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“Are you alright, Jianjun?” were the first words out of Jun’s mouth the next morning.

He slept in his carriage the night before, not even bothering to get fresh air like he had been taking too. Lingyin was a bit miffed that Jun had pulled her out of the conversation like that, but riding in a carriage turned out to be a new experience for her, so she spent the scant few hours before they stopped again for the night investigating the cabin they were in.

This mostly involved smelling and prodding at the cushions and the dozens of little hidden compartments that the cabin had with her hooves and snout, but she seemed to relish the feeling of traveling without actually moving herself. That was enough to leave Lingyin happily oinking to herself as she even got on top of one of the seats.

And imperiously sat on it as if the carriage was conveying her to Jun’s home and not Jun. Her eyes closed, and her front haunches went up. She seemed to smile at Jun as the carriage trodded through the road for almost an hour.

When Jun pulled out his sheets from the back of the carriage, the little boar simply laid on her side atop that seat and swiftly started to snore.

So everything was looking up on the whole “owning a Spirit Beast” department.

However, Jun still had to deal with his Guard Captain’s nervous breakdown. Or whatever that had been the other day. He honestly didn’t think it would be that bad and considered whether or not he should feel bad about things.

Then he thought about getting visits from his family, his present being eroded to the point his future knowledge was pointless, his idyllic life slowly falling out of his grasp and he thought…no.

He couldn’t afford to regret his choices. Good or bad, he’d live with what he chose.

Still, he sort of felt responsible for the whole thing.

So, as soon as he woke up, he left his carriage, took a bath in a nearby stream, dressed like a proper Young Master, gathered all his authoritarian energies, and prepared to live up to a benign aristocratic image for once. He’d drop some silver coins into his Guard Captain’s hand along with his praises, all while avoiding implying he’d knowingly sacrificed Jianjun. Indeed, Jun could turn this into a loyalty-building exercise now that he thought about it, he just needed the right pitch for this!

But that was just his moral myopia speaking. Actionable cynicism aside, as Guard Captains went, Jianjun wasn’t too bad. He just had, you know, really horrible luck. There was no reason for Jun to not at least make an attempt at helping the man.

The soldiers started waking up by the time Jun was prepared and even his Guard Captain was up. The men were giving Jianjun a wide berth and not only because they disliked him; The awkwardness was so palpable that it could be cut with a knife.

But the man cleaned his clothing and looked over his armor as if nothing were going on.

Honestly, all things considered, ignoring things and hoping they would blow over was not a bad choice. It just wasn’t one Jun could make.

So he stepped just out of arm swinging distance and, in the gentlest voice he could manage, started doing some damage control. Jun expected having to deal with some hostility, a certain unwillingness to talk about things and, in the most extreme case, a formal request to leave his position as part of Jun’s retinue. Really, Jun expected to have a very troublesome morning.

Instead.

“Fantastic, Young Master!” Jianjun happily said, passing his hand through his head as he stretched his back, cracking some bones, “This Jianjun doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to sleeping on the road, but it’s hardly an insurmountable challenge.”

“Still, it’s not like waking up in the middle of all of this-” he pointed to the shadowed spot where they had set up their camp, “Isn’t worth that all on its own.”

The forest of bamboo trees had started to disperse even at this distance from the town, but they still made a green canopy that the morning sun struggled to light up. Wind still came through the multitude of wooden barriers and swayed millions of sleeves in a smooth, calming motion. The air was cool, the humidity was fine, the earth was soft and the grass was brief. Having traveled for so much in the last month or so, Jun could certainly think of fewer camping spots than this.

Really, Jianjun was not wrong.

“Are you…sure?” Jun asked.

But that wasn’t the point.

“Why wouldn’t I be Young Master?” Jianjun tilted his head as he looked at Jun.

Jun shot him back an incredulous look.

“Because of what happened yesterday?” Jun supplied.

“What happened yesterday?” Jianjun frowned in confusion.

Jun’s jaw threatened to open.

“You don’t remember?” Jun asked with pure undiluted disbelief.

“Don’t joke around, Young Master,” Jianjun chuckled.

“If it was something bad like I am sure I’d remembered.”

It was only at that moment that Jun noticed that the rest of the men were also staring at their Guard Captain. Figures they’d be listening in.

Still.

“...we went to Auspicious Fields yesterday,” Jun stated, trying to not be to direct in his questioning lest he screws over what might be his Captain’s attempt at putting all of this behind them.

“The nice village hidden in a bamboo grove,” Jianjun nodded, “Yes, Young Master, I remember.”

“And we were there to stop a Spirit Beast,” Jun prodded some more, frowning when the man didn’t give any indication of discomfort.

