The receptionist examined Caleb closely, and a hint of pity flashed in her eyes. Such a handsome young man, but his soul was probably already captivated by Miss Miyajima. He had cut class early in the morning to come all the way here to find her.

“Miyajima-sensei is here, but I can’t guarantee whether he’ll see you.”

Understanding the implication in her eyes, Caleb didn’t offer any explanation. “Then, could I trouble you to inform Miyajima-sensei?”

“No problem. Please wait here for a moment.”

“Thank you, sister. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”

The receptionist’s eyes lit up. “Really? You can’t go back on your word!”

Caleb simply smiled back at her. This receptionist, even with makeup, was only an average beauty, but because of her long-term work at the Kendo dojo, her figure was very well-toned. Her seductive curves were clearly visible even through the loose Kendo uniform. If she proactively offered herself, Caleb wouldn’t mind checking if she possessed any special talents.

Seeing Caleb remain silent, the receptionist clapped him on the shoulder heartily. “Then it’s settled. I’ll go inform Miyajima-sensei now.”

“Tsk… I didn’t expect to encounter a predatory older sister like this here too…” Caleb couldn’t help but click his tongue, watching the receptionist, whose name he didn’t even know, sway her hips as she walked away.

Meanwhile, the passed-out Touko Sakurauchi woke up in the bedroom filled with the smell of their lovemaking. She braced her sore body, looking around blankly. It took her a while to fully regain consciousness. Touko Sakurauchi joyfully touched her swollen abdomen. After all this time, there was still such a rich amount of vital energy present. She carefully tightened her thighs, diligently using her innate Succubus ability to digest the energy, trying not to waste a single bit.

Caleb gained many benefits from Touko Sakurauchi, but as a Succubus, Touko Sakurauchi’s gains were no less than his. The boost from the Dual Cultivation alone allowed Touko Sakurauchi to break through from C-rank to B-rank. Not to mention the vast amount of semen, more than her belly could hold; if she could digest it all, Touko Sakurauchi could potentially reach the peak of B-rank. This wouldn’t be the case for others, but this is how a Succubus improves her strength! Her session with Caleb felt like a ‘one plus one equals ten’ effect. Moreover, Caleb’s power was slightly higher than Touko Sakurauchi’s, making the Dual Cultivation more beneficial for her.

Touko Sakurauchi held her breath, spending a full hour converting the semen left inside her body by Caleb. By the time it was fully digested, her newly acquired power was completely stabilized and had advanced a step further. Touko Sakurauchi didn’t reach the B-rank peak in one go. Her ability wasn’t yet capable of absorbing every drop of Caleb’s essence. Furthermore, during the conversion process, besides becoming magic power, some was used to restore and enhance her physical strength. It wasn’t that Touko Sakurauchi wanted this; as a spellcaster specializing in the mental domain, she didn’t have much need for physical attributes. However, Caleb’s semen was beyond her control; a portion automatically took effect during the conversion. Touko Sakurauchi didn’t feel it was a waste. Now that her physical strength was higher, she could last longer next time. She would try to get Caleb to leave his essence inside twice more, and everything would be made up for.

After the dual nourishment of magic power and essence, Touko Sakurauchi finally didn’t hurt with every step she took. Dragging her sore and weak body, she began to clean the utterly messy apartment. After tidying the apartment, she started to clean her own body, which was saturated with Caleb’s scent. Looking at the traces left on the bed, floor, and table, Touko Sakurauchi couldn’t help but clamp her legs together, her breathing gradually quickening. As a Succubus, it was the first time she had been utterly defeated during lovemaking, to the point of losing consciousness. Touko Sakurauchi secretly vowed that next time, she would get her revenge. Hmm, I’ll go as soon as my body fully recovers! Unlike others who she forgot about after one session of draining, since waking up this time, her mind was full of Caleb. Just imagining the scene was enough to excite her.

Touko Sakurauchi found it strange but didn’t think much of it, assuming it was because she had met such a powerful man as Caleb for the first time, and the juicing effect was several times that of others, so wanting more sessions was understandable.

