SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 534: A Reward Beyond Expectations—3

Leon appeared just outside the mansion’s grand entrance.

The wind was cool against his skin, a sharp contrast to the heated, humid atmosphere he had just escaped. The Ascension Tower loomed nearby, its familiar silhouette grounding him after the disorienting hours he had just spent. He took a long breath, steadying himself.

The experience of giving Xyra the reward she had wanted—which had just ended—he could say, was a once-in-a-lifetime thing for him. Yep. It was so crazy and unpredictable that his mind was still struggling to process it all. He could only sigh in relief as he had come out of that unscathed despite the sacrifice he had to make.

He had lost count of how many times he had cum. Four? Five? His balls ached with a pleasant, hollow emptiness. His cock was chafed, sensitive, and still twitching occasionally from the memory of her mouth. The way she had sucked him dry, round after round, with that hungry, analytical look in her silver eyes. The way she had swallowed every drop, licking his shaft clean as if she couldn’t bear to waste a single bit.

He had nearly unlimited stamina, but that doesn’t mean he can be used like this...

And the way her mana had surged with each swallow. He had felt it through their connection—the slow, steady refill of her reserves, like a river being fed by a thousand streams. She had been desperate. Running on empty. And his cum had been the fuel she needed.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath.

He had made a deal with a goddess. A proud, ancient, terrifyingly powerful being who could freeze him solid with a thought. And he had spent hours with his cock in her mouth.

He reached out through the connection.

A moment passed. Then her presence brushed against his mind.

"What?"

Her voice was flat, but there was a hint of satisfaction in it. Contentment. She had eaten well tonight.

He spoke plainly.

Silence stretched across the mental link. One second. Two. Five.

Then her voice came through.

"And what do I get in return?"

Her tone was slow, deliberate. Carrying that naughty edge he had heard before. He could already picture her face without seeing it. Smug. Lips curled. Eyes half-lidded with that knowing look.

"I’ll be helping them a lot, you know. Training. Protection. Keeping them alive while you run around doing whatever it is you do."

A pause.

"I’ll need to be rewarded. A lot."

With that thought, he paused for a second. He didn’t know if she was larping too much, but he chose to trust her.

Leon didn’t need to see her to know exactly the expression on her face. That same smug, self-satisfied look she had worn while wiping his cum from her chin. That same hungry gleam in her silver eyes.

His cock twitched at the memory.

He kept his voice steady.

A long pause. Then her voice, softer now.

"Good."

The connection went silent. The conversation was over.

Leon stood there for a long moment, staring at the mansion’s closed doors. The building stretched tall and elegant behind him, its red-lit windows casting a warm glow onto the manicured grounds. It was a beautiful structure. A perfect home for a being like her.

He sighed.

He had just spent hours being sucked off by an ancient, goddess-like being. His cock was still sensitive, his body drained, his mind spinning with the implications of what had just happened. And now he had agreed to let her watch over his harem—in exchange for regular "rewards."

He shook his head and started walking toward the Ascension Tower. He needed to rest. To process. To figure out how he was going to explain any of this to Seraphine and Ira.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a familiar presence brushed against his mind again.

Xyra’s voice. Still carrying that smug edge.

He stopped. Waited.

A pause.

The connection went silent before he could respond.

Leon stared at the tower ahead of him, his expression blank.

He ran a hand down his face.

Not just a problem. A disaster. A beautiful, impossible, infuriating disaster.

She had watched them through her spying technique. Seen everything. Every position. Every moan. Every drop of cum was swallowed by Seraphine and Ira. And yet she wanted the live experience. Wanted to be in the room while he fucked one of his women, watching from inches away instead of through a magical window.

He started walking again, his footsteps heavy against the stone path.

This was trouble. Pure, undeniable trouble. But so much had happened between them now. The reward session. The mana recovery she had clearly gotten from his cum.

He had felt it through the connection. Her mana reserves had been nearly empty when he first arrived. He hadn’t realized it at first—she was so good at masking her weakness, so proud that she would never show vulnerability. But after the first round, he had felt the change. Her mana had surged, growing stronger with each swallow. By the fifth round, she had recovered a significant portion of her reserves.

His cum was her fuel.

That realization changed everything.

What he doesn’t know is that it was like 0.1% of reserve recovery, but to Leon, it felt vast, or he would be too shocked.

She needed him. Not just for pleasure, not just for company, but for survival. For power. For recovery, even if it was secondary for the time being, considering her strength, it was still vital, probably for her.

And that gave him leverage.

He considered making her his woman one day. It was a thought he had kept buried in the back of his mind, undeclared, unspoken. But it was there. The power she wielded. The beauty she possessed. The unpredictable, dangerous charm that made his heart race even when she was threatening to freeze him solid.

It would be hard. He could feel it already. She was not like Seraphine, who had fallen for him with gentle warmth, not like Ira, who had surrendered with fierce passion. Xyra was ancient. Proud. Unpredictable. Taming her would be a battle he wasn’t sure he could win.

But he had made his choice.

That choice remained locked in his mind, unvoiced. But it was there, settled like a stone in his gut.