On the first floor of the mansion, Yubelluna and the other girls were chatting while they worked.
"It's finally Xuelan and Isabella's turn. Those two have waited long enough."
"Tell me about it. But since Lady Ravel gave the order, you'd have to wait willingly too."
"It's not without benefits, though. During this time, Lord Ethan's strength has improved a lot. They say he's God-class now. The healing effect must be even better."
A week had passed, and the news of Ethan becoming a God-class powerhouse had spread. If Yubelluna and the others were curious, they could just ask him. But beyond satisfying curiosity, it didn't really change much. Plus, Ethan had been busy with Liara lately, so they tactfully didn't disturb him.
"Niru, are you really talking about the healing effect? Giggle~"
"Hmph, Iru, don't tell me you don't want to be 'healed' again?"
The green-haired twin lollies were small and cute, but they were more addicted to the "healing" than the other girls. As they talked, the atmosphere gradually changed. Aside from Rias and the other elite girls, most of the others only got a turn once a week. But honestly, the girls in the villa were lucky; they got to cultivate with Ethan far more often than the heroines from the other worlds who only got to see him once every half-month in a group of ten or twenty.
As Ethan's harem grew, this was inevitable. Luckily, in a world of supernatural power, strength determined everything. Palace intrigue and catfights weren't really possible. It wasn't that no girls with strong personalities or high needs had thought of leaving, but once you were in Ethan's bed, leaving was difficult. The unique restriction of the Dual Cultivation—or rather, its side effect—completely cut off those thoughts. After breaking his mental blocks, Ethan had even taken the time to add an extra layer of "insurance" to the girls, ensuring they couldn't have relationships with other men. He hadn't even spared the ordinary girls he originally intended to just be casual partners.
He was just that petty, that possessive, and that hypocritical. Regardless of what anyone else thought, Ethan felt refreshed and clear-headed after doing so.
In Ravel's room, as if echoing the girls' conversation downstairs, Isabella's sexy body convulsed violently under Ethan's assault.
"Ah... I can't... no more..."
The girl's eyes rolled back, and crystalline saliva dripped from her lips as her long legs clamped tightly around Ethan's waist.
"Sss—"
The vaginal walls spasmed and tightened. Ethan was immediately stimulated into grabbing the white mounds in his hands and thrusting faster and deeper.
"As expected of the Rook piece, this body is intense..."
Since the other two beauties nearby were already impatient, Ethan didn't linger. He opened his mind and poured waves of pure life energy into Isabella's tight, responsive body. At the moment of climax, Ethan pressed firmly against Isabella's waist, not letting her move, forcing her most sacred womb to accept the entire load.
Even with Ethan controlling it, the massive life energy was more than an inexperienced girl could easily handle. Despite Isabella's desperate attempt to absorb and convert it to heal her body, her flat belly gradually began to bulge.
After a minute, ensuring the healing was perfectly achieved, Ethan let Isabella go, panting. Isabella was completely drained of strength; the moment he let go, she went limp on the bed. Looking at Isabella's gaping lower mouth leaking milky-white life energy, and her dazed, helpless expression, Ethan's desire, which had briefly ebbed, surged again.
Fortunately, there were two more beauties ready. He didn't have to hold back, nor did he have to cruelly continue destroying the already exhausted Isabella. Because their treatment had been delayed, Xuelan and Isabella's strength had fallen to the bottom tier. Even as a Rook, Isabella's combat power wasn't very high. Xuelan was slightly better. The Chinese martial artist never stopped training; even if her magic hadn't progressed, she exercised her body every day.
Ravel was still looking at Ethan with misty eyes, one hand lifting her skirt and the other on her chest. Her top was open, her bra pushed up to her collarbone, leaving her red, swollen, and tender breasts exposed, swaying slightly with her breathing. Below her skirt, her drenched pink panties hung loosely.
Facing such a sight, even a god wouldn't be able to resist. Ethan's semi-soft dragon twitched, his eyes full of lust.
"Ravel-chan, are you sure you want Xuelan to go first?"
Faced with Ethan's question, Ravel swallowed hard. She wanted it badly, but the thought of doing what Isabella just did while Xuelan watched made her unable to speak. Ethan and Ravel had agreed to let the other two go first; otherwise, he wouldn't have just been teasing her earlier. In this mansion, Ethan could start a party anywhere, anytime, without any scruples.
Seeing Ravel silent, the cute Chinese cheongsam beauty stepped forward to share her mistress's burden. Though she felt ashamed, her loyalty to Ravel outweighed it. Of course, the fact that she was about to explode herself played a part.
Xuelan, swallowing her saliva, crawled toward Ethan with a slight tremble. She stared hungrily at the massive dragon before her, kicked off her shoes, unzipped her cheongsam, and knelt before Ethan with her back turned to him. She pulled her soaked white panties down to her mid-thighs and spread her wet flower petals with her hands.
Ethan knew that for a Chinese girl, Xuelan doing this was already the absolute limit. He didn't push her further or force her to say anything more explicit. Looking at the black-haired girl with hair buns kneeling before him with her butt in the air, Ethan's heart felt strange.
In his memories of Japanese anime, there weren't many Chinese girls. Xuelan was a relatively famous one, though she was just a minor character in the original.
Pulling his drifting thoughts back, Ethan focused on the girl before him. Xuelan was slightly smaller than Isabella but taller than Ravel—a perfectly balanced figure. Her long-term martial arts training gave her a slender, youthful, and energetic physique. Her curves were even more refined than Isabella's. What Ethan craved most were those straight, slender legs.
After waiting a moment without feeling Ethan's touch, Xuelan became restless. She swayed her hips, her black eyes looking like deep pools of spring water—lustful spring water. The girl looked at Ethan with watery eyes. "Lord Ethan... please come favor me..."
Hearing her use those traditional, classic terms, Ethan's soul felt a spark of nostalgia. For the first time in a long while, he spoke in Chinese: "Xuelan, from now on, stay by my side as my personal maid."
In her state of arousal, the girl didn't notice the change in language and answered smoothly, "Yes, Xuelan is willing..."
The unfamiliar language made Ravel pause her self-pleasure. Once she realized what it was, she didn't care. With magic assistance, supernatural beings in this world didn't have language barriers. As the eldest daughter of the Phenex family, she had mastered various languages since childhood. It was just that Chinese was difficult and rarely used, so it was a surprise. She assumed Ethan was just doing it for roleplay.
In reality, more than roleplay, Ethan saw his own roots in Xuelan. For once, he felt a genuine emotional connection. It wasn't just love; it was something distinct from pure lust. In his excitement, Ethan grabbed her snowy buttocks and knelt behind her. He pulled her slippery butt-cheeks apart and leaned in, greedily extending his tongue to lick the sweet juices flowing from her flower valley.
"Mm... nnh..."
Xuelan's body tensed up. She gave Ethan a look that was half-reproachful and half-longing before burying her head in her arms, letting Ethan taste the secret garden that made her so ashamed.
"Mm... so sweet... Xuelan, you're just like your name. You even smell like orchids."
"Ah..." Xuelan was mortified but felt incredible, unable to stop herself from lifting her head and moaning.
"Lord Ethan..."
"Call me Master."
"Ooh... Master Ethan..."
The girl's delicate voice, paired with that familiar language, gave Ethan a different kind of psychological satisfaction. Only a true Chinese girl could nail that specific tone; the way she said "Master" felt alive and vivid, making his whole body tingle.