Seniors…
It's morning again. And they are gone… again.
I thought it was over.
I really did. I even cleaned my socks last night.
I folded them. Put them in my closet. And I whispered a mantra into it. Then I slept.
In the middle of the night.
It returned.
But this time, it didn't knock.
A stampede.
A literal one.
Tusk Monks. Thirty? Forty?
I stopped counting after one of them flexed his muscles so hard it cracked the sky.
All of them shirtless. All of them breathing loudly through their mouths like field runners who had just practiced. And lastly—they were all oiled up.
They Tusk Monks didn't speak.
They just… started grunting in formation.
Then—they took turns.
There was no hesitation.
They went straight ahead—into my foundation.
My foundation was being torn apart and rebuilt. It burned. It sizzled. It screamed.
One of them grabbed my shoulder and squatted me down like he was checking my form. Another one put me down on my back, raised my legs up high and jackhammered into my foundation—relentlessly.
And just when I thought it was over—
Heavenly Bulls.
Hundreds.
Golden. Majestic. And full of Desire.
At first they circled me. Knocked me around a few times. Their horns would slip into my foundation a few times. It wasn't bad. I might've even… enjoyed it a little. Way better than the Tusk Monks—or so I thought.
But then… they charged.
And they didn't stop.
Over.
And over.
And over.
I tried to stand.
I really did.
But one of them got stuck. Horn-deep in my foundation. With me dangling on its stomach. Then it galloped around. Laughing, grunting.
And that's when I felt it—
It pushed qi, directly into my foundation.
My foundation shook. My whole core trembled—it spasmed.
Then another bull stepped in.
It stepped in—and covered my mouth with qi.
It was a big load.
Warm. Heavy.
It was vast and profound.
I hated it.
And secretly… maybe I didn't.
And then…
There was the Boar Patriarch.
He stood alone on a hill. Silent. Stern. And his meridians bulging. I could tell—he was a man of depth. Of Power. Of Desire.
Of dangerous hobbies.
Oh no, I thought. He's vast. And profound.
The Patriarch looked at me.
Then…
He nodded.
That nod?
It went through my skin and into my bloodline and slapped my dead ancestor awake.
I wanted to scream.
To cry. To beg the heavens for mercy.
But the air was too thick.
Thicker than spirit jelly.
It smelled like sweat, musk, and the kind of regret that stains your ancestors.
I opened my mouth to scream—
Only a grunt came out.
And the Boar Patriarch nodded back.
Harder.
When I woke up, I was face-down in a crater.
A perfect body print.
Except it was a little more… disappointed.
My meridians were throbbing.
Qi swirled around in my dantian making me gasp.
There was qi... all over me. My mouth. My ears. My nose…
I didn't break through.
I didn't even break out.
I got broken into.
But… the worst part?
I feel stronger. More vigorous. More forceful.
My body aches with power. So much of it flowing in my dantian.
Seniors…
I fear I've entered the Dao of Unauthorized Domination.
But… that's the not end…
I think they're coming back… tonight.
- He Who Grunted Back