He stood, lifting both her legs up, her ass in his hands as he squeezed it hard. His fingers sank into the flesh, controlling her completely.
"Haaa...♡~"
"Haaaaa...♡~"
She hugged him tightly as her legs weren't on the floor but tied across his hips, her body completely dependent on him for support.
"I can't hold back anymore."
"Whhhaaat??♡~"
"I'm... ughhh... it's coming...♡~"
He shot his load inside her, his body tensing with the release.
♡Splash!♡
She clenched his body tight, her walls squeezing him as he filled her.
"Haanghhh!♡~"
"Aaaghhh!♡~"
Cale huffed heavily after releasing his jizz for the sixth time in only four hours. His cock was still half hard, but a satisfied smile finally came to his face as he put Ava down slowly.
His hand squeezed out the last drops of the sixth time, thick and warm drops fell right onto her nose.
His hardness softened now, but she took a kiss of it.
Finally tamed, huh? See this girl licking it even when soft.
She was licking that soft shaft like it was candy, as if wanting to make it hard again, sucking that flaccid member until her cheeks hollowed out.
He was sent out shortly after. Why, you might ask? It was the coming of age celebration. The duke was turning 117 now. Well, what did you think would happen having this number of wives and kids? With that position, of course he had established a cultivation base with crazy cash from his brother, the king.
Cale was thrown into his room, a mark of control placed on his back so he couldn't run or even try to snuggle up to the duke, who couldn't care less anyway about his existence.
The people in the Velard empire were less knowledgeable about cultivation. Forget dual cultivation—they didn't even know that they had to be secluded for a long time to get even the slightest boost in power.
Well, not like I'm one to talk. I roamed around continents watching cultivators snag my women while I wandered around baseless.
There were going to be some serious incidents happening ahead, like that princess dying and all. He needed to prepare himself for what was coming.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Low Rank Yang Healing awarded - Sex with Ava - Fully tamed another woman - Way to go, host!]
"Thanks, I guess."
It's only been a day. I haven't even experienced those nightmares yet.
Although they could be fully negated once he got a slight boost in cultivation, they would still be full lies. But the nightmares would still be there, tormenting him every night.
Agh, my sleeps after good sex are going to be destroyed.
He turned on the healing ability.
[SYSTEM: 4 hours 53 minutes to full body heal]
Let's sleep. It's been long anyway. It's near night so... yep.
He slept on the bed, expecting rest after his exhausting day. It was the first warm sleep after thirty-something years, yet there was a nightmare waiting for him.
It was a scary dream about his first life—going to school, going to college, living with orphanage kids. And then boom. Truck smash.
He jolted awake, his heart pounding.
If I remember correctly... well, they just showed my whole first life.
I have... travelled through time.
The sex was unreal. Fucking his stepsister, then her knight, both of whom had made him mad in his first life enough that he had to run.
Not that it's any different now. Although I've tamed those two, I still don't have real power.
He looked around at his surroundings. The room was decorated like a palace, with western furniture scattered about.
Welcome back, my room.
He was confined to watching in his room, unable to leave. He looked at a mirror on the wall.
And this face. Looks exactly like me when I was seventeen or eighteen.
Is this the time for this?
He stood up and went to the mirror again, taking another look at his reflection.
Hehe, I was really handsome when I was young. The restoration healing is good. I didn't notice when in that cellar or while fucking those two, but this young body really is good.
I should confirm how much that healing speed is.
He took a knife from the table—it was a red color, probably used for cutting fruit.
It's only a shallow cut anyway.
He made a cut on his finger.
It cut, but blood erupted crazily from the wound.
"Aaghhh... who the hell put an artifact for cutting fruits on that fucking table? Shitttt!"
He was screaming like crazy, rolling on the floor and shaking his finger frantically.
His past life, not on Earth but the one as Cale, suddenly flashed through his mind. A headache pounded through his skull.
A nightmare, huh? Sure, why not.
The nightmare consumed him completely.
Cale Regulus Midgar, framed for countless crimes—some forced on him, some of his family members put on him so they could get free. His father thought at least he would help while leaving the family.
The royal family made him a commoner.
Forced to walk naked in shackles through the capital.
Spit on by fucking petty commoners who had never even seen a noble before.
The king said, "Never set foot here again or you'll be killed. We won't leave you again with just your core destroyed."
He had even sold all the properties—if that's what you could call them—to get a cultivation base in his previous life.
He jolted awake from the nightmare, huffing heavily.
"Huff... huff..."
He held his head between his legs, curled up on the bed as waves of trauma and despair washed over him.
Fuck. If regression was possible, wasn't there another body? I did get sex for the first time, but the future... it's grim. I don't know if this system will fully help me or not.
A knock on the door interrupted his spiraling thoughts.
"Come in."
The door opened and a maid entered carrying a box. He realized who she was, although he was seeing her with fresh eyes now. It was Rexa, one of his loyal maids.
She wore that maid outfit with frills, a headpiece to match, and her skirt was short—though that was Cale's doing when he had the workers dress that way. Her stockings were soft and white on her slim body, and she had an ample chest, not too big, not too small, just enough to cup in hands. Her hair was black with purple ends, and her eyes were a striking crimson red.
"You are... Rexa. Oh, what's the matter?"
She stared at him, noticing he was acting strange.
Rexa was a shy girl who had spent most of her time with her parents, who both worked and lived on the estate. She had grown up with Cale as a childhood friend, but now she was seeing him again after fifteen something years. Of course he'd act like he didn't know her—he was a completely different person now.
She stared at him, her eyes catching on the cut on his finger.
"Master, are you... hurt?"
"Oh, this. Don't worry, with some healing and a band aid."
She tilted her head, confused.
"Band aid?"
Oh. Band aid isn't given to most commoners, and nobles act tough, not wanting to hide small cuts.
She sat down on one knee, her skirt flapping slightly as she moved.
Rexa held his hands gently, her touch warm against his skin.
His heart beat fast at her proximity, something stirring in him that he couldn't quite explain.
"Although I don't know what this band aid is, if it's only healing a cut, I can do it."
"Oh... if you can do it then..."
He gulped, unsure of what was about to happen.