Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Intimate Moment
Ethan looked at Lyla before him, and a peculiar feeling stirred within him.

The person in front of him was Lyla… but she was also the girl he knew as Moonbeam.’ They were one and the same, yet the stories he shared with each facet of her identity felt distinct.

Lyla met his gaze, a wave of exasperation washing over her. She had been with Ethan for so long, had even lived under the same roof. On top of that, she’d always kept a close watch on his life.

There was a time she believed they were from different worlds. But their childhood meeting had planted a seed in her heart. Back then, she couldn’t even decipher her own feelings. Was it just a childish attachment to the brother figure he’d been, or was it the first flutter of real affection?

It wasn’t until she left her family’s estate and sought him out that they truly grew close. So much had happened since—danger, even life-threatening situations. When her family, the Silverwoods, had tried to force her into a political marriage through that farcical courtship gathering, Ethan, whose power was still low at the time, had charged in without a second thought.

He hadn’t just rescued her; he’d saved her father and, in a way, her entire family from the brink. As Ethan grew in strength and character, he became an indelible part of her, impossible to erase.

And now, feeling his hands beginning to wander, her heart raced with a thrilling panic.

They were on a mountain peak, a desolate place marked in bloody hues on the map, under the relentless glare of the virtual sun… and he wanted to do this here? A fresh wave of heat flooded Lyla’s cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something else.

If someone called Ethan a lecher… well, he had plenty of women around him. Just recently, he’d brought back nine of them, each stunningly beautiful and unique in their own way. It was obvious they all held some level of affection for him; a mere crook of his finger would probably be enough for any of them.

Yet, he paid them no mind. It was only with her that he became like this—teasing, provoking, his mind seemingly filled with nothing but scandalous thoughts whenever they were alone. They had just been together in the wooden lodge, and now, not even an hour later, he was getting restless again. And in a place like this!

At the same time, Lyla cursed her own body for its traitorous response. Why did it have to be so sensitive to his touch? The moment his fingers brushed her skin, it felt like all the strength drained from her limbs. Her mind began to conjure images of their past intimacies, especially their first kiss at the dinner table. Just that mere contact had once sent her spiraling to a peak of sensation she’d never known.

In her lucid moments, the memory of it filled her with a deep, lingering shame. But whenever he was close, that feeling of floating, of being untethered and weightless, would return. It was a maddening sensation, elusive and impossible to grasp.

Lyla closed her eyes, her mind a chaotic whirl. To Ethan, she looked like a blossom waiting to be plucked.

Seeing her dazed state, Ethan grinned and waved his hand. A large, circular bed materialized onto the stony ground, followed by a massive, system-bought sunshade. He recalled acquiring the bed from that guy, Leo—a tidy little acquisition. The peak they were on wasn’t large, but it was incredibly high. With most players in Ethereal still in the 40-50 level range, no one could possibly fly up here.

The round bed took up nearly the entire summit. The sunshade was an item from when he and Lyla were deliberately baiting the Blade Syndicate and other guilds, bought specifically to sell the illusion that they were just on a casual, luxurious outing. He never thought those two impulsive purchases would come in so handy now. Honestly, he couldn’t bear the thought of Lyla’s fair skin being exposed to this harsh, digital sun.

In one fluid motion, he completed the setup with one hand and, amidst Lyla’s startled yelp, swept her into his arms and onto the bed.

In the shade of the umbrella, Lyla’s form-fitting leather armor looked incredibly alluring. Cradled in his arms, she was like a delicate kitten, her cheeks flushed a deep, captivating crimson.

The soft leather of her armor contoured under Ethan’s exploring hands. In Ethereal, intimacy between players was a customizable setting. You could adjust the permissions, and if set high enough, physical contact felt real, unimpeded by the game’s mechanics. Lyla had set Ethan’s permissions to the highest level, with no restrictions. Otherwise, all he’d feel was cold, unyielding gear. It was a system designed to protect female players, but Lyla had willingly opened every door for him.

And yet, Ethan was never one to be satisfied with just the surface. With practiced ease, he began to unfasten and peel away pieces of her armor, exposing her pale skin to the thin, high-altitude air.

“Ahn…” Lyla’s eyes remained shut as she felt his advance. Her back arched involuntarily, and a soft, pleading sound escaped her lips.

Ethan chuckled, a low, mischievous sound, as his fingers found and teased the most sensitive areas of her body.

Though she had long since given her heart to him, the sheer exposure of it all, under the vast, bright sky, sent waves of shame through her. Yet, intertwined with that shame was a undeniable, thrilling excitement that left her limbs weak and languid. Her long, shapely legs, toned from years of combat training, instinctively pressed together.

Ethan knew exactly how sensitive she was. She had that kind of body. Compared to someone like Amber, Lyla was far more… responsive.

Watching her now, he knew she was teetering on the edge. He gazed down at the woman in his arms as if admiring a masterpiece. The sight was intoxicating.

Lyla came from a long line of Energy Users. She was a skilled fighter herself, a true heir to the Silverwood family’s secret techniques. Her mastery of the Veilhand technique was formidable. All those years of training had given her long, taut thighs, firm and elastic without an ounce of spare flesh. Her skin was smooth as satin, a landscape he never tired of exploring.

“Ah!”

Lyla shuddered violently, her eyes flying open to meet Ethan’s amused, smiling gaze. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body refused to obey. The strange, overwhelming sensations caused her to clamp her legs together tightly, her feet kicking restlessly against the sheets.

Then, her open eyes lost their focus, turning hazy and vacant.

Lyla felt as if her flailing legs were pedaling in empty air, finding no purchase, no solid ground. Her mind went completely, blissfully blank.

As the brief moment of sensory overload passed, awareness slowly returned to her eyes.

Ethan, seeing the clarity return to her gaze, took a sharp breath. He fought back the primal urge to take full control right then. Instead, he leaned close, his lips brushing her earlobe as he whispered, his voice husky.

“Your turn, little kitten. Help me out…”