"Hmm... twenty-five percent, or perhaps twenty-six. Why does it feel as though my core possesses an insatiable, specifically those MILFS? It clearly demands that I conquer more of them just to reach its maximum capacity!"
Quinn stared in sheer shock at the magnificent cosmic display within his inner consciousness. Despite everything he had accomplished...the relentless, non-stop grinding over the past few days, culminating in a grueling, continuous three-day nonstop pounding, his core had only filled by a re quarter of its !
He was not complaining about the required to achieve this growth though...but he recognized a problem. As ti passed and his raw power expanded, it would beco harder for him to ascend to the next tier.
If this steep progression continue as he advanced through the ranks, reaching the absolute pinnacle of strength would require a monuntal, almost exhaustive amount of effort and conquests.
What Quinn failed to fully grasp in that mont was that his current record defied all established logic of the power system in this world; it was categorized by the world’s standards as fundantally impossible!
Not only had he ascended to Tier 2 in a matter of re days, but his raw strength was also completely absurd from his rank. He possessed the terrifying capability to obliterate a peak-level beast or completely dismantle a seasoned warrior from the high noble races, while only a tier 2!
The complaints echoing in his mind about the "difficulty" of his path were entirely thrown to the bucket. He rely needed to rember the fundantal laws of ranking up in this harsh reality.
For any other entity, ascending to a higher tier demanded an excruciating amount of ti and discipline.
It required decades...often centuries, of relentless cultivation, brutal life-or-death battles, and the slow, agonizing absorption of external mana cores just to breach the threshold of the next tier.
This grueling, drawn-out process was precisely the reason why beings of higher ranks possessed drastically extended lifespans compared to the lower tiers.
They required that abundant ti simply to cultivate, condense their energy, and fill their spiritual cores enough to step up the hierarchy.
As for Quinn? His unique thod of cultivation was wierd and completely different.He could pound and do the deed without restraint!
A re three days of relentless pounding filled a quarter of his Tier 2 core!
Such an achievent was utterly unthinkable for most of the beings, and even the most revered prodigies or terrifying anomalies of the noble classes existed in a separate, far less efficient reality compared to his personal system.
’Oh, I suppose I just need to seek out imnsely powerful won, and that solves my entire problem!’ Quinn concluded, entirely satisfied with his newly formulated strategy.
He exited his inner consciousness, his heart pounding with anticipation. If he managed to break through to the next tier using this thod, he would truly solidify his status as an unstoppable force on his own.
However, his grand imagination was abruptly halted the mont his eyes adjusted back to the reality. The devastating ss surrounding him demanded imdiate attention, a direct consequence of his own relentless hard session.
’Hah... I need to scrub this ss away in seconds and clean the two of them up. It is best to let them rest peacefully for now.’
Fwoshh... fwoshh... fwoshh...
Utilizing his massively agility, Quinn moved with the blinding speed. He swept, scrubbed, and polished the ssy room, effectively turning himself into a high-speed housekeeper!
As he worked, he made a firm promise to himself: the mont they escaped this shit hole, he was going to hire a massive legion of maids to handle this kind of ss!
With utmost care, he washed Lyra and Alice using warm water, gently removing the sticky remnants of their session, and carefully tucked their exhausted bodies into the freshly cleaned bed.
Fortunately, the integrity of the mattress and the surrounding furniture had remained unscathed, or else they would currently have no place to sleep...after placing them..he did the usual thing.
’Phew... at last, everything is spotless and back to its original state!’ He wiped his forehead in an exaggerated motion, acting as though a single drop of sweat had dared to form on his brow. The once-wrecked bedroom was now a sparkling sanctuary again.
Now, it was ti for his next agenda. He needed to step outside and discover exactly what had happened to that bitchy MILF. He wanted to see if his ’Squirting Touch’ skill had truly taken effect on her system.
Quinn stepped out, standing quietly in the hallway just beyond the heavy wooden door of Lyra’s quarters. He glanced left and right, his heightened senses scanning the surroundings for any surprise attacks, but the hall remained completely empty.
’Perhaps my luck is quite bad today. I better start exploring the area now...’
He began to wander, his footsteps silent against the stone floor. He looked around with casual curiosity. Suddenly, the distinct sound of frantic, sprinting footsteps echoed through the hall, rapidly approaching his exact direction.
’Hehe... I guess that arrogant woman surely could not endure the sensation any longer! My luck is not bad today after all.’ Quinn instantly composed his facial expression, adopting a mask of total ignorance. He wanted to gauge her exact motive before making his next move!
"S-stop!... D-don’t move!..."
The crimson-haired MILF, known as Lilith stood. She was panting erratically, her chest heaving as she forced her trembling legs to halt a re two ters away from him.
Quinn paused, thoroughly amused to hear such a desperate, crumbling tone erging from the usually haughty woman. He slowly rotated his body, taking in the pathetic sight of the gasping Lilith.
"Oh, look at what we have here," Quinn mocked her. He no longer gave a single thought to his supposed status as a lowly slave. He had the absolute loyalty of two busty MILDF who would back his every move, and Alice had explicitly stated she would exploit her high-ranking position to protect him from any absurd consequences.
"Hah... ha... w-what did you do to ?..." Lilith stamred. She tightly clamped her thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as she desperately tried to prevent herself from doing sothing entirely embarrassing while a supposed slave watched her every twitch.
Quinn simply stared, offering a cold, silent smile.
"Hey... d-don’t ignore—"
Before Lilith could even finish her demanding sentence, Quinn vanished from his original position. Relying on his overwhelming speed, he appeared directly behind her, raising his hand to deliver a spank to her flesh!
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