“The fearsome Miss Lingyin,” Jianjun snapped his fingers, “Say, Young Master, I don’t think we have been properly acquainted.”

“We met the Village Chief!” one of the men shouted, making Jun’s eyebrow twitch.

Jianjun, on the other hand, “Oh, Auspicious Fields has a Village Chief? How fortunate of them.”

This time Jun’s jaw did slack.

“You don’t remember Fen Tao?” one of the men asked with the disbelief that Jun was feeling.

In response, Jianjun put his pinky finger in his ear and dug whatever dirt was in there, “I am sorry, you mentioned someone but I failed to hear it.”

“Fen Tao? The Village Chief?” it was now Jun’s turn to get to the meat of the matter.

“Who?” Jianjun tilted his head in confusion, “That would be a woman, yes?”

Jun and the guards numbly nodded.

“Well, that’s unusual, but then if you were to have a female Village Chief it would be in one of these remote villages I guess,” Jianjun mused.

Did…did Jianjun repress the whole thing?

“It is a bit strange though,” Jianjun frowned, “My ass hurts whenever I say her name..”

What did Jun even do with this?

Was he even supposed to do anything at all? Maybe it would be better if he left it like this? Obviously, if Jianjun memory holed that much it was because was the only way for him to keep living afterward. Not the choice Jun would have made, but it was something he could respect of someone else.

“Didn’t you get fucked in the ass by the old woman?” one of the guards lived down to Jun’s expectations, again.

“Excuse me?” Jianjun asked, the mask and authority of the Guard Captain slipping on for the first time in a day, “Did this Guard Captain truly just hear you utter those disgusting words, warrior? You dare?”

The guard was suddenly swallowing very loudly, “M-my apologies Guard Captain!”

“Were the Young Master not here, I would see to your punishment right away,” Jianjun grumbled before he nodded his head to Jun.

Jun benevolently waved his hand.

“Point in fact, why don’t we all have some training right now? It should clear up those boar bruises,” the man stretched his neck back and forth, popping even more bones.

“Young Master?” one of the guards pleaded with Jun.

On the one hand, it wasn’t their fault that Jianjun had forgotten all about yesterday and, as such, they had no way to know that he would take it this way.

On the other hand, did they really expect him to take their side after they went ahead and said that to Jianjun’s face?

“I leave the men in your care, Guard Captain,” Jun turned foot and went back to his carriage.

As the men who had been bruised by Lingyin groaned in pain and the other one who hadn’t groaned in frustration, Jun sighed with relief.

Wait, did this mean that he didn’t have to do anything, after all?

“My, your servants sure wake up early” his latest responsibility interrupted his thoughts. Lingyin was opening an eye from where she had been resting on the seat, “As do you, Young Master. This sow is not sure she likes that.”

“You can go back to sleep if you like,” Jun snorted. He loosened his tunic a bit and let his hair fall down.

“It is fine,” Lingyin got up and stretched, trembling like a cat or puppy as she strained her spine in a way that she clearly enjoyed, “I suppose I shall have to get used to this. That said, I must say, you are strangely sheltered for a man of your stature and age.”

“How do you mean?” Jun asked.

“You seemed put out by the thought of a woman orally stimulating a man’s ass,” the normally well-mannered Lingyin just put that out there.

“Why...where did that come from?” Jun stared at the pig.

“Yesterday,” Lingyin huffed, “You didn’t even let me inquire about details of your Jianjun’s and the village Chief’s tryst.”

“First of all, there is no reason for you to know about that,” Jun crossed his arms authoritatively.

“But it’s not even a secret!” Lingyin complained.

“Second of all,” Jun chose to ignore that, “You are assuming it was oral anal pleasure when it could have been the old lady fisting him or something.”

“Hmm, but you find both notions unpalatable,” Lingyin pointed out.

“I mean,” Jun faltered, “I suppose? It’s honestly not something I’ve ever thought about much.”

In his second life of moral hedonism, he drank when he was thirsty, ate when he was hungry and hired prostitutes when he was horny. But even then, he had not been an adventurous person and only started experimenting when old age and a bad diet started killing his sex drive. If Xia and Fu were willing, heh, why not, right?

“But if it were the opposite you’d definitely do it,” Lingyin noted.

“What, eating an ass out or penetrating it?” Jun asked, “Because I have definitely done the latter.”

“And it isn’t like the former is out of the cards,” he mused, “So I suppose you are not wrong.”

“It is a good thing this lovely sow is here then,” Lingyin oinked in a very smug way, “But then, you have a good eye, picking me for your sexual awakening.”

Jun gave her a look.

“That is why you fought and made me submit to you for, isn’t it?” Lingyin countered his look with a glare. Actually, she was beginning to blush, and Jun had no idea boars could do that, “The strong fight for what has value.”

