CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER68-THE REMNANTS AT THE CORNER OF THE LIPS

In the boundless universe, the power of the sun, the power of the lunar, and the power of the stellar are the three most dazzling forces.

They symbolize light and warmth, mild and softness, and endless mystery, respectively.

Anyone who acquires any one of these powers is considered an unparalleled genius, a rarity unseen before.

Such a prodigy, emerging in any race, would be nurtured as the heir of that lineage.

However, in Owen’s body, these three powers coexisted simultaneously, intertwining to create a marvelous tapestry.

The sun’s rays, like golden flames, surged from the depths of his heart, illuminating every cell within him.

This fiery energy filled him with vitality, as if endowing him with limitless strength.

His eyes, unconsciously, flickered with a golden glow, fierce like the sun itself.

His skin radiated a golden halo, exuding nobility and power.

Moreover, the gentle power of lunar also flowed within Owen.

Its silvery light, as tender as moonbeams, brought tranquility to his being.

Even the wildly untamable Gold Divine Dragon blood in his veins seemed to calm, like a young beast pacified under its mother’s touch.

In the realm of his consciousness, the power of the stellar shone like countless stars, continuously showering down stellar sand.

This enhanced the strength and resilience of Owen’s soul, fortifying him from within.

Diana knelt on the ground, her peachy bottom perked up, as Owen stood behind her, feeling the changes in his body. He firmly slapped Diana’s voluptuous buttocks.

"Ah?" Diana moaned, her body trembling slightly.

"Do you feel the power of the sun, the power of the stellar within you?" Owen asked, continuing his vigorous movements without pause.

Diana, immersed in the intense stimulation, hummed in response, "Forget about that, go faster."

Owen’s mouth twitched slightly, and he struck Diana’s buttocks forcefully.

The sound of his slaps echoed throughout the dreamscape dragon’s lair.

"Spank me, master," Diana called out in a sultry voice.

Owen grinned wickedly and struck her buttocks again, leaving a bright red handprint.

He grasped Diana’s delicate chin, turning her face, which now resembled that of a wanton woman, "I really should show the human race just how lascivious their saintess can be."

Completely swept away by pleasure, Diana responded, "Let them see, let them see this little whore. I am a lascivious woman... I love being ravished by you."

Owen raised an eyebrow, increasing the intensity of his movements.

Once tasted, the flavor of a woman is unforgettable.

That night, Owen brought Diana to climax countless times.

The once white feathered carpet turned into a puddle.

Owen caressed Diana’s breasts, teasing, "Look at you, you little water nymph."

Diana, now slightly more lucid, couldn’t face him and hid in Owen’s embrace, "You mustn’t say that."

Owen laughed heartily, his eyebrows lifted, "Have you forgotten what you said when we made love earlier? You asked me to hit you, and all those things you said..."

"Don’t say it," Diana protested, her face flushing, her voice rising, "That was just the influence of that weird potion."

Owen refrained from further teasing Diana. He spoke earnestly, "You must also have the power of the sun and the power of the stellar in your body, right?"

He had already noticed the warm golden glow on Diana’s skin. Though it was slightly dimmer than his, it had a purity to it.

Diana had long since discovered the emergence of these two types of blessing powers within her.

She found it quite extraordinary, "It might be due to the essence in your semen that I benefited from. But to think your body possesses both the Sun Blessing and the Stellar Blessing..."

"Dragons really went all out to welcome you," she added thoughtfully.

Owen, thinking of the twelve elders in hibernation, said somberly, "Indeed."

"Eh?" Diana suddenly looked up at Owen, a curious glint in her eyes, "Would it be more effective if I consumed your semen?"

Owen licked his lips, eyeing her fervent red lips.

He moved swiftly, forcefully positioning Diana beneath him. "You’re so eager... mmm..."

Before Diana could finish her sentence, she was silenced by Owen’s renewed vigor. Reinvigorated, he stood tall and dominant once again.

Flipping Diana over, Owen entered her damp depths without hesitation.

"This isn’t quite satisfying; you still need to work on your oral skills," he commented while moving rhythmically.

Underneath him, Diana moaned softly, lost in the sensation.

Bernard, standing at the entrance of the lair, twitched his eyelids in mild shock.

