It was early December, and the daylight hours were short.
After the girls finished their lunch, they hurried off to their respective tasks, whether it was magic practice or household duties. The restless succubus lolly, Maria, was suppressed by her mother, Shella, and forced back to her room alongside Lucia to enter a state of meditative seclusion. They needed to digest the excess vital essence and life energy lingering in their bodies.
There was no real rush, though. Barring any accidents, Ethan wouldn't be leaving Ravel's bedroom until tomorrow morning. While Maria could use her youth as an excuse to be greedy for "treats," Shella, as a mother, had to maintain discipline. She knew all too well that if they constantly intruded without regard for the occasion, the three succubi would quickly become the targets of resentment from the other girls.
Ethan didn't pay much mind to the subtle power dynamics among the women, but Shella wasn't confident that her family of three could outmaneuver the likes of Rias and her circle. Shella hadn't become the Succubus Goddess yet; and even if she did, she wasn't sure she could beat the newcomer Liara, let alone Rias and Akeno, whose strength was skyrocketing. Within half a year, this group of gifted young women would likely undergo a qualitative soul transformation and become God-class powerhouses.
To achieve this goal, Ethan worked tirelessly day and night. Right now, he was so busy he didn't even have time for a proper lunch—he could only "eat" the beautiful girl beneath him.
Amidst Xuelan's melodious and suggestive moans, Ethan's cultivation speed increased. His thick member plunged deep into her garden every time, striking the vivid red "flower heart" at her depths. The intense stimulation caused the girl to instinctively arch her back, her hands gripping Ethan's body as she practically hung off him.
Though she was suspended in his arms, her light weight was nothing to Ethan. The speed of his thrusts remained constant, driving deep inside before pulling back rapidly. Strings of milky-white fluid were dragged out by his member, dripping onto Ravel's cute pink bedsheets.
While thrusting, Ethan admired the bun-haired beauty's bashful expression and listened to her enchanting cries. The sound only fueled his excitement, pushing the intensity of the workout even higher. He drove the girl to let out increasingly high-pitched, seductive, and adorable sounds.
"Ah...!"
Under the rapid friction, the girl, tasting the fruits of Dual Cultivation for the first time, inevitably reached her peak. Her slender, beautiful body trembled in Ethan's arms; her legs clamped tight for a moment before falling limp, splayed wide across the bed.
As the girl's primal yin was released, Ethan felt a sudden surge of heat. He instantly absorbed it all, converting it into pure energy to bolster his own magical power. This energy circulated through his body, growing stronger before being surged back out through his member as pure life essence for healing and cultivation.
Once, twice, three times...
Xuelan had only released her essence once, but Ethan repaid her by filling her womb to the brim. The girl's flat belly bulged slightly, yet it still couldn't contain it all. She lacked the special traits of a succubus and wasn't strong enough to absorb the energy quickly. Consequently, waves of overflowing life essence erupted from the depths of her garden. However, since the exit was plugged by Ethan's thick member, the fluid couldn't spray out and could only slowly seep around the edges.
When the cultivation was complete, Xuelan felt a wave of numb weakness wash over her. She released her grip on Ethan's back and sank into the large white bed, her eyes closed in total bliss. Her red, sexy lips gasped for air, occasionally letting out soft, enchanting hums.
Beyond the peak of pleasure, the primary effect was the healing from the Dual Cultivation. It repaired her delicate frame, giving her a sense of natural wholeness so perfect she wished she could stay submerged in it forever.
Though their power gap was too large for her to significantly boost his mana through regular means, her primal yin still gave Ethan's magic a noticeable bump. He was very satisfied with the result. Furthermore, sensing his physical combat talents being reinforced once again, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
The two consecutive rounds of cultivation felt long, but in reality, only a little over an hour had passed. The girls downstairs had only just finished their lunch.
Both Isabella and Xuelan, having just lost their virginity, were incredibly sensitive and couldn't last very long. To complete the treatment quickly, Ethan didn't intentionally hold back; instead, he maximized his own sensitivity to match the girls' rhythm. While it was satisfying to push a beauty to the point of a "broken" expression, he had a long road ahead and Ravel was still waiting, so he played it relatively safe.
