"I never thought the AI Chip's analyzing abilities could also work on the Knight breathing technique of this world!"
Ryan looked at the information displayed in his mind and smiled.
"Optimize it immediately."
[Optimization initiated. Estimated time: 125 minutes.]
"Two hours…"
Ryan leaned back against the carriage. He could afford to wait.
The AI Chip's greatest advantage was not merely its ability to store information. It could analyze countless variables, simulate different possibilities, and find solutions that would normally require years of experimentation. For a Knight, that advantage was enormous.
A breathing technique might have been passed down through generations, with every generation adding their own experience to it, yet even then, there would inevitably be mistakes and inefficiencies.
The AI Chip could find them.
After more than two hours, the familiar mechanical voice finally sounded.
[Optimization complete.]
[The optimized breathing technique has been established.]
[Time required for one complete cycle: 5 minutes and 23 seconds.]
[Overall cultivation efficiency increased by 5%.]
[Previous residual damage has been eliminated.]
Ryan's eyes lit up.
"Very good."
A five percent increase might not seem impressive at first, but cultivation was something accumulated over time. Five percent today and five percent tomorrow would eventually become a substantial difference after dozens or even hundreds of cultivation sessions.
Ryan's gaze became serious.
According to his memories, his family's breathing technique was already considered an excellent technique among the noble Knight families. After being optimized by the AI Chip, however, its efficiency had reached an entirely different level.
"Transfer the optimized breathing technique into my memory."
[Beep! Command accepted.]
A large amount of information immediately flooded Ryan's mind, including the precise breathing rhythm, timing, circulation of life energy, correct posture, and the tiny adjustments required during different stages of cultivation. All of it was directly engraved into his memory.
Ryan gently rubbed his forehead as a slight sense of dizziness washed over him.
That was normal. The amount of information transferred into his mind was enormous, and an ordinary person would have needed years of practice to accumulate the same experience. Ryan only needed the AI Chip to calculate it and then follow the result.
"This really is an enormous advantage."
Ryan closed his eyes.
"With the AI Chip's simulation and analysis, I can obtain the experience that would normally require years of training."
The Knight breathing technique contained many details that could not be properly explained with words. Some things could only be understood after repeated practice, while others required years of experience, but the AI Chip could simulate those experiences in advance.
Ryan immediately began cultivating.
Sitting comfortably inside the carriage, he followed the optimized breathing rhythm. One breath followed another as his breathing gradually became slower and deeper, bringing his body into a strange state.
The circulation of life energy became smoother.
After more than twenty minutes, Ryan opened his eyes and slowly exhaled. Warmth spread throughout his body, and when he moved his arms and shoulders, everything felt considerably lighter.
"AI Chip, display my current statistics."
[Beep!]
[Host physical statistics:]
[Strength: 1.31]
[Agility: 1.27]
[Vitality: 1.34]
[State: Healthy]
Ryan looked at the numbers.
"Compare them with my previous statistics."
[Comparison complete.]
[Strength increased by 0.006.]
[Agility increased by 0.007.]
[Vitality increased by 0.005.]
Ryan nodded.
The improvement wasn't enormous after a single session, but that wasn't important. Cultivation was a long-term process, and as long as he continued, the accumulated improvement would eventually become substantial.
However, the AI Chip soon provided another result.
[Warning.]
[The Host's optimized breathing technique has reached its safe daily cultivation limit.]
Ryan frowned slightly.
"Additional cultivation?"
[Additional cultivation using the same breathing technique will provide greatly reduced benefits and may cause damage to the Host's body.]
Ryan fell into thought.
So even with optimization, there was still a limit. That was understandable. His body needed time to recover.
"Is there another method?"
The AI Chip remained silent for several seconds.
Then—
[Beep!]
[Based on the Host's existing breathing technique, another cultivation method has been developed.]
Ryan's eyebrows rose.
"Another method?"
[This method requires the cooperation of another individual.]
Ryan immediately became interested.
"Continue."
[The technique synchronizes the breathing cycles and life energy circulation of two individuals.]
[The resulting circulation can stimulate both bodies in different ways.]
[The technique can be practiced separately from the Host's primary breathing technique.]
Ryan's eyes brightened.
The AI Chip continued displaying the information.
His family's optimized breathing technique could be practiced once per day, while the new technique was different and could be practiced separately. After considering the people travelling with him, there was an obvious candidate.
