To avoid injuring Mitelt, Ethan ultimately abandoned the plan to invade her flower-palace. A girl with such a petite frame would need several more sessions to achieve that feat.
Ethan regrouped, refocusing his attention on the tight petal-path. The torrential assault began anew. Each retreat left only the glans inside, and each entry rammed straight into the flower-heart.
The silver waves of tender flesh rippled, continuously contracting. The intense friction left both their thigh roots soaked with fluid. Under Ethan's furious assault, Mitelt was quickly pushed to climax.
Nectar stained her snow-white hips. The small, cute body trembled continuously beneath Ethan. Her hands wrapped around Ethan's neck, tightly gripping his back muscles, and her round, firm butt began to thrust.
The Fallen Angel girl was immersed in boundless pleasure. She gasped, repeatedly uttering muffled syllables.
"Faster, faster... Harder... Ah... Mmm..."
Mitelt convulsed, her beautiful legs tightly clamped around Ethan's waist. Her sharp nails dug into his flesh. She groaned softly, "Don't stop! Mmm.... Keep pushing harder.... Faster.... Mmm?~"
Ethan felt the girl's petal-path seizing and contracting in spasms. Each insertion bit tightly onto his behemoth, bringing immense pleasure.
It felt as though electric currents were continuously passing through his little Ethan, urging him to release his load right there and then.
He gritted his teeth, thrusting fiercely into the adorable girl beneath him. Under the behemoth's relentless battering, Mitelt finally experienced supreme bliss.
She suddenly lifted her long, pale neck and bit Ethan's shoulder, whimpering a sound like one near death.
Ethan suppressed the urge to release and seized the chance to continue thrusting into her. The girl's soft flower-valley continuously contracted, the powerful suction bringing him otherworldly enjoyment.
Mitelt parted her moist, cherry lips and whispered intoxicating, confusing breath into Ethan's ear, "Shoot.... Give it to me.... Your essence.... Give it to me?...."
Her body went through another brief spasm. Her flower-heart suddenly sprayed out a stream of incredibly warm fluid, hitting the sensitive glans.
Ethan shuddered with pleasure. Intense sensation shot up his spine. He tightly embraced the girl's limp body and stopped holding back.
The blazing behemoth convulsed and throbbed within the Fallen Angel girl's warm, soft petal-path. He roared softly, and his little Ethan released forceful pulses, shooting streams of milky white, thick essence into the girl's unbelievably tender flower-core.
Mitelt shivered from the impact of the hot essence. A flush of crimson spread across her cute little face. Her moist lips found Ethan's lips, conveying the sweet intimacy following their passion.
Ethan shifted his body, pulling the behemoth out from between the girl's slightly parted petals, which had been stretched open from the intensity. He gently stroked the girl's soft, golden hair. "Mitelt, rest well and digest the essence in your body."
Mitelt turned her head shyly, responding with an almost imperceptible whisper.
Placing Mitelt beside Kalawarner, Ethan felt the slight increase in Magic Power within him, which made him even more excited for the main course.
Amano Yuuma's bed was large enough that the two naked, limp bodies only occupied half of it. Ethan walked toward Amano Yuuma, his member, which had somehow regained its vitality, proudly leading the way.
"Yuuma-chan, thanks for waiting."
Facing Ethan's teasing, Amano Yuuma's pretty face flushed. Seeing how much pleasure her two subordinates had experienced, she was already eager, but before surrendering herself, there was one more thing she had to confirm.
She walked up to the now-awake Kalawarner and Mitelt, placed her hand on their slightly bulging lower abdomens, and sensed their energy.
"That's right... the Magic Power has definitely increased. It's comparable to a week of cultivation."
Amano Yuuma murmured, worried about being wrong or if there was a hidden trap. She deliberately asked, "Mitelt, Kalawarner, how do you feel?"
"Feel..." Kalawarner touched her stomach, her face slightly red. "I feel great."
Amano Yuuma's head twitched with a few black lines. She said exasperatedly, "I'm not asking how you feel about doing that with a man! I mean in terms of strength!"
Kalawarner's face fell, embarrassed that she had forgotten the main point in her excessive pleasure.
Seeing Amano Yuuma's displeased expression, she quickly closed her eyes to carefully sense the changes in her body.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and said in surprise, "Lady Raynare, it's real. My strength has increased significantly, and it's still slowly rising."
