Arguing with a woman is the height of foolishness, especially when Sophia had already actively accepted the "cultivation." Whether she was just being stubborn or truly wasn't angry, Ethan decisively dropped the subject. In the dim, pink-hued atmosphere of the room, he held Sophia's exquisite body and began the pre-heating phase of their dual cultivation.
Ethan started with light, butterfly kisses on Sophia's pale, smooth cheeks before moving his hands down to cradle her heavy, rounded breasts. He weighed them in his palms, subconsciously comparing them to the panting Lihara beside him. Without her armor, Sophia's hidden assets were revealed; she shared a striking resemblance to Mio, and it seemed the generous bust size was a family trait. Her peaks were heavy and ripe, feeling as though they might burst like a succulent peach with just a little pressure.
Ethan stroked them lovingly, his heat causing Sophia's face to flush a deep crimson. He lowered his head, eyeing the ruby-red buds and debating which to taste first. Following the custom of "left for men, right for women," he swirled his tongue around the left one first. The sandpaper-like friction of his tongue sent an electric itch through the Valkyrie's heart, causing her blood to race and her pulse to skyrocket.
Her gaze grew misty as she looked at Ethan's lean but sharply defined chest. She reached out, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of his muscles. Though he wasn't a hulking brute, his physique was exactly the type she favored. Ethan felt a ticklish thrill as her soft fingertips wandered across his torso, eventually sliding down his abdomen toward the danger zone.
There were no barriers between their naked bodies. Sophia instinctively parted her thighs, and her hand easily captured the burning, thick dragon. Feeling "Little Ethan" for the first time—its masculine pulse, its massive girth, and the way it twitched in her palm—sent a wave of heat to her core.
Experiencing it was entirely different from just watching. Sophia's lips parted in shock as she gripped the heat, momentarily paralyzed by its size. She tried to mimic Lihara's earlier movements to comfort him, but she was terrified of squeezing too hard and hurting him. It took Ethan's gentle reassurance for her to finally tighten her grip. The dragon seemed to enjoy the sensation of her smooth palm, jerking proudly upward. Seeing Ethan's expression of bliss, Sophia's fear faded, replaced by a bold curiosity. Because of its length, one hand wasn't enough; she had to use both to encircle the shaft, letting out a soft "tsk" of wonder.
Is this how it's used? No, that can't be right... Ethan thought, standing still as Sophia "played" with him, but he couldn't help a silent critique: At least move your hands a little...
After a moment of being treated like a toy, Ethan signaled her to rise. Sophia obeyed, looking at him with a face like a ripened berry. They moved away from Lihara to where the space was more open. Ethan's gaze swept over her seductive curves, finally landing on her mound. It was white as cream, smooth and hairless—a perfect "White Tiger." A shallow pink slit, like a hidden ravine, divided the valley.
Ethan reached out with his thumbs, pressing against the outer lips and pulling them apart millimeter by millimeter. This slow revelation built an immense pressure of desire in his lower belly. Being peered into so intimately was overwhelming for the颯爽 (sassy) Valkyrie. Sophia closed her eyes and turned her head away, her long legs clenching instinctively.
It didn't help much. Her mound was plump and swollen, the pink seam almost tightly shut, but under Ethan's strong fingers, the soft flesh was forced open. The tension in her thighs only made the view more tantalizing. Ethan smiled, mesmerized by the sight of her trembling legs, and leaned down to press a kiss against her inner thigh.
He kissed his way up the snowy, tender skin until he reached his final destination. Despite Sophia's attempts to squeeze shut, Ethan controlled her, giving him a clear view of the garden. Seeing the folds twitching and weeping clear nectar, Ethan felt a surge of predatory satisfaction. He extended his tongue and licked the sensitive, budding flesh.
The intense stimulation forced a sharp moan from Sophia's throat, followed by a series of unrestrained whimpers. As he pressed his face into her garden, the fragrant, transparent juices flowed into his mouth. After drinking several mouthfuls of the sweet nectar, Ethan's tongue began to delve deeper, exploring the entrance.
When he finally pulled away, he saw her garden pulsing and overflowing with slick fluids. It was time. Having watched a session earlier and now being thoroughly aroused by Ethan's expert touch, the Valkyrie's virgin path was ready to receive his girth.
