Before him was a pink treasure like a perfect work of art, and his nose was constantly filled with Liara's unique body fragrance. Everything left Ethan intoxicated. Liara was panting heavily, her body trembling, and her mysterious garden was opening and closing, twitching incessantly.
Ethan couldn't take it anymore.
He leaned down and guided his member—swollen to the point that Liara's two small hands could barely grip it—to the entrance. With a forceful thrust and a "squelch," he pushed through the slippery petals, sliding all the way to the bottom in one smooth motion.
A mixture of red and white liquid slowly dripped from the edge. A flash of pain appeared on Liara's beautiful face. But the pain came fast and went even faster. Before Ethan could even begin to caress her carefully, the goddess's powerful self-healing and adaptability had already adjusted to the foreign object inside her, transforming it into supreme pleasure.
The exercise—mixed with curiosity, excitement, and cultivation—officially began. Ethan pressed against Liara, the two of them hugging tightly. Liara's two legs were like white pythons, locking firmly around Ethan's waist. Strange, erotic cries escaped her throat, echoing in the empty bedroom.
After the initial tension and shyness, the naturally slutty Liara soon turned from defense to offense. But she lacked experience after all; before long, the initiative returned to Ethan's hands. The sexy and glamorous goddess, under Ethan's direction, posed in various tempting positions, letting Ethan drive her as he pleased.
An unknown amount of time passed. Ethan had completely filled Liara with his life essence, and the goddess's primal yin was entirely absorbed by him. The effects of the Dual Cultivation had reached a threshold, but the two of them didn't stop their union. Setting aside their great power, the restorative effects of the Dual Cultivation alone were enough to make up for any exhaustion.
After resting for a while, Liara sensed that her power had truly broken through its bottleneck, rising to the level of a Mid-Tier God. She then actively sought pleasure again. This time, it wasn't for cultivation; it was simply for the joy of it.
Ethan glanced at the sky outside. Although Liara's combat power was formidable, a single round of cultivation only took a few hours. It was just turning dark now.
"Liara, there's plenty of time tonight. We should talk about the important business first."
At Ethan's words, Liara suddenly remembered the matter of Sephiroth. Burying her embarrassment deep inside, she intentionally put on a wanton act, her jade-like arms hooking around Ethan's neck, her luscious red lips pressing against the corner of Ethan's mouth.
"What? Now that you've had your fun, you're not calling me 'sister' anymore?"
Ethan was a man seasoned by the experiences of countless hentai heroines. He struck back decisively: "It's not that I won't call you that, but I'm afraid if I do, you won't let me leave. Besides, with just you alone, if we don't use Dual Cultivation to restore you, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it."
As he spoke, his already recovered, rock-hard, burning, thick dragon gave a forceful thrust against Liara's tender crotch. Liara's body went soft, and the lust in her eyes looked as if it was about to drip out. She wanted to argue, but thinking back to the scene of their cultivation just now, she had to admit that in this kind of battle, ten of her wouldn't be enough to fight Ethan.
His member had filled Liara's sacred goddess womb with thick life essence three times, but for those three opportunities, Liara's entire body had convulsed about a dozen times. Part of it was because it was her first time and her body was sensitive; the other part was entirely due to the gap in skill and strength.
Against Ethan's "Ruyi Jingu Bang"-like burning treasure, no matter how famous the organ or how precious the cave, they were no match. And because of this trait, no matter how strange the peach blossom spring Ethan faced, he could precisely stimulate the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within.
As the images of the cultivation replayed in her mind, the lingering afterglow in her body seemed to spread. Liara felt her limbs go weak; she just wanted to stay slumped against Ethan like this, letting him use her to his heart's content.
Ethan stroked the goddess's smooth, golden-white hair. "Alright, Liara-oneesan, there will be plenty of chances to do it later. Let's resolve the matter with Sephiroth first."
"Humph, 'resolve'? I think you're just hungry for Sephiroth's body." Liara pouted her small mouth and muttered discontentedly.
Just as Liara herself didn't understand how it had come to this, everyone else besides Sephiroth herself could see Ethan's intentions toward her. Ethan didn't argue. Instead, he smiled and said, "Liara-oneesan, don't you want to see how Sephiroth performs in bed? When the time comes, as an experienced senior, you might even be able to make her serve you~"
Under Ethan's suggestive whispering, Liara suddenly became excited. However, this excitement wasn't enough to make her "sell out" Sephiroth directly.
"I won't get involved in that. If you've got the guts, go conquer her yourself."