In truth, with his current strength and the Dual Cultivation ability, he could easily push any girl to a state of total collapse. No matter how much life energy he expended, he could recover it seamlessly.
After a brief moment of intimacy, waiting for Xuelan's afterglow to subside, Ethan turned his gaze toward his "Queen."
Ravel's future figure would likely rival Liara's, but she hadn't fully filled out yet. Even though she was burning with desire, her flushed, exquisite face still carried a hint of youthful innocence. This touch of innocence didn't make her seem childish; rather, combined with her watery eyes and her disheveled dress, it stimulated Ethan's excitement to a fever pitch.
Xuelan, now so satisfied she was almost paralyzed, had a dazed, blissful smile that made Ravel want to push Ethan over and ride him herself. Ethan hadn't expected Ravel to be so easily provoked. He had planned to savor this "main course" slowly, but the moment they touched, the tsundere, sharp-tongued devil heiress began to meet him with a fierce offensive.
Ethan wasn't some dense, "kind-hearted" protagonist; he had known Ravel's feelings for a long time. It probably started as curiosity, but after his duel with that "blonde turkey" Raiser, her inner ideals were awakened. Combined with her instinct to follow the strong and her family's push, she had gone from being the object of Ethan's lust to actively pursuing him.
As Ethan's Queen, being proactive seemed only natural. While not every Queen piece in the peerage had to be the King's lover, when they were of opposite genders, nine out of ten had a complicated relationship. As for the tenth... they were usually just blatant about it.
Feeling Ravel's initiative, Ethan was startled for a moment before a smile broke out. He wrapped his arms around the devil girl's delicate body and squeezed her firm little butt. The tingling sensation on her backside was highly effective; Ravel breathed out a scent like orchids and began to whimper softly.
"Ah... Lord Ethan..."
"Why are you calling me 'Lord' again?"
"Ooh... I like calling you 'Lord.' Just like how you made Xuelan call you 'Master'..."
Ethan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. One hand caressed Ravel's smooth back while the other slipped quietly between her thighs, pressing against her tender garden through her soaked panties.
"Fine. Then this 'Lord' will take good care of his disobedient Queen."
"Mm...!"
Ravel couldn't help but let out a low moan. Having Ethan press against her honeyed spot—even through a layer of cotton—allowed her to feel the heat and shape of his fingers. The girl instinctively wiggled her hips, whether to pull away or to seek stronger stimulation, it wasn't clear.
Ethan's fingers were expert. No matter where Ravel's butt moved, his fingers followed, impossible to shake off. Having just watched two close-up live performances, Ravel was well aware of how incredible Ethan's technique was. Once the initial excitement passed, she relinquished control, cooperating with him to find even more pleasure.
Their skin pressed tight against each other. Ethan's hard, pulsing dragon poked under her puffy skirt, resting against her lower belly through her pink panties. The burning, hard sensation made the girl tremble. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Lord Ethan... please help me cultivate..."
"Gladly!"
With that, Ethan pressed his body over Ravel's and captured her lips. His tongue drove straight into her moist, fragrant mouth, licking everywhere with reckless abandon. He licked the soft inner lining of her cheeks, her slippery, sweet tongue, and the roof of her mouth. Their saliva mingled and flowed.
Ethan licked until Ravel's heart felt itchy and her lust reached a boiling point. She used her own sweet tongue to duel with his, their tongues tangling together in an affectionate dance. After a few moments of passionate kissing, Ethan felt it wasn't enough. He clamped his mouth over her tongue, sucking greedily, swallowing her flower-scented and fire-tinged saliva as if it were sweet nectar.
Ravel's white face was now as red as if she were drunk. Her eyebrows were arched with lust, and her eyes were half-open, her tongue lolling out helplessly for Ethan to enjoy. She had completely forgotten that Ethan was also working on her "lower mouth," lost entirely in the intense wet kiss.
Ethan's large hands began to roam over Ravel's petite but surprisingly well-endowed body. His mouth moved from her lips down to her jade-like neck, lingering to leave a few bright red hickeys. Her pink dress was a back-button style; as Ethan's hands moved, it was quietly unfastened, followed by her matching pink lace bra.
With two crisp clicks, the girl's cute, rounded, snow-white breasts were revealed to Ethan without any further obstruction.