The moment the horns appeared on Kent’s forehead, Saintess Selene’s eyes widened with shock. In fact, she was beyond shocked… It was as if she had been bewitched, which left her utterly stunned.
Her eyes were glued to the horns on Kent’s forehead, scrutinizing them for a whole minute.
“This is me… I am not a full-on dragon yet, but I will be one day,” Kent said as he turned his hand into a dragon’s claw.
“So, this is one of my big secrets. I know this isn’t something you can digest now, but since you are my master and I trust you, I decided to show you this.” Kent knew it was a long shot, but he also trusted his master, so he wasn’t worried.
He stayed in his demi-dragon form for a while, allowing the Saintess to observe all the minor and major changes. After a while, she turned and looked at Kent.
“Can I touch them?” Kent nearly fell off the bed as he saw her pointing at the horns. For some reason, he felt like dragons wouldn’t like this, but he allowed her.
“Sure.”
Saintess Selene reached for the cute and majestic horns. The moment she touched them, Kent felt as if she had touched his very purity, which made him want to cut her into pieces—but that feeling vanished almost instantly.
‘It seems I need to know more about dragons.’
[You do, Master. Don’t allow just anyone to touch your horns, as that can easily kill you through them. Your horns are a part of your soul.]
Gaia’s voice sounded in his head, making him nod inwardly.
[But then again, your wife, Elsa, protects your soul, so you have nothing to worry about.]
Kent smiled at hearing that. Indeed, with Elsa, he was protected and would remain so forever. The Saintess played with his horns for a while before turning toward little Kent.
“Pervert. As a Saintess, you shouldn’t imagine things like this,” Kent said, smiling at his master.
The harmless Saintess was looking to see if dragon scales appeared on his cock. Saintess Selene blushed hearing that. She was indeed checking that.
She looked at Kent with a blush on her face. “Thank you for showing me this part of you. I wouldn’t betray you even if my life depended on it.”
She spoke with conviction. Kent felt it; she was telling the truth.
“I know you wouldn’t betray me… you are my woman and master, after all.” Kent laughed and then reached for her breast, starting to suck them. After a while, he pulled back and looked at her.
“Now, about my dual cultivation… I was born with it, so it’s a part of me. Also, my dual cultivation is different from that of the demons. In my case, the women I sleep with wouldn’t have to know dual cultivation to benefit.
Since I have it, the moment I release inside you, the energy in my cum will automatically be absorbed by you. Of course, when you officially become my woman, things will become much more awesome.
But before that, know that my cum is 100% pure, so you will absorb everything I release. This means that the higher my cultivation rises, the more I can give to my ladies.
And I don’t have to have a higher cultivation base before I can help those with high cultivation bases.
My bloodline is stronger than most, so soon, even without me becoming a Saint, I may be able to push your cultivation base by a level.”
“Are you being serious?” Saintess Selene asked her expression a mixture of shock and skepticism.
“I am serious. You can already see that Unity and Lilian have higher cultivation bases than mine, yet I was able to impact them.
The same goes for Elsa and one of my other lovers. You can even sense the strong spiritual qi that entered your body when I released inside you just now.”
Saintess Selene nodded. “Though it didn’t do much, I could tell it’s much purer than the spiritual energy we absorb.”
“Yes, that’s my cum. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t help me. I managed to break through two levels thanks to my ability to absorb every last drop of your yin qi.”
The Saintess nodded again, her expression thoughtful.
“So this means you don’t even have to cultivate. All you have to do is sleep with strong women, and you will grow stronger,” she asked.
“Yes,” Kent answered.
“Then, from me, how much can you rise if we continue having sex?” she asked again.
“At this rate, just one more round will push me to level six. And we have 18 days before we go back to the academy, so my chances of becoming a Root Saint are very high,” Kent said with a smile.
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s start right now. Even if I can’t take you to the Root Saint stage, I’ll be able to push you to Peak.”
She pushed Kent onto the bed, then sat on his lap and began moving fervently. This took Kent by surprise, but he didn’t object.
Seeing his master take the initiative made him feel deeply moved. It was as if she truly wanted what was best for her disciple, and since this seemed to be the safest way to achieve it, she was doing her utmost to help him.
Kent, who realized her intentions, became emotional. However, he smiled through it and allowed his master to have her way with him.
After an hour, he climaxed within her and broke through to the 6th level.
Thanks to his cultivation technique and bloodline, Kent didn’t need to worry about his foundation. It was already solid and wouldn’t falter no matter how quickly he advanced.
Kent was elated by this and made a silent vow to complete the quest and acquire the Fifth Sword Path for her.
After his breakthrough, Saintess Selene wanted to go again, but Kent stopped her.
“Master, I know you’re concerned for my safety, but you don’t have to worry so much. I have ways to protect myself, so please rest assured.”
He didn’t want to elaborate further but felt compelled to, given how firm the bond between master and disciple had become—much stronger than he had ever anticipated.
“Knowing you… who knows how much trouble you’ve already caused on your way to Vastport City,” Saintess Selene said sarcastically. But when she saw the guilty smile on Kent’s face, she knew she was spot on.
“What did you do?” she asked, letting go of his lap.
“Nothing serious… I just had to put some bitch in her place after she tried to use her master’s badge to get her way.”
He paused, then asked a question that immediately made Saintess Selene turn pale.
“You wouldn’t happen to know an alchemist called the Wicked Poison Queen, would you?”
Saintess Selene turned as white as a sheet upon hearing his question. Kent, on the other hand, smiled and said something else that made her break into a cold sweat.
“So, she’s powerful, huh? Killing her will be worth it.” A smile that revealed more than words reached his eyes, and hidden within it was a malevolent intent.