"Forget it! You go and compete with those other women yourself. I'm not joining that mess."
Sephiroth stretched lazily, her sexy, fiery figure causing even Liara, a fellow peerless goddess, to stare blankly. When beauty reaches a certain level, it captivates both men and women alike. Especially with a heroic, valiant Valkyrie like Sephiroth—her charm was perhaps even more potent toward women than men.
Faced with Sephiroth's rejection, Liara giggled, completely unbothered. Instead, she stared at the other woman's body with interest, looking like she wanted to start groping her. Playful fooling around was common between them in the past, but now that one of them actually had sexual experience, the dynamic felt different.
During these past days, Liara claimed she wouldn't interfere, but her "spectator" mindset led her to provide Ethan with many subconscious assists. Under the constant influence of the atmosphere, the valiant Valkyrie was beginning to feel awkward whenever she faced Ethan. She might be a bit slow, but she wasn't stupid; by now, she realized exactly why Ethan kept insisting she stay over.
But even realizing it, she no longer felt like moving out. Ethan was a close friend of Basara's, which made Sephiroth feel a bit conflicted. Otherwise, after years of celibacy, combined with Ethan's dual cultivation abilities and the "bandwagon effect" from Shella and Liara, she might already be lying in Ethan's bed by now.
While Sephiroth and Liara were joking around, Xuelan and Isabella arrived at Ravel's bedroom. When the two beauties arrived, the atmosphere inside was already heated.
At Ethan's low command of "Come in," Xuelan and Isabella exchanged a look. With flushed faces, they pushed open the half-ajar door, squeezed inside like thieves, and quickly locked it behind them.
Seeing Ravel lying on the bed, her puffy skirt pushed up to her waist and her slender legs in white silk stockings hooked over Ethan's shoulders, the two girls couldn't help but feel nervous despite their preparation. Beyond the nerves, there was curiosity. They understood the act and had heard about it many times from the other sisters, but they had never witnessed it in person.
Despite the presence of two more beauties, Ethan didn't stop. He had his head buried in the fragrant garden of the young girl, pushing her cute pink panties aside as his tongue flicked against the soft petals. His fingers were spread wide, thrusting into the tight flower valley. He tried to push his finger deeper, only stopping when he felt the resistance of a thin membrane.
Ethan didn't plan on taking Ravel first. Instead, he sat up and looked at the two standing behind him.
"As bridesmaid maids, you can't just stand there and watch the show forever."
A flash of light emanated from Ethan's body, revealing his tall, athletic frame. His "little brother," already excited, stood tall and proud.
Xuelan and Isabella looked at each other. Ultimately, the Chinese cheongsam girl was more shy; she took a step back, gesturing for the masked Isabella to go first.
Isabella was naturally more open-minded. Combined with the half-mask on her face, she quickly adapted after the initial shock. Steeling her nerves, she stepped forward and gripped the burning member. "What do you want me to do... lick it?"
"If you don't mind..."
Ethan loved blowjobs, but Isabella clearly didn't know the technique yet. Shrugging, he said, "Take your clothes off first. I'll teach you the more advanced plays later."
Watching Ravel gasping on the bed nearby, Isabella focused her gaze and took a deep breath. Her long, snow-white hands slowly hooked under the hem of her sexy, midriff-baring short sleeve. Enduring the shame, she closed her eyes and lifted her arms, peeling the shirt off her smooth, rounded shoulders.
The thin, narrow shirt slid down her delicate skin to the floor. Her white hands moved to her waist, and the button of her jeans gave a crisp click. Soon, a pair of white, straight legs were completely exposed. Isabella stepped out of the fallen pants, her smooth, flat belly almost brushing against Ethan's turgid member.
The orange-haired, bold beauty stood before her friend and her mistress, displaying her hot, sexy body to Ethan. Her skin was white as curdled fat, her breasts firm and towering, her buttocks rounded and heart-shaped. Her long legs and exquisite feet were fully exposed to the air.
Isabella felt shy under Ethan's gaze. She hugged her arms and turned her head away, whispering, "Okay... what next?"
"Next, you just need to cooperate."
Ethan smiled. He didn't have time to give Isabella a slow tutorial; she wasn't the first, and he had experienced far more impressive beauties many times. As soon as he spoke, Ethan scooped Isabella up by her waist and legs.
