Chapter 563: Chapter 563: The Scent

"Right this way, young master," the shopkeeper said, her voice trembling slightly with residual excitement as she quickly swept the pile of one thousand medium-grade spirit stones into her secure register. She gestured toward a private, heavily curtained fitting room in the back. "Please, step inside. We will prepare the Star Iron suit for you immediately."

The sleek, midnight-black combat suit was brought in by a young, slender female assistant. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully with the polished, starlight-silver alloy plates reinforcing the shoulders, elbows, and forearms.

"If you would be so kind as to undress, young master," the shopkeeper requested politely, standing just outside the curtain while the young assistant remained inside to assist with the fitting. "We will need to take your current tunic to our workshop to meticulously map the thread geometry. I can personally assure you that your five replica tunics will be perfectly tailored and ready for collection in exactly three days."

"That is perfectly fine," Ethan replied smoothly.

With a fluid, unbothered movement, he unlinked his silk sash and slid the white-and-gold tunic off his shoulders, letting it drop to a nearby stool.

The moment the fabric fell away, the young assistant taking his measurements completely froze. The dim, warm light of the fitting room danced across his magnificent, chiseled torso. His broad, athletic shoulders sloped down into a rock-hard, perfectly defined eight-pack that looked as though it had been sculpted from flawless marble by a master artist.

The girl’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she swallowed her saliva so loudly it echoed clearly through the quiet booth. Outside the curtain, the sharp-eared shopkeeper caught the sound and glared at her assistant with a look of pure, furious professionalism.

Ethan, however, simply let out a low, deeply amused chuckle. He leaned back against the wooden support beam, entirely unbothered by their intense scrutiny. "Do not be too hard on her, Madam," Ethan murmured, his voice dripping with smooth, effortless arrogance. "I do not mind at all. I am quite accustomed to it—I tend to cause these exact types of reactions in women wherever I go."

It was a statement of absolute, unfiltered narcissism, the declaration of a man with an almost suffocating level of confidence. But at the end of the day, when a man possessed the monstrous power and flawless beauty to back it up, what was the difference between arrogance and absolute reality?

Beneath his loose inner linen shorts, his shaft was completely, aggressively erect, throbbing with a relentless, heavy heat. The primitive rut of his Great Amethyst Devourer constitution was screaming for release, and the persistent, predatory hunger in his marrow was demanding satisfaction. Since he was already out in the commercial district, far away from the complicated web of the widow’s cottage, why shouldn’t he indulge in a little amusement before heading back?

Ethan tilted his chin up, his vibrant amethyst eyes locking onto the trembling, flush-faced assistant. His gaze darkened, a subtle, heavy aura beginning to radiate from his skin.

"If you desire it so badly," Ethan purred, his voice dropping into a dangerously hypnotic, low rumble, "you may try it. I can personally guarantee that you will absolutely love it."

The moment the words left his mouth, a wave of potent, invisible pheromones flooded the enclosed space. It was a passive, terrifying trait of his unique physique—a cosmic, predatory allure that bypassed all human logic and moral restraint, turning him into an irresistible, walking aphrodisiac for the opposite sex.

The young assistant’s mind completely short-circuited. Abandoning all professional decorum, fear of her employer, and common sense, she didn’t even glance toward the curtain where the shopkeeper stood. Guided entirely by a primitive, overwhelming instinct to submit to the apex predator before her, she instantly dropped to her knees in the floor.

She reached out with trembling hands, wrapping her arms tightly around Ethan’s firm, muscular thighs as she pressed a hot, desperate kiss directly against his lower abdominal muscles. Shivering from the pure, intoxicating scent radiating from his skin, she eagerly pulled down his linen shorts.

The massive, terrifyingly thick length of his fully aroused shaft snapped free, throbbing with raw, dark vitality. Without a single second of hesitation, the girl opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back as she buried his enormous rod directly into the depths of her throat, gasping around the sheer size as the hypnotic, overwhelming heat of the Devourer completely claimed her mind.

