own excesses.

And now that he had it back, he could make sure he never lost it.

Although…did Captain Ren do anything important that he could remember?

Meh.

“Um," Xia Ni swallowed as their carriage made its way through the dirt road that led to Jun's private “home". It was a mansion, because the Yan family would rather die than lose face by allowing even the most useless son of the family to live in anything else, but it was in so forsakenly far from any true population center that it might as well have been exile.

This had been a summer home to one of the ancestors of his current reincarnation, once, but it had gone unused longer than his grandfather had been alive. With merely 12 guards and 3 or 5 servants most of the time, it wasn't the sort of place that any other member of his family would have enjoyed. But not because they couldn't have gotten whatever vices they wanted there. No matter how far off it was, money and influence had a way to make food, women and entertainment available.

“Yes, Xia-er?" Jun mumbled as his grip tightened and he moved the body in his arms faster.

It had been a few days since he bought his investments, the woman with the sort of body that could make you stronger if you had sex with her, and the woman who already had a son who would climb the tricky path of a warrior to stand at the mortal zenith of that particular career.

Ever since he killed the captain of his bodyguards, they had been less willing to subtly snub him to his face. Not that he particularly cared if they did, so long as their snubbing stayed subtle, but this display of respect had lasted a little too long.

The last thing he needed, the very last thing he needed, was for his family to think that he was competent. That he was worth “salvaging" and, as such, involved in ALL the family drama that was going on right now.

His father's successor had yet to become apparent, with his many brothers and sisters vying for influence and power internally and externally. Jun himself had never been a contender, but he could be useful all the same through simple dint of his birth.

He had to take steps to keep the future that he had lived from coming true, but he, augh, he wanted peace.

“Do you…want me to take her place?" Xia Ni tried to sound demure even as eagerness bled through her voice.

She had been taking a nap until just a moment ago but was already pinning to take Fu Si's place. Which, when Jun looked at his bought Milf, made him raise his eyebrows.

His cock was currently pushing deep inside of her pussy even as he grabbed the older woman by the ass and continuously slammed her down into his dick. She had tried to bounce on her own at the beginning and always did for a little bit whenever it was her turn to sate him.

But now?

Fu's head was hanging off her shoulder, her mouth open and drooling.

She was inert in Jun's hands as he kept slamming her down on his cock, her nipple and left breast in his mouth.

Jun had found that his delicious milf was still lactating, making him wonder when was the last time she gave birth. Wherever it might have been, it provided him with an opportunity to do something he had never done in his last life of righteous depravity and allowed him to drain Fu Si of her milk.

By this point, however, every time he sucked on her nipple he barely got enough creamy human milk to wet his tongue. And he had already drained all of the milk from her right tit. So maybe Xia had a point.

“I guess," Jun shrugged as he, at long last, pulled Fu's matronly body off his cock, and sighed as a river of semen came down from her puss. He had, what, came inside of her 3 or 4 times? Was that too much?

The period of his life as a beggar made being capable of so much as getting his dick up a miracle, and a lifetime of indulging alcohol and food in excess meant that he had a hard time enjoying women just before that anyway. This young body of his felt so full of energy that he felt he could do just about anything.

Like fuck two beauties for days on end. Which he did. All the same, he didn't recall having to clean any of his rooms or carriages as much as he did on the trip back to his home to get rid of all the aroma of sex that permeated it or the semen stains that were starting to gather.

“There, that should be fine," Xia helped lay Fu on one of the benches of Jun's carriage, putting her head above a pillow and covering her body with a blanket. Given that she did that, it still surprised Jun that she wanted to take her place.

After all, there were bite marks all over Fu's tits and clavicle, one that was even planted on her neck and one that set on her stomach. There were purple spots under the milf's eyes, and red marks all over her ass and her pussy. Without mentioning that she had most assuredly fainted at some point during her coitus with Jun. He'd been fucking since…huh.

Since late last night.

“What time is it?" Jun asked. He didn't remember many things, but he knew for a fact that he needed to sleep as much as normal people did.

“It is currently the ffifth candle of the day, loving master," Xia eagerly lifted her skirt to show her bare puss as she climbed on the bench Jun was sitting on. That pretty much translated to “10 am" in keeping with the weird mix of Chinese timekeeping that was popular in this world.

There were 12 candles to a day, divided in roughly the same way that a more traditional 24 hour clock measured time in his first life. A bit weird to get used to, but Jun had technically lived with it longer than he ever had in his old life.

Regardless, it meant that he had been fucking his newly acquired milf for about 6 hours.

….he wasn't so starved for pussy that he was capable of that for days on end. His death in his last life had not been THAT traumatizing!

And, indeed, he was feeling a little bit weary. The only breaks he had taken in the last 5 days was when they had to feed and water their animals, eat food and wash their clothing. Maybe it was a facet of his regression? Maybe he was so used to an old useless body that he wasn't being careful with the one he had when he was younger?

But no sooner did Xia Ni grab into his shoulders and slowly stab his dick into her young pussy that Jun noticed it:

His weariness was leaving him.

