Charlie Avalon
Level 6
Strength: F (368)
Endurance: F (355)
Dexterity: F (309)
Agility: F (399)
Magic Power: ∞
Magic:
✧ Spirit Art
✧ Spirit Contractor
✧ Aithra Athanatos
Skills:
✧ The Chosen Savior
✧ Prodigy Swordsman
✧ Infinite Essence
✧ Triptolemus Arc
✧ Dragon Slayer
✧ Armor of Fafnir
✧ Crystallized Wisdom
✧ Six Eyes
✧ Immortality
✧ Senrigan
✧ God Hand
✧ Nine Lives
Development Abilities
Luck: G
Mystery: F
Chain Attack: F
Strong Body: H
Nexus: I
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Charlie stared at the status parchment in his hand with a gloomy expression.
"So this is the frustration Ais felt? No matter how many monsters I slaughter, they no longer provide Excelia because the power gap is too wide."
In fact, a year and two months had passed since he began the cleanup of China. Now, he and his group were in the westernmost region of China, in Xinjiang Province, Tashkurgan City, after crossing most of that vast plain.
Charlie had exterminated hundreds of millions of monsters—an astronomical number. Unfortunately, those monsters no longer yielded Excelia for him.
Aishia, sitting behind him and helping him transcribe the status onto the parchment, hugged him from behind, her chin resting comfortably on Charlie's shoulder.
"Don't put pressure on yourself, Charlie. Your growth speed is already incredibly fast compared to other adventurers. What are you dissatisfied with?"
Charlie gazed at the high plains stretching out beyond the window.
"You're right, Aishia. I'm being too hasty. It's just that I feel Level 7 is a monumental moment. Like something big is going to happen once I promote to Level 7."
Although there was no physical evidence or prophecy, Charlie trusted the cold and strong premonition that arose every time he thought about promoting to Level 7—a level achieved by only two people currently, Ottar and Leon.
"..."
A few moments passed in silence before Aishia suddenly spoke again.
"Hey, Charlie."
"Hm?"
"Want to do that?"
Charlie fell silent. He could feel Aishia's warmth against his back, and the ambiguous question filled him with question marks.
"...???"
Aishia looked at him with a flat expression, devoid of the shame a woman should have.
"You're a man too. It's been over a year since you've had sex; your desires must have built up."
"W-What are you—"
"I know Charlie secretly went to a brothel in the Entertainment District, specifically. Visiting the elf prostitutes there. Not only that. I also know you had sex with Sword Princess Ais Wallenstein from Loki Familia while I and Est were sleeping."
A suffocating silence filled the room. The only sound was the whisper of sand outside the Tashkurgan window.
"Uhuk... Uhuk... Geez, I underestimated you, Aishia." Charlie held Aishia's hand wrapped around his chest. "I thought I hid it well. Turns out it was just my own delusion."
"You're not angry, Aishia?"
Aishia's revelation about Ais and the elf prostitutes made Charlie feel like all his darkest secrets had been exposed, yet without judgment.
Aishia shook her head slowly, her loose pink hair moving gently.
"Angry? Why would I be angry? As long as it doesn't have a negative impact on you, I don't care how many women are in your life. In the end, the one always by your side is me."
"Wow, so generous."
For a moment, Charlie forgot that Aishia wasn't human, but a Spirit. As a Spirit, her mindset and perception of relationships were indeed different.
"So, what's Charlie's answer?"
Aishia repeated her question, her eyes emitting a soft glow.
"..."
Charlie paused for a moment.
Aishia's stunningly beautiful appearance and dreamlike aura were truly mesmerizing. Her long, bright pink hair cascaded down, radiating an indescribable allure and temptation.
Charlie couldn't help but glance downward. Her smooth and bare legs looked spotless, and her tiny toes gleamed with a subtle, pearl-like sheen. Her expressionless and indifferent attitude while discussing this topic seemed so natural.
"The answer is obvious. I'm not a loser protagonist who would avoid this situation."
After giving his answer, Charlie pulled Aishia into his embrace.
Aishia's pink lips remained tightly closed, but a soft red color began to bloom on her previously pale cheeks.
Her waist trembled slightly as Charlie's large hand reached for it, but there was no resistance. Their breaths began to mingle, creating a moist warmth that made Aishia close her eyes.
Instead of going straight for her lips, Charlie chose to explore Aishia's graceful neck. From back to front, he traced every curve with his lips, occasionally using the tip of his tongue to feel the smooth skin, which turned out to be more sensitive than expected. Under his touch, Aishia's flawless white skin began to show captivating red patterns, like a canvas slowly colored by passion.
"Huufff..."
Charlie took a deep breath, which seemed to carry Aishia's body scent—youthful, colorless, and odorless, yet continuously igniting his lust and passion.
Charlie gently pushed Aishia onto the bed.
The thin dress Aishia wore allowed his mischievous hand to easily slip into the soft and gentle cleavage of her chest. Easily, Charlie opened the outer layer of her clothing, revealing her soft and firm breasts.
"Beautiful..."
Hearing the compliment, a contradictory yet natural expression—a mix of conflicting emotions and intoxicating desire—spread across Aishia's previously expressionless beautiful face. It was a vulnerability Charlie had never seen from her before.
Charlie didn't rush. His left hand continued to caress Aishia's breasts, while his right hand slowly traced downward. His trained fingers found Aishia's center of pleasure, beginning to stroke with patient circular motions.
"Charlie... It feels so strange..."
Aishia's breathing became irregular. Her eyes glistened, filled with sensations completely foreign to her.
Charlie moved down, tracing her flat and smooth stomach. He crawled lower, removing the swimsuit Aishia was still wearing, which now felt like an obstacle.
After Aishia was completely naked, Charlie began to worship her slender thighs with gentle kisses, slowly approaching the center of sensation.
The sensation of Charlie's tongue licking her sensitive area made Aishia arch her back, a completely instinctive reaction beyond her control. She never knew her body could produce such an intense biological response.
"Ahhh! Nnngh..."
Aishia's voice, usually calm and controlled, now sounded broken and intermittent. Pure pleasure flooded her senses, peaking to an almost unbearable limit.
Seeing Aishia unable to hold back any longer, Charlie rose. He took a deep breath, staring into Aishia's misty eyes clouded by passion.
"I'm going in, Aishia. It might hurt a little."
Aishia just nodded, unable to speak. She simply closed her eyes, entrusting everything to Charlie.
Charlie positioned himself. As penetration began, his first movement was slow.
"Ahhh!"
Aishia's cry sounded touching as Charlie broke through her hymen. Virgin blood flowed out, staining the white sheets with the mark of sacrificed purity.
Charlie paused for a moment, letting Aishia adjust to the initial pain.
But surprisingly, Aishia pushed her hips forward herself.
"Continue."
Charlie began to move, initially very slow and careful. Each thrust was followed by mixed moans from Aishia—half pain, half pleasure. Blood continued to flow, wetting them both, but neither cared.
What followed was an amazing transformation. Aishia, who was initially passive, began to respond enthusiastically. Her hands groped Charlie's back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. Her legs wrapped around Charlie's waist, pulling him deeper.
"More... Charlie, deeper." Aishia pleaded, her voice now full of uncontainable passion.
Charlie was shocked by this drastic change. From cold and expressionless, Aishia became full of passion.
They continued to unite in an increasingly fast rhythm, blood and sweat mixing, moans and gasps echoing in the room.