"Ah—!"
The sudden loss of footing made the girl instinctively wrap her arms around Ethan's neck. She huddled into his chest, her firm breasts pressing involuntarily against his torso.
"You..."
The burning sensation from her waist and legs made the visible half of Isabella's face turn bright red. She instinctively struggled to pull away.
"Be good. Just listen and cooperate."
Ethan wasn't annoyed; he knew this was just her instinct. He comforted her in a low voice. Realizing what was happening, Isabella stopped struggling. Her sexy body leaned into him as he carried her to the bed, placing her beside the panting Ravel.
A naked man and woman lay down next to the golden-haired devil heiress. The bed was huge, but Ravel still shifted over to give Ethan and Isabella enough space. Ethan pressed Isabella down, one hand on her waist and the other sliding along her smooth legs, vaguely heading toward her pink, hairless crotch.
Looking at Ethan's handsome face slowly approaching, even without deep emotional roots, Isabella's female instincts began to respond. It sounded a bit funny, but as Ethan acquired more women, he focused more on physical sensation than romance. For people like Liara and Isabella, it was purely a matter of possession and lust. Similarly, the beauties' feelings for Ethan usually started with their bodies. However, he didn't think this was a bad thing; it saved a lot of mental exhaustion.
Am I going to be kissed... Does kissing really feel good?
Ethan's face was now incredibly close, their lips almost touching. Their hot breaths mingled, making Isabella's head spin and her mind wander. Even though they were completely naked, they hadn't actually kissed yet. The girl didn't know how to react.
In the next second, the imagined softness landed on her lips. Their mouths met completely, and the girl's body tensed up. Gradually, under Ethan's expert teasing, the burning softness easily broke through her defenses and probed between her teeth.
The moment that softness touched the tip of her tongue, an electric current shot up from her feet to her brain. Isabella shuddered violently, her pupils dilating. Her mind was filled with nothing but disbelief and intense excitement. Her paralyzed body didn't know what to do next; she could only be held in Ethan's arms as she numbing moved her fragrant tongue.
Mm... so soft... so good...
Ravel, watching from the side, pouted. She hadn't even tried such a wonderful kiss yet, and Isabella had beaten her to it. It wasn't that Ethan didn't want to kiss Ravel; he had just kissed her "lower mouth" and was afraid she'd find it gross if he went straight for her upper one. In reality, beyond a sweet scent, there was no foul smell. The stronger the power, the fewer impurities in the body. The fluids of a healthy, powerful beauty have no unpleasant odor.
The kiss didn't last long. Sensing the girl in his arms was aroused, Ethan pulled away. Scientifically, the tongue doesn't have many "sensitive" nerves, so it shouldn't cause a major physiological reaction, but the truth was the opposite. Kissing is exceptionally good at triggering arousal, much like watching a movie; it continuously sends signals to the brain.
"So wet..."
Separating her drenched thighs, Ethan's hot hand touched the entrance of her flower valley. The girl was overflowing with juices, inviting him in. Ethan straightened his waist and easily guided the head of his member to the entrance of the peach orchard.
"It hurts..."
With a soft cry from the girl, all the prerequisites for Dual Cultivation healing were met. Feeling the tight wrap and constriction around his member, Ethan began to stimulate Isabella's body to help her escape the pain and welcome the pleasure.
About three minutes later, the bitterness of the "first time" passed. Feeling the unfamiliar fullness in her lower abdomen and an indescribable tingly numbness, Isabella's slender waist began to sway. Seeing this, Ethan smiled and began to thrust actively.
The steaming hot cultivation made Ravel, watching from the side, feel feverish. Her garden, already licked wet by Ethan, began to secrete even more fluids. Xuelan, standing by the bed, was also twisting her body. Her long legs under the blue cheongsam were clamped tight, as if afraid something shameful would leak out if she separated them.
After absorbing the succubus bloodlines from Shella and her daughters, Ethan's succubus traits had been boosted. He could usually control it, but not during Dual Cultivation. As time passed and desire surged, the virgins Xuelan and Ravel actually began to play with their own flower valleys with their fingers, thrusting in and out with "squelching" sounds.
One lay beside Ethan, thrusting her finger in sync with him. The other stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Ethan's rising and falling waist, secretly reaching into the slit of her cheongsam to rub her clitoris...