As the life energy was injected, two glows of demonic power emerged from the center of their bodies—one pale blue and the other silver-white.
Before the peak of pleasure could even fade, Grayfia felt a surge of soul-deep joy. Having achieved God-rank, Ethan's life energy and cultivation efficiency had reached a new plateau. The silver-haired housewife felt not only her body filled to the brim but also her heart; the obsessions that had plagued her for years began to wash away under these waves of power. Her stagnant strength advanced significantly, and the seemingly unreachable threshold of the next rank flickered before her eyes.
Simultaneously, Ethan felt a tangible increase in his own power. By merging soul and flesh with Grayfia, he absorbed the primal Yin essence she had cultivated for decades. His newly awakened God-rank aura stabilized, pushing him firmly toward the realm of a Middle Deity.
The two remained entwined, savoring the elevation of their dual cultivation. Despite the daylight, despite Grayfia's unfinished duties, and despite the commotion Ethan's breakthrough had caused outside, the fire of lust was far from extinguished. One was a woman who had been a lonely "breeding machine" for years, never knowing true passion; the other was a young man who had just conquered his inner demons and was finally holding the beauty he had long desired. A second round of battle began almost immediately.
Meanwhile, Venelana Gremory—who looked almost exactly like a flaxen-haired version of her daughter Rias—finally finished dealing with the curious demons prying into the estate. The matriarch of the Gremory clan rubbed her forehead, her long flaxen hair swaying with mature grace.
Once alone, she sensed the energy coming from her daughter-in-law's cultivation chamber. "Hmm? That aura definitely isn't Grayfia's, but it feels familiar..."
Unable to contain her curiosity, Venelana headed toward Grayfia's room. As she walked down the silent, spotless corridor, she heard strange noises—gasps and moans mixed together, sounding like someone undergoing intense physical strain... or pleasure.
Standing at the door, Venelana felt a strange restlessness stirring in her own body. She knocked.
Knock, knock. "Grayfia? Are you in there?"
The sounds inside stopped instantly, followed by muffled groans. Venelana's face flushed. A scandalous thought crossed her mind: Is she... taking care of herself in the middle of the day?
Inside the room, the shock of Venelana's arrival caused Ethan and Grayfia to hit a sudden peak together. Ethan quickly covered Grayfia's mouth to stifle her scream. Once they caught their breath, he whispered for her to answer, though his thick cock remained buried deep inside her wet flower.
"Mmm... Mother, is something wrong?" Grayfia tried to keep her voice steady and professional.
As she spoke, Ethan slowly pulled out his throbbing member and flipped her over. He grabbed her round, white ass and positioned her facing the door, then pressed the head of his wet, slick cock against her puckered, pink rosebud.
Feeling the hot, massive head slowly pushing into her tight backside, Grayfia looked back with pleading eyes. Ethan had already taken her mouth and her pussy; now he was claiming her back door while her mother-in-law stood right outside. The taboo thrill made Ethan even more excited.
"Grayfia, I'm coming in, alright?" Venelana said, her voice full of concern.
"Ah... mmm..." Grayfia bit her lip, feeling the thick shaft forcing its way into her anus. "I... I'm not decent right now... mmm... Mother, can this wait a moment?"
"Are you unwell?" Venelana asked. "Is it because of that energy surge from earlier?"
"No... it's fine. That aura was Ethan... Sir Ethan," Grayfia gasped.
"The little redhead?" Venelana pondered. She realized it did feel like Ethan, just infinitely more powerful.
Grayfia looked back at Ethan, pleading for him to finish quickly. But Ethan just smiled and stopped moving, signaling that he wanted Grayfia to use her own hips to grind and squeeze the seed out of him. With no choice, Grayfia began to rock her slender waist, swallowing and spitting out the purple-red monster with her tight, inexperienced rear.
"Grayfia, why is Ethan breaking through in your room?" Venelana asked again. "I'm coming in. I want to talk about this."
The flaxen-haired beauty couldn't imagine that Grayfia was bold enough to be cuckolding her husband just inches away. But Ethan was the bold one. He had long desired Venelana, who looked like a more mature, sexy version of Rias.
"Just a second!" Grayfia cried out.
Ethan grabbed her hips and began to hammer into her backside. The tight, hot ring of her anus squeezed him so hard that he reached his limit in seconds. He buried himself deep and flooded her back door with thick, white life essence.