Ethan leaned down and took Cerys's sweat-slicked ear into his mouth, his tongue swirling inside with light nips. "Cerys, the cultivation is almost over. Get ready..."
"Mmm..." Cerys shook her head frantically. She was completely conquered by his member. If she was hit by another surge of burning life essence now, reaching the absolute peak of cultivation, she felt the last shred of her mental resistance would crumble.
But Ethan didn't give her a chance to refuse. His hips moved faster and faster, bottoming out with every thrust. Cerys's mind shattered under the intensity; she could do nothing but let out broken moans. At this moment, she would have agreed to anything Ethan asked.
However, Ethan didn't take advantage of her state. Instead, he suddenly slowed down, pulling his hard, swollen cock almost all the way out before plunging it back to the hilt. This agonizingly slow pace made the blonde Brave girl curl her toes. She gripped his arms tightly. "Lord Ethan... please, faster... ah, don't be so slow, it hurts... please, faster..."
Ethan ignored her, intentionally prolonging the torture. He didn't want to blackmail her into a promise while she was dazed; she would only feel resentment once she sobered up. He wanted her to beg for it.
Looking down, he saw her pink folds turned inside out from his "dragon's" work, clinging desperately to him. He became even harder. "My dear Brave, didn't you just say you couldn't take it? Maybe I should stop before the final step. After all, your progress is already several times higher than your usual training."
As he spoke, he slowly swayed his hips, teasing her with shallow, agonizing strokes. Cerys was driven to madness. She reached out to feel his abs, rotating her own hips to increase the friction, her long black-stockinged legs rubbing against Ethan's back in an instinctive, desperate seduction.
"Ethan... haaa... Lord Ethan... cultivation can't be left half-finished... ugh... you said you'd help me... Lord Ethan, give me that final push!"
Hearing her plea, Ethan stopped teasing. He pulled her lush, pale body close and thrust his tongue into her mouth. While they kissed, he delivered over a hundred savage, rapid-fire thrusts until he could no longer hold back.
Under the shimmering gazes of Ravel and the others, Ethan muffled Cerys's moans with a kiss and erupted deep inside her. He filled the "sacred" palace of the virgin Brave with his concentrated life essence. Cerys's flat belly swelled slightly as the massive energy began to diffuse from her womb, refining her internal mana and elevating her strength to a higher plane.
Lost in a dual trance of physical and spiritual bliss, Cerys didn't even notice that Ethan was still rock-hard inside her. As he withdrew his tongue, he began to stir within her flower passage again.
Ravel, however, wasn't happy. The blonde Devil heiress hugged Ethan from behind, pouting. "Lord Ethan, she's had enough fun and the life essence. It's someone else's turn~"
Ethan chuckled sheepishly, giving Cerys's stockinged thighs a final squeeze before pinning Ravel down to start a new round.
The hours blurred. Even with Cerys added to the rotation, Ethan remained the undisputed master of the battlefield. By the time the session ended, Cerys was "full" in every sense—her mouth and both her lower holes were overflowing with his seed.
Through this marathon, Ethan's strength advanced to the peak of High Tier Godhood. His next breakthrough would be the Sub-Dragon God level.
"I really do need stronger women to cultivate with," Ethan mused, looking at the four exhausted girls sprawled across the bed. Quantity was good, but quality—like Rias or Mio—offered faster growth and the joy of "raising" them into powerhouses.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Through the curtains, Ethan saw the moon was high. It was Yuki Nonaka.
"Ethan? How is Cerys doing?" her cold voice asked with a hint of hesitation. Cerys had been in there for hours. Yuki, familiar with Ethan's "methods," suspected the worst but found it hard to believe the stoic Vatican girl would fall so quickly.
Cerys, hearing her former comrade's voice, immediately covered her mouth and held her breath, terrified of being discovered in such a debauched state. She had only been in the house for twelve hours and she had already "given up" completely. However, she still clung to her mission.
Ethan smirked at the trembling girl. "She's fine, Yuki. Her mission is going well, and her strength has improved significantly."
Yuki paused, then understood the double meaning. Her voice softened. "Then I guess Sister Cerys doesn't need dinner."
"Indeed," Ethan glanced at Cerys's bloated stomach. "You guys go ahead. Oh, and prepare a room for her."
Cerys glared at Ethan in shame as Yuki left. Ethan, seeing her blushing defiance, felt his interest pique again. "It seems our Brave isn't satisfied with my answer?"
He grabbed her silk-clad feet, dragging her back under him. His cock slid back into her "secret garden," drawing a low moan. "If you're so unhappy, why don't you go tell Yuki yourself?" He made a move toward the door.
"No... stop..." Cerys gasped. Ethan punished her with two deep thrusts and a messy, wet kiss. She clung to his arm, terrified Yuki would hear the "squelching" sounds of their joining.
Ethan chuckled, thrusting rhythmically. "I agreed to let you monitor me, but I didn't agree to stop my 'training.' If you want out, just say so."
Cerys was far past the point of wanting out. Ethan picked her up and carried her into the attached bathroom, continuing to pump inside her under the warm spray of the shower. Her thin black tights, ruined by the day's activities, were stripped away.
"Just rest," Ethan whispered, propping her leg up on his shoulder. "I haven't had enough yet..." He watched the rhythmic opening and closing of her flower as he pounded into her. Cerys eventually drifted into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion.
When she woke up the next morning, her legs were back on Ethan's shoulders, and he was already mid-thrust.
"Morning, Cerys," Ethan smiled. "Wait a bit. After morning practice, I'll introduce you to the rest of the household."