Chapter 15: Dual Cultivation - I Only Summon Villainesses

I locked eyes with her, our breaths mingling—steam meeting steam, the air between us grinding like friction made tangible. I unzipped my trousers and pulled it out, shameless, letting the old boy spring free like a coiled rod snapping to life.

I’d measured myself before—seven inches exactly. Enough to hit every hidden spot the body could offer: G, F, maybe even that mythical S-spot, if such a thing existed. But what I was looking at now was... different. My cock looked longer, thicker—easily three inches more than usual.

Her gaze was glued to it, ravenous and spellbound. She licked her lips as I shifted her legs higher. I tried to slide the tip in—or at least thought I did.

’Ah... it’s usually around here, in the movies...’

My fumbling earned me a short, melodic chuckle.

"All that talk about making me beg, and you don’t even know where to put it?"

I swallowed hard, shame burning through me.

"Here, let me help."

Her fingers wrapped around me, cool at first, sending a rush of electric pleasure through my nerves. I nearly gasped but held it in. She guided me with that soft, teasing touch until I felt warmth—a slick, welcoming heat that pulled me in. Instinct took over; I pushed deeper, the tightness around me blooming into a molten embrace.

She gasped, her head snapping back as her hands gripped my shirt.

"Fuck! Gently, otherworlder! I want nirvana, not death!"

But I couldn’t stop. The heat swallowed me whole. Her body pulsed around my length, every inch of me alive with sensation.

"Ahh—damn, ge—gent—"

I tuned her out, lost in rhythm. I began to move—hips grinding, body pressing forward—each thrust drawing a different sound from her throat. Her moans came in waves, breaking with every stroke.

I found a pace that felt divine and cupped her breast, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I moved faster.

She moaned, biting her lower lip, eyes wet, brows furrowed like she was fighting the pleasure overtaking her.

"What’s this nirvana you’re talking about?" I asked between breaths, still thrusting into her. "Back home, it’s not supposed to be reached this way."

She gasped through her words. "Ahhn—yes, there—ahh, fuck! I’ll tell you when we’re done, just—keep hitting it there!"

Her voice was breaking, thoughts melting into moans.

’I guess it’s hard for her to talk right now. Let’s finish this properly.’

Summoner’s Touch might not work on her—she wasn’t my summon—but my other two traits clearly did. The tireless stamina and a dick size tailored to meet her special needs, the body molded for pleasure—it all came alive now.

I picked up the pace, fucking her hard, making sure every thrust landed deep against that sweet spot inside her.

Her cries grew louder, rougher. Her face twisted beautifully in ecstasy as she clung to me, pulling me closer. Her legs locked around my waist, drawing me in until our skin met, slick with sweat and heat.

Her nails dug into my back; her lips crushed mine. I could feel her trembling, her tongue against mine as her moans turned guttural, broken.

"Fuck—fuck—yes—YES! Oh heavens—this feels different! THIS IS IT!"

Her whole body convulsed in my arms. I held her tight, thrusting faster, harder, as my instinct screamed not to stop. Her legs straightened, toes curling, every muscle tensing as pleasure tore through her.

At that point, something began stirring inside me—a thrumming charge, like electricity pounding against the base of my cock with every thrust. The sensation only grew stronger. Her slick, molten heat seemed to massage pure pleasure out of me, coaxing it from my body in waves.

As a man well-versed in the art of self-release, I knew that feeling—it was time to pull out. But before I could, her trembling legs shot up and locked tight around my waist, refusing to let go.

One last thrust—and a sudden jolt ripped through me. A blinding surge of electricity flooded my veins, my body shuddering in sync with hers as though our pulses had merged.

[System Notice: Yin and Yang Spirit Energy has perfectly harmonized.]

[Threshold surpassed: The River of Essence from the Spirit Realm has opened.]

[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]

[Attribute Proficiency has increased]

[Attribute Perfect Fit has increased to level 2]

[Attribute Proficiency has increased]

[Attribute Infinite Vitality has increased to level 2]

Both of us collapsed against each other, panting. My face rested on her soft, pointed breasts, the midsized curves rising and falling as her heart hammered beneath my cheek.

She stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide and unfocused, murmuring, "I did it... I did it... I did it."

Each repetition grew louder, more breathless, as if she were only just realizing what she’d accomplished.

I rolled off her, catching my breath, and the weight of it all hit me—I’d just slept with a nurse I knew absolutely nothing about. Not her name, not her age, not even if she was a weapon sent against me. If she decided to twist this, to claim I’d forced her... the Kingdom would have my head.

’Fucked. Literally and figuratively.’

Still, something in me doubted she’d do that.

I hurried to pull my clothes back on. She did the same, though her gaze lingered on me as I stood. The silence between us thickened, the kind that hums with too much memory.

She looked flustered—half embarrassed, half intrigued—her eyes darting down.

’Why does it feel like she’s looking at my—’

I glanced down. My mountain hadn’t calmed. Not even close.

When I looked back up, her expression had changed—something darker glimmering behind that mature, sultry calm.

"If you want..." she murmured, voice low and honeyed. "I can use my mouth and we can go again. One can never get tired of reaching nirvana."