“Now, I am not one to brag,” she coughed as she looked away, “But I haven’t even had my first litter yet. Obviously, you had to have seen what a catch I was.”

Jun continued to look at her.

“Well, will you not say something?” Lingyin grunted, becoming more embarrassed by the second.

“” Lingyin…I wouldn’t fight a woman just to have her have sex with me,” Jun rubbed his forehead. While the thought of taking sex by force had a certain appeal, the tears and misery weren’t something he would enjoy. That sort of thing was best left in the realm of roleplay where things could stop being serious once they were done.

Mind, that was only the objectionable part that he could voice. How did he tell his newest burden that he wasn’t about to fuck a literal pig?

“Figures I’d get one of the ‘righteous’ Young Masters,” Lingyin huffed as she looked at the heaven, as if she were the one being put hard upon, and not Jun!

“It matters not, however!” Lingyin jumped off her seat and approached Jun with hot determination in her eyes, “I’ve seen enough girls and ‘Young Mistresses’ long after men that are never going to notice them when they could simply take what they want!”

And then, with a puff of air and brief light, Lingyin…transformed.

Where before had been a small female boar that barely reached Jun’s thighs, there was now a creamy-skinned short woman that barely reached his chest.

Her hair was brown with blue stripes going through it, a mimicry of how her fur was usually arranged. Her nose was a button, her eyes were molten honey, her lips were slight and her jaw was round. By her face alone she looked to be of an age with Xia, except that was the only thing that she had in common with her!

Spirit Beasts could transform into human beings.

It wasn’t a fact that was widely known but it also wasn’t exactly secret either. As it was, Spirit Beasts were rare and those that wanted to be a human were even rarer. And why would they, when their Spirit Beast bodies were usually more formidable? There was a strain of thought that supposed that, with intelligence, came the inherent knowledge that the human form was simply the next step into their personal evolution and that not all were brave enough to take that step.

There were even some that speculated that Cultivation was best done as a human and, therefore, taking the shape of a man was only done by those individuals that wanted to challenge the Heavens, anyway. So transforming into a human being wasn’t really a simple choice.

But the simple act of transforming would require a certain level of refinement, one defined by Chi.

Which led to Perfection.

There is this term for abnormally beautiful women: Jade beauties. Jade could be though of as a green crystal, but it also came in pale white hues. It was the latter color that the term referred to as the women that were called “Jade Beauties” were so called for their flawlessly white skin. That aside, they corresponded to the dainty reserved beauty that composed a lot of the old Chinese beauty standards.

Xia, technically, was one. Fu, due to her matronly curves and age, did not, despite being a beautiful representation of a “milf”. Cultivation, which some supposed was the perfection of the self, naturally led Cultivators to be the best version of themselves. And that applied to beauty too. Hence, female Cultivators were, as a rule, Jade beauties.

So why would a Spirit Beast trying to achieve a human form, Perfection, take any form except that of a handsome man or a Jade Beauty?

The thing was, Lingyin wasn’t one.

Her creamy white skin had ample birthmarks that dotted her skin in the same patterns that her fur coat had when she was a sow. Her tits were as big as her head, her hips were horribly wide, her ass was bigger than even Fu’s was.

And she was, as Jun had already stated, really freaking short. Petite even.

Miniscule.

The pubic patch in her crotch even had the bright blue hairs mixing with brown follicles as the newly transformed woman put her hands on her hips and threateningly pushed her breasts out, “So are we going to have a problem then?”

Jun stared at her.

“Well?” she testily asked.

“I am sorry, I am far too busy staring at your tits,” Jun admitted as he looked at her puffy nipples.

“Ah, well, good,” Lingyin deflated and coughed into a hand, “Since that’s settled we’ll, hmm, oh!”

She turned around and leaned into the bench at the other side of the carriage. All while one hand propped her up.

And the other went back to grab one of her ass cheeks to spread it.

Lingyin, as it turned out, had a cute puckered asshole above a pink gash. There were brown and blue hairs circling her purple ring, but that only made Jun’s cock come alive.

“You said you haven’t eaten ass yet, right?” Jun’s sow swayed her hips back and forth.

Jun was then on his knees, taking each of Lingyin’s buns in his hands.

Making Lingyin squeal as her ass flesh passed through the gaps of his hands.

He put his face close enough to to tickle his nose with the sow’s ass hairs and took a looong drag of air.

“Oh shit,” Jun shuttered as her scent was a heavy cocktail of various hormones and pheromones that hit him straight in the head. No, her asshole didn’t smell like literal shit, though he was turned on enough that it wouldn’t have mattered. She smelled heady, earthly, a slight picant odor that had him going south to poke her pussy with his nose-

Lingyin, even in her human form, seemed to oink.

