Chapter 86: Their Night Part 1

Miya didn’t stop after entering the room. By the time Enzo looked at her, she was already sitting on the bed, taking off her high heels before crossing her long legs.

Now that things had reached this point, Enzo naturally began to feel nervous.

"I’m going to take a shower first," he said.

"Why bother showering? You don’t look dirty," the woman replied.

"And... your sweat even smells sweet."

Her smile was so enchanting that Enzo’s head immediately grew hot, as if the blood in his brain were boiling.

He stepped forward, accidentally using his power. With just one step, he appeared right in front of Miya.

Although he moved quickly, Miya was faster, reaching out toward him first.

At that moment, Enzo’s eyes widened.

Perhaps because of this unfamiliar mood, his normally quick-thinking brain suddenly experienced a moment of enlightenment, even though he wasn’t thinking about cultivation at all.

That enlightenment increased his comprehension from 19.99% to 20%. He then gained one Spiritual Energy point, naturally advancing to Level 5.

His body began to glow, releasing an oppressive radiance powerful enough to make the entire room tremble.

Of course, it had no effect on Miya whatsoever.

However, Miya was even more surprised than he was.

With that aura radiating from him, she could immediately tell that he had advanced to Level 5.

There was no way he could hide it from her.

His statistics naturally changed as well.

[Name: Enzo Muller]

[Level: 5]

[Spiritual Energy: 6,000]

[Reserve Energy: 1,000/1,000]

[Body Cultivation Level: 5]

[Body:

- Supreme Human Body]

[Soul:

- Supreme Human Soul]

[Technique:]

(Three Heaven Flame Technique: Tier 2)

- First Stage: (Golden Heaven Flame: 20%)

- Second Stage: (White Heaven Flame: 0%)

- Third Stage: (Dark Heaven Flame: 0%)

(Absolute Soul Chain Technique: Special)

(Special Void Body Technique: Tier 2)

- First Stage: (True Void Body: 20%)

"Ahem..." Enzo cleared his throat because Miya remained frozen even after he finished checking his statistics.

A moment later, Miya grabbed his hand.

"No wonder you made me fall in love with you. You’re truly an extraordinary man," she said.

Enzo smiled wryly at being called extraordinary.

But in response, he lunged at her, immediately making her lie back on the bed.

He pressed his body against hers from above, and she wrapped her arms around his chest.

Their faces were now only a few inches apart.

One of Enzo’s hands slipped straight inside her shirt, which had a thin tank top underneath.

"Tell me, is this real?" he asked.

"What do you mean, is this real? Does it feel like you’re dreaming?" Miya replied.

"No, but it feels too unbelievable to be part of a story. Even though women have often pursued me, marrying you still feels impossible."

Miya couldn’t help smiling broadly when she heard that.

"Actually, it was a lie when I said I chose you from a list. That was just an excuse to make the whole thing sound less absurd. I happened to see you by chance, and from that moment on, I couldn’t forget you. After thinking about it, I suppose we really were destined to meet," she said.

As she spoke, she casually began unbuttoning her shirt.

Enzo’s eyes widened when he heard this unexpected confession.

Once all the buttons on her shirt were undone, Miya reached up and touched his face.

With a loving gaze, she continued, "If I hadn’t met you, I might never have married. Even though I’m a normal woman, the desire to get married was never enough to influence me. I almost certainly looked down on all men. It was an inevitable feeling when I had such an overwhelming advantage over them. But you... everything about you fascinated me, from head to toe, so I couldn’t help myself. For quite some time, I couldn’t find peace because your image kept appearing in my mind."

Enzo was speechless.

People said sweet words could make someone drunk. Now he finally believed it. His head felt light and dizzy as he listened to her.

"Honey," Enzo said when his hand slipped beneath her bra and touched her breast.

He gently squeezed it.

"What is it?" Miya asked.

"I love you..." he replied simply before kissing her lips.

Miya’s eyes revealed a captivating smile.

As soon as he kissed her, one of her hands cradled his head while her other hand tugged at his shirt until it tore, then tossed it somewhere out of sight.