"Serena."
[Recommended partner: Serena.]
Ryan smiled.
This was quite convenient.
He could practice his family's optimized breathing technique once during the day and then use this second technique with Serena later in the evening. There was no reason to waste such an opportunity.
"Create a complete training procedure."
[Beep!]
[Task established.]
The AI Chip began organizing the method, and Ryan carefully memorized everything.
By the time the caravan stopped for the evening, he had already made his decision.
Ryan completed his normal Knight training first. Sweat covered his body afterward, but he felt refreshed, so he changed his clothes before leaving his carriage.
His next destination was Serena's tent.
The tent was shared by Serena and three other noble girls—Elena, Mira, and Clara.
Ryan stopped outside.
"Serena, may I come in?"
There was silence for a moment.
Then Elena's voice came from inside.
"Wait a moment!"
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"Give us a minute!" Mira quickly added.
"Don't come in yet!" Clara's voice followed.
Ryan smiled.
He could hear hurried footsteps from inside the tent as clothing rustled and several girls whispered to each other.
Ryan simply waited.
One minute passed, then three, then five. Nearly ten minutes later, Serena finally called out.
"You can come in now!"
Ryan slowly lifted the tent flap.
Inside were Serena, Elena, Mira, and Clara. It was immediately obvious that the three girls had spent the past ten minutes making themselves look presentable.
All three had a secret crush on him, and Serena knew it. She wasn't bothered in the slightest. Instead, she felt rather proud.
Her man was so attractive that even her closest friends couldn't help being interested in him.
In fact, Serena often bragged about Ryan in front of them—how strong he was, how well he treated her, and how considerate he could be. Naturally, she was pleased whenever they showed interest in him.
Ryan stepped inside.
"Good evening, ladies."
He approached Elena first, gently took her hand, and lowered his head. But instead of a polite kiss to her knuckles, he turned her hand over and pressed his lips to her palm, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Then he dragged his thumb across her sensitive inner wrist in slow, deliberate circles.
"A pleasure to see you," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
Elena's face immediately turned crimson, her breath hitching audibly as she stared at where he touched her. Her knees pressed together beneath her skirts, and Ryan could see the hardening points of her nipples through her gown.
Ryan then greeted Mira, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He pressed kisses along her knuckles, then turned her hand over to trace patterns on her palm with his tongue, his eyes holding hers with a promise of more to come. Mira's mouth fell open, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she squirmed under his attention.
"Your hands are so soft, Mira," he whispered, his thumb stroking her wrist in maddening circles. "I wonder if the rest of you is this delicate."
Mira made a small, whimpering sound, her thighs clenching together.
Finally, he moved to Clara. He held both her hands in his, his fingers intertwining with hers and squeezing with just enough pressure to make her breathless. He brought one hand to his lips, kissing her palm with lingering heat, then used his free hand to trace up her inner arm, his touch feather-light and teasing.
"You've made yourselves beautiful for me," Ryan said, his gaze sweeping over all three girls with appreciative warmth. "I am a fortunate man to be surrounded by such beauty."
None of them pulled their hands away. Their expressions alone revealed how pleased they were—flushed cheeks, blown pupils, and the unmistakable scent of arousal beginning to fill the tent.
From across the small space, Serena watched with a satisfied smile, her chin resting on her hand. She saw the way Elena's chest heaved with shallow breaths, the way Mira pressed her legs together to relieve the ache building between them, the way Clara's nipples visibly hardened beneath her gown. She saw the wetness gathering in their eyes, the desperate desire to be taken by the man who was toying with them so expertly.
Mine, she thought with fierce pride, watching Ryan work. They want him, but he's mine. And soon, they'll be ours to share.
Ryan caught her gaze and held it, his eyes dark with promise. He was preparing them, Serena knew—softening them with desire, making them crave his touch so that when he finally decided to take them to his bed, they would come willingly, eagerly, begging for the privilege of being fucked by him as she was.
He released their hands slowly, letting his fingers drag across their palms in a final, teasing caress that left all three women flushed and flustered, their bodies trembling with unfulfilled need.
"I apologize for disturbing your rest," Ryan said, his tone polite though his eyes remained heated.
"You aren't disturbing us at all," Elena quickly replied, her voice breathless.
Ryan sat down.
"I wanted to ask if anything has been bothering you during the journey."