“Oh, yes, you are so BIG lord!" Xia moaned into his ear as he instinctually grabbed her and FORCED her body all the way down to the base of his cock. She had been a virgin the first night with him, which was a little bit surprising given how goddamned horny she was.

While Jun was, in retrospect, literally wearing his milf out, his young-hmm, concubine? He'd call her his concubine- concubine was almost keeping up with him. She wasn't lactating, so Jun didn't immediately go for her tits.

But he did still want to test the hunch that he had, so he kissed down her neck as she moaned and circled her legs around his waist.

His cock was a respectable 6 inches long, but Xia lifted her hips as if it were a foot longer and smashed herself down on it. So eager to place, so eager to be placed, yet so strangely impatient when it came to sex.

“Keep going," Jun told her and she sped up, making the insides of her pussy rub his glans up and down as she hunted directly for her orgasm. As much as she enjoyed letting Jun take the lead, he had found out that, if left to her own devices, she would essentially speed-run everything to get down to their orgasms.

Loud “whaps" resounded in the cabin with regularity that sped enough to make Jun seem like a flesh drum, and Xia the drummer. Her juices coated his cock and, quickly enough, started splashing into his tunic and the cushioned seats of his carriage. He had thoroughly fucked her again and again during the past days, but-

“It's sooo unfair that it's this good!" Xia moaned as she quickly brought herself to the edge of her orgasm and tipped Jun over his own. Given that he had nearly been there himself again when they let Fu rest, it didn't mean much, but all the same…

-Xia might just be a nymphomaniac.

“Yesss!" she moaned as she shuttered over Jun's dick, even as he exploded inside of her. Semen flooded her depths, making Jun hold on to her as he filled and filled her again.

At some point, she stopped shaking and went limp in Jun's arms. Right about the same time as his first orgasm of the day with her subsided.

“W-want to go again?" she asked him not two minutes after the orgasm receded, her eyes hot and her cheeks flustered.

And Jun? Jun felt like he could go again. Point in fact, well, he didn't feel well rested, but he did feel like the weariness that he felt when he was done with Fu just wasn't there anymore. Or, hmm, pushed back at least?

This was…this was an Extreme Body of Yin, huh?

“Young Master?" one of his bodyguards chose that moment to nervously knock on his door, “We are arriving."

Xia clicked her tongue before she begrudgingly got off Jun, but not before he grabbed her by the chin and made her look at him.

“We'll continue later," he promised her, before letting her go.

“...the young master is so handsome~" she put her hands on her cheeks and happily twisted back and forth.

…ok?

“Let Fu sleep for a little bit longer," he told her as he set his tunic in order and, actually, no.

First, he changed into a new tunic, and started the daily task of arranging his hair in the shape proper of a Young Master and yadada.

It took 15 minutes in all to get presentable usually, but Xia knocked it down to 8. New clothes on, hair oiled up and braided, Jun finally opened the door to his carriage.

And was met with a stranger.

“Young Master!" a man wearing the garb of a warrior of the Yan family, “This Luo Tang greets the Young Master. This Lou Tang wishes prosperity upon the Young Master. This Lou Tang prostrates before the Young Master!"

“And this Lou Tang introduces himself to the Young Master!"

He was, indeed, kneeling on the ground outside of his carriage. He had black long hair, had a two handed sword hanging off his back, and appeared to be of a height with Jun. All in all, he could not recall ever meeting him in his past life.

And that worried him.

“This Young Master accepts your greeting," Jun looked at him speculatively, “And now demands the reason for your presence."

Satisfied that this most traditional ass-kissing had been accepted, Lou Tang got up and, for extra measure, pushed his fist against his palm in front of his chest, a martial courtesy, “The tragic passing of the Guard Captain Ren has reached the ears of the rest of the Yan family and, not wanting the Young Lord of the Yan family to be undefended, I've been sent to replace him."

Jun raised his eyebrow at that. He got sent the dregs of the dregs. The guards that had fucked up so hard that they had to be punished but not so hard that they were executed. To say that his family cared at all what happened to any of his guards might have even been an overstatement. So did he conveniently get rid of Ren just as Lou was fucking up, or was Ren's execution enough to backtrack a lifetime of underachieving?

He knew the former was probable, but he was afraid the latter might be figuring into it. God, not a few weeks into his second life again, and he was already fucking up his fuck ups.

…how did anyone else hear of this anyway?

Carriages were not exactly the fastest way of traveling, but he didn't expect any one of his guards to have the time to send messages ahead of him. Evidently, he had been wrong.

“The Young Master appointed me head of his Guard after Captain Ren's passing," one of his guards, whose name he could not remember, stepped up and respectfully bowed to Jun. All the while he was glaring at their new arrival, “I would never question the wisdom of the orders of the Family, but surely they'd be glad to hear that they need not bother."

Hah, he was the one the rest of his guards settled on leading them, then.

“I would never question the wisdom of the Young Master, either," Lou looked at Jun's erstwhile bodyguard captain as if he were fly stepping on his dinner, “But I must, all the same, present the Young Master with my assignment."

