The night air was cool, but Meguri Tomoe's room was white-hot with intensity. Equally heated was the heart of Tsubasa Yura next door. Listening to the exaggerated sounds and the strange dialogue between the two, Tsubasa felt a twinge of regret for not insisting on going first.
Fortunately, the agonizing wait didn't last long. Once Ethan stopped holding back and unleashed a final, savage assault, the perfect cultivation session concluded successfully within ten minutes. Meguri, having reached peak satisfaction several times over, had no objections to Ethan rushing to Tsubasa's side. She needed time to recover and digest the massive influx of life essence to stabilize her newly elevated power level. Not everyone was like Tsubasa, who was so addicted to the pleasure that she didn't mind being turned into a mindless doll.
Tsubasa's hips thrust back violently, her rounded breasts swaying wildly as she let out high-pitched, ecstatic cries. Ethan leaned over her back, sprinting toward the finish line. Seeing her so utterly undone by his thrusts, he drove himself into her even more ruthlessly.
"Ah... so good, Master Ethan!" Tsubasa arched her neck like a swan, calling out with emotion. "Master... ah... harder... I want to have your baby too...!"
As if competing with her friend, Tsubasa mimicked Meguri's nonsensical pleas about becoming a mother. Though Ethan knew it wasn't happening, such words in the heat of the moment were the ultimate aphrodisiac. Ethan leaned over her back, kneading and squeezing her heavy breasts while his lower half slammed into her garden with primal fury.
Soon, waves of intense pleasure washed over him. After Tsubasa had climaxed several more times, Ethan shuddered, pinning himself deep inside her as he pumped hot, thick jets of life essence into her core. He collapsed onto her soft back, soaking in the afterglow, reluctant to leave her body. Despite having devoured two virgins in one night, Ethan felt as hard as iron, still unsatisfied.
Tsubasa rolled over and pushed Ethan onto the carpet, her serpent-like tongue prying open his lips while her hand gripped his slick, throbbing member. It was still rock hard—no need to worry. Ethan squeezed her breasts as they comforted each other, building up the mood for another round.
But just as they were about to restart, the door flew open.
"Hey, Tsubasa, we agreed on one turn each, didn't we?"
The "turn" referred to Ethan's release of life essence. While the act itself often made them forget the goal, the aftermath was for tallying. Pleasure was a byproduct; the true aim was the Dual Cultivation to boost their strength.
Tsubasa, for the first time, hated the lack of soundproofing. Under Meguri's watchful gaze, she slowly sat up. Ethan followed Meguri back to her room for their second session.
In a blur of infinite bliss, two days passed. By Sunday, the three of them simply stayed together. Their traces were left everywhere—the living room, kitchen, bathroom, sofa, and even the balcony. Influenced by Tsubasa, Meguri barely rested.
When the Monday sun rose, Tsubasa and Meguri lay side-by-side on the tatami, completely naked and holding hands. Their expressions were dazed, their flat bellies were slightly distended from the sheer volume of essence, and their sexy bodies were covered in white stains.
Hah... Ethan looked at his masterpiece and subconsciously rubbed his lower back. It looked like both girls would be calling in sick today.
The results were worth the debauchery. Both girls had successfully undergone their first life-essence mutation, jumping two levels to become SS-class High-Tier Devils—equivalent to Eight-Winged Angels. By helping so many girls recently and absorbing their maiden essences, Ethan had finally reached a breakthrough of his own, glimpsing the threshold of the Dragon God class.
This discovery made him even more elated. If it weren't for school, he would have celebrated further. But since the girls had reached their absolute physical limit, he settled for tucking them in before heading to Kuoh Academy.
Touching the Dragon God class gave Ethan a fresh burst of energy to pursue Ruruko Nimura and Vania. He wasn't worried about their shyness; he had handled that type before. The process was familiar: talk, date, build affection, confirm feelings, and then the final home run.
The question was who to pursue first. Personally, he leaned toward Vania, the Reaper-turned-Devil. Her looks, figure, and unique lineage were highly desirable. However, after careful observation, he realized Vania's feelings were relatively clear, whereas Ruruko Nimura was the real challenge. If she were left for last, her lack of self-confidence might lead her to overthink things.
After consulting with Sona Sitri, Ethan decided to focus on Ruruko first.
By Wednesday, Tsubasa and Meguri had returned to school in peak condition. For the first time in a while, the Student Council was fully assembled.
"Ruruko, do you have plans later?" Ethan walked up to her and whispered as the day's work wound down.
Ruruko looked up in confusion and shook her head. "I... I'm free."
"Then how about we grab a bite and see a movie?"
