"Attempt to help Warnee break through?!"
Mitelt's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "Uesugi, are you planning to do that?"
"Of course. What other way is there?"
"But... right here? We're outside..."
Ethan glanced at her, uncaring. "Setting aside the fact that it's just the four of us inside this barrier, what if there were others? The women would be pulled in for cultivation, and the men would just be killed."
Amano Yuuma knew Ethan was joking, but she couldn't help but retort, "Typical of a Great Devil at A-rank peak, saying such things without batting an eye."
Ethan deliberately blinked. "I've batted an eye now."
Amano Yuuma rolled her beautiful eyes. "Stop messing around. Rather than worrying about being seen, I'm more worried about whether Warnee has the stamina for cultivation."
"Don't worry, dual cultivation actually replenishes vitality. This time, Warnee just needs to lie back and enjoy. Even if she can't break through, the life essence alone might sustain her until rescue comes."
Amano Yuuma's face flushed, recalling the scene of desperately working his behemoth, and then being forced to swallow the fishy white essence.
"That's wonderful! Warnee can be saved!" Mitelt's pure white face was completely red as she spoke excitedly. "Then let's hurry and start! Watching Warnee like this is so worrying."
"Yes, yes, yes," Ethan gave her a dismissive side-eye.
One moment she was trying to stop him, and after just a few sentences, her attitude did a 180-degree turn, and she was urging him to proceed with Kalawarner.
Ignoring the two observing Fallen Angel beauties, Ethan slowly walked toward the blue-haired onee-san lying on the ground.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, a blush appeared on Kalawarner's pale cheeks.
She had only been resting with her eyes closed; she had heard every word of Ethan's conversation with the others. Thinking about what was coming, her weak body grew hot, and her heart filled with a powerful craving.
It wasn't just a lust for pleasure, but more an instinctive desire for survival and the evolution of her life essence.
"Warnee, it seems I was right to tell you to conserve your energy earlier." Ethan squatted down, reaching out to unfasten the onee-san's top.
He watched her beautiful face slowly turn rosy, slid his hand beneath her hips and skirt, pressing tightly against her slick inner thigh. His strong fingers sank completely into the tender flesh, applying light and heavy pressure, savoring the plumpness and elasticity of her beautiful buttocks.
Kalawarner shuddered, fixing her wet, green eyes on Ethan, her soft voice tinged with a blend of resentment and sorrow. "You were planning this all along, weren't you?"
Ethan chuckled, giving no answer, but only accelerating the pace of his caresses.
He had thought of this method when Kalawarner first started showing discomfort. That's why he remained completely calm while Amano Yuuma and Mitelt were frantic.
His fingers lightly touched her delicate flower-valley, feeling the hot, sticky wetness. Ethan leaned into her ear. "Warnee, the formal cultivation is about to begin."
"O-okay... I'll do my best," she panted, her voice filled with a melting sweetness.
Seeing the intoxicating, charming look on the blue-haired onee-san's face, Ethan couldn't resist. He took her glossy, warm earlobe between his lips and began to lick and suck.
While playing with her sensual earlobe, he continued to roam his hands over her smooth, delicate body. Her already loose top and skirt were completely removed from her tall, fiery body.
Kalawarner's face was scarlet, her beautiful eyes half-closed, allowing Ethan to take liberties with her seductive form.
Feeling the sudden increase in the onee-san's hot panting, a flash of light emanated from Ethan's body. His Instant Illusion talent activated, and the behemoth, which had been standing at half-mast, was fully unleashed.
Ethan was instantly naked, a sight that greatly intrigued the three girls.
"Akki-chan, what kind of skill is that?"
To counter Ethan calling her Yuuma-chan, Amano Yuuma deliberately called him Akki-chan to his face.
Unfortunately, she didn't know Rias and the others had long been calling him Akki, so Ethan was completely unfazed by the nickname.
Ethan had deliberately shown them this ability. Such a convenient one-click strip and one-click dress-up would undoubtedly be used frequently in the future, justifying the long-term use of one of his Instant Illusion slots.
He had already formulated his explanation.
"It's just a space magic that can instantly store the clothes and equipment I'm wearing." After Ethan spoke, he continued to touch and fondle the beauty beneath him.
Amano Yuuma felt it was somewhat similar to her instant change ability and initially thought Ethan had a similar talent. She was slightly disappointed after hearing his explanation.
