Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 44: Charm Increase

Chapter 44: Charm Increase

In the heart of the Sixth Peak, within a secluded chamber surrounded by spiritual formation barriers and lush layers of protective talismans, lay a room of utter extravagance. Soft lanterns flickered with a pale golden glow, their flames dancing atop enchanted wicks soaked in beast-oil, releasing a faint sweet fragrance into the air. Silken curtains of celestial silk hung like gentle waterfalls from the canopy of the immense bed, swaying slightly with the flow of spiritual energy that circulated naturally through the room.

A warm, intimate silence blanketed the space, broken only by the slow and steady rhythm of breath—two intertwined bodies lying atop a bed carved from a single slab of Nine-Tailed Ice Fox bone, softened by layers of spiritual beast fur and divine cotton.

Underneath a snow-white blanket, soft as cloud feathers, a man and a woman lay naked in a tangled embrace. Their skin, still glistening faintly with the sheen of recent exertion, pressed against one another like matching puzzle pieces. The woman’s long, obsidian hair spilled messily over the man’s chest and shoulders, a few strands clinging to the light sheen of sweat on his collarbone. Her head rested beside his neck, and her warm breath tickled the sensitive skin beneath his jaw.

The man lay motionless, eyes still closed, though his consciousness slowly returned.

It was Meng Hao.

His brow furrowed slightly, sensing a warmth wrapped around him—not just the blanket, but something softer, gentler, far more intimate. A faint floral fragrance lingered in his nose, sweet yet mature, carrying a weight that stirred something primal within him.

With a slow breath, he opened his eyes.

At first, his vision was blurry—soft light, swirling spiritual energy, and the outline of the translucent curtains above. Then clarity returned, and he looked down, noticing the mass of silky black hair covering part of his chest.

He turned his head slightly and saw her.

Su Lan.

Her face, half-covered by her own hair, bore a tranquil, sleeping expression. The once-arrogant and cold Peak Master of the Sixth Peak now rested beside him in complete vulnerability, her breath steady and shallow. Her pale skin gleamed like polished jade beneath the soft lighting, and her full, pink lips parted slightly in sleep. One of her arms was wrapped tightly around his waist, her hand resting over his lower abdomen, clutching him with a possessiveness that startled him slightly.

He shifted his hips slightly, testing her grip—and found he couldn’t even move.

Her hold was firm. Unyielding. As if even in slumber, she subconsciously refused to let him go.

A cold chuckle escaped from Meng Hao’s lips.

"So this is how it ends, huh?" he thought, amusement flashing through his sharp eyes. "The mighty, untouchable Su Lan, laying beside me naked, her body pressed against mine, refusing to let go..."

A smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

"Truly... deliciously ironic."

The smug satisfaction in his heart swelled.

"So I did it. The most beautiful, most aloof woman in the entire sect... now lies beneath my blanket, her bare body entangled with mine." His gaze slowly wandered over the contours of her hidden form, his thoughts growing more intense. "And to think, all of this... all of it... because of that damned system."

A bitter laugh formed in his throat, but he kept it quiet, not wishing to disturb her. Still, the contrast between his past life and now was almost laughable.

Back on Earth, he was a nobody. A corporate worker with thick glasses and chronic back pain. Someone who spent more time in spreadsheets than sunlight. He had never even held a woman’s hand, let alone touched one like this. His death was as pitiful as his life—collapsed on his desk in the late hours, unnoticed until morning.

And now?

Now he was a Golden Core cultivator. And the same woman who had once been revered like a goddess... had attempted to drug him with an aphrodisiac and use his body for her own cultivation needs—only to find herself dominated, subdued, and left breathless beneath him.

"In my old world, Su Lan would’ve easily become a Miss Universe. And yet, here... she plotted against me becuase of my charm, and instead became my prize." His eyes narrowed. "She tried to tame me. Foolish woman. She didn’t know I’m the predator now."

His tongue brushed over his lips instinctively, recalling the taste of her—the feel of her skin, the way she moaned when he thrust into her depths, the way her pride crumbled beneath the weight of his dominance.