As the essence energy in her flower-palace was digested, Kalawarner's overall capabilities were steadily improving. This residual effect would likely last for a day or two.
"Do you feel anything strange?" Amano Yuuma asked her final question. "Like a side effect or anything..."
Kalawarner shook her head. "I don't feel anything at the moment."
"Mitelt, what about you?"
The blonde Fallen Angel girl, her eyes still hazy, said, "I feel the same as Kalawarner. If I had to mention a side effect... does the fact that my lower region is very sore right now count...?"
Amano Yuuma glared at her. With such a petite body, you played even wilder than Kalawarner. Who else would be sore?
Ignoring Mitelt, Amano Yuuma fixed her gaze on Ethan, then slowly lay down on the bed.
The auxiliary effect of the dual cultivation ability could barely be considered a side effect, but if one's strength or perceptive ability wasn't up to par, it would be almost impossible to detect until after multiple contacts with other males.
Even if it was discovered, it was unlikely that the three Fallen Angels would strongly object to this 'side effect.'
Having experienced the ultimate pleasure of dual cultivation with him for their first time, trying other males would only lead to disappointment.
Ethan shrugged, completely unfazed by Amano Yuuma's earlier actions. They weren't close, and strictly speaking, they were still adversaries. It was normal for her to be suspicious.
In fact, given Amano Yuuma's unpleasant personality, he might have found it strange if she hadn't pulled this stunt.
Ethan walked toward Amano Yuuma, who had resigned herself to her fate. "A final reminder: I don't guarantee that I can help you break the bottleneck, as I broke through to A-rank using other methods myself."
Amano Yuuma, maintaining her pure-girl facade, looked up at Ethan standing by the bed. Her exquisite, beautiful little face was intensely flushed. Even if I can't break through, giving my first time to this guy doesn't seem so bad after all...
The girl's mind was churning. One moment she was afraid of being tricked; now, having confirmed the effect, she was looking forward to the impending union.
Masking her inner thoughts, Amano Yuuma urged him with a cool expression, "I know.... Just hurry up and start."
"Tsk tsk... Is Yuuma-chan getting impatient?"
Ethan teased with a laugh, earning a roll of the beautiful girl's eyes.
"Are you coming or not!?"
"Coming, coming, right away."
He had taken enough liberties with her body, so he might as well humor her verbally.
Seeing Amano Yuuma on the verge of exasperation, Ethan quickly climbed onto the bed and embraced the tempting body, which was like a piece of exquisite jade.
In the soft light of the bedroom, he meticulously examined Amano Yuuma.
Her face was pure and delicate. In terms of beauty alone, she was certainly a match for Rias. Her figure was tall, her waist slender, her naked legs snow-white and long, and her fully developed hips were round and ample.
After admiring the pure girl's body for a moment, Ethan gently settled on top of her inviting body. His hot, fiery behemoth pressed tightly against the girl's moist inner thighs.
Amano Yuuma's heart trembled, and she instinctively clamped her thighs shut, clasping his little Ethan along with them.
The behemoth moved in and out between the slippery petals and the soft thighs, savoring the girl's tender, delicate skin.
Unlike the other two Fallen Angel girls, Amano Yuuma's lower region was completely hairless (white tiger). While still slightly inferior to Rias's supreme flower-valley, it was still beautiful enough for him to adore.
After a few minutes of sodomy (non-penetrative friction), which left the pure girl's face flushed with shyness, Ethan reached out and gripped her slender waist, steadying her tempting body.
"Yuuma-chan, get ready. I'm coming in."
"Mmm... Ah....."
Amano Yuuma's small mouth parted, and a tearing pain shot through her lower region. Her pure, beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Her entrance was even smaller than that of the cute Mitelt. Ethan struggled several times before successfully inserting the glans.
Using the slippery fluid as lubricant, he began to thrust gently and rhythmically, with small strokes. Although he didn't penetrate all the way, and hadn't even broken the membrane of purity, the feeling of the narrow, pure petal-path being forcefully stretched still made Amano Yuuma's heart pound wildly.
After hundreds of intermittent thrusts, Amano Yuuma felt a resurgence of a ticklish, numb sensation in her lower region. She couldn't help but secretly begin to thrust her slender waist, trying to guide the behemoth deeper.