Ravel's little white teeth were certainly strong, but they were still a long way from breaking Ethan's natural defenses. However, in a moment like this, Ethan couldn't maintain his magical barrier. Not only did he have to drop his guard, but he also had to actively lower his physical durability. Otherwise, if Ravel bit down, the rebound force would likely leave her with very few teeth left.
Compared to the girl's worry, Ethan didn't think much of it. The sight of blood was startling, but it was merely a surface wound. Once Ravel let go, a single pulse of magic would heal it instantly.
Looking at Ravel's anxious face, Ethan smiled tenderly, stroking her golden, silky hair. "Compared to the pain you're feeling, what does a little blood matter?"
Ethan was telling the truth, but to Ravel's ears, his words were filled with a romantic weight. She was deeply moved, hugging his body tightly, her heart overflowing with excitement and happiness. No matter how much of a "man of steel" Ethan was, living among a garden of women every day had taught him a thing or two about a girl's heart.
Thus, Ethan didn't speak further, nor did he rush to continue the cultivation. Instead, he held Ravel's soft, boneless, exquisite body, quietly savoring this rare moment of warmth and beauty.
It took a while for Ravel to recover from her emotional state. She lifted her small head from his warm chest, looking at him with a bashful expression. "Lord Ethan, does your shoulder still hurt?"
"What do you think?" Ethan teased, pinching her cute little nose.
"I think it must hurt a lot," the sharp-tongued heiress said, uncharacteristically apologetic and shy.
Seeing her remorseful gaze, Ethan chuckled and pinched her pure, lovely cheek. "I'm joking. As my Queen, you should know what kind of power I have."
Hearing this, Ravel remembered that Ethan was now a God-class powerhouse. Even if she had become a High-class Devil, unless Ethan actively removed his defense, her bite wouldn't have caused significant damage. Realizing this, Ravel calmed down and gave Ethan a playful, shy glare.
"I know... Lord Ethan is the strongest..."
"Heh, you haven't experienced the 'strongest' part yet."
Ethan mischievously thrust his hips, cutting off the girl's retort.
"Ngh...!" Ravel's face flushed red, and she let out an involuntary, seductive moan.
"You adapt quickly," Ethan remarked, feeling the changes in her body. "As expected of the Phenex bloodline. This self-healing ability, even without actively using magic, far surpasses normal regeneration."
Before Ravel could respond, Ethan kissed her slightly parted red lips. His tongue darted into her mouth, finding her small pink tongue and wrapping around it, suckling and licking wantonly. While they kissed, Ethan reached down to cup her plump, snow-white breasts, kneading and massaging them. Low moans began to escape from Ravel's sexy lips.
After a long kiss, Ethan finally released her tender lips. Seeing her flushed face and ragged breathing, he chuckled and whispered into her reddened ear, "Ravel, does it still hurt?"
A shy expression immediately took over her elegant face. Ravel knew exactly what he wanted to do, and she was both embarrassed and curious. Enduring her shyness, she whispered, "Lord Ethan... I'm ready..."
Finding her red face incredibly cute, Ethan gave her sexy lips another peck. "Good. My Queen, let us begin the cultivation then."
He braced his hands on either side of Ravel's flawless white body and lowered his head, his tongue licking and kissing across her snowy breasts. The waves of pleasure made the girl forget her shyness. Under her super-regeneration, her secret garden also forgot the previous pain, and her face once again showed an expression of enjoyment and longing.
The girl gasped for air, her mouth slightly open as seductive moans echoed through the pink-themed bedroom. The enchanting sounds reached the ears of Isabella and Xuelan. Hearing their lady's cries, the two girls, who had just regained some sanity, began to feel hot again. They instinctively began to stroke their own breasts, their eyes filled with a flicker of longing. They glanced at each other, both noticing the other's movements, shared a moment of embarrassment, and then shifted their gaze back to the couple in the center of the bed.
After teasing Ravel's body for a while, Ethan saw her eyes closed in bliss. He slowly arched his body, sliding forward and then back, beginning a rhythmic swing above the girl. As his member entered and exited Ravel's wet garden, she let out audible cries of comfort, her face a mix of pained pleasure.
Though her healing power was strong, as Ethan drove deeper, touching every unmapped inch of her interior, the strange, aching pressure still made Ravel lose control. To fully adapt, she would need to be thoroughly "explored" by Ethan at least once. However, this ache was different from the initial pain of losing her virginity; once she endured it, she felt even more pleasure. Her small hands instinctively moved to her own chest, kneading her soft white mounds.
Seeing the passion on Ravel's face, Ethan was satisfied. He moved rhythmically atop her. His hot, hard member slid in and out of the narrow garden, dragging out strings of slippery fluids that dripped onto the soaked sheets. The intense pleasure made Ravel feel incredibly happy, and strange, high-pitched cries escaped her lips.
A girl's cries are the best aphrodisiac for a man, and Ethan was no exception. Hearing Ravel's gasps, his blood boiled. His speed increased, and crystal-clear fluids were churned out by his rapid thrusting, leaving both of their lower bodies drenched. Ethan watched her sexy expressions as he worked, feeling a sense of profound fulfillment.
Having experienced so much, physical pleasure alone was no longer enough to truly move Ethan, even if the girl beneath him was the high-born Phenex princess. Unless someone is truly obsessed with lust, after tasting various beauties, one eventually finds a certain redundancy in the act. However, because these girls were the "waifus" he had once loved as fictional characters, and because of the requirements of his Dual Cultivation talent, he remained deeply engaged.
Seeing the girls satisfied, comfortable, or even begging for mercy had become his new pursuit. Seeing them submit to his "activity" gave him a sense of achievement.
Watching Ravel's overwhelmed reaction, Ethan happily gripped her slender waist and accelerated his movements. The rapid thrusting created a continuous "slap, slap" sound. Slippery fluids, mixed with a hint of red blood, were dragged out of the garden and onto the sheets. Ravel's eyes were misty and blurred; she opened her mouth as ambiguous sounds poured from her throat.
"Lord Ethan...!"
Hearing her cries, Ethan's smile grew wider. He leaned down over her snowy body, gripping her waist tightly as he kissed her breasts. He took her red bud into his mouth, suckling and licking it wantonly while his lower body never stopped. His thick member plunged in and out of her warming, tightening garden.
This drove the girl to let out even stranger cries, which reached the ears of Isabella and Xuelan, turning their faces even redder. The two girls increased the pressure of their own hands on their bodies, and milky-white fluids began to leak from their own narrow pink gardens—a mix of unabsorbed life essence and their own natural honey. A sweet, musky scent filled the air.
Ethan's speed reached a crescendo, and Ravel's cries became louder. The sound of their bodies colliding formed a rhythmic melody. Suddenly, Ethan felt the warm folds of Ravel's garden begin to constrict. A powerful suction from deep within gripped the head of his member. Her body arched upward, her face showing a mix of pain and extreme excitement.