Compared to her, even Li Yao paled.

Li Yao was wild, yes. Passionate, even a bit dangerous. But she was still immature. Her touch lacked the confidence, the control, the deep-seated allure of a mature woman. Su Lan... Su Lan was a woman in full bloom. Her body was divine, sculpted for seduction. Every part of her oozed an intoxicating elegance that had threatened to consume him whole.

"Li Yao’s like a flame," he mused. "But Su Lan... she’s the whole sun."

Just as the thought echoed in his mind, a crisp mechanical chime reverberated through his consciousness.

[Ding! The system has detected that Host has successfully completed the mission: Dominate Su Lan in bed.]

[Reward: +100 Charm Points.]

[Current Charm Level: 700]

The system’s voice was as bland as ever, but the moment the notification ended, Meng Hao’s body stiffened.

An intense pain exploded through him.

His skin prickled. His blood felt like it was being boiled in a cauldron. Veins bulged under his flesh as a wave of searing heat surged through every part of his body. His breath hitched. His limbs spasmed beneath the blanket.

"Argh—what the fuck?!" Meng Hao gritted his teeth, his muscles locking in place. "What is this—?! Why now?!"

It felt like every cell in his body was being restructured. A transformation from the inside out—muscles, bones, skin, even his spiritual core was trembling. He clutched the sheets tightly to stop himself from crying out, lest Su Lan awaken prematurely.

His vision blurred, and red mist clouded his gaze. Sweat drenched his brow. His lips turned pale from the sheer magnitude of pain.

It was worse than anything he’d experienced during cultivation. Far worse than backlash, qi deviation, or even body tempering with spirit flame.

He felt like he was dying.

[Ding! Pain resistance module has been activated to minimize system-induced trauma.]

[Reminder: For every great gain, a price must be paid. Nothing in the cultivation world is free. Your charm stat has surpassed a mortal limit. Please endure.]

"Fuck your reminders!" Meng Hao snarled internally. "If I survive this, I swear I’ll rip out your core chip and sell it to a junk trader!"

His whole body was trembling. For several breaths, he couldn’t even move his fingers. His mind teetered on the edge of collapse.

Eventually... the pain began to fade.

His limbs relaxed. The boiling sensation in his veins cooled. The trembling in his dantian settled. He lay back, panting for breath, body soaked in sweat, hair plastered to his forehead.

His eyes opened again, red but clear.

"System...What in the hell was that...Are you trying to kill me?"

Another chime answered him.

[Ding. Host has crossed the 700 charm threshold, a critical transformation point. This is not a linear progression. The increase in charm at this level makes you at least 20–30 times more attractive than an average mortal. At this point, only a select few in the mortal realm can rival your beauty or aura.]

Meng Hao blinked.

"Twenty to thirty times...?" he muttered. "System, you made me a monster..."

[Ding. Your aura now influences emotional and spiritual perception. Even high-level female cultivators may find it difficult to resist prolonged exposure of your charm.]

He let out a breath.

"...I guess that makes the pain somewhat worth it," he muttered.

A smirk returned to his lips.

"If I was charming before... now I might become irresistible."

He could already feel it—a shift in the way his body responded. His skin was smoother, his features sharper, his spiritual pressure lighter yet more mesmerizing. Even his breath felt... more seductive.

But just as he began to enjoy the thought, the silence in the room was broken.

A faint shift beside him. A breath drawn more sharply. A hand loosened from his waist.

Meng Hao turned his head slightly.

Su Lan stirred.

Her brows knit ever so slightly as her long lashes fluttered open. Her eyes, still hazy from slumber, carried a trace of confusion. She shifted under the blanket, her breasts brushing against his side as she adjusted her position. Her fingers, which had previously gripped him tightly, now moved slowly as if unsure whether to hold on or let go.

The once-imperious master of the Sixth Peak now lay beside him, disheveled and vulnerable, awakening from a night of passion she had intended to control... but had instead lost herself in.

Meng Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, you’re finally waking up..."