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The fields that Jun’s men and servants had been tilling at his behest weren’t particularly wide plains or even that plain to begin with. Past the barracks of his men, past the stables even, were stretches of land that used to have ample weeds and long grasses growing in it. Young trees had even started to grow here and there, but it was ground that was, technically, plain enough to grow things in.

Aside from the gardens and the carefully placed trees around his mansion, there weren’t any forests right next to his home. That was by design, or so he was informed; as one of his ancestors had once planned on expanding this mansion into a more…significant complex. Obviously, that never panned out, but what grew again on the parts he cleared away had persisted for various generations.

That is until Jun had a chunk of it cleared away for his future money crop.

The earth his piggy-in-human-form was digging through with her hands, was rich black soil. The tilling had done away with the roots that were holding it together, so she was freely able to move it around. Not that it would have helped if it hadn’t, as Jun had seen her throw men into the air and could not imagine her having more problems with dirt than she did with that.

She was barefooted, her feet staining black with the earth. Soil slipped through her little toes and made Jun mentally remember to get her some sandals of her size sometime soon. She was still wearing his tunic, one modified for her size, but she was careful enough not to stain it. But she did it by dragging it real close to her thighs so that she could kneel on the soft earth with her bare knees.

All the while she sniffed around the ground and, occasionally, stuck her fingers into the earth.

When she did so, she usually pulled out a seed with green shoots starting to grow out of it.

“Oh heavens, it’s just as good as I remembered!” she twisted in ways that did things to Jun when she popped it into her mouth and started chewing on it. She’d been at it for around 15 minutes at this point, and the sensuous ways she moved had been the main reason he’d hadn’t said anything until now.

But this was 15th seed that she had dug out.

“How long are you planning on digging them out?” Jun asked.

“Oh, until this Sow can’t stomach them anymore?” she cheekily replied as she sniffed at the ground and went to the next stop.

“So, all of it then?” Jun quirked an eyebrow before he sighed, “Lynguin-er, this Young Master is going to need you to stop.”

He wasn’t sure, exactly, how long he had until the plants went completely extinct, but in a few years, three or four at most, their utility would be discovered. At that point, their price would soar to the point that even with his father putting all the Yan resources behind him he would not be able to break even getting them.

So he had to husband and take care of them NOW for as long as he could.

“What?” Lynguin froze mid-throwing a seed into her mouth, “Why?”

Jun gave her a blank stare.

“Oh, right,” she gave the seed in her hand a forlorn look, “These belong to you.”

“Indeed,” Jun replied

“Well, surely you don’t mind sharing some of them?” she looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, “Surely the Young Master’s woman deserves a little bit of consideration and, dare this sow say it, favor?”

“I waited until you unearthed more than a dozen to speak up,” Jun noted.

“That’s it?” she gasped, “This Lynguin is your one and only sow, so surely it would be in everyone’s best interest to let her get stronger for it!”

“You threw four men into the air, “Jun deadpanned, “This Young Master is sure you’ll be fine.”

“...but this isn’t even enough to get strong out of it,” she pouted petulantly, “There just isn’t enough Chi in this.”

That gave Jun pause, “Is that why you like them so much?”

“Well, yes,” she blinked at him, “Have you had them before? They are far too bitter to be anything but an acquired taste. A gourmand delight the Yellow Grass certainly isn’t. No, the reason to eat it is because you can squeeze the Chi out of them.”

“Surely, that’s also how you got this strong?” she frowned at Jun.

Technically, he was as strong as he was because he had been fucking a nympho with a Body of Extreme Yin for a while now. Duel-Cultivating, if he didn’t want to be vulgar about it.

But there was no need to let anyone know that’s what Xia was. He doubted Lynguin would tell anyone, but a secret was most secured when Jun knew it and no one else. And a woman with a Body of Extreme Yin was the sort of thing that would put a target on his back. So, instead of telling his Spirit Boar about the hidden very sex-crazed Chi resource he had, he took a breath.

A deep one.

One that attempted to fill every niche of his body.

With movements came a natural circulation of the body. An organic spread of blood and energy through it, both chemical and, as he had found, spiritual. He, therefore, found breathing easiest when he was doing martial actions because movement naturally circulated Chi.

He still didn’t know how to make Chi circulate through his body when he was still, but that wasn’t the same as not knowing how to make Chi flow through it.

For a moment, his body became a vacuum that not only drew in air, but also that mystical energy.

Without action to spend it, without purpose to burn it, Jun simply exhaled. The air left his lungs, laden with Chi in it. He had closed his eyes to get this as right as he could so, when he opened them, it was to see Lynguin gaping at him.

“You can harness the air,” she said with shock, “You can Breathe!”

“Whose Foundational pillar is that?” she eagerly asked.

“Who said this belonged to anyone but me?” Jun boasted with a small smile. Like so precious little, it was one of the few true achievements that he had made by himself to himself. It also was one that he would rather not get around. Which made the opportunity to boast of it to someone who could appreciate it, someone he could safely boast to, welcome.

“W-well,” she cleared her throat after ogling him for a bit, “This sow can only harness Chi through the Consumption of Chi-rich food.”

“Consuming the Yellow Grass was how I awakened, after all,” she shyly admitted.

Jun blinked at that.

“But I am so much better at harnessing the Chi from it now, that I could really show you if I had some more!”

Jun was about to suggest teaching her the way he breathed, what he thought of as “True Breathing” even if he hated how arbitrary the whole thing was, but clicked his mouth shut before he even began.

How would he even go about it?

Perhaps he could get her to drown a little first?