The girls looked at him, still recovering from his attention.
"If anyone has harassed you, bullied you, or crossed the line in any way, you can tell me. If there's a problem, I'll deal with it."
The girls exchanged glances before smiling, though their faces remained flushed.
"We've been perfectly fine," Mira replied.
"Everyone knows how strict you are about these things," Clara added.
"No one would dare cause trouble for us," Elena said with a small laugh.
Ryan nodded.
"That's good."
"Your reputation protects us," Elena said.
"You've made everyone in our group respect one another," Mira added.
"And your strength has kept the entire group united," Clara said.
Ryan showed a pleased expression.
"I'm glad you value the effort."
After talking with them for a little longer, Ryan turned toward Serena.
"Serena, come with me."
Serena immediately stood, her face bright with happiness. Usually, she was the one who sought Ryan out in the evening, so having him come looking for her was naturally something she enjoyed.
The three girls watched Serena leave with Ryan, their expressions becoming envious and longing.
Serena was the one who got to spend the evening with him.
They could only watch helplessly as the two disappeared into the night, each of them pressing their thighs together to ease the ache Ryan had left behind.
Outside the tent, Serena quickly caught up to Ryan and took his arm.
"Where are we going?"
"Let's take a walk."
"A date?"
Ryan smiled.
"If you want to call it that."
"I do."
She leaned against him happily.
The two walked away from the camp as the night settled over the surrounding land. Ryan occasionally stopped along the way to examine various plants and herbs, allowing the AI Chip to scan them one after another, but his attention remained primarily on the woman at his side.
They found a small clearing hidden from the caravan by a copse of trees and the slope of a hill. The moon hung heavy and full overhead, casting silver light across the grass where Ryan spread his outer cloak for them to sit.
Serena lay back against Ryan's chest, his arms wrapped around her from behind as they stared up at the stars. His hands rested on her stomach, warm and heavy through the fabric of her dress.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," she sighed, wiggling back against him and feeling the hardening length of his arousal pressing against her lower back. She grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. "Someone's happy to see me."
Ryan's chuckle was low and dangerous. "Someone's always happy to see you."
His hands began to move, sliding upward from her stomach in slow, teasing circles. Serena's breath caught as his palms grazed the underside of her breasts through her dress, the fabric thin enough that she could feel the heat of him clearly.
"Ryan," she whispered, though she made no move to stop him.
"Hmm?" He nuzzled the side of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pulse point as his fingers found her nipples through the fabric, pinching and rolling them gently until they hardened into sensitive peaks. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't stop," she gasped, arching her back to push her breasts more firmly into his hands. "Please, don't stop."
Ryan's grip tightened, kneading her flesh with possessive strokes that made her squirm against him. He pulled the neckline of her dress down slowly, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. His hands cupped her bare flesh, his fingers playing with her nipples with expert precision—tugging, twisting, rolling them between his fingers until Serena was whimpering and grinding her hips back against his straining cock.
"You're so responsive," he murmured against her throat, one hand sliding down her body to grip her hip while the other remained at her breast. "I love how your body knows mine. How it always wants more."
His hand at her hip moved lower, gathering the hem of her skirt and sliding beneath it. Serena spread her legs willingly, giving him access as his fingers traced up her inner thigh, leaving trails of fire on her skin. He bypassed her core momentarily, his touch feather-light as he traced the edge of her smallclothes, making her whine with frustration.
"Impatient?" he teased, his finger finally slipping beneath the fabric to find her already slick and swollen.
"Always," she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder as he stroked her folds with deliberate slowness. "For you, always."
Ryan's finger found her entrance, circling it teasingly before pushing inside with one smooth motion. Serena cried out softly, her body clenching around the intrusion as he began to pump his finger in and out of her tight heat.
"So wet," he groaned against her ear, adding a second finger and curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Is this all for me, Serena? Did you get this wet just from my hands on you?"
"Yes," she moaned, rocking her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. "Only you, always you."
His free hand returned to her breast, pinching her nipple in time with the strokes of his fingers inside her, building a rhythm that had her panting and writhing in his lap. The wet sounds of his fingers working her filled the clearing, mingling with her breathless moans and his own ragged breathing.
"Ryan, please," she begged, her hands gripping his wrists, not to stop him but to urge him deeper, harder. "Make me come. I need to come for you."
