They say the Demonic Path corrupts the soul, but tonight I found more truth in a Blood Cult disciple's touch than in a thousand orthodox sermons. Her fingers tracing the meridians along my inner thigh, her breath hot against my neck as she whispered forbidden techniques. The way she used her tongue to draw out the dark qi from my core—no righteous cultivation manual ever described power feeling this raw, this primal. When she mounted me, riding my cock with the rhythm of a demonic mantra, I felt my cultivation base tremble not with corruption but with awakening. The orthodox fear pleasure because they fear losing control. But sometimes surrender is the highest form of power.