Chapter 6: The Post-Nut Clarity
While Emily soaked in the warm bath, the soft sound of water filling the tub echoed gently through the apartment. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the events of last night swirled in my mind like a tempest—intense, overwhelming, and utterly surreal.
Okay, time for some honesty—because, dear readers, I owe you the truth. I was a virgin.
Yeah, I know. Don't laugh. Before you judge, remember: Tian Mo's past life—well, the "other" one, the real me—was that of a socially awkward author who spent more time glued to his laptop and phone than actually talking to people. How exactly was I supposed to get a girlfriend? Between crafting dark cultivation plots and dodging social interactions, romance wasn't exactly on my resume.
So last night? That night was a dream come true. Honestly, I thought I'd die a virgin in my previous life. And now, here I was—reborn as Tian Mo, finally crossing that line.
Sometimes, I entertain the thought that this might all be a dream. Maybe I'm just dozing off at my desk, head resting on the keyboard, and this whole reincarnation thing is a figment of my imagination. That would be a nightmare, wouldn't it?
But no—last night proved it was real. The warmth, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, the feel of Emily's skin beneath my hands… it all confirmed one thing: I am Tian Mo, reborn, and this world is my new reality.
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, muscles still humming from the night before. The post-nut clarity hit me hard, and with it came a flood of thoughts—strategies, plans, and the inevitable consequences of what I'd done.
Emily was special. Not just because of her beauty or intelligence, but because she represented the first real connection I'd forged in this life. The first thread in the web I was weaving.
But let's be clear—I'm not about to start simping just because I missed out in my previous life.
Let me tell you, Tian Mo in my original novel was a good-natured guy, but that didn't mean he lacked relationship experience before marrying that stabbing witch of a wife.
So having his memories definitely helps me keep this bubbly sensation in my chest from turning me into a lovesick fool.
Honestly, I want to shout from the rooftops and boast to my friends that I finally got to have sex with a hot girl while poking fun at my virgin buddies. (Hey, who wouldn't brag about that?)
But I have to be careful. The power I wield is intoxicating, but emotions are messy and unpredictable. I can't afford distractions—not when my goals are so clear.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Emily stepped out, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She looked at me with a shy smile, her eyes sparkling.
"Feeling better?" I asked, standing to help her.
She nodded, stepping closer. "Yes. Thank you… for last night."
I smiled, brushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "Same for me."
She blushed, biting her lip. "I've never felt like that before."
"Neither had I," I admitted. "But it's just the start."
Her eyes searched mine, and I saw the flicker of trust—the fragile beginning of something deeper.
We spent the day together, walking through the city, talking about everything and nothing. Emily's laughter was a balm to my restless mind, and in her presence, I felt a rare peace.
But beneath the surface, my mind was already turning—calculating, planning, preparing for the next step.
Cultivation awaited. Power awaited. And with Emily by my side, the path ahead seemed just a little less daunting.
That night, as I meditated in my room, I felt the subtle stirrings of the Sin of Greed awakening within me. The dark energy pulsed through my veins, sharpening my senses, fueling my ambition.
I was no longer just a man reborn—I had been in this world for a month and achieved the peak of the Early stage Body Refining Realm thanks to my Immortal Grade Physique, cultivation technique, and the memories of the original Tian Mo. That's considered fast progress here.
Just so you know, reaching this level in a Low-Grade Cultivation World usually takes at least three grueling years of cultivation.
Now, I was about to face the first bottleneck separating the early and mid-stages of the Body Refining Realm. Not much of a challenge for me, who was previously a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator—at least in memory.
But let's talk business, friends. Since I wrote this story, I know of treasures and opportunities suitable for a cultivator at my level—especially for Tian Mo.
The problem is, if I take those treasures now, I'll attract the attention of hidden cultivators and organizations. I won't be able to live peacefully.
The original Tian Mo was a hidden protagonist of my novel, constantly battling these organizations and protagonists of this world openly due to him having Fortune Seeing Eyes which allows him to find opportunities and surviving near-death experiences—thanks to plot armor, of course (that's me, the author, pulling strings behind the scenes).
But here's the catch: if I get entangled in those fights too early, who's going to save my ass? I don't have plot armor like before—I'm the one writing this story now.
So, I'm thinking of postponing those resources until I'm fully prepared—rich, powerful, and with a name in the elite world. Only then will I start snatching those treasures from their owners without even letting them know and risking my life.
The game is on, and I'm playing it smarter than ever otherwise I'm really dead.