God Of Crafting

"Haaa… Haaa… Haaa…"

Looking down at the creation of my own hands and loins, I could do nothing but breathe a sigh of relief while allowing a sense of a job well done to wash over me.

Below me was nothing else but Claire, currently too busy gasping for air to think about anything else.

To think about all the water we spilled, to think about all the Qi we absorbed or how she just advanced to the sixth stage.

Right now, she couldn't even give the slightest fuck about the way she was sprawled down on the floor, all her limbs twitching powerlessly while my sperm continued to spurt out of her convulsing vagina.

'This looks like a scene of a violent rape or a sex so unrealistically great, it made the girl nearly pass out,' I thought, only for the warm sense of achievement to fill me up from my groins up.

To leave a girl in such a messy state… felt like me, once again, winning at life. Achieving the goal that any man would set for themselves in their life.

And obviously, by leaving the girl, I didn't have a single intention to leave her side right now.

"Ha… haa… haaa…"

Claire's breathing only grew tenser and heavier and she continued to struggle to gather her thoughts. And quite honestly, I couldn't blame her.

After what felt like hours upon hours of going at it, we moved from the bath to its edge, from the bath's edge to the stand beside it, then down the stairs and all the way to the floor.

As shameful as it was, we even vandalized the beautiful garden of the bath in our search of a wall that Claire could rest her hands against when pushing out that sweet, sweet arse of hers for me to conquer.

In fact, if not for my own sense of responsibility and restraint, Claire would succeed at coaxing me into conquering her ass not only as a position… but also in a much more direct and certainly freaky way.

Now, however, as I looked around, rather than admiring the scene of destruction that could also serve as proof of what I did to Claire and how she ended up in such a messy state down on the floor… I simply searched for something I could wrap around her.

And before long, but much later than I hoped to, I managed to find a huge towel of the kind one could lay down on the beach and then go to sleep on.

Returning with it like some sort of trophy, I then carefully knelled down before setting the towel down and carefully, extremely carefully, rolling Claire over said towel. Then, as if I were making a human-sized burrito, I kept rolling the girl over the blanket until it was fully wrapped around her weak and exhausted body.

"Now then," I muttered to myself as I grabbed the girl and rose up before bravely taking a step towards the exit of the bath we found during our aggressive assertion of a physical relationship… Or, to call it in a more cultivation-like way, our ascension to the peak of mortal amusement in a bid to let Claire reach greater heights and unlock her inner potential by feeding her with both a fresh perspective for the things she found problematic but also such an excessive amount of nourishing energy, she could break through to the sixth stage even without an enlightenment!

Raising up on my knees with this sushi-like wrap of a girl in my hands, I nearly melted down when Claire ended up resting her hand down against my shoulder all on her own as if already instinctively seeking my presence.

And in all honesty, I couldn't really fault her for that, not when we just spent several hours making sure we knew every nook and cranny of the other's body!

Still, with my heart melting over Claire's innocent cuteness as she sweetly slept in my arms, I carried her out of the bath and then across a short corridor…

Only to walk out in the biggest apartment I've ever seen in my entire life, much bigger than even the sixty-fifth floor of the Peal Tower that Chihiro invited me to.

This apartment was both full and empty.

It was full of human presence with all sorts of silverware already displayed in all the right places, various snacks littering the platters, and drinks waiting in iced buckets for someone to quell their thirst with them…

At the same time, however, it was empty for beside me and sleeping Claire, there wasn't a single living soul anywhere near!

Still, with the burrito of my prospective life partner in my hands, I quelled my curiosity and moved to a massive if not outright oversized sofa, where I could finally lay Claire down, only to hurry it up and lie right behind her.

As I wrapped my hands around the girl before covering both myself and Claire-ritto with a blanket, I finally found enough peace of mind to actually look around.

If I was given two words to describe this place, it would be luxurious and convenient.

The views out of the window were literally to kill for, with probably an entire village going up in flames just to make space for the massive garden sprawling outside of the mansion. Every piece of furniture in the building felt equally as luxurious as the view as if made exclusively with the bones of the long-extinct animals.

Still, everything was so perfectly thought off, that one could only sum it up with 'convenient.'

No matter how I spun or where I decided to sit down or lie down, there was always a platter of varied snacks and drinks within the reach of my hand. No matter where I turned my eyes, there was always something soothing waiting to amaze me with its level of detail and craftsmanship.

But in all honesty, right now, I couldn't care less about any of this.

It was a world a poor person like me was never expected to even enter… But it all dwindled when compared to the pleasure I've got from just… lying down, spooning Claire-ritto, and listening to her steady breath while gently stroking her cheek with just the tips of my fingers.

'I know I said it already, but if that's what I get for getting chained to her family,' I smiled, 'then I would have to be an idiot to be dissatisfied.'