289: How did it feel?

Chapter 289

Dragons.

The beings of fantasy awarded the title of the strongest.

Even above angels, they were said to be akin to gods in the living realm.

Of course, what were gods in fantasy if not living beings who had broken through their shells and gained power greater than their respective world could hold, so they descended to the higher plane?

But dragons were not bound by such a necessity. They could still live in the living realm, or the demon realm, or the higher realm, or the celestial realm of a reality without ascending or descending even if they reach the pinnacle of their power.

The only other being unrestricted by a restriction like that was me. Yes, with me reaching stats 500, and sometimes even crossing it, I’d become the strongest being to exist in reality, or in all realities. It would make sense for me to ascend to higher planes where I could continue to increase my strength and level up more, but why would I go there and start over when I could live in the lower realm like a being akin to a god?

So to hell with that.

Anyway, the discussion began with dragons. Even among dragons, there were distinctions.

Green, black, golden, silver, and red dragons. Now, the common belief was that the golden dragons were the highest breed among dragons, silver after that, then black, then red, and finally green.

But I disagree.

After my numerous encounters with dragons, I came to realize and categorize dragons into different power levels.

Golden were best at physical combat, often referred to as knights. And their draconic forms were more prone to physical fights than magical ones. Still, their tiny magical abilities were still as strong as a seventh-circle human mage, so there’s that.

Then come the silver dragons. Similar to golden dragons, they were also physical warriors more than magical, but they had better magical affinity than golden dragons. But they were stuck-up assholes who acted like noble knights but were worse than garbage since each had their own beliefs.

Then come the black dragons. Excellent at both aspects, but their nature was rather lascivious. In simpler words, they were perverts and mated with any race that had a hole. Man or woman doesn’t matter.

Then the green dragons. Excellent healing capabilities. Better than divine abilities even, but rather weak at combat. Of course, them being weak at combat meant by the standards of dragons, not humans.

Finally come the best race of all. The red dragons.

Abilities comparable to other dragons’ specialties. Best at magic and physical combat.

But there was one thing that was their own specialty.

Spirit magic.

Among many realms, there was the spirit realm, connected to the circle of realms where many worlds were connected. Only two types of beings could naturally connect to it.

A high elf blessed by the world’s tree, and the red dragons. Even the lowest of red dragons could form spirit pacts, something that only high elves could do if they were blessed by the world tree.

But the lecture wasn’t over yet. While Rayla cleaned herself of the copious amounts of cum she was bathed in, I checked the system and the quest.

[Heir of the Supreme Dragons]

[Rank: Unknown]

[Description: You have discovered a secret about yourself which is as unfathomable as the existence of gods and demons

But what is this?

Corrupted?

Sealed?

Mixed?

Is there something that you’re not bound by?

It only makes sense for you to discover everything]

[Task: Stir your draconic bloodline]

[Reward(s):

Chain quest becomes available

Random physical or magical abilities]

[Failure: The barely awakened bloodline will go to sleep again, unknown when to wake up again]

[Time limit: One year]

“…”

Like I didn’t have enough on my plate already.

And what was this fucker, Jack? Is he a Chinese light novel protagonist or what? Getting everything from demons to dragons.

His abilities were giving me a headache. No, it would be more accurate to say they were my abilities now.

Either way, the problem at hand was a lack of knowledge.

Because of that, I couldn’t even enjoy my time with Rayla.

“There’s too much to clean, Jack. Why is your cum so much more than before? Are you ill?” Rayla asked as she was still cleaning her hair from where she couldn’t lick or eat any of my cum, so it went to waste.

I didn’t answer her. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea either. The system just showed this much…

[Semen level: 5]

Nothing else. There wasn’t any information on it, and I hadn’t performed enough experiments either, so at the moment, all I could say was that the effect was a copious amount of cum. But it decreased the second time, so maybe it wasn’t permanent. Again, no information, so I had nothing to say.

“Mother, you should take a bath. And refrain from any physical activities, alright?” I instructed Rayla, who nodded and left.

I didn’t mention her eyes turning crimson briefly, and she didn’t touch the topic either. Maybe she didn’t know, and if she did, she was playing dumb.

Either way, she was undoing her own seal, and I could help her in this way too. I was wondering what to do now since I could no longer fuck her in the ass because of pregnancy issues.

It seems I’ll have to bathe my mother in my cum every day or any opportunity I could get.

Could life get any sweeter?

Anyway, the problems at hand were too many, and their answers were none. Instead of wasting time, it was better to do what I could.

First of all…

[Creation (A)]

It was time to increase the level of one of the most overpowered skills.

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Knock, knock.

There was a careful knock on the door, and after I permitted entry, Mira entered in her maid uniform. She paused for a second when she saw the plethora of armor and weapons around me but didn’t ask any questions.

“Jack. Her Highness, Princess Teresa has requested that you join her for dinner.” Mira said.

Was ‘requested’ Mira’s addition? Teresa would rather order. She likely did so too.

“Alright,” I replied, but didn’t stand up. I stored everything in my inventory and turned to Mira. “Come here, Mira.”

She did, coming close to me.

[State of completion]

I had to use a mana potion to activate that skill.

As Mira joined me on the floor, I stored my pants in my inventory, which I wasn’t hesitant to use in public anymore, before it seemed just like a magic spell.

Seeing my dick, Mira’s face hardened. As if she remembered something.

“Do you remember this?” I asked, taking her hand and guiding it to my dick. She grabbed it without me telling her and squeezed her fist. “Yes. This is your penis. I was asked not to tell anyone about this.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“No. Grand Lady Elara cast a restriction on me so I couldn’t.” Mira replied, “And I wasn’t going to anyway.”

Ahan.

“That’s good to know, Mira.” I said, beckoning her hand to move up and down, and continued, “But what I wanted to ask was whether you remember what I did to you with this?”

“…” She was silent for a while before she replied, “You put this in my vagina.”

“That’s right,” I replied, feeling her soft hand go up and down on my dick on its own now. It wasn’t ecstatic by any means, but it was still better than my own hand.

“How did it feel?” I asked further.

“It was…” She began, then paused, as if thinking carefully what to say. Not to hurt my feelings, but probably because she couldn’t clearly describe what she felt that day.

Finally, after about two minutes of thinking, which was a long time, I was slowly losing my patience with her hands still working up and down on me and bringing me slowly to the edge of a pleasant release.

“…ecstatic.”

That was the word she used.

“So you felt good?” I asked, moving forward, brushing my fingers on her breasts.

“Yes.” She replied, and added, “Very.”

“Then would you like to feel it again?” I asked.

“Ye-yes…” She replied as I gently flicked her hard nipple that began to poke through the bodice of her uniform.

“Then ask for it,” I said, pulling her hand away from my dick before I exploded.

“I… I would like you to put your penis in my vagina.” She said, using such formal terms that my near explosion died down.

“Not like this,” I said, moving forward and telling her the right words to say. Hearing my words, she didn’t react like a woman from my original world.

She simply turned around, still on her knees, raised her uniform from behind until her creamy white ass was exposed, bent forward, exposed her ass, and said the magical words while spreading her ass apart.

“Please fuck my tiny, tight pussy with your big, long dick.”

Damn.

Corrupting an innocent girl was a kink on its own.

This world was amazing.