Ethan was fully in favor of Riveal's proposal to counterattack the Underworld. With the three of them joined together, there was no place in this world they couldn't conquer. Ophis, though peaceful by nature, was no mindless saint; seeing both Ethan and Riveal take a stand, she naturally gave her full support.
"Hades alone isn't a problem," Ophis noted, her voice calm but firm. "But to prevent Sakra and his lot from interfering, it's best if we increase our power a bit more."
Ophis hadn't forgotten their original goal. Even if she didn't have to fight Riveal anymore, going to the Underworld required as much strength as possible. Riveal agreed immediately; having learned about the legendary effects of dual-cultivating with Ethan, she was beyond excited. The only thing left was for her to finalize her human appearance.
Initially, Ethan thought he would have to "character-create" a waifu for himself, a prospect that would have thrilled him in the past. But after experiencing so many world-class beauties, he didn't have a specific craving left. He only had one request: white hair and crimson eyes.
He decided to let Riveal choose her own look. If she designed it herself, she'd be happy with it, and it would be a surprise for him.
While Riveal agonized over the details, Ethan's attention was caught by Ophis mentioning Sakra (Indra). He recalled the myths of the East and realized the Underworld's "Anti-Dragon" weapons might be part of a much larger divine conspiracy. However, a man who probes too much into politics while a goddess is waiting for him to probe her is a man destined to be hated. He dropped the subject.
Seeing Ethan and Ophis beginning to get heated, Riveal panicked. She realized Ophis was being halfway deliberate, teasing her because she hadn't finished her "body" yet.
"Fine! I don't care anymore!" Riveal snapped, glaring at Ophis. The white light surrounding her began to shift and solidify.
Within seconds, the light vanished. Standing where Riveal had been was a stunning, sexy woman—a carbon copy of Ophis, but with white hair and crimson eyes. She had the same massive breasts, long legs, slender waist, and even the same hip-length hair and sexy elf ears.
By mimicking Ophis's perfection, Riveal ensured she wouldn't lose in the beauty department. In fact, for Ethan, seeing the two strongest Dragon Gods as "Twin Sisters"—one black, one white—was a visual stimulus that sent his arousal into overdrive.
Ophis noticed Ethan's immediate "expansion" and rolled her eyes. Men...
"Then let's begin the training," Ethan said, licking his lips. "Who's first?"
He was leaning toward Riveal—not just for the novelty of the "White Ophis," but because Riveal was a Peak Dragon God and a virgin. The dual cultivation would likely push him into the High-Stage Dragon God realm in one go.
"Since you're helping me get revenge," Ophis said, crossing her arms and stepping back, "I'll let you two go first." She wanted to watch Riveal's inevitable transition from proud goddess to a shamed, screaming mess—just like she had been.
Ethan didn't wait. He grabbed the sexy white-haired mature woman and smashed his lips against hers.
"Mmm... Ethan... ah... hah..." Riveal melted into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his. As a being born from dreams, she knew the concept of passion, but the physical sensation was far more intoxicating than any dream.
Ethan's hands weren't idle. He began unzipping Riveal's dress—a carbon copy of Ophis's JK uniform. Because she had chosen a mature, voluptuous body, she couldn't pull off the "band-aid" gothic style Ophis used as a loli. Ethan wouldn't have allowed it anyway; that kind of outfit was for home use only.
As the zipper slid down, Riveal's massive breasts—even more sensitive than Ophis's—spilled out, trembling in the cool sea air.
"Ethan, don't take it all off at once," Ophis interrupted from the sidelines.
"Why not?" Ethan asked.
"This is her first time," Ophis smirked. "I want to observe every detail."
Ethan realized Ophis was being a bit wicked, wanting to see Riveal's shame as payback for taking over her home for so long. Riveal, however, was too far gone to care. "Please... continue..." she whispered.
Ethan pushed the skirt down, revealing Riveal's pussy. It was already soaking wet, her panties stained through with clear honey.
"The strongest virgin in the world," Ethan whispered, his own rod throbbing so hard it felt like it would explode.
Riveal gasped at the sight of his massive "Great Red" dragon. She wondered if her human form could even contain it without her needing to shift back into a dragon. As Ethan hooked his fingers into her lace panties and pulled them down, she lay back on the sand, her head resting on Ophis's thighs.
Being watched by Ophis only made Riveal wetter. She spread her legs into a lewd 'M' shape, exposing her "Little Steamed Bun"—a hairless, pink, and perfectly smooth slit.
Ethan didn't need to use his tongue. She was already "overcooked." He pressed the tip of his pulsing head against her entrance.
"I'm coming in..."
"Yes... come, Ethan," Riveal nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.
He thrust downward. He felt the elastic resistance of her maidenhood—the proof of the Dragon God's purity. With a surge of his hips, he pushed through.
Creeaaaak—Rip!
"AAAHHHH!" Riveal screamed, her body jerking as her hymen tore. The world's most beautiful red stained the sand as Ethan buried himself to the hilt.
The feeling of the strongest being in existence tightening around his rod was a pleasure beyond description. Ethan's whole body trembled with the achievement. Riveal kept her eyes squeezed shut, tears of both pain and joy escaping.
"It's all the way in," Ethan whispered into her ear.
Ophis, watching from above, used her thumb to wipe away Riveal's tears. "Congratulations, Riveal. You are finally 'one' with him."
But Ethan wasn't done. He began to move.
The friction against Riveal's virgin walls felt like molten caramel. Every thrust was a wet, squelching sound—gluck, gluck, splat. "Hah! Ah! Ethan! It's so hot... oh god!" Riveal's first orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her internal muscles spasmed, milking Ethan with terrifying force. She was no longer a goddess; she was a woman in heat.
Ophis reached down and finished undressing Riveal, tossing the bra aside so her heavy breasts could bounce freely with Ethan's rhythm. Ethan grabbed them, kneading the doughy flesh until Riveal's pink nipples were swollen and red.
"Ethan! Faster! Please, kill me with it!" Riveal begged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
Ethan abandoned all reason. He roared, slamming into her for over an hour. The sound of their bodies colliding—clack, clack, clack—competed with the sound of the waves. The mixture of their juices turned into a thick, pinkish foam at the entrance of her mangled flower.
He lifted her up, sitting her on his lap in a cowgirl position so he could see her stomach distending as his thick rod poked against her womb.
"I'm... I'm going to shoot!" Ethan grunted, his veins popping in his neck.
"Do it! Fill my palace! Give it all to me!" Riveal screamed, her eyes rolling back.
Ethan buried his dragon into the very neck of her womb and unleashed. For three full minutes, he pumped his life essence into the core of the Dragon God.
When he finally pulled out with a loud pop, Riveal's pussy remained open, unable to close. The white cream he had just pumped in began to leak out in thick globs.
Riveal lay there, a dazed, blissful smile on her face. She looked at Ophis, who was still waiting her turn, and then back at Ethan. Even after such a massive release, Ethan's rod was already twitching and hardening again.
Riveal hadn't just taken the seed; she had used the breakthrough to reach the Super Dragon God level. Red light motes flickered around her belly before vanishing.
She crawled back toward Ethan, her tongue out to clean him, her eyes shining with a new, devious light. She had purposely let the seed leak out instead of absorbing it all immediately. If she stayed "empty," she could have him for another round before Ophis could step in.
Ethan looked at the seductive, "corrupted" Riveal and then at the innocent, waiting Ophis. His rod stood at full attention once more.