SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 552: Training Ends

Leon teleported them both.

The room materialized around them, and the sight that greeted Leon made his cock throb with painful intensity against his pants.

Seraphine was on the bed. Completely naked. Her amethyst hair spread across the pillows like a halo, her legs spread wide, her fingers tracing lazy circles between her thighs.

She was looking directly at him, her lips parted, her eyes dark with invitation. One finger beckoned him forward.

Come here.

Leon’s control nearly snapped right there.

Instead, he smiled. A slow, predatory smile.

His spatial element flared, and in an instant, his clothes and Ira’s vanished, deposited neatly in the corner of the room.

His arm wrapped around Ira’s bare shoulders, his hand finding her breast immediately—warm, soft, her dark nipple already hard against his palm. He pinched it, rolling the bud between his fingers, and Ira let out a moan that was half gasp, half plea.

He pulled her with him as he walked toward the bed, his other hand gripping his cock—ten inches of thick, veiny flesh, already leaking at the tip.

They reached the edge of the bed. Seraphine watched them approach, her fingers still playing between her legs, her breath catching at the sight of him.

Leon pushed Ira down to her knees.

"Suck it wet," he commanded.

Ira didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth opened eagerly, taking the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip.

She sucked with desperate hunger, taking him deeper, inch by inch, her throat working to accommodate his size.

Her gag reflex kicked in—it always did—but she pushed through it, saliva dripping down her chin, her eyes watering as she took him all the way to the base.

Who needed lubricant when he had her?

At the same time, his hand found Seraphine’s pussy. His fingers slid through her folds, finding her already soaking wet, her arousal dripping onto the sheets.

He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.

He didn’t actually need Ira’s mouth for lubrication. Seraphine was wet enough on her own—more than wet enough. But he didn’t mind. He enjoyed this. The sight of Ira on her knees, her throat bulging with the outline of his cock, her eager mouth working him over.

He started to move.

Face-fucking. Hard and deep. The outline of his cock was visible in her throat with every thrust.

Ira took it all, her hands braced against his thighs, her moans vibrating around his shaft.

Seraphine watched, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body writhing on the bed.

He came.

Hard. Sudden. A groan ripped from his chest as his thick white semen erupted into Ira’s mouth.

She swallowed greedily, her throat working to take it all, but there was too much—some leaked from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.

She didn’t waste a drop. Licked her lips clean. Sucked the last remnants from his tip.

The taste was addictive to her. Sweet. Warm. And more than that—her body was recovering faster with his semen. The fatigue from days of intensive training was fading, her muscles relaxing, her mana replenishing. This was what she needed, what she’d been craving.

Seraphine saw it all. Watched Ira take that first tribute with hungry eyes. She knew she couldn’t take his full monster at once as Ira could—her throat wasn’t as trained, her gag reflex stronger. But she still enjoyed watching. Still felt a sharp stab of jealousy that Ira got to swallow his first load.

Leon didn’t make her feel lonely for long.

He pulled his wet cock from Ira’s mouth, turned to Seraphine, and grabbed her legs. He pushed them up, spreading her wide, and aligned himself with her entrance. Her pussy was dripping, ready, aching for him.

He thrust inside her in one smooth motion.

Seraphine screamed.

Not in pain—in pleasure. Pure, overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock filled her completely, stretching her walls, reaching depths that made her vision blur. He started fucking her hard, his hips slamming against hers, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

The sound was obscene. Wet skin against wet skin. His balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

Her moans grew louder, wilder, her mind going blank as the pleasure consumed her. She had missed this. Missed him. Missed the way he filled her, stretched her, used her.

Ira recovered quickly, climbing onto the bed beside them. Her hand found his hand, leading him up to her lonely breast, Leon accepting the invitation, started squeezing, pinching her nipple.

Her mouth found Leon’s neck, kissing, biting, sucking.

She wasn’t satisfied with just one load. She wanted more.

Leon gave them everything.

He alternated between them. Seraphine first—fucking her until she came, her pussy clenching around him, her screams echoing off the walls.

Then Ira—flipping her onto her stomach, pushing into her from behind, pounding her hard and deep while she gripped the sheets and moaned his name.

He filled all their holes. Seraphine’s mouth while Ira rode his cock.

Ira’s ass while Seraphine licked his balls.

Both of them on their knees, side by side, taking turns sucking him off while he stroked himself between their eager mouths.

It continued for hours. Round after round. Cum painting their faces, their breasts, their stomachs.

They drank him dry, both of them addicted to his taste, to the way his semen replenished their bodies and sharpened their minds.

But Leon didn’t go too hard.

He read their bodies. Knew their limits. He pushed them to the edge of exhaustion but never over it. He didn’t let them pass out. Didn’t let the pleasure become pain.

When he was finally done—when they were both trembling and spent, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum—he lay down between them.

Seraphine curled against his left side. Ira against his right. Their heads rested on his chest, their legs tangled with his, their breathing slow and deep.

There were still two hours before the dungeon opened.

They slept in his arms, peaceful smiles on their faces. Leon watched them for a moment, his heart full, his body satisfied.

Then he activated his holy element.

The gentle white light flowed from his palm, washing over both women.

It seeped into their bodies, removing every trace of mental fatigue. The stress of training. The anxiety of the upcoming dungeon. The exhaustion from the marathon sex they’d just shared. His holy energy cleansed it all, leaving only peace and rest.

It worked well with his semen. The combination was potent—his cum replenished their physical reserves, and his holy element restored their mental clarity. Together, they were a complete restoration.

A thought crossed his mind.

Xyra. She must have been spying on them this whole time. Watching through whatever technique she used, observing every position, every moan, every swallow.

The thought lingered for a moment. Then it passed.

There was nothing he could do about it. She was what she was. A voyeuristic ancient being who had spent her precious time spying on them from the shadows. The only hope he had was that she learned something from watching. Picked up some technique beyond just sucking him off like a demon who knew nothing else.

He closed his eyes.

The dungeon would open in two hours. He would face it with his women at his side—rested, restored, and ready.

For now, he slept.