Chapter 7: A loveable disciple

Six full months had passed since that fateful day and what blissful months they were. He had found pleasure he had never felt before, broke through his first ever actual roadblock, and found a better understanding of social interactions all in one fell swoop.

He would be lying if he said everything was going smoothly, though. The same radiance that granted him so many gifts was also the cause of all his worry.

The foremost of which was her vessel. For lack of a better explanation, the rumors about her were true. Her body was designed for child-rearing and not much more. This was not inherently a bad thing, in fact, many forms of cultivation only used the body as an ornament. What exacerbated the problem was that her core was one of metal, a very physical core.

That was not even the end of it. His World Seed, the reason he could grant her so much essence despite their incompatible cores only added fuel to the fire. His world seed enhanced and modified anything and everything, she did not have his control over the World Seed. This resulted in an indiscriminate increase of all her natural traits, which included her unique constitution. Her bones and flesh instead of hardening as required to cultivate metal essence, became much more flexible and filled with jubilant life. Samuel had no hard evidence but an educated guess would suggest it was because it would make harboring a child that much easier.

It had become so bad that he had to scrap his whole plan and start from scratch, he had to develop much more specialized metal cultivation not found in this sect while being a fire and water cultivator to rectify his mistake. All her exercise routines also had to be handcrafted from the ground up and despite his enormous intellect, the process would take time.

He had thought of lying to Elizabeth, telling her that it was because she had a unique constitution as to why the regular cultivation was only causing her pain and suffering before he banned all cultivation on her part outside the 'meals' he provided.

But he simply could not for she had given him too much for him to do such an injustice. The answer he had received still warmed his heart.

"I have made a mistake..."

"What do you mean, master?"

"The medicine I had given you changed your body. That is the reason for all the pain you suffer for trying to cultivate. This master has erred."

He had tried to lower his head only for he had truly sinned. Only for him to be grabbed by the soft, loveable, and divine creature that was Elizabeth.

"You have not done anything wrong. You did what you thought was best for me. Master, I see that every day! You push me but make sure I am alright. You dote on me even more than my parents did by huge leaps, giving me things I did not even know I wanted while I do nothing but accept your kindness! And... And..."

She could not continue as she was engulfed in a hug, to say she was shocked was an understatement. After all, despite their closeness, Samuel had respected the divide between master and student till that point. All of that came crashing down at that moment.

"I do not deserve you."

She tried to say something but she was silenced as he continued.

"Let me finish. Elizabeth, I am not the man I act to be in front of you and neither can you even begin to understand the gift you have given me. I vow on my name, that I shall personally make a cultivation technique that is designed specifically for you. I will make a disciple whose name will be remembered through the eons!"

He became playful, and at that time it was not because of some persona.

"As an additional benefit, I will also allow additional liberties for you on myself that you get to choose. Also, you cannot take back any of the promises I have given you."

He read her soul and it was all over the place but in the end, it settled on happy acceptance. She gave him an answer that only made him affirm his decisions.

"Master, I do not know what I did for you to give me so much, but I accept, only because I know you are being wholly sincere. If all you had said was that you would keep me by your side even as a slave, I would have been happy. Thank you, for being who you are."

He was broken through his reverie as a mouth engulfed his manhood. He could not help but slowly pat the affectionate young woman as she continued to suckle on him as a babe did to their pacifier. Her wish for him was predictable, free access to his manhood at any time of the day. She had taken to his seed like bees to honey and he had often used it as an instrument to bend her to his desires. Now she could drink from him at any time

But she still had the presence of mind to give him the option to refuse if he did not want the attention. The only caveat he gave was that she was not allowed to have sex with him, to which she had reluctantly agreed.

She did not ask for the reasons, however, cementing just how much trust she had in his miserable soul. Even his foolish self knew that Elizabeth was getting attached, which was not good for her.

He needed to hurry up and get her to essence refining before she did something that she could never take back.

He had to hurry before she became a cauldron.