Then he produced a scroll.

Jun hummed as he took it and opened it. Yep, everything was in order, including the usual self-important drivel that came before and after the real meat of any missive a Noble wrote. But the scroll wasn't important, not really.

The 3 relieved men that he spotted as he casually glanced around, and the 8 upset ones were.

Hmm, he still hadn't made the audit he promised he would, had he? It appeared as though he should have. Or at least not waited this long.

What bother.

“Well, Guard Captain Lou Tang," Jun passed the scroll back, “It has been a long and tiring trip, so this Young Master wishes to relax."

“Take care of things."

“At once, my lord!" his new Guard Captiain gave him a martial salute as his temporary guard captain looked as though he swallowed a lemon, “I will begin at once!"

Truth was, Jun did not really control much of what he owned. This mansion was his, but it was assigned to him. His bodyguards and servants were his, but they were also sent to him. The money that the Yan family made, and given how vast their lands were was a lot, all went to the Head of the family and then assigned to everyone else as their position, and good standing, merited.

Oh, there was always a way to make money on your own. Bribery was a decent source of it, truth be told. But one needed to be in a position of authority to collect, and thus such positions were hotly contested.

Everything Jun did, anything notable that happened to him, were all things that those assigned to “his" household would all tell his brothers, sisters, nieces, cousins, aunts, stepmothers and whomever else was responsible for their assignment to begin with, in the hopes that they could be sent anywhere else. And given he was the most useless of the children of the patriarch, even at this point? He only ever got what no one else wanted.

It was never up to Jun to decide who got to be what in his household. Not permanently at least.

“Oh, be careful with Fu-er," he told the servants that came out of the gate of his mansion and went straight for his carriage, “She is a little bit indisposed."

His guards were too embroiled in their own drama to do more then just stand around as Xia was helped off the carriage.

But they all stared as Fu was carried out.

…yeah, he was going to have to give her a break.

What had been Jun's home for almost half of his life in his second life, was an estate placed in, as far as the Yan family was concerned, the middle of nowhere. The place he missed the most when he lost it all…was a mere small mansion.

For all that a mansion could be a “mere" anything.

It sat nestled among a copse of trees that hugged the bank of a lake. A lake that strolled down a hill that, in the distance, quickly climbed into a mountain.

Jun's servants were assigned to him and always had been, but if his faulty memory was right, at least one of them came from the locals. And these were people who did maintenance to the place and came from local communities. They, point in fact, paid their taxes to the Yan family that way.

It was why the place hadn't been falling apart despite generations of disuse.

A small wall circled his home in the fashion of ancient Chinese compounds. Which sounded fancy if you weren't familiar with the style, but the only real thing they were supposed to keep out was passersby and the main thing they were designed to protect was privacy; it could quite literally be jumped over if one was so inclined. It was a rather superfluous feature given that the mansion itself was a series of buildings connected to each other with walled and roofed passageways that did its job anyway.

But he supposed he'd be a liar if he ever said that it didn't look really nice.

Walking through the courtyard of his mansion, simultaneously the most private and open part of any compound, Jun started feeling the same thing he felt when first opened his eyes after having been an old beggar.

Vertigo.

Memories of a life unwisely led went through his mind and sapped the relief that he felt at not being on the road. As comfortable as it was, as nice as it is, this was doomed to fall someday. Some day when he was still alive.

He wanted to keep enjoying this, but he knew he was undeniably not at peace to do so. Not yet, anyway.

“Young Master?" Xia asked, flanked by the servants that were carefully helping Fu walk into the courtyard. She was awake again, and Jun felt a pang of guilt because he wasn't going to let her rest here after all.

He couldn't when he hadn't yet done enough things to change things.

“Help Fu get cleaned up," he ordered her, “And do the same thing for yourself."

“Supply my women with whatever fits them," Jun ordered his servants, “And then load up the carriage again."

Jun still had liquid assets in the form of silver taels hidden away in his room, his yearly stipend. He didn't take all his money with him when he went traveling, because he worried that might have proved a temptation too far.

Though, given that ended up happening anyway, he was just going to take everything this time around.

It was nice to walk around his home once again, but Jun only allowed himself enough time to eat a meal before he was heading off again. And that only because it gave his women enough time to wash.

“Um, Young Master?" one of his guards asked once he came out of his mansion and started heading towards his carriage, his servants burdening it with provisions and junk once again, “I, um, think the servants misheard you."

“What makes you say that?" Jun asked as Fu, much visibly better if still dead tired, trailed behind him with Xia. They had two other servants helping them with things.

“They are saying we are going back to the Peerless Pearl City." the guard made to spit, but caught himself at the last second, “Given we were just there, well, they obviously have to be wrong."

“What are you talking about?" Jun asked as if he expected better of them, acting as though he didn't realize the others had put the guard up to this.

“We obviously just came back to get something real quick."

While Lou Tang frowned as all the men groaned in frustration, Jun kept the sinful pang of satisfaction in his chest from showing in his face.

This was also a nice way to lower everyone's assessment of him.