Chapter 143: Craving A Good Bath

[Name: Hardwood Ben Dover]

[Realm: Noble Knight (Peak)]

[Penis Size: 7inch Hard]

[Unique Abilities: Realm Concealment(Noble)]

[Technique: Origin Spear Arts(Volume I)(Black)]

[SP: 16,148,723]

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Ben’s cumulative points balance was looking more and more impressive as time passed. He couldn’t yet believe that only a few days ago, he had only a few thousand points and less than a day to live; now he was flush with points and had more than half a month of lifespan left, and he was also living his best life doing things he enjoyed the most.

"This is the life."

Ben muttered in satisfaction, gently stroking Lyra’s hair in his arms. He felt he wouldn’t mind doing this for quite some time, but there were bigger fish to fry. His mission isn’t just to enjoy and relish his pleasure, but also to become stronger, strong enough to topple the tyrant of this world from her throne.

The foundation for this was already being set in place. The points required to even come as close to the level of strength of that person were a far cry from where he currently was. The only solution present to him to both become stronger in the fastest time and improve the size of his cock at the same time was to bed stronger and stronger women.

Lyra stirred in Ben’s arms, finally coming down from the waves of euphoric releases. Ben gently guided her to sit up against his chest as they relaxed into each other’s presence in quiet silence. Then, after a few quiet minutes of peaceful silence in each other’s embrace, relishing in their tightly connected bodies and the rhythm of their heartbeats, they both dove into playful discussions as laughter filled the space.

Lyra had adjusted her clothing properly; though her bodice was torn, it could still fit around her breasts well, at least until she got home, where she would change it up and fix it up. She chided Ben for being so rough with her clothes, but she appeared less pissed by it and more embarrassed in shyness.

They played around the archive room, discussed a bunch of stuff, and Ben found that Lyra was a wealth of knowledge. He was learning a lot of things he never knew about this world from her. Though it was hard to stay on topic, as they would suddenly just start smooching and romancing out of nowhere until either one pulled back and they would continue playing around.

These shenanigans of raging hormones carried on for a couple of odd hours until it got dark outside, and Lyra had to head home for the night as she’d already stayed later than usual, worrying her father might think something untoward had happened to her.

Being so close to the Wolfes, their home wasn’t far from the estate, right between the path that led to the city of Tellon. So, after seeing Lyra off to the gate, Ben turned around in the direction of his west wing. He needed to rest for the night, as he hadn’t gotten a proper rest for a while now. Though he was strong, he still needed to take care of himself. A proper bath also wouldn’t be so bad.

As Ben moved towards his room, he had to consider the fact that he was clearly being stalked. Right from the time he had left the estate to go out into the city of Tellon, as well as since he’d been back, a particular presence had been stalking him and monitoring all his movements.

The interesting part was that it was actually two presences that had been stalking him; while the first one had stopped the moment he entered back into the Wolfe estate, the second presence persisted and was even now stalking him. Maybe this person had been stalking him all along, and Ben was simply unable to sense their presence because he was too low in the knight realm back then.

He could tell this person was in the late stages of the master realm, obviously skilled at stealth and camouflage. Ben had an inkling of who might have placed this person on him. Now he was contemplating whether to reveal his strength and beat them up because it was becoming a nuisance.

It would become an issue if this person were to gain one of his major secrets, like the fact that he still has his penis. For the ladies who enjoy Ben as a person as well as the mind-shattering pleasure his cock brings to them, Ben doubted any would snitch on him about his cock. And if they did, he would simply have to deal with the consequences since he can’t stop bedding beauties. Both for his continued growth and survival, as well as the fact that it was his greatest pleasure and goal in life.

"Nah—I’ll just be more careful."

Ben murmured as he walked away. At least the stalker doesn’t follow him into the buildings or his room, and is just stalking on the outside. Also, he or she hasn’t really done anything to harm Ben yet. If either of his concerns proves true, Ben wouldn’t mind disciplining some sense into that fellow.

He was no longer prey in this world; he too had become a predator, and as long as he was careful enough, he was confident he could survive through the most dire of situations with his system and his sex points in hand.

Ben was in the mood for a soothing bath to take the edge off before going into bed, but seeing it was already so dark out, he wasn’t really sure if the twins would still be in his room; he might just have to find his way around setting himself up with a shower.

When Ben had left his room, the twins were still on his mattress, passed out from the exertion of being run through by Ben’s cock. He expected they must have woken up while he was away and made their way back to the servants’ quarters for the night since it was so late, but when he opened his door, the twins jumped into his arms, greeting him with sensual vigor, as Ben reciprocated equally.

As if reading his mind, the twins had offered to go prepare Ben a bath, which he happily agreed to.