SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 531: A Reward Beyond Expectations

Leon was baffled by her comment.

The words echoed in his mind as he stood there, completely naked, her silver eyes fixed on his limp cock with an intensity that made his skin prickle. What did she mean by that? Did she expect him to simply will an erection into existence on command?

But then he looked down.

Her face was close. Very close. Her beautiful features were inches away from his groin, her silver hair cascading forward, her lips slightly parted as she examined him with that analytical gaze. And from this angle, looking down, he could see more than he had expected.

Her robe was loose-fitting. The kind of elegant, flowing garment that an ancient being might wear in the privacy of her own chambers. But from above, the fabric gaped, and he could see the curve of her breasts, the shadow of her cleavage. He could almost see her nipple—not fully, not completely, but enough that his imagination filled in the rest with ease. The thin fabric clung to her form, and the outline of her body was visible through it, the edge of her nipple pressing against the material from within.

He could see it. Clearly enough that his mind supplied the rest.

His cock twitched.

It wasn’t hard to make it hard after all. Not with that view. Not with her face so close, her breath warm against his skin, her presence filling every inch of the space between them.

The transformation was immediate. His cock swelled, rising from its limp state to full, rigid attention in a matter of seconds. Ten inches of hard, veiny flesh stood upright, pointing directly toward her face, so close that it almost brushed against her cheek as it grew.

Xyra’s eyes widened slightly. Not with shock—she had seen this before, after all—but with satisfaction. A small, pleased curve touched the corner of her lips.

, she thought.

She leaned closer, her nose almost brushing against the side of his shaft. She inhaled, and a visible shiver ran through her body.

The scent was intoxicating. Sweet and musky, carrying a warmth that seemed to radiate from his skin. His pulsing, hot rod stood before her, thick and demanding, and she found herself wanting to simply breathe it in.

Leon looked down at her, his breath catching in his throat.

His erection was painfully hard now, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The sight of her gorgeous face so near to his cock, the way her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent—it was doing things to him that he hadn’t expected.

Xyra’s voice came, proud and satisfied.

"It’s good now."

She paused for a second, her brow furrowing slightly as she remembered something. Then, with a perfectly straight face, she continued.

"Now cum. Don’t you do that when you feel really good? Do it now. You should feel great being in my presence, don’t you?"

Leon’s mind nearly short-circuited.

Did she think he was a robot? That she could simply order him to climax and his body would obey like a machine following a command? For a moment, he even doubted his previous assumption that she was an experienced degenerate. Because what she was asking was so absurd, so fundamentally misunderstanding of how male physiology worked, that it bordered on naivety.

He needed to be careful. He had seen how she reacted when he didn’t get hard—the cold fury, the frozen limbs, the wounded pride. He couldn’t simply deny her request. But he also couldn’t magically produce an orgasm on command.

He chose his words carefully.

"Xyra. Before that—has anyone else done the same thing in your presence before? By your order?"

He was checking. Testing. Trying to determine if she was a crazy ignorant, or a knowing degenerate who wanted him to cum on command out of experience.

Xyra’s mind flared at his question.

She could tell from his tone that he was asking out of curiosity. But to her, it sounded like an insult. Did he think she was the kind of being who summoned naked men to her chambers and ordered them to climax? Did he think she had done this a hundred times before, with a hundred different bodies?

Only Leon was the exception.

She had watched him through her spying technique while she was trapped. She had seen him do those acts—with Seraphine, with Ira—and the ideas had planted themselves in her mind over the long years of isolation. If not for his potential, his strength, his good looks that met her impossibly high standards, she would never have chosen him as her partner.

But she had chosen him. In her mind, it was already decided. Said and done. He just didn’t know it yet.

Any other man—any other woman, even—would be frozen for eternity if they dared to show themselves to her in such a way. She would have turned them into statues before they could even finish undressing.

The thought made her blood boil. Of course she wasn’t. However, she admitted to herself, she had acted like one up until now, from his perspective. But that didn’t count. This was him. He shouldn’t even have thought to ask such a question.

Her voice came out loud, sharp enough to cut glass.

"Blasphemous! I would never entertain something so vile!"

She moved before he could react, her hand shooting out and gripping his hard cock. She squeezed—hard—and Leon let out a grunt that was half surprise, half pain.

Her grip was iron. She was squeezing his shaft with enough force to make it hurt, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh with no regard for his comfort.

"You are the first and last! So do what you are told! Who do you think I am?!"

Her grip tightened further, and Leon almost screamed. He managed to contain it, but only barely, a pained grunt escaping through clenched teeth.

"Do you understand?!"

"Yes," Leon said hurriedly, his voice strained. "Yes, I understand!"

Xyra looked at his face, at the genuine pain written across his features, and suddenly realized what she had done. She released his cock as if it had burned her, pulling her hand away quickly.

She felt the heat of it still lingering in her palm. The pulse. The hardness. It was... embarrassing. But she was an ancient being, and ancient beings did not get embarrassed in front of their partners. She played it off as if nothing had happened, straightening her posture and smoothing her expression back to composure.

Leon believed her words. He had come to know her as rowdy and unfiltered, and he didn’t think someone as powerful as her would lie to him. So this was her first time. These unexpected situations had led him here, to the possibility of having a sugar mommy of sorts—but she seemed a bit crazy, which worried him. He didn’t voice those thoughts out loud.