Under Cerys's intense gaze, Ethan and Ravel's second round of cultivation came to a perfect conclusion. Their strength had leaped nearly two levels, but since the gap between them was significant, Ravel's flat, white belly inevitably swelled under the stimulation of the concentrated life essence.
As Ethan's member slowly withdrew, a thick, milky-white fluid dripped from the girl's secret garden, and the rich scent in the room grew even muskier. The ambiguous aroma constantly hitting her nose made Cerys's already flushed face turn even redder, and the desire in her misty emerald eyes was almost tangible.
Ethan glanced at Cerys, who was so close she could almost take him into her mouth, and said grumpily, "Move aside. Don't block the way; you're interfering with my cultivation."
He knew that if he just beckoned with his finger, this lustful Brave beauty from the Vatican would agree with very little resistance. However, thinking back to Cerys's previous words made Ethan a bit annoyed. He wasn't the man he used to be; whether for lust or for power, Cerys was only "average" to him now. If anything, only her virgin energy and his vague memories of her character provided some interest.
In reality, being able to cultivate with him was a massive benefit for her, certainly not something she was "losing out" on.
The Brave girl's breath hitched, and a flash of shame and anger appeared on her beautiful face. Ethan ignored her huffing and, once she sluggishly moved her body away, he picked up the short-haired, large-breasted Isabella, who hadn't fully recovered, and began a new round of cultivation.
Under Cerys's watch, Ethan became even more vigorous. Isabella, who was already exhausted, soon found herself unable to keep up and began to plead piteously.
"Lord... Lord Ethan... gentler... please... I haven't fully digested the previous life energy... ah..."
Digesting energy was secondary; the main issue was that after two rounds of intense peaks, Isabella's body was incredibly sensitive. Her soft, narrow, and wet flower passage lacked the strength to endure Ethan's savage exploration. Normally, Ethan might have been more tender, but with Cerys watching, he didn't want to stop. He wanted this "righteous" Brave girl to see it all but touch none of it, as a way to "thank" her for the "good person" label she gave him earlier.
Ethan wasn't intentionally dangling her, but since she had spoken so boldly before, he wasn't going to be the one to initiate. Even if she was a blonde beauty in his favorite black tights with perfect long legs... well, he still had a point to prove.
Cerys bit her lower lip, watching Ethan's athletic body move rhythmically. The fire inside her was nearly burning away her sanity. The fluids secreted from her pink garden had already soaked into her smooth black tights, darkening the color from her thighs down to her knees.
Fifteen minutes later, just as Cerys's legs were turning to jelly from watching, Isabella reached her limit again, her body trembling as she begged for mercy. Ethan didn't finish inside her this time, but there was still plenty of undigested energy, so the cultivation effect didn't drop much.
He was in the heat of the moment, and since Isabella was spent, Xuelan seamlessly took over.
"Master... oh... Young Master... is coming in again..."
Her cute buns had long since come undone, her silky black hair swaying and framing her flushed, white, and enticing body. After several rounds, Xuelan, having just lost her virginity, couldn't maintain her composure either. She forgot all about her "service" duties and focused entirely on the supreme pleasure her master provided.
The afternoon sun began to dip, but the cultivation continued. The pink atmosphere in the room grew thicker. The "righteous" blonde Brave girl had somehow slumped to the edge of the bed, one pale hand sliding under her short skirt, moving rhythmically. Through a tear in her black tights, Ethan could see at a glance that Cerys was masturbating.
I have to say, for a 'righteous' girl, she sure is juicy... she's practically drenching the floor, Ethan thought to himself. He shifted his gaze away, planning to have Ravel put on some black stockings to satisfy his own growing desires.
"Red Dragon Emperor... Lord... Lord Ethan..."
Having watched the live sex show for so long and reached her own peak twice through self-pleasure, Cerys finally couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't that she was a total nymphomaniac, but the succubus aphrodisiac effect Ethan naturally emitted was too strong. She realized that if she was going to have to watch this every day as part of her surveillance, she might as well stop torturing herself. Since she was going to give herself to him eventually, why wait? Plus, it would increase her strength and allow her to better investigate his talents.
She had been ready for a while but was too proud to ask. She had underestimated Ethan's spite.
"Hmm?" Ethan looked at her curiously. "Something the matter?"
"Lord Ethan... I want to join the cultivation too..." Cerys whispered, her face burning red.
"Sure, why not."
"Huh?"
Ethan's blunt agreement stunned her. It felt like she had thrown a powerful punch only to hit a pillow.
"What? You thought I'd keep making it hard for you?"
"Ah, no, no..." Cerys waved her hands frantically, suppressing her confusion and frustration as she crawled toward him, offering her sweet, pink mouth for a kiss.