[Chapter 90: Amanda Wants to Move In]
Daniel turned around just as the neighbors emerged to investigate the commotion. Although the events themselves were complicated, only a minute or two had passed since he left the house. By the time the neighbors heard the noise and stepped outside, everything had already settled.
They only caught sight of Daniel and Amanda embracing and kissing -- they missed everything else. Everyone looked puzzled, especially because their tender moment was framed by shattered windows and broken glass scattered all over the floor. They found it odd. Had these two gotten so carried away they smashed the windows for dramatic effect?
Being watched didn't embarrass Amanda one bit. She grabbed Daniel's hand and led him back inside. Once inside, Amanda's actions grew more intense and urgent.
Amanda slammed the door shut with her free hand, her breath ragged as she pressed Daniel against the wall. The adrenaline from her near-death experience still pulsed through her veins, morphing into raw, desperate need.
She didn't waste time -- her fingers clawed at his shirt, buttons scattering as she yanked it open, her mouth crashing against his in a searing kiss. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling hungrily as she ground her hips against the hardening bulge in his pants.
One hand fisted in his hair, tugging sharply as her other hand slid down to palm him through the fabric, feeling him twitch under her touch.
"Amanda…" he murmured against her mouth.
"I thought I was going to die," she whispered, her voice shaking just slightly.
With a rough shove, she pushed him onto the nearby couch, climbing onto his lap without breaking contact. Her skirt rode up as she straddled him, the heat of her panty-clad-cunt pressing against his thigh, already slick with arousal.
Daniel groaned as she rocked against him, her panties soaked through, the fabric clinging to her folds.
She reached between them, first moving her panty aside and then tearing his belt open with impatient fingers, freeing his cock -- hard and flushed -- before sinking down onto him in one brutal thrust.
A cry tore from her throat as he filled her, the stretch bordering on pain, but she didn't care. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him frantically, each snap of her hips driving him deeper, the slap of skin echoing in the room.
"Fuck! Fuck! Yes," she panted, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every movement.
Daniel gripped her waist, his fingers bruising as he matched her pace, thrusting up into her with a growl.
The coil in her belly tightened unbearably, her climax crashing over her like a wave, her walls clamping around him as she screamed his name. He followed seconds after, his release spilling deep inside her as she collapsed against his chest, both trembling and gasping for air.
...
But after the frenzy came reality.
The house was a wreck -- the windows shattered, the floor littered with glass, and the whole place had become unsafe. After two consecutive incidents, Amanda had no desire to live there anymore. On the upside, she'd earned some money, and her financial situation was far better than before. Yet she was now considering a different plan.
"Daniel," Amanda said, looking at him with a hint of hesitation. "Can I move in with you?"
Daniel was taken aback. Didn't they already agree on three years? This sounded like it wasn't going to stop after that.
Refusing outright would definitely hurt Amanda's feelings.
"My house is -- well, it's haunted," Daniel warned her. "At least a hundred people have died there. There's even a prison underground, where people were tortured and murdered."
Amanda's face went pale. "Forget it, then. I'll find another place," she said quickly.
Daniel quietly exhaled in relief. Finding a new place would definitely take time.
...
After tidying up, Amanda booked a hotel room for the meantime. The house needed serious repairs and cleaning before she could hand it back to the landlord.
Daniel accompanied Amanda to the hotel, but she clung to him, and he ended up staying another night.
The physical toll of that night made Daniel even more eager to level up his body as soon as possible. Amanda, however, was bursting with energy and looked even more radiant than before.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Amanda gasped softly. "Why do I feel like my skin's actually better? Smoother?"
She stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes wide as she stared at Daniel. Then realization dawned. "Is it because of you, Daniel?"
He nodded. "That's right."
Magic was a refined form of Spiritual Power, and Spiritual Power naturally regulated the human body. When he was just a Foundation Order Exoricst, his Magic was shallow and its effects subtle. But after breaking through to Authority Order, this became much more pronounced. When he reached Celestial Order, the results would be even more impressive.