Enzo pressed his lips against hers, savoring their wine-sweet taste.

His tongue brushed against her lips before slipping into her mouth.

Miya’s hands never stopped moving across his back. Sometimes her touch was gentle, but at other times it became more aggressive, as though she were growing increasingly restless.

Enzo broke away from her lips, moving to her cheek before kissing her long neck passionately.

"Ohh, honey..." Miya moaned softly with pleasure.

Her fingers continuously tousled his hair, sometimes accidentally gripping it tightly.

When Enzo looked at her face again, all he saw was a blissful, intoxicated expression on her beautiful features.

Her hair, which had still been pinned up in a bun, had become increasingly disheveled. But Enzo wasn’t the only one who looked more attractive with messy hair. This woman looked even more alluring.

Enzo gazed at her for a moment before beginning to unbutton her shirt.

He was no longer afraid of undressing her. In fact, he was filled with the desire to see her without any clothes on.

Miya remained silent as he unbuttoned her shirt.

Little by little, it opened, revealing a thin, translucent white tank top that did nothing to conceal her black bra.

Miya even took the initiative to slip her arms out of the sleeves, allowing the shirt to come off completely.

Enzo immediately grasped the straps of her tank top, pulling them down to slip them over her arms.

Although Miya maintained her smile, her breathing had become slightly faster.

Naturally, Enzo didn’t stop for even a moment.

The tank top’s straps were so elastic that they were easy to pull.

However, both straps snapped before he could pull the tank top over her arms.

They were both startled.

"Mm, it seems people have been lying about the quality of these clothes," Miya remarked.

Enzo chuckled softly before replying, "Maybe I was too rough, but this makes things easier."

He didn’t push the tank top up, but pulled it down, and it kept getting pulled down even though it was pressed against Miya’s back because the soft mattress left plenty of room.

In a short time, it slid past Miya’s stomach and reached her waist.

Enzo couldn’t help admiring his wife’s perfectly flat, slender stomach, her smooth, fair skin completely free of even the tiniest blemish.

Even her navel added to her sex appeal.

Who knew what Miya was thinking as she noticed his gaze wandering over her body?

"This is uncomfortable," she suddenly said, grabbing the tank top bunched around her waist and tearing it off.

It was only natural that she’d feel uncomfortable leaving it there. Enzo had originally planned to remove it by pulling it down over her legs.

Enzo smiled and caressed the woman’s waist.

Before he could do anything else, she pulled his shoulders down until his face was right in front of hers.

The first thing she did was give him a deep kiss on the cheek.

She didn’t say anything. Perhaps she was simply getting impatient.

Enzo’s hand easily found the clasp of her bra at her back.

He was certainly a little nervous about this, but there was no room for hesitation now. He pulled at the clasp, and the black bra immediately loosened, sliding down toward her stomach as she arched her back slightly.

A pair of alluring, round breasts, even fairer than the skin on her stomach, with nipples that were distinctly pink.

Even with their faces pressed together, Enzo could still see everything.

His hands had already moved to cup them.

"You’re so beautiful," Enzo said.

"So what exactly are you complimenting? My face or my breasts?" Miya immediately asked in return.

Her face turned bright red as Enzo’s hands explored her breasts.

Then the woman kissed his lips.

She still seemed embarrassed to let him look at her breasts directly.

However, she unexpectedly became even more aggressive. She pushed Enzo while continuing to embrace him until they were both standing.

Why was she standing up?

Was it to make taking off their pants easier?

Enzo felt an indescribable sensation as her breasts pressed directly against his chest.

She slipped her tongue out to meet his, and the two of them began exploring each other’s mouths wildly.

One of Enzo’s hands also began wandering toward the woman’s pants without him even realizing it.

Since she was his woman, whatever lay beneath her pants was his playground.

But to his surprise, the woman’s hand suddenly moved faster, slipping into the front of his pants.

Their lips parted, and Miya smiled faintly as her hand moved farther inside his pants.