Sakura Miyajima was meticulous. She licked every inch of him, seemingly determined to polish Alistair's "siege cannon" to a mirror shine.
Is she wearing one too?
Alistair noticed the pendant around Sakura's neck. He reached out and lifted it to inspect it, but the object remained dormant.
Does it require someone with supernatural power to activate it and feed back to me?
Alistair recalled his previous absorptions: Sister Anna and Alisa Kurusu. Both possessed supernatural abilities. It seemed this device—the [Mark of Ur]—could only siphon "Mystery" from those who already had a supernatural spark to empower him. Interestingly, the hosts didn't seem to lose anything in the process. What exactly was the mechanism?
And the infection vector was bizarre—it seemed to spread just by looking at it. At first glance, it appeared to be an unstoppable plague, but there had to be limitations he hadn't discovered yet.
"Mmm~"
Alistair raised an eyebrow. Sakura's tongue was working wonders, swirling and probing in a way that felt incredible. Her slick, wet movements traveled slowly up and down the length of his shaft.
The slow-lick technique, huh?
Alistair reached out with his other hand and stroked Sakura's hair, encouraging her to swallow more of his massive length as she cleaned him.
"Mmph... nngh!"
After ten minutes of dedicated service, Sakura reluctantly pulled away. She lay back on the carpet, her years of athletic training and stretching giving her incredible flexibility. Even lying down, she could maintain a wide, horizontal split, fully exposing her delicate, budding flower.
"Alistair-kun, please... come inside~"
Sakura reached down, parting the petals of her secret garden to reveal a path that was already drenched and muddy.
"I wouldn't want to be impolite," Alistair muttered.
He gripped his "cannon," adjusted the angle of attack against the entrance of her garden, and gave a sudden, powerful thrust. He buried himself deep inside her in one go.
"Haaa~!"
Sakura exhaled sharply. The feeling of the giant object stretching her internal walls made it impossible for her to think.
Alistair looked down at the small portion of himself that was still outside. While using the Horse Talisman to heal her, he noted that few could handle his full, unadulterated size. Fortunately, his [Life Return] allowed him to adjust his physical dimensions slightly. He shortened the "barrel" just enough to fit perfectly.
Soon, he and Sakura were locked in a tight, rhythmic embrace. Sakura was already in a daze. Unlike Sister Anna or Alisa, she had no supernatural resistance. Supernatural power was tied to the soul, and mental fortitude was part of that spiritual weight.
Sister Anna could maintain a stone-faced expression even during intense pleasure. Alisa could hold out for minutes even when Alistair went "full power." But Sakura? She was a pure human. Against Alistair's [Pheromones] and the dual-enhanced stimulation of the Ring, she stood no chance.
However, surrendering to instinct wasn't a bad choice. She wasn't a succubus trained in the arts; by letting her body take over, her anatomy began to instinctively mold itself to fit him—literally taking "Alistair's shape."
Alistair's diameter remained unchanged, so Sakura's body had to adapt to the "caliber" of his weapon. While she lacked the "Masterpiece" qualities of Alisa's specialized biology, her earnest, raw reaction was a delicacy of its own. Plus, he was absorbing waves of "Desire" to strengthen himself.
As he moved, Alistair checked his progress.
There really isn't a bottleneck. He reconsidered the information from the Ring. Each "Mystery" item represented a leap in overall power—a firmer foundation. Perhaps he could reach 100% progress through raw Mystery, but he still needed eleven items to solidify his base.
For Sakura's first time, Alistair didn't overstimulate her. He used just enough technique to turn her into a quivering mess, gave her one final, searing blast of "ammunition," and then called a ceasefire.
He was beginning to understand the [Mark of Ur]. It wasn't random; it was picky. Every person he'd seen wearing it possessed top-tier looks and physique. Average-looking people were never chosen.
He had a bold theory: those selected by the Mark had latent supernatural potential. If he helped them onto the path of Transcendence, their "Mystery" would be copied and pasted into him.
If their power grows, does mine increase synchronously? If so, this wasn't just a ring—it was a god-tier AFK leveling system.
"Finished?"
A lazy, elegant voice broke Alistair's thoughts. Seraphina Kamiyozaka was leaning back on the sofa, watching him.
"Yeah. I'm good." Alistair stretched. After a dry spell, these two rounds had left him feeling refreshed.
"Good. Then you can leave," Seraphina said coldly.
"Oh. Let me help them clean up first." Alistair reached for his clothes, looking at the two girls sprawled on the floor. Sakura, as a normal human, might actually get sick if left like that.
"No need. I will handle the aftermath. You just go home," Seraphina refused.
"That generous? Fine, I'm out." Alistair gave her a curious look, then took the offer.
By the time he stepped out of the school, it was dark. Hours had passed.
"Tsk. Why do I feel... uncomfortable?" Alistair scratched his back. "I have the Horse Talisman. I shouldn't be getting sick."
In the shadows, Alistair's eyes began to shift toward a pale pinkish-red. His round pupils constricted toward the center, turning into dark red, abyssal vertical slits. Where he scratched his back, flakes of skin fell away like ash, revealing dark gold scales. But almost instantly, the scales smoothed over, fading back into porcelain-white skin.