The voice came suddenly. "What happened?"

I turned naturally towards the beautiful hot elf standing with her emerald eyes locked on me. Clear suspicion radiated from her gaze, like she was trying to see through my intentions—or at least my intent.

But given I'd already seen her status, I knew her ability only worked when intent was projected directly toward her rather than someone else. So I was at least safe from that particular scrutiny.

An opportunity was presenting itself right in front of me, one I should definitely take.

I uttered carefully, "Nothing. It's just that my ability senses someone's falling vitality. I thought that person was soon about to die."

The moment I said it, I saw her eyes brighten with something—hope? Desperation?

The young man beside her, Aelion, immediately yelled, "What the hell are you talking about?" He grabbed my collar, pulling me forward with surprising strength for someone so weak.

Looking at the young man, I thought for a moment he needed some spanking. But given his aunt was responsible for this teaching, she would be the one to get spanked on the bed.

Though being strong enough, I would get a handicap so she didn't get hurt.

I wouldn't use my hand—just hip-to-hip spanking.

'What a kind man I am...' Inwardly nodding at the thought, I glanced toward his aunt, whose eyes had widened greatly.

"What did you just see?" she muttered, her voice trembling slightly.

I acted as if I hadn't already guessed the situation here from the overall family drama I could observe. Yet, playing unaware, I said, "I don't mean any harm. I'm just able to sense someone's life force due to my vitality and spatial ability."

As those words left my mouth, I saw it—a small teardrop forming in that woman's eye, sliding down her cheek, about to fall.

Naturally, how could I let it fall?

I moved. More like, due to my strength already reaching the peak Great Vehicle Realm, I just slid through space, arriving swiftly in front of her. Using my thumb like those gentleman heroes from movies, I caught her tear and flicked it away.

Though I wanted to say some cringe dialogue like, "I cannot see tears in your eyes," that would just make all of this unbearably cringe, right?

So instead I said, "Woman, stop these tears. You'd better cry because of me rather than because of someone else."

And her reaction was nearly the same as ever. Confused.

Maybe it was due to my confidence gained through scoring good scores with multiple women. Or it might just be me being a pompous ass, not respecting women properly. I was kind of brave when speaking these flirty, vulgar words, thinking they would arouse a woman.

But whatever.

Calming myself, I turned toward the woman lying on the bed, my back to Sylvea, and said, "Though even she might only have the vitality left for a few more hours, there is a way I can help her."

I paused mid-sentence, acting like a caring man who didn't just want to fuck that woman, and muttered, "Forget it."

I used my hand to ruffle my hair, clearly sending confusion rippling through Sylvea.

She moved forward, grabbing my hand. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

I looked at her, letting the silence stretch for a beat.

"Can you heal her?" she pressed, her grip tightening.

I glanced at Aelion, then back at Sylvea. "I can. But you already know, don't you?"

Sylvea blinked, her brow furrowing. "What? If you can, then heal her!"

I raised an eyebrow, my expression deliberately flat. "Did you forget about my ability's needs?"

As I said that, Sylvea trembled. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. Her eyes widened as realization dawned.

"What?" she whispered.

I could practically see it click in her mind—the fuel for my ability was lust. Sexual energy.

She trembled as she looked toward Aelion, then back at the woman on the bed. She blinked rapidly, biting her lip, conflict written all over her face.

Then she looked back at me and said, her voice steady despite the tremor I'd just seen, "I see. So it can't be helped."

Naturally, when she said that, I felt a pang of—what? Disappointment? Shock?

'Is this woman really not going to save her sister?'

I was genuinely surprised. Though there were many other ways to handle this, maybe today just wasn't my lucky day.

But she seemed to break my train of thought as she turned to Aelion.

"Aelion," she said, her voice taking on an authoritative tone, "you need to bring the golden herb from the forest. Now. It can help her."

Aelion's eyes widened. "What? But Aunt—"

"Now," Sylvea repeated firmly.

