Ethan’s whisper was soft, but it carried a tone that brooked no argunt. Lyla, still trembling from her recent climax, shuddered again at the warmth of his breath against her ear.
"I... what do you... what do you want to do?"
Flustered, she buried her face in his chest, overwheld with a shyness she couldn’t suppress. She understood exactly what he was asking, and her heart fluttered into a frantic rhythm.
Hearing no refusal in her voice, a wicked grin spread across Ethan’s lips. Just as he rembered. Even back in the cabin, when she had been the one to push him down, she was the novice, and he had quickly taken the lead. And just like the ’Moonbeam’ from his mories—the one who had stayed by his side in his previous life within Ethereal—she was like a kitten, eager to please and fulfill his every desire.
Guided by his low, murmured instructions, Lyla made a montous decision. She curled her body, turning herself around until her head was at his feet and her playful, wriggling toes were right before his eyes.
There, under the open sky at the mountain’s peak, under Ethan’s tutelage, she moved through a series of increasingly intimate poses. Her movents were achingly hesitant, a mixture of agony and ecstasy for him.
They lost themselves in each other, forgetting the world in a haze of endless entanglent.
It felt like an eternity later when a cry of pure frustration ripped from Ethan’s throat.
"Goddamn it... this is so unfair! This is torture!"
Lyla, her eyes glazed and distant, gently stroked his face. A soft smile played on her lips. She had lost count of how many tis she had soared to that blissful peak, and a part of her was secretly afraid. If this were the real world, just as Amber had warned, she might truly be unable to handle Ethan’s... stamina.
In Ethereal, this act wasn’t physical, but a ntal fusion. The sensation was, in so ways, even more intense. But for Ethan, it was a special kind of tornt.
For over an hour, he had labored. And then, right at the critical mont, a ssage from Victor and the others had flashed at the edge of his vision, shattering the mood.
His primal energy, however, remained undiminished, a raging storm with no outlet. His eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion—a lion suffering from severe and agonizing blue balls.
Seeing his pained state, her heart ached for him. "Ethan... it’s okay," she soothed, her voice a whisper. "You have... things to do. Next ti... hmm... maybe we can ask Amber to join us?"
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, but he heard every word. The man who monts ago felt cursed by the heavens suddenly perked up, his head snapping towards her with a look of pure, unadulterated disbelief. Had he heard her right?
Lyla couldn’t et his gaze, hiding her face in sha.
"Or... maybe even Rainie..." she added, before imdiately throwing herself face-down onto the grassy ground, wishing it would swallow her whole.
She was consud by a fiery mortification. The sha was obvious. The frustration was at herself—what had possessed her to say such things? She wasn’t that kind of girl! The re ntal image of herself, Amber, and Rainie Chen all together with Ethan... her pale skin flushed a deep, rosy pink from head to toe.
Ethan was now certain. She had absolutely said it. And she’d ntioned Rainie Chen. His mind reeled. The mory of Rainie’s unexpected kiss surfaced, sending a jolt of thrilling recollection through him.
Smack!
"Ah!"
He playfully swatted her upturned backside, making her yelp. Ethan fought to keep a straight face, though the corners of his mouth twitched violently, his heart pounding with a sudden, wild excitent. He was utterly enchanted by this temptress.
He couldn’t resist a few more minutes of teasing, caressing her until she trembled and climaxed once more under his touch, before he finally, reluctantly, called a halt to their activities.
By the ti they were done, they were a full half-hour past the one-hour eting ti he had set. But just as they were straightening their clothes and smoothing their hair, a ssage ca through from Leo. He was back, and from the sound of his voice, buzzing with excitent. It seed the Grandmaster-Brewmaster class was sothing seriously powerful.
...
Ethan and Lyla returned to Harmony City and found Victor and the others waiting.
"Where’s Leo?" Ethan asked. The guy had just ssaged saying he was back.
"He showed up with an NPC in tow," Victor explained, the group gathering around them from where they’d been lounging by the street. "Said it was the final part of his quest. Took them to the Class Hall."
Just then, a series of chis echoed across the city, and translucent system text blazed before every player’s eyes.
[Ding... Global Announcent: Player [Skyblade] of Dragonspire has completed the recomndation quest from the Grandmasters of Lost Isle. The new [Monk] Class is now unlocked.]
[Ding... Global Announcent: All players of any existing class are granted one free directed class change opportunity to switch to the [Monk] class. This offer lasts for 72 hours. After the ti limit expires, this change will no longer be available.]
[Ding... Global Announcent: The Monk class option is now available for new players creating characters in the world of Ethereal.]
[Ding... Global Announcent: The Monk class begins as Neutral Faction. New players who select it must complete a specific quest line before they can join either the Survivor or Carnage Factions. Until this quest is completed, they cannot leave the confines of Lost Isle.]
They were standing in the central plaza of Harmony City. The global announcent brought the usual hustle and bustle to a standstill as players everywhere stopped to read and process the news.
"Holy hell, Leo’s gone and done sothing massive," Williams breathed, impressed.
"Unlocking a whole new class? That’s insane. The rewards for that have to be crazy good," atball added, her eyes wide.
Ethan was just as surprised. He hadn’t expected Leo’s hidden class quest to result in the introduction of an entirely new profession to the ga system. The changes in Ethereal this ti around were profound. In his last life, nothing like this had happened, even after four years.
The chatter in the square swelled around them.
"’Skyblade’... that’s the Renegade Alliance’s main tank, right?"
"Yeah, him. Harmony City’s top Shield Tank."
"The Renegade Alliance is on a roll. First they have the Druid God, and now their main tank is hitting global announcents."
"Bet he got so insane rewards. I an, unlocking a system-wide class? Has to be huge."
"You bet... you bet... all you ever do is bet! What else can you do, you moron?"
"Hey, watch your mouth! I bet your brain’s missing a few screws!"
"There you go again with ’I bet’! You bet your ass I’ll duel you right now! Wager a gold coin on it!"
"I bet you’re just a brain-dead—"
Even in the heart of Harmony City, a simple discussion could nearly escalate into a brawl. Ethan and his crew could only shake their heads at the ridiculousness.
"So where is Leo?" atball muttered, peering impatiently toward the Class Hall.
"Yeah, his quest is done. What’s taking him so long?" Victor followed her gaze.
"Hey..." Ethan’s eyes were drawn to a figure erging from the sa direction. "You guys ever see that NPC before?"
The man was dressed in form-fitting traveler’s clothes, a dark red scarf wrapped around his neck and covering the lower half of his face. A wide-brimd hat sat on his head, and a long staff was slung casually over one shoulder. He walked with a slow, almost swaying, rolling gait that would have been reminiscent of the legendary Monkey King, if not for the massive, barrel-sized keg strapped to his back. The accessory completely ruined the archetype.
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