Liara stood up from Ethan's embrace and began to clean the traces from her body. Thinking of Sephiroth's attitude, she also chose to stay out of it. Ethan felt a bit of regret at failing to turn Liara into a "wingwoman," but it was expected.
Half an hour later, Ethan and Liara arrived at the dining room together. Faced with the teasing looks of the other girls, even someone with Liara's personality felt a bit embarrassed. Even among all of Ethan's women, the speed at which Liara had "given herself away" ranked near the top. Considering her power and status, it was truly a bit incredible.
Fortunately, as the food was served and dinner officially began, everyone's attention shifted.
"Sephiroth-san, we have plenty of empty rooms here..." Ethan brought up the old topic.
This time, likely because of Liara, Sephiroth didn't refuse immediately. Liara naturally understood Ethan's plan, but since she had said she wouldn't interfere, she didn't offer any opinion.
"It's still not quite right for me to live here. If Liara wants, she can stay."
For some reason, Sephiroth was still unwilling to move in. Ethan didn't want to force it. He looked at Liara. "Liara-oneesan, you should stay."
He truly wanted her to stay. Besides Chisato Hasegawa, only Liara, with her Mid-Tier God strength, provided the best boost for his improvement.
"No, I want to be with Sephiroth-san." Liara giggled and said intentionally, "If I live with you, you won't even let me wear my pretty clothes~"
Ethan's face darkened. Those are "pretty clothes"? That outfit had no purpose other than adding spice; it didn't do a single thing an actual piece of clothing was supposed to do!
Internal complaints aside, since Liara had honestly changed into normal clothes, Ethan didn't argue. As for whether she would change back after leaving... a habit held for so many years wouldn't change overnight. Anyway, Sephiroth had seen it for years; seeing it more wouldn't hurt.
"Let's get one thing straight: that outfit is only for the house. If any other man sees you in that, see how I punish you."
"Giggle..."
Ethan couldn't help but offer a reminder, which earned him a round of giggles from the girls. In truth, demon culture was open; Sephiroth's Valkyrie outfit wasn't much better, not to mention Shella's family of succubi. But compared to Sephiroth's light strips of cloth, whether it was leather or armor, the key areas were fully protected. And that kind of outfit was indeed more convenient for battle. Ethan was possessive, but he wasn't unreasonable.
Despite being "threatened" by Ethan, Liara laughed exceptionally happily. Her two plump breasts trembled incessantly, the waves of flesh nearly dizzying anyone watching. Liara blinked her seductive eyes. "Don't worry. Besides you, no other man has seen me in that outfit for years."
Her status was special; she had been hiding in the shadows with Sephiroth for years and almost never went out. When she did, it was for revenge. Forget men—even most women she encountered were killed off. It was because of this that Sephiroth hadn't bothered to correct her fetishistic style of dress.
"Finding a place to live will take time. Why not stay here until then?" Ethan remembered the contact magic circle in his pocket and said, "I happen to have some questions about that magic circle I'd like to ask Liara."
This time, Sephiroth finally didn't refuse. However, Ethan's repeated invitations made her feel a bit strange. If it weren't for her intuition not sounding any alarms, and the fact that her niece Mio and her old friend Shella were there, she would have suspected Ethan had some kind of conspiracy.
Her feeling wasn't wrong; Ethan was indeed plotting for her as a person. Of course, his excuse wasn't entirely fake; he really did have things to discuss regarding the contact magic circle. Thus, seeing Sephiroth agree to stay, Ethan decisively shifted his focus to the magic.
Soul communication was convenient, but its limitations were still great. If they could master and popularize the contact magic circle, both of Ethan's organizations would benefit immensely. Contact magic circles plus mobile phones meant they wouldn't have to worry about losing contact in almost any situation.
However, while Ethan found it easy to master, it was actually a very complex thing. If it were truly simple, a magic circle wouldn't be necessary, and someone would have created it long before Liara. Convenient communication was something that would never go out of style in any era.
"Liara, how did you think of creating this magic?" To understand the principles, Ethan went straight to the source. Logically, magic of this level could only be created by God-class powerhouses. And at that level, there wasn't much need for such communication; they could just teleport and talk face-to-face. Below the God-class, most communication methods were like the "Bluetooth headsets" Rias had given everyone during the Rating Game—a product of tech and magic combined, but with very high limitations.
"Ah?" Liara was surprised by the question and paused before answering. "Sephiroth-san and I were always in hiding. Teleportation magic creates too much of a disturbance. Sometimes when we just wanted to communicate simply, it was very inconvenient, so I thought about whether there was a simpler way to talk."