The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 790: 790. Hazel Sky

The Naked Girl swiftly advanced and pressed her lips against Tyler’s. Despite having already stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm, with his spiritual senses sharpened and body tempered by profound qi, Tyler found himself utterly unable to dodge. A strange, soul-stirring fragrance invaded his meridians, and darkness swallowed his consciousness in an instant.

When Tyler opened his eyes once more, he found himself standing within the endless Dark Mist Forest. Here, the boundary between land and sky had long vanished, replaced by an oppressive void of blackness. Ancient trees with no leaves stretched like skeletal hands, their branches twisting in silent agony. This was the same cursed realm he had visited before, a place where souls wandered in eternal torment.

This time, however, he did not wander aimlessly. His feet carried him directly to the bound figure ahead. The sight of the naked girl caused Tyler’s breath to catch. Her position was even more vulgar and inviting than last time. Chains of thorns, sharp as divine weapons, pierced her smooth skin in multiple places, drawing thin lines of crimson that contrasted sharply against her warm brown complexion. Her long, toned legs were spread wide apart, the soft flesh of her inner thighs glistening under some unseen ethereal light. Between those brown thighs, her most intimate pink folds spilled forth clear, slick juices, dripping slowly as if deliberately calling out to him, tempting his desires.

The thorn chains also wrapped cruelly around her full, heavy breasts, the sharp points pressing into the soft, chocolate-like mounds without fully breaking the skin. Her head, previously limp, slowly lifted. With evident pain etched across her delicate features, she whispered hoarsely, "Sto... per..."

"What?" Tyler stepped closer, his Foundation Establishment aura flickering around him.

"Stop looking, you pervert," she said. Her blue eyes shone brilliantly in this monochrome world, like two sapphires cutting through the darkness.

Tyler was momentarily stunned, then let out a low chuckle. Yet the laughter did not reach his cold eyes. He gazed at her with a mix of admiration and complex emotions. "Even though your soul is being tortured by these chains of thorns... you still have not broken. Your will is truly strong."

"I deserve this... for my betrayal," she murmured, her voice trailing off. She paused, gathering what little strength remained. "My name is Hazel Sky. I... I come from a different era. I cannot speak much now... Do perverted things with my body... Do not worry. I am not dead yet... You have my full consent..."

Her blue eyes dimmed as exhaustion overtook her, and she fell into a deep slumber within the bindings.

Tyler’s eyes snapped open in shock. He was back in his dimly lit bedroom within the Penthouse. Hazel’s body stood naked before him, exactly as in the dream—her short, tomboyish brown hair framing a beautiful yet vacant face. Her eyes were colorless, as if her soul had fled, leaving only an empty shell.

He recalled her whispered words from the dark forest: "Do perverted things with her body..."

Tyler let out a long sigh. His hand extended slowly toward her enormous breasts, which resembled exquisite chocolate sculptures topped with delicate cherry-like peaks. The moment his palm made contact, a soft, yielding warmth filled his senses. He could not resist fondling them, squeezing the heavy, supple flesh gently at first, then with increasing firmness. The soft mounds deformed under his fingers, overflowing his grasp.

Hazel stood there without any expression, like a lifeless doll. But Tyler sensed something—a faint heartbeat pulsing beneath her skin for a brief second before vanishing. Encouraged, he brought his other hand up to her second breast, kneading both at once. He pinched the sensitive tips between his fingers, rolling them slowly, feeling them harden under his touch.

Her previously cool body began to warm, then grew hot. Blood circulation quickened within her veins, a subtle qi flow stirring in response. The colorless pupils in her eyes gradually regained a hint of deep blue. Tears welled up at the corners.

"It... it really works," she muttered softly.

"Huh? Hazel?" Tyler called out, his hands still cupping her breasts.

The naked brown-skinned girl with her short tomboyish hair and striking blue eyes stared back at him, her body trembling slightly. "Thank you... for sexually harassing me."

Tyler’s mouth twitched. He was about to pull his hands away in embarrassment when she suddenly grabbed his wrists and pressed them harder against her chest.

"Don’t stop... If you stop now, next time you will have to do even more perverted things just to awaken my body again," she said, her voice steady despite the flush creeping across her skin.

"So every time, I must cross the line further?" Tyler asked, his breath growing heavier.

"You understood quickly. That concerns me a bit. But yes. Each time, you must sexually assault me in different ways to keep my soul anchored and awake. Do not worry—I will never ask you to take responsibility for me. Please... help me break this curse. There are things I must accomplish in this world," Hazel explained, her blue eyes filled with determination.

"What is this curse exactly? I have many questions—" Tyler began, but Hazel’s eyes dulled slightly before brightening again.

"It seems I cannot hold on much longer. Please do not release all your pent-up lust on me at once. Take it step by step. If I act as though I have no memories, then... forcefully sexually assault me without hesitation," she instructed. Her voice grew faint, and her eyes lost their light once more. She stood motionless like a perfect doll.

Tyler stared in disbelief. "Hazel, are you there?"

He reached out and honked her breasts playfully—*pom pom*—but there was no reaction at all.

"Seriously... You turned me on and then went offline," Tyler sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Go sleep in your coffin."

Like an obedient puppet, Hazel turned and walked stiffly to the crystal coffin in the corner of the room. She lay down inside it gracefully, even pulling the lid closed over herself with a soft thud.

Tyler stood there for a moment, his body burning with unreleased desire. The sensation of her warm, heavy breasts still lingered on his palms. He left the room, his steps purposeful. In the hallway, he encountered a young maid on her knees, diligently cleaning the polished floor. She was petite, with smooth pale skin and a simple uniform that hugged her modest curves. The moment she saw him, she did not resist or speak. She simply lowered her head submissively.

Without a word, Tyler lifted her into his arms. He carried her to a nearby chamber and laid her upon the soft bed. His hands moved with practiced hunger. He pulled open her uniform, exposing her perky breasts. They were smaller than Hazel’s but firm and sensitive. He lowered his head, taking one rosy tip into his mouth, sucking and licking with intensity while his fingers teased the other. The maid let out soft, involuntary moans, her body arching toward him.

Tyler’s hands roamed lower, sliding over her flat stomach and between her trembling thighs. He explored her slick, heated entrance with his fingers, stroking the sensitive folds until her juices coated his hand. She writhed beneath him, her breaths coming in short gasps. He positioned himself above her, pressing his hard length against her wetness. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. The maid cried out in pleasure, her inner walls clenching tightly around him.

He began to move, thrusting deeper with each stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room alongside her rising moans. Tyler gripped her hips, pounding into her with building intensity. Her breasts bounced with every powerful movement. He leaned down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her body thoroughly.

The maid’s legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on. "Master... ahh..." she whimpered, lost in ecstasy. Tyler increased his pace, driving into her with raw need. The pleasure built rapidly until he finally released inside her, flooding her with warmth. She shuddered violently in climax, her body milking him completely.

Afterward, Tyler lay beside her for a moment, catching his breath. Yet his thoughts drifted back to Hazel in the coffin. The curse weighed on his mind. This was only the beginning. To fully awaken her, he would need to explore more forbidden pleasures step by step—caressing every inch of her body, using his mouth on her most intimate areas, perhaps binding her in different ways that mirrored the thorn chains.

The next encounter would demand even greater perversion, just as Hazel had warned.

Tyler’s lips curled into a faint, confident smirk. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In his mind, countless methods surfaced, each more degrading than the last, allowing him to violate her boundaries little by little.

His thoughts soon shifted elsewhere. "From another era?" His eyes narrowed. "Ancient times? Or... could she be another Cube Holder?"