Earlier, Ethan had been enjoying himself, trapping the angel birds like a predator. He intended to play with them and ravish their bodies as long as the stay in Gulchtown lasted. Perhaps Gabriella and Celine could be transported to Cromwell Castle, too, under some pretext and deception.

However, after the danger to his extended family—Artis and the cubs—manifested, he had to expedite his plans.

Ethan stared up at the chained angels, over seven-foot-tall, voluptuous women, his fingers itching to tear into their premium heavenly flesh. Gabriella's massive breasts heaved with each of her defiant breaths, the heavencloth bikini straining against their impossible swell.

Celine's spread legs revealed the slick trail of aphrodisiac jelly snaking down her inner thighs into the aperture.

They were two feathered fucktoys, ripe for breaking, Ethan thought, his cock straining against his breeches. "I'll start with the one called Gabriella," he said, approaching her. "How about I just fuck her mouth, cum inside, and use my DOMINUS ability to control her?"

Cassandra's voice cut through abruptly.

[Running tests… Error: DOMINUS at Level 2 cannot control angels]

"Then how do I tame them? Never mind. I'll just do what I can with Gabriella first."

[Ethan, as per the Akashic Records, no mortal has ever tamed an angel. This attempt shall be unique and will require trial and error.]

[Approaching Gabriella first would be folly. She is the stronger of the two, and her structure suggests a higher threshold for corruption.]

Ethan paused, his hand hovering over Gabriella's shredded cloak. The angel's eyes blazed with fury, her lips curling in a snarl. "Touch me, demon, and your soul will burn eternally!"

The Cromwell heir ignored her insults. By now, they had become repetitive and even music to his ears. The more the angels struggled, the hornier he became.

"What is your suggestion?" Ethan asked his AI system.

[It will be challenging to break Gabriella. Her Divine Power reserves are robust. Target Celine first, since her logs indicate a lower DP ceiling, making her more susceptible to depletion.]

Ethan straightened, frustration flickering across his face. Why was Cassandra constantly interrupting the fun? "What's this divine power? What's so special about Celine's holy hole over Gabriella's?"

[Accessing Akashic Records: Angel Travel Logs to Promiscua. Filtered for recent incursions.]

The interface shimmered in his vision, and a digital ledger unrolled before him. A few names glowed in golden script, each tied to a pulsing orb of light representing power levels.

[Incursion Log: 5 Angels Deployed Under Archangel Michael]

[Ariel: DP 1000 (Supreme Tier - Unassailable]

[Gabriella: DP 600 (Elite Tier - Formidable)]

[Celine: DP 400 (Mid-Tier - Vulnerable to Sustained Assault]

[Rochelle: DP 250 (Low Tier - Easily Overwhelmed]

[Rachel: DP 250 (Low Tier - Easily Overwhelmed]

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temples as the weight sank in. "Five of the angelic bitches were dispatched? Michael must be desperate. I haven't even figured out how to kill one of them, and now I have to deal with five?"

The boy calmed himself. "Alright. So, DP is their equivalent of MP, right?"

[Affirmative. Angels rank by Divine Power (DP), their essence of purity and faith. Higher DP means greater resistance to corruption and greater power.]

"Got it. Tell me the entire procedure to tame an angel."

[There is no procedure to tame an angel, because an angel has never been tamed]

"What? But you just said—"

[Ethan, there is no procedure to tame an angel. However, your constitution is unique. I have developed a hit-and-trial method to make it happen based on your inherent abilities. Shall I elaborate?]

The Cromwell heir shrugged. "I am open to experiments, but hurry up. I am mad horny."

[Understood. Experimental procedure: To tame an angel, you must deplete their DP to zero through sexual acts. Foreplay erodes it slowly, penetration accelerates the drain, and the more disgusting the act afterward, the faster the depletion. After depletion, you must make them consume your seed and use your Dominus. I repeat, use Dominus only after DP becomes zero]

Ethan's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam returning to him. "So Gabriella's a tank, huh? She'd take hours of pounding before cracking. If Celine is weaker, I'll just crack the easier nut first."

He turned toward Celine, who thrashed against her chains, her legs splayed obscenely. The jelly's glow made her skin shimmer like forbidden fruit.

"Stay away from her, you vile cur!" Gabriella barked, her voice cracking. "Touch my sister, and Michael's wrath will unmake you!"

Ethan ignored her again. His cock was throbbing too hard, making it difficult to think. Since the angels were siblings, it would be hotter to make one watch the other's virginity taken.

Without waiting for Cassandra's next pearl of wisdom, he reached for Celine's already tattered cloak and ripped it off. He hooked his fingers on the hem of her bikini breastplate.

Ethan pulled down hard. Crackle! A surge erupted from Celine. The Cromwell heir felt like he had grasped a live wire. White-hot energy lanced through his arm, searing his nerves and hurling him backward.

Ethan slammed into the stone wall, the impact rattling his teeth. He fell to the floor with a thud that echoed through the basement. What just happened?

