I am the God of Technology



Dante eventually got up and placed Beatrice, who was flushed and extremely moved, at the edge of the couch. He then squatted down and placed his face near her crotch area, gently pressing a finger against her damp thong. 

"Last time, you helped me empty the tank, so I guess it's my turn to help you do the same." Dante smiled as he passed his tongue over the fabric, making Beatrice shudder intensely. 

"It… it's really not necessary. I can… wait until you're ready." She muttered with slightly hazy eyes. 

Dante shook his head. She did say she didn't want to engage in such acts until Dante could actually penetrate her in order to enjoy that moment more, but he really could not enjoy the thought of being pleasured one way by his partner. 

Most modern men focused less on just thrusting and more on how to make their partners enjoy the experience, and Dante was no different. 

Dante deftly moved her thong to the side and revealed a slit that was like a sealed purse. It was very thin and narrow, and one could barely make out the labia majora and minora without actually pulling her vagina open with their fingers. 

Different women had different types of vaginas. Some had Beatrice's type, which was mostly found on Asian women and was sealed, while others had camel toes with meaty vaginas like black women, which were expressive. 

In truth, the external visuals didn't actually make a difference to the functionality of the canal inside, it was mostly aesthetic. You could meet someone with a vagina like Beatrice's and feel like you were traversing the Grand Canyon or you could meet a woman with the meatiest looking vagina and the internal apthway was tighter than the space between two attracting magnets. 

"Well, well, well, what a cute little vagina you have here. It's almost like it is the shy type, which is definitely unlike you." Dante teased as he gently rubbed the slit, feeling a wealth of sticky liquid coating his fingers. 

Beatrice twitched and raised her head, trying to hide her face that was expressive of her enjoyment. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, subconsciously pushing her hips out more to make things easier for Dante. 

Tsk, tsk, the mouth can lie but the body cannot. 

Dante placed his tongue on her clitoris and began licking with fervor, while his fingers rubbed against her vulva. He understood that if he wanted Beatrice to actually orgasm, he needed to focus on the most critical spot. 

As for Beatrice, in the fingers - and tongue - of Dante, she was nothing but puddy that could be played with. She didn't even last more than 5 minutes before there was a small accident. 

Dante's face changed when he sensed the aura of death and quickly dodged to the side. Beatrice climaxed at that moment and ended up squirting, releasing a jet of pee that surged out of her as her vulva kept twitching crazily. 

Even with a normal woman, that jet was strong, much less the OP Beatrice. If Dante hadn't dodged, there would be a hole in his head at the moment. In fact, the jet had struck one of the glasses that allowed done to observe space and cracked it slightly. 

Dante was speechless. 

Those windows were probably the most sturdy thing on the entire dreadnought because they were often what enemy forces targeted in order to break the ship's defense and kill the admiral. Even other dreadnoughts would need hours of firepower to crack those glasses, but Beatrice achieved this with one shot. 

Dante's entire body couldn't help but shiver. He glanced at the panting Beatrice who was coming down from her orgasm and realized that until his stats surpassed hers, every sexual encounter would likely be a life-and-death experience. 

…to be honest, the idea filled him with a bit of perverse excitement. 

Dante sighed and lay down on the couch again while holding Beatrice in his arms. One could say that he was now satisfied - scared too but really satisfied - after pleasuring his girl and he had no more desires at the moment. 

As such, the two simply enjoyed the embrace of the other person until they fell asleep like this. 

Since they were out in space, there was no day or night system to tell them the time apart from their AI chips monitoring the flow of time within their spatial coordinates. As such, when it was 5:30 am, Dante's eyes opened slowly and he gently caressed Beatrice's hair before teleporting to his cabin. 

Beatrice, who noticed that her head was now on the soft cough instead of Dante's warm body, opened her eyes and then closed them again. 

As for Dante, he was in his Vice Admiral's cabin and reminisced on his first sleeping area when he originally came to this universe. He went to the bathroom and used the high-tech jacuzzi to clean himself very well before returning to the observation deck. 

Looking at Beatrice, he smiled and entered the quantum world with his natural body with a thought. 

In the Core Disciple's Residence number 8 which was allocated to Dante, he opened his eyes in his virtual body that was replaced by his real body and stood up. He was still wearing the gi and the token, but his body carried the smell of premium soap and perfume from outside. 

It was interesting that despite his virtual body being unwashed, his real body was. However, the clothes his virtual body wore could not be taken outside and the clothes Dante wore could not be taken in. 

Otherwise, with his Vice Admiral's Exosuit, he could likely beat any Martial God in this world to death. Dante flexed his arms and left his room, only to see Jia Susu who had changed her robes into something that was marked with Dante's name to show her affiliation. 

She was currently hard at work cleaning the residence and greeted Dante respectfully when he came out. Dante was about to leave when he thought of something. 

"If you find it difficult to handle the workload on your own, you can invite up to 4 more servant disciples you know to be your fellow workers. The choice is yours." 

After saying this, Dante left the residence and walked to the Practice Area. There, he found every student within the hall was lined up respectfully while awaiting the masters to come and give directions for the day. 

Even Servant Disciples were here, standing by the side and ready to attend to any other disciples' needs at any time. The Outer Disciples were the most numerous and stood in 2 different segments. The one at the back was made up of around 90% of them, who wore pure black gi with no decorations. 

They were all likely in the Body Tempering Realm. 

In front of them was a small segment of Outer Disciples who looked generally older and more serious, accounting for 1/10th of them, whose gi was also black with a single red line around the collar. These were like Martial Warrior Outer Disciples. 

In front of this batch was a smaller group split into 3 segments. The ones at the back made up 45% of their number and wore black gi with the collar and hems lined with a blood-red color. They were young and seemed full of vigor and hotbloodedness. 

These were the Body Tempering Inner Disciples. 

In front of them was a smaller group made up of 35% of the number and wore the same black gi but with red lines on the collar, hems, and a red belt around their waist. They were slightly older but still far younger than the Outer Disciple group of the same realm. 

They were naturally the Martial Warrior Realm Inner Disciples. 

Finally, at the very lead of the group, was a small segment of disciples who had black gi with red lines around the collar, the hems, the belt, and a few strikes across the gi. They were generally mature and full of confidence and arrogance, their eyes not even glancing at the space before them. 

They made up only 20% of the number and were the Martial Blood Realm Inner Disciples. Even outside the Supreme Martial Hall, they could start a top 100-level hall of their own and be the hall master, so they were right to be arrogant. 

Dante took all of this in and calmly walked into the courtyard, ignoring the eyes that fell on him. He came and stood before the group of Martial blood Inner Disciples and then turned his back to them. Since everyone was standing by rank and realm, he would also follow suit. 

Seeing the singular him standing in front of everyone, many faces changed. They had heard of the new core disciples who was accepted from recruitment by the Vice Hall Master himself. Apparently, he had a body with the strength of a peak Martial Master without even training his blood Qi! 

What a monster!