"Not yet," he whispered, his fingers slowing their pace to keep her teetering on the edge. "I want to enjoy you first. I want to feel you clench around my fingers, desperate and begging."
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**Revised Chapter Ending:**
He withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt, ignoring her whimper of protest, and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her essence from them with a groan of appreciation. Then he returned to her breast, his wet fingers pinching her nipple and making her squeal at the sudden sensitivity.
"Ryan!" she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
He laughed softly, the sound warm and full of affection. "I could play with you all night," he admitted, his hand sliding back under her skirt to find her aching center once more. "But I think you've earned your release, my love."
This time when his fingers entered her, he didn't tease. He worked her with focused intent, his thumb pressing firm circles against her clit while his fingers thrust deep and curled to stroke her inner walls. Serena's moans grew louder, less controlled, her body tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Come for me," Ryan commanded softly, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Let me feel you fall apart in my arms."
Serena shattered with a cry that echoed through the clearing, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Ryan held her through it, his fingers slowing but not withdrawing, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and trembling in his arms, her sex pulsing around his still-buried digits.
He withdrew slowly, bringing his fingers to her lips this time. "Taste yourself," he murmured. "Taste what I do to you."
Serena obeyed, sucking his fingers clean with lazy, satisfied movements, her eyes locked on his with adoration and lingering desire. When she finished, she turned in his arms and pressed herself fully against him, feeling the hard length of his unsatisfied arousal straining against his breeches.
"Let me take care of you," she whispered, her hand moving to cup him through the fabric.
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**New Chapter: The Dual Cultivation**
Ryan caught her wrist gently, but instead of stopping her, he guided her hand to continue stroking him through the fabric as he pressed a heated kiss to her throat.
"Not with your hand," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with need. "I have a way for us to cultivate together. But it requires me to be inside you. Deep inside you."
Serena's breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. "Inside me? While we cultivate?"
"Yes." Ryan stood, pulling her up with him, his hands already working at the ties of his breeches. "The energy circulation requires our bodies to be joined. And when we both climax..." He freed his cock, thick and heavy and throbbing with arousal, precum already beading at the tip. "When I release inside you, the energy exchange will be at its peak. You'll benefit greatly from it, Serena. More than you can imagine."
Serena stared at his exposed length, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She pushed her dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, standing naked before him in the moonlight. "Then take me, Ryan. Fill me. Cultivate with me."
Ryan didn't hesitate. He lifted her easily, his Knight strength making her weight negligible, and laid her back on the soft grass. He settled between her spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, positioning himself.
Serena obeyed, her legs locking around his waist as he pushed forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. She cried out, her head falling back against the earth as he filled her completely, his full length buried to the hilt inside her tight heat.
"Ryan!" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He paused, letting her adjust, his breathing ragged. "Follow my breathing," he instructed, his voice strained with control. "In... and out. Feel the energy moving between us."
He began to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and powerful. As he moved, he guided her breathing, synchronizing their rhythms until they were moving as one, their life energies beginning to circulate where their bodies joined.
Serena's eyes widened as she felt it—a warmth spreading through her core, different from mere pleasure. It was energy, pure and potent, flowing from Ryan's body into hers with each thrust. Her skin tingled, her senses heightened, and she realized she could feel his strength, his Knight's power, seeping into her through their connection.
"Do you feel it?" Ryan groaned, his pace quickening as the pleasure mounted.
"Yes," she whimpered, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. "I feel it. So much energy... it's filling me."
The dual cultivation technique required precise timing. Ryan adjusted his angle, grinding against her clit with each inward stroke while maintaining the energy circulation. Serena moaned continuously, her body trembling not just from pleasure but from the foreign energy flooding her system.
"You're taking it so well," Ryan praised, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. "Your body is absorbing everything I give you. You're going to be so much stronger after this."
"Don't stop," she begged, her eyes rolling back. "Please, Ryan, don't stop. It feels incredible."
The energy exchange intensified as they approached their peaks. Ryan could feel Serena's cultivation base responding, greedily drinking in the power he was channeling into her. His own pleasure was mounting to unbearable heights, his cock throbbing inside her tight, clenching heat.
"Serena," he groaned, his hips snapping forward with Knight strength. "I'm close. I'm going to fill you. Take everything I give you."
"Yes!" she screamed, her inner walls fluttering around him as her own orgasm crashed through her. "Come inside me, Ryan! Please!"
