Chapter 1617 Alright
Satisfying both women wasn't hard for Ryu. As big a game as Isemeine liked to talk, if he were to rank which of his women were the most sensitive, her and Ailsa would probably have to duke it out for first place. Maybe due to watching him with Eska again and again, she had a lot pent up inside of her and she was even more sensitive than usual, something that was hard to imagine.
Ryker sat cross legged, looking out onto the oasis. His mind had already drifted elsewhere. Between him seeing the Phoenix Sky God and now, he hadn't really had a moment to rest and reflect, and quite honestly, it was still bothering him. He hadn't been in the mood to have sex at all, he just did so because he felt that he had been neglecting Isemeine too much. If he wanted to avoid the future his father warned him about, he couldn't do that.
Even so, his mind couldn't help but be consumed by that topic. He wanted to get stronger at a rate that was much faster than this. His already insane speed wasn't enough.
He released some control over his qi and his breakthrough into the False Sky God Realm continued. He greedily sucked up the thick qi, but his body felt like a bottomless well.
At this point, he felt that it was actually a bit ridiculous. Others already saw him as a False Sky God, but that was purely because of the White Phoenix Spiritual Foundation. His Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation, though, was insatiable. There didn't seem to be enough energy in the world for it.
Which was ridiculous because he had yet to feel it give him any tangible benefits aside from auxiliary matters. The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
He had used it to form his Embryonic Qi, and that was amazing. But aside from that, was there much else?
He couldn't use the treasures in it without killing himself, the large well of qi others would have benefited from was useless to him because he had already had an endless well of qi to pull from the Chaos Plane, even the Divine Chains it had allowed him to grasp had been sacrificed for the sake of his own Dao Vessel.
He shook his head, finding himself becoming frustrated.
He had thought he felt better after going on a rampage, but Old Wan's attack and Hope's current state had just brought him right back to stage one. Ultimately, this was all caused by his weakness... again.
He was strong for his cultivation Realm, he was probably already closing in if not infinitesimally close to the geniuses of the Ninth Heaven. But it wasn't enough, it never felt like it was enough.
This was what he wanted, wasn't it? A rise to the top.
It was. It was exactly what he wanted. The trouble was that he didn't want to have to deal with all the politics that came with it.
He never thought about coddling the emotions of all his women because it felt like a waste of his time. He never wanted to join a Sect because dealing with those kinds of interpersonal relationships had always made him gag, even back when he was a youth and his father was taking him around to visit their subordinate powers, he had always hated it.
He never wanted to be leader, he never wanted to be a King or an Emperor, he just wanted to have the strongest fist, the strongest blade, the greatest strength.
"You didn't cum..." she mumbled beneath her breath, her words slurring.
Ryu looked down at the woman who looked more drunk than anything else, suddenly feeling the need to laugh. His irritation vanished.
He hadn't, but he wasn't really in the mood to. Watching Isemeine blindly knead at him, trying to understand why it wasn't getting hard yet, he was feeling more and more amused.
"Seems you're not very good at this," Ryu chuckled.
"... You take that back, you bastard!"
She pulled herself over and her face practically collapsed in Ryu's lap, her tongue flailing about wildly but mostly missing her intended target.
Ryu smiled. He could feel the fluctuations in Isemeine's soul and it was adorable in her own way.
When he thought about it, about the only thing he truly understood about Isemeine was that she was extremely prideful. It didn't seem so with how she acted in bed, but when he accounted for the fact she didn't see sex like most did, it made more sense. She saw the act as a pleasurable thing where no one party was truly in submission to the other.
So of course, she didn't attach her pride to such a thing. However, when she could reciprocate, her pride did begin to leak into this act it was usually unrelated to. Ryu caught a faint inkling of how he could manipulate Isemeine into true submission. He didn't even need to use his Dao, his normal comprehension abilities were good enough to see the path on their own. But he ignored it.
He reached down a hand and stroked her hair.
"Alright, alright," he chuckled, letting his blood flow freely until the heat assaulted Isemeine's cheek.
After giving Isemeine exactly what she wanted, Ryu felt more relaxed.
He hadn't gotten an answer to everything going on in his mind, but he had never expected to. There was no one answer to subduing those feelings of malcontent in his heart except to get stronger than anyone else. His women were the same way, there was nothing else to do aside from getting to know them better.
To him, the two were just two opposing sides of the same coin.
He looked up toward the skies, feeling an elevated sense of self as his breakthrough reached a peak.
"In that case, I'll go to the Ninth Heaven as quickly as possible. I won't leave Elena alone for so long again. After that, we will go to the Nether Plane for Mae. Only then will I go to the Ethereal Plane for myself."