Understanding the sequence of events, Ethan already had a rough plan in mind. All he lacked was the right moment.
He shivered. His behemoth let out a stream of milky, scorching dragon's breath, filling Mitelt's small mouth until it bulged. "Yuuma-chan mentioned you were investigating a dangerous Sacred Gear earlier. What's the progress?"
"Our new assignment this time is..."
"Wait a minute." The fang-toothed loli swallowed the last mouthful of essence, rubbing her jaw. "Let me explain this. Warnee, come here; my mouth is sore."
Ethan couldn't help but retort, "You're A-rank. Your mouth is sore after that little bit of work? Who are you kidding?"
Mitelt stopped rubbing her cheeks and showed a dangerous smile, her sharp little fangs glinting menacingly in the bathroom light.
She looked at little Ethan, who was still stiff, with an eager expression.
Although he was confident that little Ethan wouldn't be harmed as long as Mitelt didn't use Magic Power, looking at those incredibly sharp little fangs, Ethan decided it was best not to test the theory.
He straightened up, pinching the tsundere loli's slender waist, and held her in his arms.
"Warnee, I'll trouble you with the rest of the cleaning."
"Mmm."
Kalawarner didn't try to get greedy; Amano Yuuma was waiting outside, and they couldn't waste any more time.
The blue-haired, large-breasted onee-san cleaned Ethan's back with a cold, serious expression, though the flush on her fair skin indicated that her heart was not as calm as she appeared.
Ethan held Mitelt, and as the two mutually washed each other, they discussed the mission.
"Uesugi, you seem very interested in that dangerous Sacred Gear," Mitelt asked curiously.
"Call me Master."
Ethan spanked her perky little round bottom, making a crisp smack sound.
Although he had gotten used to the new name Uesugi Ethan, he still preferred close friends to call him by his given name or a term of endearment, not his surname.
"Wuu... Yes, Master~"
The blonde, tsundere loli was already mostly tamed. Her sensitive little buttock was played with. After a soft gasp, she obediently settled in Ethan's arms.
"I'm interested in that dangerous Sacred Gear, of course, because I want it."
Ethan stroked the girl's delicate skin, slowly saying, "As long as the so-called dangerous Sacred Gear is in my hands, then others will be the ones in danger."
"Are you planning to use that ritual to seize this Sacred Gear?"
Ethan couldn't yet confirm if this Sacred Gear was the Boosted Gear (Dragon Hand) Sacred Gear, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he simply offered an excuse.
"I was originally looking for a powerful Sacred Gear that suited me, but I had no way to scout for them. Since you happened to have news of a powerful one, I simply decided on that one."
"Mmm... hng..."
Her curiosity satisfied, Mitelt gasped. "Then you're lucky. After submitting the mission item this time, the new assignment we received is about information regarding that dangerous Sacred Gear."
"What information?"
Surprised, Ethan kneaded her breast buds with a little more force, causing the tsundere loli to gasp and moan uncontrollably.
"Wuu wuu.... Mmm... Master, be gentle~"
Mitelt whimpered, "Only Lady Raynare knows the specific information. You'll have to ask her yourself if you want to know."
"After all that, you don't know anything."
Ethan angrily squeezed the blonde loli's nipples. "Alright, get down. Make sure to wash your mouth clean, or I won't kiss you later."
Mitelt turned on the shower, complaining, "I know~ It's your own stuff, and you're complaining."
Ethan turned to help Kalawarner wash, ignoring the tsundere loli's grumbling.
He secretly decided that during their next dual cultivation session, he would make the tsundere loli sample the nectar she produced herself, just to see if she would complain then.
...
Having washed away the sweat and dirt from their combat, Ethan took Kalawarner and Mitelt to Amano Yuuma's bedroom.
When the three entered, Amano Yuuma was already waiting on the bed.
She had changed into a set of sheer lace lingerie to accelerate dual cultivation and a pair of ultra-thin black sheer stockings. Her large breasts rose high, forming a beautiful curve, her pale flesh made even more alluring through the black, sheer lace.