Ryan thrust deep one final time, burying himself to the root as his release erupted from him in powerful spurts. He groaned her name, his cock pulsing as he flooded her with his seed, the hot cream filling her completely and triggering another wave of pleasure through her body.
But the dual cultivation wasn't complete. As he came, Ryan channeled his Knight's energy through their connection, pushing it into Serena along with his release. She gasped, her back arching off the ground as the power surged through her, her body absorbing the gift he was giving her.
For long moments, they stayed locked together, Ryan's cock still twitching as he emptied every drop into her, the energy exchange continuing until both were trembling and breathless.
When he finally withdrew, a thick stream of his cum followed, evidence of how thoroughly he had filled her. Serena lay sprawled on the grass, her chest heaving, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat and residual energy.
"Ryan," she whispered, her voice awed. "I can feel it... the energy. It's still moving through me. I'm stronger. I know I am."
Ryan smiled down at her, brushing hair from her face with tender fingers. "You absorbed it well. The technique worked perfectly."
Serena sat up slowly, her hand moving to her stomach, feeling the warmth of his seed still filling her. She looked at him with desperate need. "Again. Please, Ryan. I want more. I need more."
Ryan shook his head, though his cock was already stirring at the sight of her covered in his essence. "The dual cultivation can only benefit us once per day. Any more, and the energy exchange won't work—we'd just be having sex for pleasure."
"Then let's have sex for pleasure," Serena begged, crawling toward him on her hands and knees, his cum already beginning to drip down her thighs. "I don't care about the cultivation right now. I just want you inside me again. I want to feel you fucking me until I can't walk."
Ryan's eyes darkened with desire. He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her back and mounting her again in one fluid motion. "You asked for it," he growled, thrusting into her still-slick heat without hesitation.
This time there was no technique, no synchronization—just raw, animal need. Ryan fucked her hard and deep, his Knight strength driving into her with force that made her cry out with every stroke. The grass beneath them was crushed and torn, the clearing filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and Serena's desperate moans.
He took her in every position he could manage—on her back, from behind, her riding him, against a tree—using her body for his pleasure and giving her countless orgasms in return. Each time he came, he added more of his seed to her already overflowing depths, until she was dripping with it, her thighs slick and her womb thoroughly claimed.
By the time he finally finished with her, Serena could barely stand. Her legs trembled violently, her sex swollen and sensitive, his cum leaking steadily from her used hole. Ryan had to support her as they dressed, his seed already soaking through her smallclothes and leaving a visible wet spot on her dress.
"Everyone will know," Serena whispered, leaning heavily against him as they walked back toward the camp.
"Good," Ryan said, his hand possessively on her hip. "Let them know who you belong to."
They reached the girls' tent just as Elena, Mira, and Clara were preparing to sleep. The three girls looked up as Ryan escorted Serena inside, and their eyes widened.
Serena's hair was disheveled, her lips swollen and red, her dress wrinkled and stained with grass. But more than that—the scent of sex and Ryan's seed filled the tent immediately, thick and musky and unmistakable. It clung to Serena's skin, wafting from between her legs where his cum was still leaking out of her.
Elena's face turned crimson, her eyes dropping to Serena's thighs and the damp spot on her dress.
Mira inhaled sharply, her own arousal spiking at the scent of Ryan's release.
Clara pressed her legs together, her nipples hardening visibly beneath her nightgown as she stared at the evidence of what Ryan had done to their friend.
Serena caught their expressions and smiled, a satisfied, well-fucked smile. "Ryan was... thorough," she said, her voice husky.
Ryan helped her to her bedding, his hand lingering on her hip before he straightened. He turned to the three girls, who were staring at him with undisguised longing, their faces flushed and their breathing shallow.
"Good evening, ladies," he said, his voice calm despite the fact that he had just spent hours fucking their friend senseless. "Sleep well."
He walked toward the tent flap, and as he passed, the scent of his cum—mixed with Serena's arousal—washed over the three girls. Elena whimpered softly, Mira bit her lip to stifle a moan, and Clara's hand moved unconsciously toward her own thigh.
They watched him leave, their eyes locked on his broad back, their bodies aching with need. The smell of what he had done lingered in the air, a promise of what they could have if they were lucky enough to be chosen.
Ryan disappeared into the night, heading to his own tent, while behind him, three noble girls pressed their thighs together and dreamed of being next.