Ethan lifted Sophia, pinning her down next to Lihara and spreading her perfect legs. Under Lihara's envious gaze, the rock-hard Little Ethan pressed against the weeping entrance. He started with just the head, teasing the wet lips. He didn't rush in. Instead, he looked at Sophia's blushing, ecstatic face, which only fueled his lust. He leaned over her, kneading her upright breasts. The friction made her gasps grow louder. She grabbed Ethan's head, pressing it into her chest as she cried out.
"Ah... so good... I want it... it itches... Ethan... give it to me..."
Hearing her active invitation, the fire in Ethan's blood boiled over. He arched his body forward, and the dragon slowly began to sink into the narrow, hot, and incredibly tight tunnel of Sophia's flower path.
"Ah! It hurts!"
The Valkyrie, who had never cried out from a battlefield wound, couldn't hold back a cry of pain as he breached the hymen. This pain was different; unless one had a very specific constitution, it was impossible to ignore. Fortunately, this pain would only happen once, and it was quickly being chased by a wave of intense pleasure.
"Sophia, hang in there... I'm only halfway in," Ethan said, noticing the bulge on her flat lower abdomen as he delved deeper. Sophia looked down and was nearly terrified by the sight, but as he pushed further, her body began to radiate heat.
Ethan smiled tenderly, pressing his weight onto her. He kneaded her water-bucket breasts, rolling the swollen red nipples between his fingers. "Almost there. I've hit the bottom, but I can squeeze a bit more."
The dragon was now kissing the entrance to her womb. Ethan continued to grind inward, sealing her lips with a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
"Hiss... so tight... so good..."
Sophia could only whimper. The initial pain had passed, replaced by an exquisite grinding sensation against her cervix. She had expected it to be pleasurable, but not this overwhelming. She finally understood why Lihara was so addicted to this "cultivation." She began to wrap her legs around his waist, actively cooperating. She was so lost in the sensation that she held Ethan's face and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
"Ethan, I'm so happy today..."
Not only had she taken the final step with him, but the knot that had plagued her for twenty years—the guilt over Basara—had been loosened. She knew that without Ethan's forceful intervention, she would have kept delaying the meeting with her son.
"Ethan... ah, it's in... it hurts, but it's so good!"
Sophia kissed him frantically, her body rocking under his violent thrusts. Under his relentless assault, the dragon finally forced its way past the cervix. Accompanied by the deep penetration, Sophia finally shattered, reaching the clouds of ecstasy. Feeling the tight walls pulse and suck around him, Ethan, who had already gone through rounds with Lihara and Sophia, reached his limit. With a series of deep thrusts, he erupted, pumping his hot life essence deep into Sophia.
A surge of deep magic flowed between their lower bellies. It was a perfect dual cultivation. Sophia, who was at the peak of a Mid-Level God, felt the bottleneck shatter as she broke through to the next level. For Ethan, absorbing the Valkyrie's precious virgin essence, amplified by his dual cultivation ability, allowed him to smash through a barrier he expected would take years to overcome.
He felt his energy reserves triple. He nodded in satisfaction. Now he understood why the Low, Mid, and High-Level Gods were grouped together while the Sub-Dragon God level had its own name. The jump in power was a literal tripling of strength. A Sub-Dragon God could easily crush three High-Level Gods at once.
As his magic stabilized, the Immortal Qi in his body also surged, absorbing the surrounding energy. He reached the Late Golden Immortal stage (Late High-Level God). While he lacked specific divine techniques like the "Seventy-Two Transformations," his martial foundation allowed him to wield his power effectively. For now, he would focus on the mainstream system of this world and let the Immortal cultivation progress naturally.
As the energy waves subsided, Sophia opened her watery eyes, looking at Ethan with pure affection. The shortcut to a woman's heart is through her vagina; while Sophia had originally been attracted to his looks and physical need, she was now truly falling for him.
"Ethan... keep going. I think I can consolidate my power more..."
Ethan smiled. He knew what she really wanted. "Alright. With your strength, you can definitely handle another round." They were still joined, and he could feel her already absorbing the essence he had just given her.
But as Ethan prepared for round two, Lihara protested. "Ethan! Sophia! What about me?" The blonde goddess crawled over, rubbing her soft breasts against Ethan's arm.
"Be good, Lihara. This is Sophia's first time. Just be patient," Ethan coaxed. He was grateful to Lihara; her bold display had helped push Sophia over the edge tonight, but he had to prioritize the "bride."
Lihara pouted but didn't push it. However, she decided that if she couldn't join in, she would at least speed things up so Sophia would get exhausted faster. She had an idea.