Female master and male disciple · possessive love · love and hatred · Lovecraftian cultivation
A shameless master x an unfeeling, gloomy disciple obsessed with men
[Blurb]
My master.
My master was a rogue cultivator with a mixed spirit root. She bought me from human traffickers. She hacked apart nine writhing monsters to save me.
The blazing sun had burned her dark, and her fingers were covered in calluses and cuts. Her kisses fell on my forehead like raindrops.
Her tears tasted as salty as the sea.
When I grow up,
I'll be a good son and take care of her.
--September 23: She sold me.
Years later, I finally brought people to fetch her. I could no longer believe a single word she said.
But for old times' sake, I would still honor and respect her.
To honor her is to care for her body; to show filial devotion is to care for her heart; the highest form of filial piety is to honor her spirit.
"First, let me attend to you in bed, Master," I said.
A scummy master and a rotten disciple in a story of possessive love. A dark worldview, with tentacles appearing later on.
Blurb screenshotted on June 12, 2026.
Theme: Though the road is long, if you walk it, you will reach your destination