“Why don’t you go to a Sect then?” he found himself asking instead. Maybe once he figured out all the ways this worked he could offer to share it? “They are very selective about who they accept, true, but a Spirit Beast is an existence that has already shown promise with the harnessing and use of Chi.”

“Young master-Jun?” Lynguin frowned at him, “Did you perhaps forget that they consider Spirit Beasts to be resources?”

Riiight, right, right.

Just like the Yellow String Weed would be a low-level Cultivation resource, technically anything that held Chi could be considered one. Not even Artifacts, not even talismans, necessarily escaped this qualification, as there were people reputed to be able to eat woods and metals. So what chance did Spirit Beasts have?

There was even a term used for Cultivators who would use other human beings as a Cultivation resource:

Demonic Cultivators.

Cultivators generally didn’t hold on to the tightest morals, but there were depths far too horrible even for them.

Anyway, Jun was going to stay clear of any of that, “The evident quality and brilliance that you possess momentarily blinded this Young Master. Apologies, Lynguin-er.”

“Well, this sow supposes that’s a good reason,” she oinked, “But then, if you are already harnessing Chi with your breath, why aren’t you consuming the Yellow Grass too?”

“This Young Master hopes to cultivate the Yellow String Weed before he does anything with it,” he explained.

“Ah…” she looked at the seed in her hand and frowned again, “Then why are you burying it?”

“Pardon me?” Jun tilted his head.

“The Yellow Grass germinates best when partially exposed to sunlight,” she indicated by putting the sprouting seed in her hand halfway it’s width down into the dirt, “Not buried in the ground.”

“That is why I had to search so long to find seeds that were coming alive.”

….shit.

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Much later, after having a frank conversation with Lynguin about how the Weed grew, Jun was getting ready to turn in for the night.

The information Lynguin gave him was quite literally indispensable, and he was planning on putting her in charge of the seeding first thing tomorrow. He was ready to promise her a fraction of the harvest if need be, but having someone who was familiar with the plants was simply much better than going at this blind even if he didn’t have to share any of the plants.

At least this way, if they somehow failed, he would have someone else he could drink his failures under.

After a quick bath, that Lynguin similarly took, they had all changed into their night clothes. None of the robes provided to Lynguin smelled like anything except soap and herbs, so she begrudgingly slipped into a feminine comfy silk robe that barely contained her assets. That should have been all the problems of the day taken care of.

But, of course, when was anything truly over?

“Lynguin~” Xia languily smiled at Jun’s pig, “Don’t you want to sleep on my side of the bed?”

“Big sister Xia will make you comfy!”

“Stay away from me, you she-predator!” Lynguin spat from where she was using Fu as a shield against Jun’s nympho, “Besides, there is no way you are older then I am!”

“I don’t know Lynguin-er,” Xia twirled a lock of hair around her index finger, “I’ve lived through 19 winters. How about you?”

“...it doesn’t matter!” Lynguin blustered, “The point is, do you really think this sow is stupid enough to be in your grasp?”

Jun was in the middle of his huge, comfy bed, hoping to go to sleep with his nice comfy women. However, as soon as Lynguin had entered the room and made eye contact with Xia, a thick layer of tension had appeared out of the nether.

One that Xia was making weird.

So, when Xia layed to Jun’s right, and Fu laid to his left, Lynguin promptly climbed on the side of his milf.

“But I am not going to do anything to you,” Xia pouted, “I just want us sisters to get to know each other….better.”

Xia flicked her bean whenever Jun fucked Fu, and she had a worryingly wide range of things she found “hot”. But even then, she had never pursued Fu for sex or even implied it.

So why Lynguin? Why now?

“Xia, stop bothering the dear,” Fu, who was finding all of this humorous, chided the younger woman, “Otherwise I don’t think we’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

“Oh, this Xia doesn’t mind missing some sleep,” Xia wigged her eyebrows.

“Ok, that’s it,” Jun’s breath exploded, “Whenever there is a question of how we are going to sleep, we’ll do it like this:”

“Xia, your my body pillow,, “ Jun pointed at her then pointed at his knees, “So get between my legs.”

“Oh, well-” Xia looked at Jun for a moment before she shrugged, “Certainly? Don’t hold back on sticking it in if you, you know, feel the need or something in the middle of the night.”

“If I ever fuck you while you sleep, I’ll tell you all about it in the morning,” Jun drily replied.

“Thanks, Young Master!” Xia happily scooted between his legs.

“Fu, you are going to be my blanket,” Jun told his milf, “Drape yourself on top of me.”

“As you wish, lord,” Fu blushed but did as she was bid.

Her soft body covered Jun’s chest and most of his crotch as her bg tits splayed all over him. She ended up circling her arms over his waist to stabilize herself.

“Lynguin, you’ll be my, hmm,” Jun considered the topic for a moment before an idea came to mind, “You’ll be my head pillow.”

“You boobs or your ass, either way, give me something to rest my head on,” her ordered and his sow looked at Xia suspiciously for a moment before she, too, nodded.

“Like this?” she asked as she scooted by Jun’s head and lifted as she placed herself beneath it. When she laid it back down, it was on top of her left tit.

Holy shit, it was soft, “Perfect.”

“You know, Young Master,” Lynguin slowly began, “If you feel the need to get in a nibble on me or otherwise use me for my female uses, you don’t have to be afraid of waking me up.”

“See?” Xia, atop Jun’s right arm and between his legs, crowed in triumph, “We are the same!”

“I am nothing like you!” Lynguin replied, aghast.

Sigh.