"Young people these days, they really don’t take care of their bodies," he mused.

Then, recalling his own youthful escapades when he had his first girlfriend and didn’t leave the house for three days, he stopped his chiding thoughts.

"I’ll wait a bit," he decided, standing outside, "Let them finish first."

After several changes in position, Owen felt a sense of impending release.

"I’m going to come," he announced.

Diana, hastening her movements, knelt before Owen, opening her mouth and using her tongue to guide him.

With a few strokes, a thick, slightly golden semen sprayed into her mouth, too much to swallow in one gulp.

Bernard, who hadn’t yet entered, called ahead, "Saint, I’m back."

Unperturbed, Owen took out clothes from his space ring and dressed neatly, as his previous clothes had been torn to shreds by Diana.

Diana, in a rush, quickly donned her clothes, but her cheeks were puffed out like a hamster’s.

"Swallow it," Owen said, surprised, "Are you savoring it?"

Diana gave Owen an exasperated look. "It’s too... thick."

Speechless, Owen watched as Bernard entered, sniffing theatrically around the lair.

"Oh? Has the Sweat of the Lust Goddess been opened?" he asked, eyeing Owen and Diana curiously.

Diana lowered her head, her cheeks flushed – whether from the recent fervor or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Owen stood with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his face. "Mr. Bernard, was this part of your plan all along?"

A glint passed through Bernard’s eyes. "What do you mean by that, saint?"

"When you brought us here, that laugh of yours gave you away," Owen replied.

Realizing Owen was referring to the slight smirk he had let slip while flying, Bernard scratched his head awkwardly. "You have keen eyes, saint, to notice such a thing."

At that moment, Diana, having swallowed the semen, pointed at Bernard. "Mr. Bernard, for a near-sage, engaging in such lowly acts..."

"Oh, didn’t you quite enjoy it just now?" Bernard retorted, less patient with Diana. "Look, there’s still some white essence at the corner of your mouth."

Diana gasped and frantically wiped her face.

Owen was baffled – was she really that careless? He quickly looked at Diana, whose face was actually clean, rosy, and fair.

Bernard burst into laughter, bending over in amusement. "Hahaha, I can’t believe you fell for that! Was just pulling your leg."

Owen clenched his fist. Diana bit her teeth in annoyance.

Realizing he might have gone too far, Bernard tried to assert some elder authority. "Ahem, just a joke. But think about it, it wasn’t me who brought out that thing. You opened it yourselves, so you can’t really blame me, right?"

Diana, still with her head down, muttered something indistinct.

Owen shook his head, smiling.

Bernard’s temper was indeed odd – what a peculiar elder he was.

Bernard continued to reassure them, "Saintess of the human races, you too have gained benefits. Your body has acquired our saint’s power of the sun and the power of the stellar. Though they are just seeds now, they will be beneficial for your future cultivation."

Diana seemed reluctant to engage in conversation with Bernard.

Despite the craziness of the situation and its exhilarating nature, she remained quiet.

Owen, however, was curious. "Mr. Bernard, the power of the sun, the power of the lunar, and the power of the stellar are extremely difficult to acquire. Does that mean anyone who has a relationship with me could receive the seeds of these three powers?"

"Could I then mass-produce wielders of these three powers?" he mused.

Bernard looked at Owen incredulously, then turned to Diana, saying, "Saintess of the human races, listen to our saint. After having you, he’s still thinking about other women and even considering mass production..."

Diana pinched Owen’s waist sharply. Owen winced in pain, drawing a sharp breath. "That’s not what I meant," he said, almost on the verge of tears.

Bernard chuckled, "Dragons are naturally quite lustful, I can understand. The saintess of the human race must be able to understand as well."

Diana’s grip became even tighter.

"Mr. Bernard, it seems we’ve strayed from the topic," Owen tried to steer the conversation back on track.

Bernard walked over to his seat and sat down gracefully. "No, this was a serendipitous occurrence. It’s only because you completed the union in the Sweat of the Lust Goddess that such an effect was achieved."

"That was the Sweat of the Lust Goddess?" Owen grasped the crux of the matter.

Diana shuddered cutely, "What a disgusting thing."