Since the skill offered no combat advantage, she didn't ask further, saving Ethan a lot of effort.
Meanwhile, Ethan's behemoth had already pushed into her moist petals. The thick head of the cock rubbed directly against Kalawarner's delicate flower-bud.
Gazing at the onee-san's pale face—a result of weakness—which was now overlaid with an unnatural blush from lust, creating a kind of sickly beauty, Ethan forced himself to calm down.
He was here to save a life, not just for pleasure.
Gathering his wits, Ethan gently parted Kalawarner's long, rounded legs. His behemoth moved in and out slowly but powerfully, rubbing the sensitive spots in the tender flesh of her flower-passage. Kalawarner twisted her hips to meet his thrusts, which only made her feel more comfortable.
"Mmm... Mmm... Hng..."
Listening to the onee-san's satisfied moans, Ethan placed his hands on her pair of soft, white enormous breasts and began to knead them. The soft, full sensation constantly transmitted through his palms, and his fingertips gently stroked and rotated the bright red nipples. He could feel the nipples hardening slightly from the manipulation.
Little Ethan gradually accelerated. The flowing nectar of her flower-valley splattered, and Ethan bent down to embrace and kiss Kalawarner. The blue-haired onee-san was kissed until she arched her neck, gasping for air.
Ethan sucked her tongue out, relentlessly drawing on it, while his hands brazenly kneaded her full, round mounds. He then slid his hands down her delicate waist, gently caressing her tender petals and the small, pink pearl at the top.
Kalawarner trembled all over, clamping her long legs tightly together, easily reaching her first orgasm.
"Ooh... Anata?... I... I'm coming..."
To avoid adding strain to Kalawarner, Ethan stopped moving, silently feeling the contractions of her flower-passage and the sucking motion at the mouth of her flower-palace. Only once her afterglow subsided did he continue thrusting his hips.
He desperately wanted to climax along with the voluptuous, blue-haired onee-san and complete a dual cultivation session, but after only ten minutes, no matter how hard he tried, he still lacked that final sensation.
Ethan lifted the limp Kalawarner, settling her onto the soft grass on her stomach, her full, curved buttocks raised, and her perfectly proportioned, pale legs slightly spread.
This position allowed Ethan to easily thrust to the deepest point. The sight of the tall, voluptuous, large-breasted onee-san in such a submissive posture was psychologically stimulating, and little Ethan twitched sensitively, eager to enter her continuously pulsating, pink cavern.
Grasping her full, round hips, Ethan's tip slid along the nectar between her fleshy folds. His behemoth plunged straight through her lips, pressed against the soft mouth of her palace, and then drove hard.
Kalawarner let out a cry of "Ah..." The scorching behemoth successfully entered her flower-palace. The head of the cock relentlessly pressed and rubbed against the soft, slick inner wall of her palace. The intense pleasure made her immediately go limp.
Looking at the weak, gasping onee-san with large breasts, Ethan simply held her full hips and began his deep, rhythmic thrusting.
Kalawarner lay weakly on the grass, her high-arched, pale buttocks continuously absorbing Ethan's impacts, making a clear smack-smack sound. The thick, long behemoth quickly pulled out and then buried deep into the pale flesh between her hips.
The tight, wet folds of her flower-passage constantly rubbed against little Ethan, a sensation so pleasurable that he wished he could pierce her delicate flower-heart with every thrust. His hips pressed tightly against her soft, full hips, and the behemoth stormed through her flower-valley.
"Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhh! My stomach... my stomach is going to break! I'm going to come... I'm going to come again... Give it to me... Give it to me, Anata?~ Shoot all your essence deep inside my belly?~"
Her climaxing flower-valley clenched tightly around the behemoth. The tightness was like a small hand gripping him firmly, slowing Ethan's thrusting pace considerably.
Adjusting his posture, he lowered his torso. Little Ethan launched his final assault from above. The thick, hard behemoth performed piston movements within Kalawarner's flower-valley with the aid of the slick nectar. The sensitive head of the cock, enveloped and sucked by her flower-palace, felt a surge of heat.
Ethan was on the verge of release. The stronger this desire became, the more the tip of his cock felt like a volcanic eruption. He slammed down hard, pressing her full, white hips flat.