Not long after, Caleb refused her invitation. Frustrated, she had to seek out other prey. It was then that she realized the severity of the situation.

Caleb and Sakura Miyajima’s father, Miyajima-sensei, the instructor in charge of the students, were engaged in a one-on-one sparring match. The spectators were all students of the dojo, keenly watching the intense offense and defense within the ring. Except for the receptionist, whose name was Miyuna… She watched Caleb with a nervous expression, occasionally biting her lower lip, showing a look of regret. If she hadn’t mentioned that Miss Miyajima’s admirer had shown up, this fight wouldn’t have happened. Everyone knew that Miyajima-sensei was overly protective of his daughter, but his reaction this time was a bit too much.

“Miyajima-sensei, I’m really not Sakura-senpai’s boyfriend.” Caleb explained while dodging. “We’re just classmates. I came because I have something I want to ask you.”

The bamboo sword’s offensive was fierce, and Miyajima’s father kept a stern face, completely unmoved. When he initially heard Miyuna’s report, he took it as a joke, but after Caleb introduced himself, he realized the seriousness of the matter. He had heard his daughter mention this boy’s name many times recently, and now, after he transferred his daughter away, the boy actually dared to show up at his doorstep.

“Kid, I admit you have some skill. No wonder you dared to come here.” After failing to penetrate Caleb’s defense for a while, Miyajima’s father was inwardly surprised, but his face darkened further. “Next, I’m getting serious. Don’t blame me for the advantage of the weapon. Most of my skill lies in this bamboo sword.” He paused, and said earnestly, “Judging by your stance, you must have trained in martial arts. Don’t hold back either. Let’s have a serious bout.”

“Ah, this…” Caleb scratched his head, slightly helpless. “Alright, then I’ll take off my jacket first. This is my last set…” He had ruined one set fooling around with Akeno Himejima a few days ago, and another one was stained with blood yesterday. If this one got damaged, he really wouldn’t have a school uniform left. He needed to find a chance to mention this to Rias. In his memory, the girls always had their clothes ripped during battles, so they must have plenty of spares. He felt he needed to apply for a uniform replenishment too.

After Caleb took off his jacket, the crowd, including Miyajima’s father, couldn’t help but look astonished. They had already highly estimated his strength based on his movements, but they had still underestimated him. Not a single person present could compare to his perfectly proportioned, elegantly sculpted, and powerful muscles. This included Miyajima’s father. The students surrounding them had trained for a minimum of two years, with the longest having nearly ten. Miyajima’s father had consistently trained, even with such a stunningly beautiful wife at home, preferring to maintain his peak condition rather than indulging.

Unlike the surprise and solemnity of the crowd, Miyuna, the receptionist, seeing this sight, completely forgot her previous worries. She licked her lips with a seductive expression, her eyes filled with lust. Go on and fight. If Caleb won, great. If he didn’t, it was fine too. She would just compensate Caleb well with her body afterward.

“Alright, come at me.” Caleb stretched twice, deciding to end the fight as quickly as possible. The Kuoh Academy uniform looked good, but the cost was its restricted mobility. He was afraid he might accidentally rip his trousers. Using magic to fight was fine, but for someone like him who relied on unarmed close combat, it was a definite debuff.

“Hah! Aah!” Miyajima’s father concentrated fully. With a spirited shout, he fiercely lunged at Caleb. Caleb didn’t drop his guard. Compared to the five thugs yesterday, Miyajima’s father was already touching the threshold of B-rank. If Caleb wasn’t careful, he’d take a few hits.

The path of martial arts can also reach A-rank and S-rank. Caleb had once asked Rias about this. A Sword Saint is what people call an A-rank. An S-rank would naturally be a Sword God. Similarly, there are Martial Saints, Martial Gods, Spear Saints, Spear Gods, and so on… The level of a Martial God can be achieved through refining the body and uniting the Jing, Qi, and Shen (Essence, Vitality, and Spirit). The amount of special energy in the body doesn’t matter much. But to advance further, one must focus on the special energy.

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