Invincible Canadian Futa Goddess Cultivator 4 4. Aftermath and ruminations.

Steff walked into the house, yawning a little. Gods, that had been fun. Even if she had been booed at for hitting the wimp, it had been worth it to just let go.

What had followed afterwards, however, had not been pretty. The princess had refused to give her the prize she had clearly won, and, well, she had a meltdown. A big one. She was pretty sure she wasn't welcome in any of the houses anymore. And had probably made a few mortal enemies. And had every young master in the city plotting her demise.

Oh, well. Life as usual.

She shed her armour in her room, relieved to be out of the heavy plate. While she grateful for it, and liked its comfort, it was starting to smell a little. Tossing off her other clothes, she stripped down to her underwear.

In a tight shirt and shorts, she left her room and headed around the circular area to the kitchen. Jien was already asleep, but had left her a meal out. It took a few minutes to heat, and a few more to gobble down. God, she was hungry.

After eating, she made for the bathroom. An identical pair of clothes to what she was already wearing was lying neatly folded near the tub, resdy for her. She saw them and sighed. Try as she might, she couldn't talk Jien out of his old habits. They had been beaten into him over the course of a lifetime, and nothing she did would make him stop finding some way to pamper her.

Stripping off, she examined herself in the mirror. Back home, she was 5'11, not too bad, but here, where the average size of a person was about half a foot higher, she was short. She wasn't much of a looker, just somewhere in between, but she took care of her appearance. One of the first things she had done was get some godamn toothpaste, and used it vigorously. As a kid, she had skipped that, and regretted it. Her teeth werent perfect by any means, but nothing obviously off either.

She had an athletic figure from years of daily workouts in her home, rotating through various muscle groups. Screw a gym, she was her own. It took willpower and dedication, but it paid off. She had full breasts, kept in place by a band to prevent them from throwing her off-balance in a fight, round, defined hips, glutes to kill for and short, messy hair.

Two blue eyes stared back at her, as did a small nick in her right ear, where a dog had bitten her. Her nose jjjuuussstt looked a tiny bit crooked, no doubt because she'd broken it before in a scrap. She took pride in her figure, and actively maintained it. And of course, she now had a dick. 7 inches flaccid.

Tearing herself away from the sight in the mirror, she plunked herself in the now cold water and relaxed. She was Canadian, godamnit. Cold was a part of her. Hot baths were for sissies. She relaxed there for a while, letting the water wash away the sweat of the day before finally hauling herself out and getting dressed.

Part of her wanted to go to sleep, so she was rested for the tournament, but another part egged her into filling up her Sol pool and being at the top of her game. She went with the second part. The moonlight, filtered through the clear air bubble above the tree, found her in her throne, leaning back and threatening to drift off.

Any other young master in the city would be undergoing intense meditatiom right now, all cross legged and attempting to reach enlightenment, but she had long ago learned that Sol ddin't particuarly care about your pose or mindset when it seeped into you, only that you had to be willing to recieve it. The familair tingle of it entering her body spread across her skin, and she let it all in.

Now, with boredom setting in and fatigue washing over her, she did one thing she had done often over the past few years. She examined her dick.

The bulge lay prominently against her short, a monster even when flaccid. She smirked, thinking of how much a pornstar would have paid to have this baby. A while damn lot, she bet. It was long and girthy, a perfect bitchbreaker. She didn't get much use from it, but maybe one day...

When she arrived two years ago, right in the middle of one of the Grand Demon's Duels, and sporting this thing, she had been shocked out of her mind. After all, just getting some junk out of nowhere could fuck over any girl's afternoon. But instead of whining and bitching about it, she had taken it in stride. Sadly, she had only gotten to test it a few times. Though, she did learn why guys fapped so often.

Shaking her head, she pushed it to the side. She'd have more than enough time to admire it later. For now, she had to go over her culto shit.

The system behind the world was both complex and simple. Every person could culto. Everyone. There were styles and elements, but personally, she had just ignored the manuals and done her own thing. With some help from Jien, she had all but raced through her training, brushing past obstacles most other cultos faced.

One of her greatest strenghts was a strong elemental connection. Depending on what elements you were exposed to growing up, how much you interacted with them, so on and so forth, you became proficient with them. Sol, an invisible energy available to everyone, could be drawn into one's body and expanded to harness those elements, unleashing them at the user's will. The higher your affinity, th less Sol you had to expand for any given amount of power.

Air was one of the few that was almost impossible to master, with people training for decades before getting anywhere, but most others were fair game. Water cultos would immerse themselves in pools for days, getting waterlogged as fuck to increase their affinitt by the smallest amounts. Fire types sat in rooms full of blazing bonfires and crisped themselves. Lightning wannabes ran around in thunderstorms and got electrocuted, earth and plant types cultivated gardens. The list went on and on. Blacksmiths could become Steelbenders, Hermits excelled at working with wood, and even darkness could become a tool. But the nobles controlled the majority of it. They had the entire world believing they needed manuals and expensive herbs. The books to learn, and herbs to increase their Sol intake. Not that they actually did, they just got you high. Weird looking Weed...

Their biggest drawbacks, though? Their own cities. They lived in perfect, neat little enviroments, where everything was kept as cushy and comfortable as possible. Despite being in the middle of a desert, the city, from the Middle District and higher, was covered in a climate control dome, where everything was nicely filtered for them. And with the blazing heat outside, they rarely left it. Pampered, whiny fucks.

She, however, was a fucking CANADIAN. She put up with mind numbing cold, tit knifing winds and howling blizzards for five months of the year. She lived and breathed the winter itself. She worked in it. She lived in it. She played hockey. She trapped coyotes for money. Her favourite sight was the entire world, covered in white. She fucking LOVED it.

She had been raised on a farm. She worked with soil year round. She walked it, felt it. Here, they were seperated from it by their fancy scale tiles. At home, she walked through it barefoot in the evening, just to feel the dirt between her toes. She played soccer on uncut grass. She helped plant crops and harvest them. In short, she knew it.

And because of that, because she went and got her hands dirty, lived the world instead of taking it in through controlled enviroments, she was far more powerful than anyone her age. Where the young masters of the city went through complicated motions and strained like they were constipated for a small burst of flame, she created. With a thought, she could make the ground shake. With a motion, she could freeze air. She could send the cold itself into her opponents body, open holes beneath their feet. She didn't have their training, but the sheer, raw power she wielded was enough to give anyone pause.

Which was why she got a Bitch Pass.

She knew what they wanted. Tomorrow, they would be watching her, scoping her out. If she impressed them, she would no doubt be approached by any number of houses, offered honeyed carrots to join them while the stick was hidden away. They wanted her power and talent. And most of all her secret. Or what they thought was her secret. Honestly, the fact that none of them had figured out the very basics of the world proved they were idiots.

She didn't intend to impress them. She intended to shock them. To awe them. And then tell them to suck her dick when they came knocking.

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