System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Drinking from the Spring

Before she could even open her mouth to voice her compliance, Ethan dived downward. He aggressively tore open the front of her top, his mouth locking onto her bare breasts, sucking and biting her sensitive nipples until she let out a loud, high-pitched gasp. Without giving her a moment to recover, his large hands smoothly slid her skirt and undergarments down her trembling thighs, tossing them onto the floor.

He moved between her legs, spreading her knees wide as his gaze fell upon her soft, glistening center. By this point, Louisa was already completely drenched, her sweet fluids coating her thighs.

Ethan’s tongue possessed a monstrous level of mastery. During his private hours of cultivation, he hadn’t been idle. The sacred inheritances of the Amethyst Lord Manual contained a highly specialized, esoteric technique with a deceptively amusing name: Drinking from the Source. It was a dual-cultivation method designed to rapidly absorb the raw, unrefined primordial Yin essence of a female partner as if it were pure, refreshing spring water.

Ethan buried his face deeply between her thighs, his tongue driving straight into the deepest depths of her swollen passage.

”Ah! E-Ethan! Wait—!” Louisa shrieked, her fingers violently clutching the bedsheets as the sudden, overwhelming sensation shattered her mind.

Ethan ignored her frantic protests. His tongue moved with supersonic, rhythmic precision, creating a localized vortex of friction before his teeth gently, expertly nipped down on her highly sensitive, pink pearl.

The stimulation was catastrophic. In less than sixty seconds, Louisa’s entire body went completely rigid, her back arching off the mattress as a massive, violent orgasm ripped through her soul. She cried out hysterically, her feminine juices erupting in a heavy, continuous torrent—and Ethan took it all, activating the supreme gravity of his technique to drink every single drop of her royal princess fluid directly from the spring, absorbing her pure Yin essence to fuel the roaring fires of his core.

The esoteric dual-cultivation method of Drinking from the Source was fundamentally different from his raw, destructive devouring abilities. Instead of acting like an industrial vacuum that violently ripped out resources, this technique only gathered what the female body could naturally secret and release on its own. It was infinitely safer and carried zero risk of damaging her foundation. Ethan had specifically chosen it because he had absolutely no intention of hurting Louisa; he wanted to bind her to him, not break her.

Yet, even with those safety measures, the sheer, unbridled potency of the technique was entirely too overwhelming for a common cultivator.

Louisa had been thoroughly, aggressively milked from her core. She now lay completely inert against the white sheets, her limbs limp and her breathing shallow. Her face was locked in a state of absolute, dazed distortion from the sheer velocity of the pleasure that had just violently rewired her nervous system. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, staring blankly at the wooden canopy of the bed as she let out tiny, unconscious whimpers.

Ethan slowly lifted his head from between her trembling thighs, wiping a glistening trace of sweet silver fluid from the corner of his lips. He looked down at her completely unresponsive, melted form, a quiet, thoughtful frown crossing his handsome face.

”I seriously need to exercise more caution with these ancient techniques,” Ethan thought, a slight sigh escaping his chest as he ran a hand through his damp hair. ”The manual’s description explicitly stated it would only draw out what she could safely release, but it looks like it completely fried her senses anyway. She’s entirely aturdida.”

He reached out, his large, warm hand gently cupping her flushed cheek. Louisa merely let out a soft, helpless moan at his touch, her body entirely spent before the main event had even begun.

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On the other side of the connecting corridor, inside the adjoining suite, the atmosphere was far from tranquil. Mary was pacing frantically from one wall to the other, her damp hair swaying as her boots clicked rapidly against the wooden floorboards.

Roy sat cross-legged on his bed, carefully wiping down the scabbard of his katana. After watching his mother trace the exact same line across the rug for the twentieth time, he let out a heavy sigh and looked up. ”Mother, if you are honestly this worried about Louisa, why don’t you just walk over there and check on her?”

”How could I possibly just walk in?!” Mary snapped back in a sharp, frantic whisper, her hands waving in the air as she stopped her pacing. ”This is your sister’s very first time with a man! Of course I am terrified! I’m scared she won’t be able to handle it, or that she’ll say something incredibly stupid and make Master Ethan angry!”

Roy frowned slightly, setting his sword down. ”She’s your daughter, Mother. If you’re this terrified for her safety, why did you leave her alone with him like that? It feels like you just abandoned her to her fate.”

”What do you know about it, you foolish boy?!” Mary hissed, her eyes flashing with a mix of maternal anger and deep anxiety. ”You think I abandoned her? Everything I do is out of pure, unadulterated worry for her future! The only thing I have ever wanted for Louisa is for her to live a stable, protected, and peaceful life. I don’t want her to suffer the way I suffered on these brutal streets! Look around us, Roy! Could you possibly find a better man for her in this entire frontier?! Tell me!”

”Of course not,” Roy replied instantly, his voice softening into a tone of absolute respect. ”Master Ethan is the most powerful, capable, and honorable person I have ever met. I’m just saying... you haven’t stopped walking since we walked through that door.”

”I am terrified he might hurt her,” Mary whispered, her shoulders dropping as she looked down at her trembling hands. ”It is her first time... for us women, it hurts a great deal.”

Unable to contain her anxiety for another second, Mary turned on her heel and slipped out of the room. She glided silently down the dim corridor, her heart hammering against her ribs as she approached the heavy wooden door of the master suite. She hesitated, holding her breath as she leaned her ear slightly closer to the frame.

The exact second her ear made contact with the wood, a series of loud, breathless, and utterly hysterical cries of pure, unadulterated ecstasy echoed straight through the paneling. Louisa was screaming, her voice completely distorted by a wave of pleasure so intense it sounded almost otherworldly.

Mary’s eyes instantly widened to the size of saucers. Her face flushed a violent, deep shade of crimson.

Without waiting to hear another syllable, she spun around and came sprinting back down the corridor, bursting into Roy’s room and slamming the door shut behind her as she panted for air.

Roy blinked in confusion, looking up from his mattress. ”Well? What happened?”

Mary smoothed down her apron, coughing tightly to regain her maternal composure as her face remained completely bright red. ”I believe... I believe your sister is having a perfectly wonderful time. Now, stop gossiping and get back to your training, boy!”