After savoring Isabella's peak, Ethan released his life essence into her, completing their second round of healing and cultivation.
"Cerys, you can continue your mission," Ethan said, turning his head. He didn't have a voyeurism fetish, even if the observer was a blonde beauty. "But if you're done for now, could you please leave? I need to continue with Ravel and the others. Oh, and close the door on your way out. Thanks."
Without waiting for a response, Ethan picked up the blushing Ravel and began the final round. Cerys hesitated, her emerald eyes fixed on Ethan's athletic physique. She bit her lip hard. She walked to the door, locked it from the inside, and then returned to the bedside.
Ethan looked at her in surprise but didn't stop. He slid back into Ravel's hot garden, making the sharp-tongued heiress moan piteously. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, swaying with his impacts.
After dozens of thrusts, Ethan asked, "What are you doing? I already said you could stay on the mission." He lifted Ravel into a "cowgirl" position, allowing him to face Cerys better while he continued.
Every time Ravel slid up and down, a small bulge appeared on her flat belly. The proud devil princess didn't care about anything anymore, letting Ethan work her over while he talked to Cerys.
"The... the mission changed slightly," Cerys stammered. "It's still surveillance, but they want me to monitor you specifically..."
The Brave higher-ups wanted to uncover the secret behind Ethan's monstrous growth. Everyone knew about his Dual Cultivation, but some refused to believe that was the only reason.
Ethan wasn't surprised. "So..." he said, looking at the flushed Brave girl whose legs were rubbing together. "You're saying you need to follow me 24 hours a day, never leaving my side?"
Cerys's black-stockinged legs tensed. She nodded slightly. "Um... yes... if that's okay..."
"Well, I don't mind. It's a bit weird being watched, but I can accept it." As long as the watcher is a beauty, he added mentally. "But what would you do if I said no?"
Instead of giving a tactical answer, the overly-righteous Cerys gave an answer straight out of an adult manga. She looked at him seriously. "I would find a way to make you agree, no matter the cost..."
Ethan almost stopped moving. He couldn't help but ask, "If I said you had to offer your purity to change the agreement, what then?"
Without hesitation, Cerys said, "If that's what it takes, I am willing."
"You were prepared for that all along, weren't you?" Ethan saw through her.
Cerys didn't hide it. "It's not like I'm losing out much. And I figured you would likely make such a demand. I didn't expect you to agree unconditionally. It seems I misunderstood you; you're actually a good person."
Ethan stared at the girl who was now almost crawling onto the bed. "I 'thank' you for that," he muttered sarcastically. He had no interest in forcing her, but her attitude made him want to pin her down and show her exactly how "good" he was.
He glared at her, suppressed the urge to take her right then, and focused back on Ravel, accelerating his pace. Ravel responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
Seeing Ethan drop the subject, a flicker of disappointment appeared in Cerys's heart. She knew why she had given that answer. Part of it was duty... but the other part was something she didn't want to admit yet.
As the cultivation reached its height, Cerys could no longer restrain herself. She was now kneeling on the bed, her emerald eyes fixed on the point where Ethan and Ravel were joined. Her fingers slipped under her ultra-short skirt, following the rhythm of Ethan's thrusts as she began to rub herself through her tights.