Seeing that Yiru could no longer move on her own, Ethan took over, accelerating his pace. Her entire body shook with every strike.
The twins were a unique experience. Their pussies felt like they were lined with thousands of tiny hands, gripping and pulling at his cock. It was a lethal level of suction.
"Ethan-sama, I'm going! Faster… please!"
Yiru used her last bit of strength to grind her butt against him as her walls tightened into a vice grip. Ethan gripped her hips tight, his legs rubbing against hers, and prepared for the final burst.
"Ngh…!"
He slammed forward, pinning her against the mattress, and buried himself to the hilt, once again piercing past the cervix into her womb. He flooded her with his hot, volcanic seed.
"Ahhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Yiru's body went rigid, her throat letting out a series of high-pitched moans. As the essence flowed into her, it began to circulate through her body, repairing her damaged foundation.
Overwhelmed by the afterglow, Yiru looked back at Ethan with teary, grateful eyes. Despite his cock still being deep inside her, she followed her sister's example and closed her eyes to begin meditating.
Both sisters were currently only C-rank. Because the gap between their power and Ethan's was so massive, they needed to spend a lot of time digesting his essence to get the full benefit.
Ethan carefully withdrew, trying not to disturb her. He looked at the two twins lying side by side. Their naked bodies were covered in the marks of their "healing"—red friction burns, handprints, and a mess of fluids between their legs. But their expressions were solemn, eyes shut tight in deep focus.
It was barely past sunset. The whole ordeal had taken little more than an hour. Ethan looked at the long night ahead and decided it would be a waste to just sit there.
He had twelve more girls to save, not to mention a few "hungry" lovers waiting for him at home.
President, what are you doing? Ethan sent a message to Rias via their soul link.
Just finished a bath. Reading a book. Why aren't you working on your patients? Rias replied from the villa.
The first two are already done and meditating. Ravel is there, right? Tell her to bring the next ones.
Alright.
Rias didn't hesitate. The sooner the girls were healed, the better.
Half an hour later, Ravel arrived with the next set of "patients."
"Lord Ethan."
"Come in," Ethan called out. He could sense three auras outside—Ravel and two others.
The door creaked open. Two beautiful girls in maid outfits walked in. Ravel stayed by the door, stealing a peek inside before quickly looking away, her face turning bright red.
Ethan was a sight to behold. He looked lean and handsome, but his body was incredibly solid, and the "beast" between his legs was far more menacing than anything she had seen in books. Her throat felt dry—she wasn't sure if it was fear or a budding desire.
Ethan didn't have time for Ravel's curiosity. He had been waiting for thirty minutes, and his "Great Dragon" was ready for a new challenge.
Yubelluna, the experienced "Bomb Queen," hadn't come yet, but the two maids—Marion and Burent—were perfect replacements. They were far more voluptuous than the twins.
Marion had long, silky chestnut hair and gentle, downcast eyes that gave her a demure, sisterly vibe. Burent, on the other hand, was more energetic, with wine-red hair styled into a playful 'M' shape and bright blue eyes.
Their "maid outfits" were anything but professional. They wore low-cut, tight bodices that squeezed their 36D breasts upward, creating a deep canyon of cleavage. Their skirts were dangerously short, barely covering their rounded hips, and they wore black lace garter stockings that highlighted their long, shapely legs.
Under Ethan's burning gaze, both girls began to flush.
Ethan didn't wait. He grabbed the hand of the gentle Marion and pulled her down onto the bed. Looking at her blushing, refined face, a fire ignited in his gut.
He leaned down and bit her earlobe, causing the gentle girl to gasp and close her eyes.
"Marion… can I call you that?"
Her long lashes fluttered. She opened her chestnut eyes, full of shyness. "Yes… Ethan-sama."
"Please… be gentle…" she whispered.
"Don't worry," Ethan smiled, his hands already moving to her breasts. "Even though this is for your treatment, I intend to take it very seriously."
Ethan leaned in and captured her soft, red lips with his own, beginning the process of "healing" the demure maid.