"Eh?" Ruruko was startled. It took her a moment to realize this was a date invitation. Her cute face turned beet red, and she nervously gripped her sleeves under the gaze of the other girls. "I... I..."
She was happy, but the words wouldn't come. Fearing Ethan might misunderstand her silence, she became even more frantic, her tongue tied in knots.
Ethan chuckled softly. "Since you didn't say no, I'll take that as a yes."
"U-uh... okay!" Ruruko sighed in relief, thankful for his intervention.
The other girls watched with smiles. Ruruko was Sona's first servant, a Pawn who had used four pieces. She was strong and talented, but her personality made her feel like a burden, especially as the others grew stronger through Ethan's help. Vania, though quiet herself, had even told Sona she didn't mind being last if it helped Ruruko's confidence.
The council members helped Ruruko finish her work early. Ethan signed his last few papers and the two left school together, drawing stares. For Ethan, having a "new" girlfriend every few months was normal, but Ruruko felt the heat of the spotlight.
Ethan found her beauty in the subtle things. As the date progressed and their chemistry warmed, his affection for her became genuine. Introverted girls often had a "sixth sense" for the sincerity of others. Feeling Ethan's true acceptance, Ruruko relaxed and began to enjoy the sweetness of the date.
Excellent. If this keeps up, we might hit a home run tonight, Ethan thought.
"Ethan-senpai..."
"No need for 'senpai.' Just call me Ethan."
"I couldn't... you're older than me..." Ruruko was the youngest in the group, currently a first-year.
"Calling me 'senpai' feels distant. How about 'Big Brother Ethan'?" Ethan pushed, knowing a change in title would bridge the gap quickly.
"T-that..."
"Alright, in exchange, I'll just call you Ruruko."
"H-hai... Big Brother... Ethan..." Ruruko blushed, feeling like a small animal being teased. "So... the movie is over. What do we do now?"
"Well, I'd love to just go home and sleep with you," Ethan said bluntly, then pivoted. "But it's up to you. We'll do whatever you want. Of course, if you want to 'cultivate' and increase your strength, that would be best."
Ruruko wanted to. After the warm date, her final hesitations had vanished. But just as Ethan was about to speak for her, a stranger's voice shattered the mood.
"Lord Red Dragon Emperor, I have long wished to meet you..."
"Skip the pleasantries. Say what you have to say." Ethan interrupted the squinty-eyed young man in black. He sensed the man was a Devil, likely from one of the Four Great Pureblood Families. Despite his youth, he had the power of a High-Tier Devil.
The young man, Diodora Astaroth, paused. He had heard the Red Dragon Emperor was lenient with women but hadn't expected such hostility toward men.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Diodora Astaroth, a blood relative of the current Demon King Beelzebub."
Ethan gave him a look. "And? What do you want? We've never met."
Ruruko, hearing the name Beelzebub, turned into a frozen statue, not daring to move or speak. The hierarchy of Devils was ingrained in her soul.
"I have admired you for a long time," Diodora said, his hand over his chest. "I'll get straight to the point. I hope the Red Dragon Emperor can hand over Asia Argento to me."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, a thick, murderous intent radiating from him. "I'll give you one chance to rephrase that."
"Of course, I won't let you lose out," Diodora added quickly. "If you give me Asia, I will give you all of my servants, or I can find any other woman you desire."
"Are those your last words?" Ethan's voice was ice. "For Beelzebub's sake, I'll leave your body in one piece."
Ethan had zero interest in Diodora's servants. Did this guy really think he needed help getting women?
"Lord Red Dragon Emperor, think about it. You've already enjoyed that nun. Trading her for more women would be better for your cultivation." Diodora took a defensive stance.
"Trade your mother. I wouldn't trade her for your entire bloodline." Ethan snapped. "If you dare target my woman, you should be ready to die."
"Please reconsider! I am Beelzebub's blood relative—"
"I don't care if you're his own son, you die here today."
Ethan threw a lightning-fast upper-cut. Even though Diodora tried to defend, the God-level power pulverized him instantly. The force continued upward, clearing the clouds from the sky. The moonlight shone down on Diodora's headless corpse.
Ruruko grabbed Ethan's clothes, hiding behind him. Ethan frowned. The gap between S-rank and God-rank was massive, but he didn't feel the "click" of a true kill. As he watched, the headless body slumped and dissolved into black smoke before hitting the ground. Even the blood vanished.
"Interesting. He managed to deceive my senses." Ethan realized Diodora was still alive. He turned to the terrified Ruruko. "Sorry, Ruruko. Let's head home for today. I'll get you back safely."
He buried his killing intent deep inside. Whatever magic or power Diodora had used, Ethan was going to hunt him down and tear him apart.