Chapter 36: Rose Sterling Pride [R18]

Greed and strategic calculation flared in Ethan’s mind. In this world, every practitioner was limited to a single class.

The prospect of wielding a second class was a temptation no ambitious powerhouse could ignore. In his past life, Lumian must have stumbled upon this exact method by bedding his supposed mother.

A sharp, cunning smile crept onto Ethan’s lips.

Realizing she had no other leverage, Rose reluctantly waited for his answer.

Without wasting another second, Ethan turned and walked back toward the rustic wooden cabin nearby.

Reaching into his spatial inventory, he pulled out a specialized high-grade age-advancement and physical transformation pill, swallowing it instantly.

The moment the elixir melted in his system, his bones cracked and realigned with violent speed. His height shot upward in a matter of seconds, transforming his childish frame into a breathtakingly handsome, fully matured young man of twenty years old.

His striking golden hair cascaded down past his shoulders, glowing with ethereal radiance, and his facial features sharpened into a dangerously charming, aristocratic visage that radiated an irresistible magnetic allure.

Standing nearby, Selena caught sight of the sudden transformation, and a thin stream of blood instantly dripped from her nose. She quickly wiped it away, her heart hammering against her ribs as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Rose stood frozen, her jaw dropping open in utter disbelief.

Never in her entire life had she laid eyes on a man so devastatingly striking—or witnessed an artifact capable of artificially forcing an age-and-physique evolution in real-time.

Ethan stepped forward, a playful yet terrifying smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her.

"Now that I am twenty years old," Ethan whispered softly, his voice smooth and commanding, "why don’t you grant me that second class... right here, right now?"

Color completely vanished from Rose’s face as absolute panic set in.

Rose’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. Stuttering in sheer panic, she stammered, "Y-You... this is cheating!"

Ethan let out a low, amused chuckle. "Everything is fair for love and power. And don’t forget, you were the one who offered the deal in the first place. You promised to give me a Second Class. Whether you fulfill that promise now or twenty years from now, what difference does it make? Unless, of course, you were just planning to trick me all along."

Cold sweat broke out across Rose’s back, soaking her collar. "N-No! I wasn’t planning on tricking you!" she protested frantically, her voice trembling.

"Good," Ethan replied smoothly, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory glint. "Then take off your clothes."

A violent wave of heat rushed to Rose’s cheeks, leaving her blushing furiously. Even though she appeared to be in her twenties and had theoretically lived a full life with a husband who was now dead, she had never actually bared herself before a real man—thanks to relying solely on her blood clones in the past.

With trembling, reluctant fingers, she slowly began to unfasten her heavy outer robes. As the dark fabric slipped away, it revealed a breathtaking, flawless figure. Her voluptuous, full breasts heaved with every panicked breath, perfectly sculpted and firm, carrying the pristine aura of untouched youth.

Her skin possessed a smooth, pearlescent glow, and every curve of her body radiated an intoxicating, untouched innocence that completely contrasted with her reputation as a powerful dark sorceress. Her fiery red hair tumbled messily around a face dyed entirely in a deep, burning shade of embarrassment, making her look entirely vulnerable for the very first time in her life.

Ethan’s gaze swept over her with cold, calculating detachment. Stepping closer, his voice dropped into an authoritative command. "Lie down on the bed."

Without daring to disobey, Rose turned and climbed onto the sole wooden bed occupying the rustic hut, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

Standing over her, Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Tell me, do I need to perform any special rituals, or do we simply have to engage in intercourse?"

Swallowing hard, Rose kept her eyes averted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Simply... simply having relations is enough to trigger the bloodline transfer and awaken your second class."

Ethan gave a slow, deliberate nod.

Ethan’s gaze swept slowly over her exquisitely bare, trembling form, a cold, calculating smile playing on his lips. In truth, I originally intended to simply kill you, he thought to himself, watching the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

But since you threw such a tempting offer into my lap, I’ve changed my mind. I will turn you into my absolute slave instead. Once this is over, I’ll force a master-slave soul contract upon you.

Without a word of warning, Ethan moved closer, sliding between her trembling thighs. He pressed his hand downward, his fingers brushing against her untouched pusshy.

Even beneath the crushing weight of her panic, her body had begun to betray her nervous tension, slick heat already dampening her delicate folds.

Gasping sharply as his fingers made direct contact, Rose arched her back, her face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. "Y-You... you don’t need to do all that," she stammered, her voice breathless and frantic. "You can just... just begin directly—"

Ethan ignored her completely. Closing his ears to her protests, he pushed his first finger inward, parting her tight, virgin flesh with slow, deliberate authority. As she let out a sharp, involuntary gasp, he slid a second finger right beside the first, stretching her open as warm, slick fluids welled around his knuckles.

He didn’t rush. With a wicked, systematic rhythm, he began to work his fingers deeper, flexing and curling them inside her sensitive depths.

The sudden, intense invasion sent a violent jolt of electricity racing through Rose’s nervous system.

Her entire body shivered uncontrollably, her spine arching off the mattress as a low, scandalous moan slipped past her lips.

As he gradually added a third finger, stretching her core to its absolute limit, her resistance completely melted away.

The cold, calculating dark sorceress was reduced to a shivering, hyperventilating mess, her mind clouding over with a dizzying wave of heat and involuntary pleasure.

Every stroke of his hand drew out deeper, sweeter sounds from her throat, turning her initial terror into an overwhelming, breathless haze.

Her breath came in ragged, burning gasps, her chest heaving violently as the overwhelming friction left her completely undone.

Realizing she had to take the initiative if she wanted to survive this humiliation with any semblance of control, she shifted her hips slightly.

Reaching down with trembling, pale hands, she guided Ethan’s thick, fully aroused length directly to her entrance. Her face was flushed the color of a bruised plum, tears of sheer mortification pooling in the corners of her crimson eyes.

Without giving him another chance to tease her, she arched upward, pulling him deep inside herself in one desperate, fluid motion.

A sharp, piercing gasp tore from Rose’s throat as her body violently seized.

The sudden, invasive heat of his intrusion sent a blinding shockwave straight through her nervous system, forcing her pristine, untouched maiden walls to stretch and accommodate him to the absolute limit.

Her fingers clawed frantically into the wooden frame of the bed, her knuckles turning white as she endured the profound, tearing ache of her true first time.

Ethan grunted softly at the sheer, suffocating tightness gripping him, the sensation of her virgin flesh closing around him like a velvet vice sending a heavy jolt of dark satisfaction through his veins.

"Ah... ahh..." Rose whimpered, her voice cracking under the intense sensory overload. Her body trembled uncontrollably, caught between the agonizing sting of breaking open and the intoxicating, foreign wave of heat radiating from his core.

Ethan wasted no time. Grasping her slender waist firmly with both hands, he locked his intense blue gaze onto her tear-stained face and began to thrust.

The rustic wooden hut was filled with the heavy rhythm of sliding skin and muffled, desperate gasps as he drove into her deeper and harder, systematically breaking down her remaining pride with every single stroke.

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