Chapitre 37: What's This Scent?

Swoosh!

An hour later, the sky was darkening, and Eric could be seen rushing toward his house.

'I shouldn't have let my emotions control me.' He thought, but there was a smile on his face. Clearly, despite his worry of being late and making Elena and little Riya worry, he had thoroughly enjoyed himself in this last hour.

As he had expected, after becoming a cultivator, his stamina had increased, and he no longer needed to constantly worry about finishing early. In fact, he had freely tried different positions with Rosalie, and when he left, she wasn't able to properly walk, and her face was like a freshly watered flower.

Just remembering it ignited a fire in his loins.

As he ran toward his house, he looked at his status screen.

[Name: Eric Valtharion]

[Age: 18]

[Race: Half Devil]

[Bloodline: **** (Dormant)]

[Cultivation: Novice Warrior (Grade One)]

[Refined Energy: 3→6]

[Physical Attributes]