Ravel froze for a moment, subconsciously glancing at Xuelan and Isabella beside her. The two girls didn't speak; they simply nodded, indicating that everything was up to their lady's decision.
Ravel was conflicted. She didn't know Cerys. Being with a complete stranger was entirely different from being with her own servants. However, as Ethan's Queen, she wanted to know why the girl was so desperate to find him. The matter of monitoring Mio Naruse had become almost a joke; the girls had practically forgotten about it. By now, even the Nonaka sisters' past as Braves was a distant memory. Ethan had mentioned it involved the Brave clans, but she couldn't immediately connect it to surveillance.
Ethan saw Ravel's hesitation and explained, "If you're not willing, forget it. I can see her tomorrow just the same. Cerys is probably just here to continue monitoring us to ensure we don't cause too much destruction to the human world."
"Her? Monitoring us?" Ravel asked in confusion. "Is she strong? She sounds quite young."
With Ethan's current strength, unless a monitor was at least Maou-class, they wouldn't stand a chance. A High-tier God could interfere with mental magic or temporarily erase memories with ease; unless they possessed a conceptual talent like Basara Tojo's, resistance was futile below the Maou-class.
Did Cerys have that? The answer was no. As a Brave, her talent was great, and in terms of pure combat power, she wasn't inferior to Basara. But compared to Rias and the others, she fell short, let alone compared to the "cheat-code" that was Ethan.
"Uh... she's alright..." Ethan's impression of Cerys was faint, but since she was a late-game character, she was likely quite powerful. "Should be S-class?"
"Oh, that's not bad then. Similar to the others from before." Ravel nodded understandingly. For a human to reach the level of a High-class Devil in her teens, even with a holy relic or Sacred Gear, was impressive. Mastery of a Sacred Gear was a testament to one's ability.
Ravel's curiosity was piqued. She was still short one member for her peerage. If possible...
"Lord Ethan, let her in." Ravel snuggled into Ethan's chest. Positioned between Xuelan and Isabella, her sensitive areas would be mostly hidden even if Cerys entered.
Ethan smiled and stroked Ravel's golden hair, then called out to the door, "Cerys Leidhart, come in."
Cerys didn't hesitate. She pushed open the unlocked door and stepped inside. Meanwhile, Yuki Nonaka, her mission complete, hurried away with a flushed face, fearing she might lose control and join in if she saw the scene behind the door.
"Lord Red Dragon Emperor, excuse the intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself again. I am Cerys Leidhart, a Brave from the Vatican..." Closing the door behind her, the tall blonde beauty placed a hand over her chest and bowed slightly.
But when she finished her bow and looked up, she was so shocked by the display of carnal passion that she lost her voice. She had waited outside for several minutes, assuming Ethan was cleaning up and that the scene wouldn't be too stimulating.
Instead, Ethan hadn't stopped at all—in fact, he had intensified his efforts. One man and three women were entangled in a white blur of long jade legs, flushed faces, and ambiguous gasps. Despite the shielding bodies of Xuelan and Isabella, she knew exactly what Ethan was doing to Ravel.
Yet, because Ethan was handsome and the three girls were breathtaking, the scene didn't feel disgusting. Instead, it possessed a heart-stirring allure. Scenting the room's mixture of floral fragrance and musky sweetness, Cerys's long legs in black tights instinctively pressed together beneath her short white pleated skirt.
Ravel, currently enduring Ethan's second onslaught, took a moment to size up Cerys. While not peerless, she was a top-tier beauty. From her aura, she was still a virgin—joining the group wouldn't be out of the question. As for strength, it was hard to tell without combat. Sacred Gears were nearly impossible to sense when inactive. Judging purely by her spirit energy, she was significantly stronger than the Nonaka sisters had been, likely possessing S-class combat power.
Yes, an excellent candidate for my peerage, Ravel thought. With that decided, she let go of her remaining inhibitions. She treated her subordinates well—not quite like Rias's "family" approach, but she was protective. In Ravel's mind, only she (and now Ethan) was allowed to tease or bully her servants.
Ethan was also observing the righteous Cerys. She was just as he vaguely remembered, though more seductive in person. Especially those long, rounded legs in black silk; they made him accelerate his rhythm against Ravel.
Seeing Cerys dazed, Ethan took the lead. "I know why you're here. We can fulfill the agreement, but do you think it still has any meaning?"
Cerys snapped back to reality, suppressing a strange throb in her heart. "I know my strength is nothing to you, but if I retreated just because I was outmatched, I wouldn't have made it this far."
"If we really intended to do something, you alone couldn't stop... mgh..." Ethan's distraction seemed to annoy Ravel. Her "garden" suddenly tightened around him, causing him to let out a muffled groan of pleasure.
He paused the conversation to kiss the fullness of Ravel's snowy breasts. When he looked up, Ravel's face was a map of crimson, and she was panting heavily. It wasn't that she was annoyed; Ethan had instinctively increased his speed and technique while talking, pushing the sensitive Ravel to her second peak.
To give Ravel a break, Ethan shifted his focus. He laid Xuelan down—she had been rubbing her body against him nearby. He withdrew his wet, burning dragon from Ravel and drove it into Xuelan's drooling, pink little mouth below.
"Nnnh..." Xuelan's eyes half-closed in satisfaction, drawing an envious look from Isabella. During the intense session, her mask had fallen off, revealing a beautiful, valiant face filled with longing.
"Lord Ethan... according to the order, wasn't it my turn?" Isabella pouted.
"Uh... right away, right away..." Ethan paused. He did favor Xuelan, but just now he had acted on instinct. He gave Isabella an awkward smile and pulled her close, caressing her smooth back.
Cerys's face was flaming. When she saw the massive male symbol fully revealed before her, she felt her heart skip a beat. Even though it was just a glimpse, the image of Ethan's member was burned into her mind. Because they had changed positions, the sight of Ethan plunging into Xuelan was now completely exposed to Cerys's view.
The Vatican Brave knew she should look away, but her eyes wouldn't obey. She watched the "dragon" slide in and out as Xuelan let out kitten-like gasps of bliss. Suddenly, Cerys realized her own panties were becoming damp. She regretted not waiting until morning, but retreating now would make her look even more useless.
After a while, Ethan kissed Isabella until she was breathless while his lower body worked Xuelan. He then looked back at Cerys, who was standing not far away, her black-stockinged legs rubbing together restlessly. Seeing her reaction, Ethan felt certain.
In his memory, Cerys had succumbed within a month in the original timeline. Though that involved other factors, it was clear she was susceptible. Now, Ethan's succubus traits were as strong as any demon's, and the impact of watching a real Dual Cultivation session at close range was massive.
"Cerys," Ethan smiled. "If you want to continue close-range surveillance, you'll be seeing this quite often."
In his mind, she was here for Mio Naruse. Mio wouldn't cultivate with him every day, but three times a week was the minimum. After all, Mio was one of the few girls who could rival Rias in talent and potential.