Gabriella's laughter rang out. "Fool! Did you think you could humiliate an angel so easily? The heavens reject your filthy dark fingers!"

Ethan gasped, his vision blurring as pain spider-webbed across his chest. Cassandra quickly gave him an unsolicited update.

[Warning!] [HP: 50/100]

[Cause: Heavenly Retribution from Heavencloth]

"Fuck!" he wheezed, scrambling to his knees. "What the hell was that? It felt like a lightning bolt struck me!"

[You acted prematurely, Ethan. I advised patience. Angels are clad in heavencloth—a divine fabric impervious to lustful intent. Attempting removal with impure desire triggers a retaliatory strike, depending on the intruder's level of corruption. Your level is high, and hence the damage]

Ethan glared at the interface, rubbing his singed hand. Smoke curled from his fingertips. "What the fuck is this? The equivalent of a chastity belt? I can't rip off Celine's clothes?"

He shook his head, getting back his bearings. "Fine. I'll work from the outside. I think enough can be achieved through groping, teasing, and fingering through the fabric like I did with Ghost Hands. That drained them before, and now they are chained down. So I can cover more surface area."

[Negative. External foreplay, as with Ghost Hands, only inflicts minor DP erosion. It arouses the target but doesn't tame. To bind the angels and deplete their DP, you must access their core]

Frustration boiled over for Ethan, his handsome face twisting into a snarl. He punched the floor, and cracks spider-webbed outward. "No fucking way! They're chained up like gifts before me, and I can't unwrap them?"

"Then what am I supposed to do? I'm stuck blue-balled, staring at angel tits while my family's in the crosshairs? Give me suggestions, Cassandra, instead of piling problems and limitations! I want solutions!"

[Processing Alternatives... Akashic Cross-Reference: Heavencloth Vulnerabilities.]

The interface hummed, lines of ancient script scrolling like code.

[Two Removal Methods Identified]

[1. Undress Performed by an Entity with Zero Lust Toward the Angel - Pure intent bypasses the weave]

[2. Undress Performed by Another Angel - Sibling divinity neutralizes the safeguard]

Ethan's mind reeled. "Zero lust in this world? Are you kidding me?"

Gulchtown crawled with perverts. Even old crones eyed him like meat, and kids barely weaned from tits were already groping the adults. Even the guards flashed their cleavage on patrol.

Lust was the air they breathed, that too with no need of aphrodisiacs. As for the second alternative, Gabriella obviously wouldn't strip her sister.

"It's hopeless," Ethan muttered, slumping against the wall. "There's no way out of this."

[I concur. No viable local entities match our criteria.]

A few minutes passed, and suddenly, as if a bulb lit up over his head, Ethan sat up. He raked a hand through his hair, cackling, and feeling enthusiastic again.

He slipped behind the pillar. Minutes later, the Cromwell heir emerged as Cassie, the lithe girl in a white gown, her youthful face flushed. Naturally, there was no bulge in her skirt, and no predatory gleam in her eyes.

[User2: Cassie]

Ethan figured that obviously, all mortal species have some sort of lust even towards the same sex. However, Cassie was still pure. It was a female body with no base urges yet, and hence no lust. Bingo.

[Excellent improvisation, Ethan. The female vessel registers zero sexual intent toward the angels, even though your action may be different]

Gabriella and Celine's eyes bulged as they watched Cassie walk towards them with a naughty smile. "You... You shape-shifting abomination!" Gabriella roared, her chains rattling in protest. "What sort of dark magic is this! You've turned into the devil's own whore!"

Ethan approached Celine with a coy smirk. "Shh. It's just us girls," he said in Cassie's silky, feminine voice. "Let me help you out of those heavy clothes. You must be sore."

Celine gnashed her teeth and tried to break her limbs free from the chains, but it was of no avail. Cassie's delicate fingers reached for the shining heavencloth bikini. A light tug unraveled it, and it fell to the dungeon floor with a heavy thud.

Celine's body spilled free, heavenly curves that defied mortal limits. Her massive breasts were heavy like ripe melons, and yet defied gravity. They were capped with rosy, flowery nipples that could fill an entire mouth.

The angel's body narrowed down to a taut waist, but then expanded into wide, fertile hips. Cassie undid Celine's lower garments next. They fell to the ground noisily.

Thick and toned thighs were exposed. Ethan's eyes went greedily to a shaved mound that was already glistening with jelly. She had pink folds that were already parting in a shameful invitation. Her ass cheeks were full and jiggly.

"No! Unhand me, witch!" Celine cried out, tears streaking her face. "Nobody has ever seen me naked before! This is sacrilege!"

Ethan didn't even bother to remove the rest of her clothes. Now, he had access to every part of Celine that mattered. Slipping back behind the pillar, the boy returned a few minutes later.

Ethan reemerged—male, hard, his erection tenting his breeches like a declaration of world war. "Ah, finally," his voice resounded in the dungeons as he dropped his pants and released the Kraken. "I get to fuck an angel."

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