SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 532: A Reward Beyond Expectations—1

At the end of it, he appreciated that she wasn’t a horny freak. He wasn’t just one of her toys. But she did seem a bit crazy and prideful. Experienced, but that pride made her look crazy, because even when she did or said something absurd, she did it with a straight face and absolute conviction that she was not in the wrong.

, she seemed to believe. This is completely fine.

Leon took a breath, steadying himself.

"I can cum," he said carefully. "But you must have seen, while you were spying on me, that I can’t just cum from nothing. We do certain things for it."

For a moment—a bare fraction of a second—a slight redness bloomed across Xyra’s cheeks. A blush, so quick that even Leon, standing right in front of her, didn’t notice it for reasons he couldn’t later explain.

Then her composure snapped back, and she blurted out:

"Are you trying to have sex with me?! Do those things as you do with your women?! Are you crazy?! Do you want to die?!"

Leon quickly denied it, shaking his head with emphasis.

"That’s not what I’m suggesting. I’m just letting you know I can’t cum from words alone."

He could masturbate in front of her and cum on his own. But why should he? He was a bit frustrated by her demands, but he didn’t tell her that. If she wanted this from him, she needed to compensate him for the mental torture she had put him through.

He knew things had a limit. He couldn’t push too far. But what he didn’t know was that when she said "do you want to die" in the context of having sex with her, she meant it literally. Not as a threat. Because of her lifeform level being too high, he would literally die if he tried to put it inside her. She didn’t say any of this, just the actual words, which made Leon think she was angry.

Even so, his intentions weren’t to have sex with her. Just to get some compensation for what she had put him through.

He stroked his own cock once, slowly, and told her to do this with her hand. The way the women she had seen before had done it.

Xyra fell into thought for a moment, then nodded.

Leon felt a sigh of relief pass through his mind. It was going smoothly. And he had to admit, he was excited by the thought of getting a handjob from an ancient, gorgeous beauty like her.

She started stroking his cock slowly.

Her technique was awkward. Uncertain. She didn’t have the practiced smoothness of Seraphine or Ira. But even with her clumsy movements, her slender hands were beautiful, and her face was gorgeous. The sensation was pleasurable enough to make Leon grunt softly.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, looking up at him.

Leon nodded. "Yeah. You’re doing well."

She continued, her rhythm improving slightly as she went. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down with increasing confidence. Leon’s breath started to quicken, his hips twitching slightly as pleasure built.

Then something unexpected happened.

She opened her mouth—her small, perfect mouth—and took just the tip of his cock inside.

Leon grunted hard, his entire body tensing in surprise.

Her mouth was heavenly. Warm and wet, her tongue pressing against the sensitive head with inexperienced but eager attention. Her eyes looked up at him as if she was doing something completely normal, as if sucking his cock was just the natural next step in the process.

Then he remembered.

He had told her to stroke his cock. But when he had instructed her, he had referenced the women she had spied on. And Seraphine and Ira never just stroked his cock. They sucked him off at the same time, combining hands and mouth in a symphony of pleasure.

She had taken his instruction literally. She thought this was what he meant.

Leon decided not to correct her.

He let her continue, his hand moving to rest gently on her silver hair. Her blowjob was awkward—she could only take the tip, nothing more, her inexperience showing in every hesitant movement. But it was still incredible. The sight of her ancient, powerful form kneeling before him, her mouth wrapped around his cock, her eyes looking up at him with that curious, analytical gaze—it was enough to drive him wild.

"Use both hands," he guided her, his voice rough.

She complied, her hands wrapping around his shaft while her mouth continued to work on the tip. Her technique improved with every passing moment, her awkwardness giving way to a hungry determination.

"How is it?" she asked between sucks, her voice slightly muffled.

"Good," Leon said, his breathing heavy. "You’re doing well. Keep going."

Her eyes lit up with satisfaction, and she redoubled her efforts.

It continued for a long while. Fifteen minutes. Twenty. Her mouth worked tirelessly, her hands stroking and squeezing, her tongue exploring every inch of the sensitive head she could reach. Leon guided her through it, giving her small encouragements, telling her when to speed up or slow down.

Finally, he felt the pressure building in his core.

"I’m going to cum," he warned her, his voice tight.

She didn’t pull away.

His cock bulged, and his thick, white semen erupted in powerful spurts directly into her mouth.

She was sucking his tip like a lollipop when it hit, and she couldn’t take it all. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, and her head jerked back as she started coughing.

But the spurts didn’t stop.

White ropes of cum painted her face, her cheeks, her lips.

She sputtered and coughed, but she didn’t pull away completely. She kept her mouth on his tip even as cum dripped down her chin, swallowing what she could, coughing through the rest.

When the flow finally stopped, her face was covered in his seed.

Xyra was about to get mad. The warning she had received was not enough, she felt. But before she could voice her complaint, she tasted it.

The thick white liquid lingered on her tongue, and she realized something immediately.

But that wasn’t what stopped her from getting angry. What stopped her was the sudden surge she felt deep within her core. Her mana reserves—which had been critically low after the dimensional battle, after the world fragment merger, after everything she had done—began to recover at an accelerated rate.

Not by a little. By twenty to thirty percent faster.

She felt her mana replenishing as she swallowed, the white liquid flowing down her throat and spreading through her body like warm fire. Her recovery speed had always been a limiting factor—her reserves were enormous, far beyond what any normal being could hold, but refilling them took time. Days. Weeks.

This cut that time significantly.

Instead of getting angry, she sucked his cock again.

Her mouth sealed around the tip, her tongue lapping at the remaining traces of cum with desperate efficiency. She didn’t want to waste a single drop. Not when it gave her this.