"Wow, it really is you," Amanda said with admiration and immediately lunged at him again. Daniel gently pushed her hands away.
"Don't forget, you have a lot of work today," he reminded her.
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock at the door. Amanda reluctantly released him and went to see who it was. Peering through the peephole, she opened the door to find her agent, Wendy.
...
"Good morning, Amanda. Good morning, Daniel," Wendy greeted them warmly.
Daniel smiled gently, relieved by the friendly presence. "Good morning, Wendy."
Seeing Daniel's warm smile, Wendy felt a flutter in her chest. He'd never looked so genuine, never shown this much enthusiasm toward her before. Now that she knew about Daniel's abilities, her interest had definitely grown.
"Did I interrupt anything?" Wendy asked. "I can come back later."
"No need." Daniel relaxed and took the lead in the conversation. "Amanda's just passionate about her work and getting impatient."
"Good to hear," Wendy said with a relieved smile. Any agent wants their artist driven and eager -- more work means more money.
Amanda shot Daniel a sideways glance. "I'm ready. Let's go."
...
After dropping Amanda off at the parking lot, Daniel drove his Cadillac back home. This was his moment to review the fight against the Evil Spirit and process everything Amanda had put him through.
Not only Amanda -- but Megan was quite wild too. And Miranda, the widow, remained in high demand.
'Vixens,' Daniel muttered with a smirk. 'Just wait until I leveled up my body. Let's see how aggressive you are then.'
Gathering his thoughts, Daniel summarized the battle. The Evil Spirit was strong, on par with the One Missed Call Female Ghost. Facing it before his Breakthrough to Authority Order would have been difficult. Even if he prevailed, the cost would have been heavy.
But now, without even using the Rite of Divine Empowerment, Daniel crushed the opponent with sheer power. His strength increase after the breakthrough was undeniable.
"Once I get lightning-struck wood and forge some Magical Artifacts, my combat power will be even higher."
With a satisfied look, Daniel entered the System interface.
[Merit Points: 108,400]
All the upgrade buttons lit up.
Daniel hesitated between upgrading "Exorcism Level" or "Seal Crafting Art."
Advancing from Sanctum Lord to Archon of Mandate required 64,000 Merit Points. This would enrich the Magic in his body and let him control spiritual energy more effectively.
Upgrading Seal Crafting Art from Fourth to Fifth Level needed 100,000 Merit Points. This would grant him more Seals and increase the success rate of creating them.
The power of Seals depended both on the skill level of Seal Crafting and his Exorcism strength. However, according to the Essentials of Exorcism, powerful Seals couldn't be drawn on ordinary paper -- they demanded specialized materials with significant Spirituality, like human or demon skin.
After weighing his options, Daniel chose to upgrade Exorcism Level. He didn't have superior materials to make more powerful Seals, so upgrading Seal Crafting Art now would be useless.
"Exorcism, upgrade!"
[Exorcist Level: Archon of Mandate (Authority Order)]
[Merit Points: 44,400]
Daniel let out a long breath, as if releasing the pain endured during the breakthrough.
Next, he spent 30,000 Merit Points to boost the Sanctum Blade Technique, Spiritual Perception Technique, and Artifact Forging Art -- all to Fourth Level.
...
Status:
[Host: Daniel Cross]
[Body Constitution: Thunder Body]
[Exorcist Level: Archon of Mandate (Authority Order)]
[Skills:]
[Sanctum Blade Technique: Fourth Tier]
[Divine Incantation for for Purifying Souls]
[Prayer Seal Crafting Art: Fourth Tier]
[Spiritual Perception Technique: Fourth Tier]
[Rite of Divine Empowerment: Fourth Tier]
[Inner Sanctification Rite]
[Artifact Forging Art: Fourth Tier]
[Golden Aegis Rite]
[Merit Points: 14,400]
...
Glancing at his details, Daniel couldn't help but smile. The gains this time were substantial. The only regret was not earning any money -- and the considerable number of Seals he had used.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Daniel picked it up. "Hello?"
"Mr. Cross, a shipment has arrived for you. Are you available to sign for it?" a voice asked on the other end.
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