Below her ribs, her slender waist was easily spanned, her abdomen flat and without an ounce of excess fat. Her body's beautiful line expanded again at her lower back, forming two full, delicate, plump buttock cheeks that tightly stretched the sheer panties she wore.
Her already perfectly round, long legs were even more sensuous and soft inside the black sheer. Her small, delicate feet moved playfully, the pink, pearl-like toes occasionally tugging at the stockings, making it impossible for Ethan to tear his eyes away.
It seemed that not only the blue-haired onee-san but Amano Yuuma too had firmly remembered the fetish Ethan had personally admitted to last time.
"Yuuma-chan, you're a genius. I love this."
Ethan couldn't wait, pouncing onto her alluring body, capturing her pink lips, and sucking them passionately.
A moment later, Amano Yuuma, slightly out of breath from the kiss, pushed him away. "D-don't overthink this."
Ethan stroked the smooth, delicate black sheer. "Overthink what?"
Amano Yuuma felt shy under his fiery gaze and couldn't help but turn her head, feigning composure. "I didn't wear this for you. I... I just wanted to increase the efficiency of the cultivation."
"Yuuma-chan, we have enough tsundere with Mitelt. This style doesn't suit you."
Looking at the black-haired, beautiful-legged, large-breasted beauty before him, Ethan decided to set the Sacred Gear matter aside for the moment.
Without giving Amano Yuuma a chance to speak, he kissed her tempting red lips again, then directly lifted her two round, long legs, pressing them together. Little Ethan plunged directly between her two full, soft thighs.
Feeling his behemoth surrounded by Amano Yuuma's soft, elastic, black-sheer-covered thigh flesh, Ethan couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.
He lifted Amano Yuuma's black-sheer legs and knelt on the bed, beginning to thrust his hips, using the girl's two black-sheer thighs as a substitute for a honey-hole, pumping vigorously.
Compared to the tight, wet flower-valley, the sensation of the black-sheer thighs was no less exquisite—round, long, yet firm, with thigh muscles that were soft yet bouncy. Combined with the high-quality, ultra-thin black sheer, the physiological pleasure and visual impact excited Ethan immensely.
The act of solely pleasing Ethan made Amano Yuuma somewhat reserved. Her full, seductive, black-sheer legs occasionally twitched, which inadvertently gave his behemoth a unique sensation of tightening and stretching, indirectly helping to rub and stroke him.
Ethan followed his instincts, holding Amano Yuuma's black-sheer legs, thrusting his hips while gently caressing her beautiful feet.
His behemoth moved in and out between her soft, smooth, full thighs. The large, purplish-red tip occasionally peeked out between her two round, long legs, smearing the fluid secreted from his excitement onto Amano Yuuma's pink flower-valley and pale lower abdomen.
The smooth texture of the high-end black sheer, the soft delicacy of the girl's thigh flesh, combined with the psychological pleasure, quickly made Ethan's waist feel sore.
"Yuuma-chan... I'm going to cum... I want to just..."
Looking at the scorching behemoth frantically rubbing against her thighs, Amano Yuuma's face was scarlet. "Pervert... do you really love my legs that much..."
After taunting Ethan, she gave a low "Mmm," clamping her legs tightly. "Since you like it so much... I'll allow you to cum once like this..."
With Amano Yuuma's active cooperation, Ethan finally couldn't hold back. He roared, spraying his thick, scalding essence into the black-sheer thigh-hole.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the duration of the behemoth's release was extraordinarily long. A massive amount of milky-white essence splattered out, leaving marks all over Amano Yuuma's body.
Because the head of his cock was facing her, her pure and seductive face, large breasts, smooth lower abdomen, and pink flower-valley became the ground zero of the spray.
Amano Yuuma, feeling her body parts covered in essence, trembled slightly. Her exquisite face became even redder, almost dripping blood.
She slowly removed her underwear and the stockings, which were saturated with white fluid. "Alright, now it's time for proper cultivation."
This sentence was an implicit admission that her earlier actions were driven by desire, but Ethan, having already benefited, certainly wasn't going to call her out on it.
"Good. I just reached S-rank a few days ago. You should get a considerable boost during this cultivation."