Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 171 - 169: I Should Face My Desires

It was Westheid who had originally tricked the Wolf-eared Maiden with the outrageous "Star Universe Therapy." The scoundrel’s pitch was, "As long as you can maintain your sanity, you can gradually raise your threshold and do even more amazing things."

In the beginning, this naturally wasn’t a problem. Mivana was just too much of a lightweight. She’d blush just from a little teasing, and her fluffy beast ears would start to spin and let off steam just from breathing in Westheid’s scent.

But recently, the Wolf-eared Maiden could engage in a deep kiss for several minutes without her reason evaporating. She’d even started to take the initiative, looking completely at ease and as if she still wanted more.

This gave Westheid a bad feeling.

His experience with Reiya had taught Westheid that the masculine prowess he was so proud of was nothing before these prodigies. Even after sharing Reiya’s Talent, he had nearly lost to the white-haired Dragon Lady during her first time.

And Westheid hadn’t even shared the [Cursed Source Blood] yet. If Mivana managed to get on top of him... ’The thought is too horrifying. My... my undefeated record!’

Westheid’s promiscuity wasn’t just due to lust. It was more to satisfy his inner desire for conquest. He reveled in displaying his superior status through absolute charm, power, and skill. Whether it was killing or screwing, it brought him immense satisfaction.

I came, I saw, I conquered!

Assuming he could win.

Losing in a real fight didn’t matter. Westheid was confident in his future potential and that he could one day redeem himself. But if he were to be defeated and ravaged on that *other* battlefield...

’My confidence, my dignity, my heart of a powerhouse—it would all be shattered to pieces!’

’Anything but that!’

So when Mivana affectionately pressed close to Westheid and held his arm, sweat started to bead on his forehead.

Duke Qinghui hesitated for a moment, then said:

"...How about we go find the Pure Holy Spirit? I’ll see if I can use the Holy Spirit’s power to help you suppress the curse."

"Teacher West, we agreed on this from the very beginning."

Mivana shook her head in refusal. "I offered my help out of the chivalry of my Knightly Path, not to receive any reward or thanks. Besides, we’re at a critical juncture. How could we use the precious Holy Spirit Power on something like this? Please, say no more. Consider it a matter of respecting my Knightly Path."

"Furthermore, I find your teachings to be very effective. I don’t need any other help at all."

"..."

Gazing at the Wolf-eared Maiden’s pretty face, which held both beauty and austerity, Westheid was at a loss for words.

That’s right. What Westheid found so unbelievable was that Mivana had recently become able to use "Source God Activation" at will. She could embrace the Cursed Blood for an hour or two without losing her mind, as long as she didn’t go too deep and activated only about seventy percent of its power. It was an epic-level buff.

’Seriously? I just made up "Star Universe Therapy" to raise her affection for me. It’s one thing if it had some minor placebo effect, but how could it be *this* effective?! What excuse can I even use now?!’

The bullet he’d fired in the past had finally come back to kill his future self.

Westheid sighed. He had no choice but to go have a meal with Mivana first. No matter what, it was best to eat well before a great battle.

As he wolfed down his food in the mansion’s dining hall, Westheid looked up at the Wolf-eared Maiden. She was propping her snowy-white chin on her hands, staring at him intently.

"Mivana, aren’t you going to eat?"

Hearing Westheid’s question, Mivana blinked and said:

"I’ll eat Teacher... oh, I mean, I’m not hungry."

’Did you just say the quiet part out loud? You totally did, didn’t you?!’

Westheid cursed inwardly, breaking out in a sweat. His eating pace instantly slowed, as if doing so could indefinitely postpone what was to come.

Unfortunately, even chewing slowly and deliberately had to end at some point. In truth, Middle-High Tier Transcendents no longer needed to eat to gain energy; maintaining the habit was purely for pleasure.

When he and Mivana were finally alone, the Wolf-eared Maiden showed no restraint. She directly wrapped her arms around Westheid’s neck, her clear golden eyes sparkling.

"Teacher, what are we training today?"

Duke Qinghui wanted to struggle one last time. "How about... you be the teacher tonight?"

"But I have nothing left to teach you."

Mivana sighed. "I’ve already passed on all the techniques and Combat Techniques I know to you. Teacher West, you learn far too quickly. You’ve mastered my decade-plus of accumulated knowledge in just a few months. There’s almost no difference between us now."

’Another boomerang!’

’Why did I have to learn so voraciously?!’

At this point, Westheid completely resigned himself to his fate. It was his own damn fault he’d ended up here.

So, he lay down on the chaise longue in the room, letting the Lady Knight straddle him and lean down for a long kiss.

The Pandora’s Box that the scoundrel had opened with his own hands could no longer be closed. Mivana brazenly and forcefully plundered, greedily stealing the saliva from Westheid’s mouth.

The process was incredibly deep and long, but to Westheid’s relief, Mivana didn’t lose control so easily. At least he didn’t have to worry about his safety.

The Beast-eared Maiden cupped Westheid’s face, slowly grinding her body against his as she closed her eyes and took what she wanted.

Only after a good while did Mivana slowly raise her head.

Steamy breath and a viscous, silvery thread parted between them. Her golden eyes seemed to be dyed with the lingering glow of a sunset; her gaze was practically syrupy.

She looked incredibly lewd.

Mivana: "Teacher, you were right. Desire can only be suppressed by a more intense emotion. My cursed instincts should be replaced with blessed ones. That’s why I’m getting better and better at suppressing the curse."

Westheid: "Congratulations, that’s a good thing."

His words were sincere. No matter what, it was a good thing that Mivana could maintain her sense of self, preventing another Heaven-Devouring Wave disaster in the future.

But his happiness was short-lived. He watched as Mivana pressed a hand to her ample chest and said:

"But desire can’t be driven by instinct alone... Teacher, I think I’ve developed some superfluous feelings. But perhaps these superfluous feelings are the key."

"It’s time I faced my desires. So, Teacher, please teach me more amazing things. Take me a step further, up the staircase..."

’N-No, I can’t!’

Westheid’s face paled in horror. At his current level, he was not ready to challenge Mivana.

’I’ll lose, I’ll definitely lose!’

Even when facing a Legendary Giant Dragon or the Dirt World Desolate God, Westheid could confidently say, "I will win." But against the Frenzied Rep Wolf, his confidence evaporated completely.

But at this very moment, what excuse could he use to avoid being brutally repped?

A flash of inspiration struck Westheid. "Mivana, I think it’s still too early for you... Wait, do you even know the relevant theory? What about practical experience? Techniques and strategies?"

A hint of clarity and confusion appeared in Mivana’s eyes. She shook her head.

"No... I don’t know anything about that. But I’ve heard you just have to follow your instincts, right?"

As if clutching a lifeline, Westheid sat up.

"See, this is you being too rash! You must first fully absorb the theoretical knowledge and experience before you can put it into practice. That’s what constitutes a rigorous course of treatment... How about this? I’ll perform a demonstration first, and you can observe from the side. How does that sound?"

Mivana said dazedly, "Oh, if that’s the case... I’ll listen to Teacher."

Duke Qinghui took a deep breath, then shouted toward the outside of the room:

"Rozana!"