SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 549: Time Management

Leon was teleported by Xyra to the same room in her mansion.

The familiar red walls materialized around him, the luxurious sofa pressing against his back before he even had time to orient himself. He was sitting. She had placed him here deliberately, positioned him like a guest awaiting service.

She stood before him, her silver eyes serious, her expression carrying no hint that she was asking something unusual.

"Undress. Take out your cock."

Her voice was flat. Direct. The tone of someone ordering a meal.

Leon looked at her for a long moment. He had learned enough about her to know that getting out of this would require compliance. She had teleported him here. She had power beyond his ability to resist. And he needed her help for Seraphine and the others.

He reached down and unfastened his pants.

He pulled them off along with his underwear, exposing himself completely. His cock hung limp between his legs. Still big even in its relaxed state—a thick, heavy length that rested against his thigh—but soft. Uninterested.

Xyra’s eyes zeroed in on it. Her brow furrowed.

Leon saw the shift in her expression. The beginnings of that cold anger he had witnessed before. That wounded pride that demanded his body respond to her presence alone. He knew her previous logic: if he didn’t get hard in her presence, it meant he didn’t find her beautiful. And that was an insult she would not tolerate.

He intervened before she could speak.

"Xyra." His voice was calm, controlled. "You are beautiful. I have told you this before, and I don’t want to say it again. That is not the issue."

She paused, her mouth half-open, her anger interrupted.

He continued. "It’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I need you to show me something to get me excited. That’s how it works with me."

It was a lie. Partially. Her thin red robe, the way it clung to her curves, the glimpse of her cleavage he caught every time she moved—it was already more than enough to make him hard. But Leon could control his body. He could keep himself limp through sheer willpower.

He was not going to be used as a tool. Not again. Not without her taking part in it.

Xyra narrowed her eyes slightly, studying him. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, trying to determine if he was lying. After a long moment, she spoke.

"What do I have to do?"

Leon kept his voice steady. "Show me your boobs. That will be enough."

Her reaction was mild. Surprisingly mild.

She reached up, gripped the edges of her thin red robe, and pulled it apart.

The fabric fell away, sliding down her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She was completely naked before him. No hesitation. No shyness. No coyness. Just a straightforward bearing of her body as if she were presenting a report.

Leon’s breath caught.

Her body was perfect. Curves in all the right places, smooth pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim red light. Her breasts were perfectly sized—not too large, not too small, shaped with a natural symmetry that seemed almost sculpted. Her nipples were a soft pink, hardened slightly from the cool air.

But between her legs, there was a mist. A faint, swirling obscurity that hid her pussy from view, as if her body itself refused to reveal that part of her without her explicit permission.

Leon’s cock jerked violently.

He had been controlling it, holding it limp through sheer force of will. But the abrupt, sensual sight of her naked body shattered that control. His cock swelled instantly, painfully, rising to its full ten-inch length in seconds. Thick. Veiny. Throbbing.

Xyra saw it and nodded in satisfaction.

She got on her knees without a word.

Her hands gripped his cock—both hands, wrapping around the thick shaft—and she began stroking. Her technique had improved dramatically since their first encounter. Her movements were smoother, more confident, more deliberate.

Then she lowered her mouth and took him in.

Leon’s head fell back against the sofa, a low grunt escaping his throat.

She had improved too much.

This was only their second experience, but she sucked him off like she had been doing it for years. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue tracing patterns along his shaft while her hands worked the base. She took him deeper than before, her throat relaxing to accommodate more of his length.

She was like a hungry hyena working on his cock.

Leon gripped the armrest of the sofa, his knuckles white, his breathing ragged. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, building faster than he expected. She had learned. She had watched. She had practiced in her mind, and now she was applying that knowledge with devastating effectiveness.

He didn’t last long.

The first spurt of cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, her throat working around his tip. She didn’t stop. She kept sucking, kept stroking, drawing out every drop until he was empty.

Then she pulled back, licked her lips, and started again.

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Soon, Leon came out of her mansion through the main gate.

Several long hours had passed, but in reality, not so much. He had decided to spend a bit of time walking through the structure, satisfying his curiosity about the layout beyond the room he usually teleported to. The mansion was vast, filled with corridors and chambers that seemed to shift and rearrange themselves when he wasn’t looking. Art hung on the walls. Furniture was arranged with deliberate care. It was a home, not just a fortress.

But his mind kept returning to what had happened in that red room.

Fifteen times.

Xyra had sucked him off fifteen times.

And she had drunk his semen every single time. Not a drop wasted. Her mouth had been on him constantly, her throat working, her hands stroking, her eyes looking up at him with that hungry, analytical gaze.

Other than sucking him off, she didn’t do anything else. No touching. No fondling. No attempts to climb onto his lap or guide him inside her. Just relentless, methodical, devoted oral service.

Leon had wanted to touch her. Her breasts, so perfect and inviting. He had wanted to grab them, squeeze them, feel their weight in his hands. But he was too scared. Afraid of offending her. Afraid of crossing a line that would make her angry. She was unpredictable, and he couldn’t read her well enough to know what she would tolerate.

So he had kept his hands to himself.

During the eighth time, he had started to feel it was too much. His body wasn’t exhausted, and his reserves weren’t depleted, but even so, eight times in a row, it just felt like too much. He was about to tell her to stop when she spoke.

"Time inside this room is compressed. A thousand times faster."

He had blinked. "What?"

"The hours you’ve spent here. In the outside world, only seconds have passed."

Leon had understood the implication immediately. She could keep him here for as long as she wanted. Hours. Days. Weeks. And outside, no time would pass. No one would miss him. No one would come looking.

The thought made him feel good—because it meant he hadn’t wasted the time he needed for other things. But it also made him feel bad because it meant she had planned this from the start, and using her power in such a way was clever, but he felt mixed about it.

He was trapped in her web, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to escape.

Now, standing outside the main gate of her mansion, Leon took a deep breath of fresh air. The blue sky stretched above him.

He focused his mana and teleported.

His body vanished from the spot.