Leveling Continues

After their small celebration, the warmth of good food and shared company settled deep within Adrian.

Yet, even in this moment of ease, he knew their time in the training chamber couldn't be spent solely on indulgence.

Growth was paramount—both for himself and those who had sworn loyalty to him.

With the last of their meal finished, Isabella set down her goblet and stretched slightly, satisfaction evident in her expression.

"That was a fine meal," she said, looking around the group. "But we can't afford to grow complacent."

Seraphina nodded in agreement, swirling the wine in her glass. "Indeed. Time moves differently in here, but that doesn't mean we should waste it. We need to continue pushing our limits."

Sophia cracked her knuckles, her red eyes gleaming. "Then let's get back to it. I've barely worked up a sweat."

Eve adjusted her glasses, ever the strategist. "We should continue optimizing our approach. Farming experience efficiently while simultaneously refining our combat styles would be the best course of action."

Christine, ever eager, stood up abruptly. "Yeah! We need to get even stronger!"

Chris, though more subdued, gave a small nod of agreement. "We've already come far, but we can't stop here."

Adrian leaned back slightly, letting their excitement wash over him. His women were warriors in their own right, each determined to carve their own path alongside him.

Still, he had already reached a new pinnacle. Archdraconic Spellblade. The class alone signified a transformation far beyond his previous limits.

He needed time to properly adjust to his newfound strength—to experiment, refine, and truly master his evolution.

And so, he made his decision.

"You all should continue leveling up with Aunt," Adrian said, his voice carrying the weight of command.

Sophia raised an eyebrow. "And you?"

"I'll continue to train on my own for a while." He ran a hand through his hair. "I need to adjust to my new class. Fighting alone for a bit will let me push my new limits without holding anyone back."

Isabella's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she nodded in understanding. "Very well."

Seraphina smiled knowingly. "Smart choice. You'll have an easier time refining your power that way."

Christine pouted but didn't protest. "Fine... but we'll meet up later, right?"

Adrian smirked. "Of course."

With that, the group gradually dispersed. Seraphina led the women deeper into the chamber, seeking stronger monsters and more intense battle conditions to continue refining their skills.

Adrian, however, stayed behind.

The following days in the training chamber blurred into an endless cycle of battle, growth, and unrelenting pursuit of strength.

By day, Adrian roamed the battlefield alone, testing the limits of his Archdraconic Spellblade class.

His newfound abilities were staggering. Each swing of his blade carved through monsters with frightening precision, his mana circulation refined to an instinctual level.

His Draconic Cloak burned brighter than ever, wrapping him in an aura of power that made weaker foes tremble.

He experimented with his newfound speed, power, and mana efficiency, striking faster, harder, and more decisively with every clash.

The very air trembled beneath the weight of his presence, his Dragon's Roar shaking the battlefield, while his Void Step let him phase between dimensions in an instant, overwhelming his foes before they could react.

Meanwhile, the rest of his women trained under Seraphina's watchful eye. Each of them pushed their combat limits, slaying monster after monster, ensuring that no time was wasted.

Their levels soared as they faced wave after wave of enemies, each battle refining their skills and sharpening their instincts.

But it wasn't just combat that fueled their strength.

As night fell, a different kind of training took place.

Every night, Adrian's women would return from their battles—exhausted, yet eager. Their eyes burned with more than just combat fervor.

They gathered around him, their bodies aching for more than rest.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Technique had become their secret weapon—a method that fueled their growth far beyond conventional means.

After Adrian's ascension to second class, the technique had become even more stronger, providing higher attribute feedback then before.

Sophia, ever the warrior, was the first to challenge Adrian each night. Her fiery intensity burned just as fiercely in their private moments as it did on the battlefield.

She straddled him like she was claiming her rightful place, her breath hot against his skin, each movement a relentless pursuit of dominance.

Yet, no matter how fiercely she rode him, he always flipped the tables in the end, leaving her gasping, her pride tempered by the sheer force of his passion.

Eve, the ever-meticulous strategist, approached their time together with the same analytical precision she used in combat.

She studied their every touch, every exchange of energy, ensuring that no moment was wasted.

But there were times when her careful control would crack, when Adrian's relentless rhythm left her breathless, as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris, the quiet one, held back nothing in the privacy of the night. With Adrian, she bloomed into something else entirely—soft yet eager, shy yet insatiable.

Her natural affinity for him made every moment electric, her body perfectly attuned to his, their energies mingling in a way that left them both utterly consumed by one another.

Isabella, the proud matriarch, watched over them all with knowing eyes, her presence both commanding and indulgent.

She would join when the moment called for it, her body moving against Adrian's with a slow, teasing mastery that left him on edge.

She knew exactly how to push him to the brink—how to draw out his hunger until he was left with no choice but to claim her completely.

Seraphina, ever the mischievous temptress, had long since abandoned the facade of detached amusement.

She relished every touch, every whispered tease, her voice laced with sultry satisfaction as she guided him deeper into their forbidden indulgence.

With her, there was always a game—a challenge to see who would break first, and more often than not, it was Seraphina who found herself undone beneath him, her fiery resistance melting into pure, unrestrained bliss.

And then there was Rosalyn, the unexpected yet intoxicating addition. At first hesitant, her initial shyness only made the eventual surrender all the sweeter.

Her body trembled under his touch, every gasping breath a plea for more.

But as the nights passed, she grew bolder, her once timid hands exploring him with newfound confidence, her lips forming his name in breathless moans that sent shivers down his spine.

Together, they created a cycle of boundless pleasure and unrelenting growth. Their bodies intertwined, their souls entangled, their energies harmonizing into something transcendent.

Each night left them stronger, more attuned to one another, their power surging with every shared moment.

The results were undeniable.

Their stats skyrocketed, their bodies brimming with newfound energy, their combat prowess refining at an impossible rate.

Each morning, they emerged stronger, sharper, and faster, the glow of cultivation still lingering in their eyes as they stepped back onto the battlefield, ready to repeat the cycle of combat and growth.

Between relentless combat during the day and Yin-Yang cultivation at night, their levels surged at breakneck speeds.

Their abilities honed to terrifying levels.

The cycle of battle and cultivation continued for days.

Each dawn saw Adrian pushing the limits of his Archdraconic Spellblade class, refining his techniques.

By day, they crushed monsters. By night, they refined themselves through intimate cultivation.

It was absolute efficiency, a loop of endless progress that allowed them to surpass any normal limits.

But all things had their end.

As Adrian stood atop the battlefield one morning, the familiar shimmering barrier at the chamber's edge pulsed with new energy.

The training chamber was nearing its time limit.

A faint notification appeared in his vision:

[Time remaining: 12 hours before automatic expulsion]

He exhaled slowly, he could feel it—he had grown beyond recognition.

His stats had increased tremendously since he first entered the chamber. His body pulsed with untapped power, and his mind was sharper than ever.

His women had ascended to new heights as well.

Even Christine, the youngest among them, had grown significantly, showcasing the favor granted to her by Goddess of Fate all under Seraphina's brutal training, even though she didn't have additional boost to her stats due to Yin-Yang Harmony technique.