SLURP... SHUCK... SLURP...

The wet, frantic sounds of heavy suction echoed loudly inside the cramped, wood-paneled fitting room. The young assistant was completely lost, her eyes rolled back into her head as she aggressively feasted on his thick shaft as if it were the sweetest, most intoxicating delicacy in the entire world. She was entirely consumed by the pheromones, her hands gripping the curvature of Ethan’s muscular thighs with white-knuckled desperation.

Ethan casually leaned his back against the wooden wall, completely unbothered by the wet friction around his groin. He turned his head slightly, his piercing amethyst eyes cutting right through the small gap in the curtain to lock onto the mature shopkeeper standing outside.

"Well, Madam?" Ethan purred, a dark, incredibly arrogant smirk playing on his lips. "Are you going to step inside and join the fun, or are you just going to stand there? If you aren’t participating, I suggest you close the curtain immediately. I don’t give free shows to bystanders."

His low, rumbling laughter resonated through the booth as he reached down, placing both of his large, powerful hands firmly on the back of the young assistant’s head, rhythmically guiding her frantic pace.

Outside, the shopkeeper’s breath completely hitched. Her legs felt incredibly weak, the invisible wave of the Devourer’s pheromones easily penetrating the fabric of the curtain and melting away her decades of professional restraint. She turned on her heel, her hurried, frantic footsteps echoing across the floorboards as she rushed toward the front of the shop. A heavy CLACK echoed through the building as she bolted the main entrance doors shut and flipped the sign to ’Closed.’

Seconds later, she came running back to the fitting booth—but she hadn’t returned in her elegant silks. She had completely stripped, arriving entirely naked, her skin flushed a deep, radiant crimson. Without a single word, she dropped heavily onto her knees right beside her assistant, desperately fighting and shoving the younger girl aside just to get her mouth around Ethan’s heavy, throbbing testicles.

AHH... MMNN... SLURP... OHG...

For an entire hour, the narrow fitting room became a chaotic, sweltering den of continuous, filthy wet noises, desperate gasps, and loud, echoing groans of absolute depravity.

Ethan showed them absolutely no mercy. As his massive shaft ruthlessly claimed their mouths and bodies, his unique constitution—the Great Amethyst Devourer—automatically activated its passive Yin-devouring traits. With every heavy surge, he didn’t just find physical release; he systematically drained the raw, fertile Yin essence directly from the depths of their matrices, feeding the insatiable void inside his core.

When Ethan finally stepped out of the tailor shop into the cool evening air, he was perfectly adjusted into his sleek, new midnight-black Star Iron combat suit. He looked refreshed, completely satisfied, and remarkably energized, the volatile rut in his veins temporarily pacified.

Behind the bolted doors of the shop, the two women lay collapsed on the wooden floorboards, entirely naked, drenched in sweat, and tangled in each other’s limbs. They were hovering at the absolute brink of death, completely spent, their bodies twitching involuntarily from the sheer, catastrophic waves of ecstasy and spiritual draining they had just experienced at the hands of the demoniacal youth.

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From this moment forward, to avoid confusion regarding cultivation ranks, I will include this footer with the current established levels.

Note: These are only the ranks mentioned so far to avoid spoilers.

Body Refinement Realm

Skin Refinement / Bone Refinement / Organ Refinement

Spiritual Gathering Realm

Spiritual Perception / Spiritual Mist / Spiritual Condensation

Spiritual Core Realm

Core Solidification / Core Awakening / Spiritual Collapse (Half-step Spiritual Core)

Spiritual Soul Realm

Spiritual Soul Awakening / Soul Nourishing / Soul-Core Fusion

Golden Core Realm

Prime Fusion / Core Perfection / Core Destruction

Spiritual Sea Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Dao Manifestation Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Spiritual Transcendence

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??