Xenovia hesitated, her amber eyes instinctively darting toward Irina. Ethan smirked. So it was related to Irina. By ignoring the prickly twin-tailed girl and playing the "honesty game" with the dim-witted Xenovia, he'd struck gold.
Irina glared at Xenovia. She totally sold us out! She felt like screaming, but she knew Xenovia's personality. She turned her anger toward Ethan—that "erotic pervert."
Finally, Irina sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine! Just get on with it!" She snatched a set of lingerie from her suitcase—her most provocative set. "If you're going to underestimate me, I'll make you crawl at my feet in this."
She huffed and marched into the bathroom.
Once the door closed, Xenovia spoke up. "Actually, the Church wants us to get pregnant with your child. Without God to serve, having children became my new goal. So it's not really a hidden agenda for me." She paused. "Technically, only Irina is still on the mission. I've left the Church."
"Pregnant with my child?" Ethan scoffed. "Is the Church trying to create a hostage?"
At Ethan's level, conceiving was difficult even with the boosted fertility of a dragon contract. Unless he actively cooperated and the girls chose not to refine the life energy, the chances were near zero. Still, he was happy to accept the "gift."
Ethan approached Xenovia to start getting "handsy," but she suddenly acted shy. "Xenovia, are you embarrassed? It's okay, I—"
"No," she shook her head awkwardly. "I haven't eaten all day. Rias said it's almost dinner time. I want to eat first."
Ethan facepalmed. He forgot she was a glutton. Food was as important to her as reproduction. "Go on then. If the door is locked when you get back, sleep in another room."
Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Irina stepped out in a black lace cutout bikini. Her snowy skin shimmered in the twilight. Her body was a perfect mix of youthful innocence and mature curves—from her high, firm breasts to her flat tummy and slender legs. Even her toes were perfectly shaped.
Ethan was mesmerized. With her hair down, Irina was more beautiful than he imagined.
"Where's Xenovia?" Irina asked, drying her hair. Seeing Ethan's burning gaze, she grew nervous. Despite her mission, she was a virgin who hadn't even held a boy's hand. Her worldview had shattered when she learned God was dead, and she was only holding onto her sanity through this "mission to revive God" by bearing Ethan's child.
"Come here. I'll give you a massage. It feels great after a bath." Ethan didn't care about her inner turmoil; he could talk her through it while they were busy.
He pulled her into his arms, his hands wandering over her damp, flushed skin. Irina lay down on the bed, closing her eyes and letting him work.
Under the guise of a massage, Ethan's hands explored every inch of her—her smooth back, her willow-like waist, and her firm thighs. Because her bikini was so revealing, his fingers often brushed against her soft breasts and the curves of her hips. Her skin felt like the finest silk.
Slowly, his hands moved higher up her thighs. When his fingertips brushed the fabric covering her "peach garden," Irina jumped like she'd been electrocuted. Her chaste, nun-like lifestyle made even the slightest touch feel like a lightning strike.
"Nngh... gentle..."
Ethan didn't stop. He grew bolder, grabbing her buttocks and sliding his fingers along her "crevice." Irina writhed, biting her lip to fight the waves of pleasure. His fingers moved slowly, teasingly, making it impossible for her to escape the rising heat in her loins.