Ethan felt a slight pang of regret that he hadn't crossed over earlier; otherwise, Shella would have been his exclusive property from the start. But then again, if that were the case, Lucia and Maria wouldn't exist, and he'd lose the pleasure of the succubus sisters.
By dawn, the bed, chairs, and walls had all been marked by their session. Shella's thirst was finally quenched. She had become "Ethan's shape," bound to him just like her daughters. She fell asleep with his cock still inside her.
Ethan woke her up in the morning for a bath. The night of cultivation had pushed him to the peak of the Middle-tier God rank, almost touching the High-tier. His bloodline and mental mastery were also greatly enhanced.
The biggest surprise was Shella. Perhaps it was the quality of Ethan's essence or her years of abstinence, but after just one night, she was standing at the threshold of becoming a "Goddess of Succubi."
Ethan didn't want to neglect her. He lifted her legs over his shoulders in the bathtub, playing with her wet petals. When Shella woke up, her fingers had been replaced by his rock-hard shaft.
"We're meeting the Demon King soon," Ethan said. "Let's see if I can push you into God-rank for real."
"It's not that easy..." Shella blushed but cooperatively wrapped her legs around him.
Half an hour later, Ethan held her small, beautiful feet and blasted his seed through her soft cervix. "Ngh... Shella, you're amazing. Take it all..."
Shella, like a girl who had just discovered the taste of meat, was incredibly sensitive. The scalding life essence pushed her to a peak instantly. She gasped for air, her moans erotic and high-pitched. "Too... too good..."
After cleaning up, Shella dressed elegantly and carried Ethan—now a black cat again—into the dining room. Ramsas noticed Shella's radiant complexion and light footsteps. Even he, with power close to a Super-Satan, couldn't see through Ethan's transformation.
Ethan leaped from Shella's arms to her lap during breakfast. Ramsas asked, "Shella, when did you get a cat?"
"It's not mine, it's Mio's," Shella said, happily spreading peanut butter on her bread. "She loves him so much she even sleeps with him. She insisted on bringing him to the Underworld." She reached down and scratched Ethan's chin. Ethan purred and narrowed his blue cat eyes, looking for all the world like a pampered pet.