Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2270: Orgasm

The world seemed to freeze for a moment. Even in her daze, Cheri couldn't help but look up.

She expected some sort of commotion, some sort of roar of agitation, at least some burst of Aether…

Anything.

Instead what she received was absolute silence. It wasn't just she who received it, but all those around her as well.

And when she finally did look up to see what was happening, Kessarin was just standing there, his expression locked away in a furious roar, his arms looking like he was trying to gear up an attack he was just about to ravage the world with.

But in the end…

Nothing.

He looked like a statue, his body frozen in time. A mysterious Will swirled around him.

As for Sylas… he didn't even look up at the man.

Cheri's pupils constricted into pinholes, and as though her body was responding to the fact she had stopped paying attention, a jolt of electricity raced up her spine.

"Oh god…"

She couldn't even cry out forcefully. Her back arched, her hips pivoting into the air, a stream of liquid leaving her in a beautiful, sparkling fountain that splashed all over Kessarin's frozen face.

Her body convulsed wildly and uncontrollably, her erratic movement almost making it look like she was being continuously shocked by electricity.

Maybe it was because of her own pride, a little kernel of herself in the back of her head that told her that sex was a battlefield just like she had always been taught… but she hadn't been willing to go over the hill even with the magnificence of Sylas' hands.

Normally, a man would have gotten frustrated. Just continuous hours of doing the same thing over and over again when the only reason he hadn't received his reward yet was because she was being stubborn… well, a man like Kessarin would have already stormed out in a furious rage.

Not Sylas, though. In fact, Sylas didn't even move like he was intent on making her orgasm. It was like he didn't care. He didn't speed up his pace or unnecessarily change his flow. He was just… patient. Relentlessly patient.

And the moment Cheri was distracted enough by her shock that she couldn't lock in on not being pushed over that hill… Her body broke. Her Will broke. Her womb throbbed in such violent spasms her mind short circuited completely.

She lost control of everything and everyone could only watch as piss quite literally rained down on Kessarin's head.

Cheri's moans didn't stop, though. Sylas wasn't even touching her anymore, yet it felt like the last several hours all slammed down on her at once.

If not for Sylas' own strength and ability to suppress the vibrations of her throes, she may have leveled the building completely.

The women in the surroundings couldn't help but look over with flushed cheeks. Everyone here was a Rune Master, and they were all thus Will Masters by extension—though to various degrees.

There were things that simply could not be faked before their senses, and right now, Cheri looked like she had completely and utterly lost her mind.

And they all had the same thought at the same time…

When could they experience an orgasm like that?

And maybe more importantly…

Who was the man who had caused it?

Their eyes all landed on Sylas and flickers of rage passed through the gazes of their partners.

It took almost 10 minutes before Cheri showed any sign of relaxing. Her body shivered into Sylas' arms. She curled herself into a ball, unable to withstand more than just the slightest touch. It was like if Sylas even remotely touched her again, she would go into another uncontrollable tirade.

Her sensitivity right now was simply off the charts, and deep inside of her…

She began to feel wisps of fear.

Deep within that orgasm, she had felt something to the deepest depths of her core self that she never thought she would… Submission.

If Sylas had kept touching her, if he hadn't just let her writhe to her own rhythm, deep inside, Cheri knew… she knew that she would never be able to do or say anything that this man didn't want her to do or say.

With Sylas' strength, it was impossible that he didn't know this. With his intelligence, it was impossible that he hadn't seen through it.

But he just sat there indifferently, watching her in silence. And somehow, that almost left her all the more in awe.

If he wanted to he could…

He simply didn't want to.

He was entirely uninterested in her.

Cheri curled into a tighter ball on Sylas' lap and chest, resting her forehead into the crook of his neck. Right now, even the sun was too bright for her.

Finally, Sylas looked up, his eyes looking right through Kessarin and landing on the man who had been trying to hold him back.

"I advise you to take him and scram. If he enrages me again, it won't be this simple. I will kill him."

The man stood in silence for a long while.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly. Wessly might have had a slightly lower standing than Kessarin, but his eyes were a lot sharper, as was his mind.

He knew better than to think Cheri stupid enough to do something like this in public. Cheri played the role of empty-headed slut well, but there were too many like Kessarin who had never managed to lay a hand on her despite the fact they all came from powerful Clans and she, well… Cheri had no backing to speak of.

Women who could maneuver like that in the world, especially in circumstances like these, weren't simple. Kessarin was just too lustful for her beauty to notice.

"The Stormfall Covenant doesn't have a man like you. If it had, I would know you. Someone would know of you. This is the sacred land of our two guilds, no outsiders are allowed here. So how did you enter?"

Sylas just looked at Wessly without the slightest intention to speak. It was like the man was entirely beneath his notice.

A cold shiver ran up Wessly's spine and the world around him just felt… smaller.

His periphery ceased to work, the sun dimmed, the stars beyond blinked out. For a moment, the center of his entire universe was Sylas and Sylas alone.

The gap in power between them felt simply unfathomable, and even the intent to read Sylas' stats, let alone the actual action itself, came with such a feeling of fathomless dread that Wessly broke out into a cold sweat.

As clever as Wessly was, he had picked his words carefully. He didn't choose language that was too inflammatory, and at the same time he made sure to mention the guilds to apply some pressure on Sylas. All he had done was remind everyone here that Sylas was an outsider that they should be able to rely on their elders to deal with if it should come to it.

But why was he so sure now that even if he managed to pull that off… he would die before he got to see the final result?

Fog left Wessly's lips with every breath, his sweat falling in a rain so heavy it looked like his body was undergoing the most grueling workout.

Sylas wasn't even saying anything, and they could feel that his Will wasn't moving, yet Wessly's clothing was slowly becoming more and more drenched in his own filth.

The women in the surroundings stared at Sylas with an even more intense light of desire, some of them even squeezing their thighs together as though they wanted to take Cheri's place. There was one who licked her lips subconsciously, shifting her partner's lap, only for him to furiously stand. But it seemed that given the tenseness of the atmosphere, even he did not dare to make too much of a fuss.

The woman on his lap just gently landed on her feet as though she hadn't noticed him, continuing to stare at Sylas as she wiped away the excess saliva on the corner of her lip with a thumb.

It seemed like their guilds were just a formation of horny bastards, but if one dug deep into their doctrines and culture, one truth stood apart from all others… It wasn't that they worshipped lust over all things. No… lust was just the most obvious reflection of what truly mattered.

Power.

No powerful woman would fuck an unworthy man, and no powerful man would be able to seed an unworthy woman.

That was the law of the universe.

"So you won't answer his question?" a sultry voice that would have made Cheri stiffen in almost any other situation echoed out.

She walked out with a strut that looked almost like the dance of a peacock, her head proud and her steps long and swaying.

The aura of a woman on the verge of Legend status radiated from her.

She stopped by Kessarin, her slender finger lifting his moistened hair up with her palm pointed to the skies. She brought the wet strands forward to her nose as though she was smelling the most delicate of flowers and took a deep whiff of Cheri's scent.

She let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"The peak of womanhood. What a strong smell. Such an orgasm will make her progress into even the A-tier as smooth and comfortable as a nap on a still lake. I must admit, I am jealous, Cheri."

Her eyes turned away from Kessarin, and the moment her hands left him, he broke free of the time lock.

"Will you answer mine, then?" she asked with a light smile. "Who are you?"

In the shadows, the man she had been sleeping with stood indifferently, his aura no weaker than hers.