-and get a long drag of her vagina as well.

Young. Fertile. Musky.

Lingyin was no Jade beauty, but that was fine.

She was perfect as she was.

Jun’s lips pressed against the puckered ring in Lingyin’s backside.

“Ooooh,” she squealed again as Jun treated her asshole as if they were a pair of lips. He pressed his oral flaps against it, sucked air through them and slurping them into his mouth. He brough his tongue out to manipulate it, stretching it and making corners.

He smooched it as the ass cheeks of this shortstack engulfed his head. Literally, his ears and temples were set upon by the thin walls of the inner part of her cheeks. He rubbed against them as he kissed her anal ring.

Again and again.

He rubbed her smell all over him, as he took the underside of her anal door and sucked the rim into his mouth.

Then, between his lips, he pressed his teeth against it. And lightly bit it.

“FUUUCK!” Lingyin smashed a hand into the seat she was leaning into, a hammer strike that did not do more then accent her moan.

Jun traced all of the circular rim of her anus with his lips this way before putting his tongue against the closed door.

And then thrusting into it so that he could feel at the inner sides of her colon.

“I-I-I am coming!” Lingyin yelled into the cushion of the bench and Jun felt his chin and neck get wet as her pussy sprayed her love juices into him.

Making him, at long last, stop his ministrations to look at, well, might as well accept it he supposed.

He looked at his newest concubine.

“H-how was it?” Lingyin had fallen to her knees and was taking big gulps of air to recover, “Told you it’d be grand, did I not?”

“Who said we were done?” Jun grunted.

His hands circled around Lingyin’s waist as he draped his tunic on top of her ass. Given how recently he had put it on, he was not eager to take it off again, so he simply displaced his undergarments as, below his tunic, he aligned his cock her gash.

“Heavens!” she gasped as his cock head started to make them part.

He slid his cock inside of her, and didn’t stop until his hips were smashing against her ass.

He DID feel a slight barrier on the way there, which he simply tore through/ But the knowledge that this sow, this literal pig, was a virgin…

“Not your first litter this Young Master’s ass!” Jun huffed as he smashed her pussy, “This is your first time having sex!”

“N-no one else has been worthy before,” Lingyin defended herself as Jun made her cheeks deformed from the impact of his thrusts, “B-but I have seen plenty do the reproductive deed!”

“And you supposed you’d teach me?” Jun sneered as he paced increased and he made her cheeks CLAP.

“How arrogant.”

“As penance, take this!” Jun yelled as his testicles clenched and he bottom himself inside of her. He would have loved to fuck her longer, but eating her out already had him half way there. “Take my seed and let it take root inside of your womb!”

“Give birth until your body is all used up and maybe, maybe, this daddy will forgive you!” Jun moaned as he flooded her depths, his semen shooting straight into her uterus.

“Yes!” Lingyin, for the second time in as many days, submitted once again. Well, it was better to say that she squealed in a high pitched voice but it was the same thing.

Jun pumped and pumped his seed inside of her, expecting it to be like it had been when he was with Fu that one night. That was how horny he felt. Unfortunately, without Xia’s luscious body and Ying energies to prop him up, his ejaculation felt a little bit short of that.

“S-so much,” Lingyin gasped as semen spurted out of her pussy as, finally, Jun was done. He could not see it, but he could feel the semen pooling into the floor of the carriage, “Truly, you are a demanding master~”

“We’ll have to clean this up,” Jun murmured as he went to seat in his bench again and felt a little bit light-headed as he did so. The more he went without Xia, the more he noticed it, it seemed.

“Right,” Lingyin struggled to get up, her knees were still shaky, so Jun critically looked her over and, reaching into one of the compartments of the carriage, pulled one of his more tattered robes out.

No way any of the girl’s tunics would fit her.

“Here,” Jun said, “I’ll go get some some cloth to clean this.”

“I can just transform back, you know,” Lingyin mused but she didn’t regret it.

Jun was about to exit his carriage to make good on his word before he hesitated.

Then on a whim, he bent down to peck her in the lips.

“There, it’s official now,” he told her.

“Young Master!” Lingyin, despite what they had done, flushed and looked away.

Jun chuckled to himself as he opened the door and stepped outside.

And met the horrified looks of all his men.

Some were pale.

Some were green.

But they all looked a smidgen short of being sick.

“What is it?” Jun inquired of them.

“Say, actually, is there any breakfast ready?” Lingyin chose that moment to walk behind him, his the bottom part of his tunic having been tied off at knee level.

Almost as one, all the men looked at Lingyin and sighed with relief.

Then they paused.

“Say, Young Master, who is she?”