SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 533: A Reward Beyond Expectations—2

The taste was addictive. Sweet and thick, coating her tongue with a warmth that spread through her chest. But more than the taste—the effect. Her mana reserves, which had been scraping near empty after everything she had done in the dimensional merger and battle, were refilling at a rate she had never experienced before.

She swallowed. Another pulse of recovery.

She licked the shaft clean, her tongue tracing along the veins, chasing every last smear of white. The cum on her face she wiped with her fingers and sucked clean, her silver eyes half-lidded with something between hunger and bliss.

Leon watched her, his breathing still heavy.

She had looked ready to explode with anger a moment ago. Now she was cleaning his cock like it was the most precious thing in the universe.

Xyra pulled back, her lips wet, her face flushed. She looked at his cock—still half-hard, twitching from the recent orgasm—and then up at his face.

"I want more."

Her voice was flat. Direct. No hesitation.

Leon blinked. "More?"

"More," she confirmed. "I need more."

She didn’t explain why. She didn’t tell him about the mana recovery, about the desperate need to fill her reserves, about how she had been running on fumes since she manifested in this world. She simply stated her demand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Leon wanted to refuse. He had just cum. His body was still recovering, his nerves still sensitive. But the look in her eyes—that cold, hungry gleam—made him reconsider.

And if he was honest with himself, the experience was good. Her awkward, hungry mouth on his cock, her silver hair in his hands, her eyes looking up at him with that mix of curiosity and need. It was thrilling. Terrifying, but thrilling.

He nodded.

He moved to the luxurious sofa she had been sitting on earlier and sat down, spreading his legs slightly. His cock, still sensitive but already beginning to harden again, twitched as he settled into the cushion.

"Go on," he said.

Xyra didn’t need to be told twice.

She knelt between his legs, her robe pooling around her on the floor. She took his cock in her hand—already stiffening, responding to the sight of her kneeling before him—and guided it to her mouth.

This time, she took more.

Her technique was still clumsy, but she was learning. Her hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the tip, her tongue tracing patterns she had seen Seraphine and Ira use in her spying sessions. She couldn’t take the full length—not yet—but she took more than before, her throat relaxing as she pushed deeper.

Leon let out a groan, his head falling back against the sofa.

It continued for hours.

Three more times, she sucked him off. Each time, she drank every drop. Each time, her technique improved. Her hand movements grew more confident, her mouth took more of his length, her tongue found the spots that made him gasp.

By the third round, she could take half his cock without gagging.

By the fourth, she had learned to use her saliva to lubricate her hand movements, creating a wet, rhythmic glide that made his hips buck.

By the fifth, she had discovered the sensitive ridge beneath the head, and she exploited it mercilessly until he came with a guttural shout.

Each time, she swallowed. Each time, she felt her mana reserves swell. By the end, she had recovered nearly fifteen percent of her total capacity—something that should have taken weeks of natural recovery.

Leon, for his part, was thoroughly drained. His body was slick with sweat, his muscles loose and relaxed. During the third round, he had grown bold enough to place his hand behind her head. He was scared—terrified, even—that she might snap his wrist or freeze his arm solid. But she didn’t react. She just kept sucking, her focus absolute, her hunger insatiable.

He had expected her to stop after one round, maybe two. But she kept going, round after round, drinking him dry each time.

, he thought, a mixture of exhaustion and pride coloring the observation.

After the fifth round, she finally pulled back.

Her lips were swollen. Her face was flushed. Her silver hair was slightly disheveled, strands sticking to her damp cheeks. She looked thoroughly debauched, and yet her eyes held that same cold composure she always carried.

"That’s enough for now."

Her voice was slightly hoarse. She stood, adjusting her robe with practiced dignity, as if she hadn’t just spent hours with her mouth wrapped around his cock.

"You can leave now."

Leon blinked. Just like that? After all that, she was dismissing him?

He felt a flicker of disappointment. But also relief. His body was spent, his reserves depleted. If she had asked for another round, he wasn’t sure he could have delivered.

He stood, his legs slightly unsteady, and reached for his clothes.

The teleportation spell formed in his mind. He reached for the familiar sensation, the thread of mana that would pull him back to his tower—

Nothing.

The spell failed. The thread snapped before he could grasp it.

He turned, confused, to see Xyra with her back to him.

Her voice came, softer than before. Almost gentle.

"I will be helping you a lot more in the future, Leon. So you need to reward me a lot more." She paused. "And you might get to do more if you do a good job. Okay?"

Doing a good job in her terms just meant that when he would be strong enough to actually do things with her, because as of right now, he was too weak to handle it.

But to Leon, it sounded like something else.

Leon couldn’t see her face. Her back was turned, her silver hair cascading down her spine. But her voice sounded different. Softer. Almost vulnerable.

He considered her words. She wasn’t a lecherous woman who did these things with random men. He had confirmed that. And she was powerful beyond measure—a goddess-like being who could reshape reality with a thought.

Her words excited him. The possibility of more. Of deeper connection. Of having someone like her by his side.

"Okay," he said, a slight smile touching his lips. "Looking forward to a peaceful future."

He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that warned him of future trouble. He had learned from Lin Fan that trouble found its own way, no matter how carefully you avoided it. And the prettier and more powerful they were, the more trouble they brought.

But this was a path he had to walk. It was not like Lin Fan—the teacher who had taught him so much—hadn’t had his own share of problems despite trying to avoid them all.

The teleportation spell took hold.

Leon disappeared from the red room, leaving behind only the faint scent of passion and the lingering warmth of his presence.

Xyra stood alone in the silence.

She raised her hand to her lips, touching them gently. She could still taste him. Still feel the throb of his cock against her tongue. Still feels the surge of mana as his seed has flooded her system.

One percent, she mused. In a single session, she just needs to focus fully on recovery over the next 15 hours; the thing filling her stomach was in effect.

If she could get him regularly—if she could build a steady supply—she could fully recover within weeks. Months at most.

Her fingers traced her jawline, catching a smear of cum she had missed. She licked it clean without thinking.

Her eyes glowed faintly in the dim red light.

She would not let this opportunity slip away.

Only she knows whether she was thinking about her mana recovery or something else entirely.