Aelion looked at the woman on the bed, then at his aunt, then at me with clear suspicion. But he nodded.

"Don't leave Mother," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I'll come back."

And just like that, he ran out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

I stood there, scratching my cheek, genuinely impressed at how easy that was.

Then I felt it—a finger poking my back.

"Now heal her," Sylvea said from behind me.

I turned, parting my lips to speak, but halted when I saw her looking at me with those pleading eyes. She stood there for a moment, then averted her face and said quietly, "Lust over me as you want."

"Heh? What?"

She just stood there, face turned away, not saying anything more.

Silence stretched between us. A breeze passed through the room from the open window, rustling the curtains slightly. She just stood there, rigid, waiting.

I waited too, watching her with growing amusement.

More silence.

She didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stood there with her arms at her sides, face still averted.

I tilted my head, studying her. Was she serious right now?

Finally, after what felt like a full minute of awkward silence, she turned her head slightly toward me, her eyes peeking at me from the corner.

"Why..." she started, her voice uncertain. "Why are you not aroused?"

I couldn't help it—I chuckled. The sound escaped before I could stop it.

"What's funny?" she demanded, her face flushing crimson.

"You need to remove your clothes," I said plainly, gesturing at her fully dressed body.

Her eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out of her head. Her mouth fell open in a perfect 'o' of shock.

"W-what?!" she sputtered, her hands immediately crossing over her chest defensively.

"How else am I supposed to get aroused?" I asked, keeping my tone casual. "Did you think I'd just stand here staring at you fully clothed and magically get hard?"

Her face went from red to practically purple. She opened and closed her mouth several times, struggling to form words.

"I... you... that's..." She took a shuddering breath, clearly trying to compose herself. Then she said something that genuinely shocked me. "If you dare tell anyone about this, I will kill you myself."

Before I could respond, she added quickly, "If you don't want to, then—"

"I didn't say I don't want to," I interrupted.

She trembled, her hands gripping the fabric of her clothing. "I will," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you must heal her. You have to promise."

I looked at her—really looked at her. Despite her embarrassment, despite her obvious discomfort, there was determination in those emerald eyes. She was willing to go through with this to save her sister.

"I promise," I said, nodding.

She nodded back, exhaling shakily.

Then we both just stood there again.

Silence.

More silence.

I waited. She waited.

Nothing happened.

"Are you going to...?" I gestured vaguely at her clothes.

She jerked slightly, as if remembering what she was supposed to do. "R-right. Yes."

But she still didn't move.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Have you never had sex before?"

At that, she nearly tripped over her own feet despite standing completely still. Her eyes snapped to mine with such force I almost felt the impact.

"How dare you say that!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the room. "Of course I—"

She stopped abruptly, her mouth snapping shut. Her face somehow managed to get even redder.

"...haven't," she finished in a tiny voice.

I ruffled my hair, thinking about how my wives would be arriving any time soon.

The major issue was me dealing with this woman. My main aim was that founder, but rather than having one when I could have two, then why miss the opportunity?

However, given time passing, with my enhanced senses catching the sounds of screams and blasts from a mile radius, clearly hearing the drive colliding with those three women, I'd better be done with her before they created a hassle.

"Look," I said, stepping forward. "We don't have much time, so—"

Before she could react, I dug my hand into her cleavage.

Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, a shocked gasp escaping her lips.

I grabbed the fabric of her dress and, in one swift yank, pulled downward.

The sound of tearing cloth filled the room.

"What—!" she started to yell, but her words died as her dress fell away.

Her breasts sprang free, and my eyes were immediately drawn to them.

They were strange.

Tight, full, bouncing hard from the sudden release with a strange, nearly unseen shape like a horn played before wars—nipple mixing with breast but erect.

Deep pink. Big. And with small, visible holes in them—a strange shape I'd only seen in the most extreme hentai art.

Too unbelievable to be real, yet here they were, right in front of me.

My dick twitched hard in my pants.

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