Final Regression of The Legendary Swordmaster Chapter 85

"I understand."

"Good," Edward replied calmly. "Before we begin dual cultivation, there is something important to clarify. Both of us must reach a certain peak of sensation before sex. Only then can our mana signatures open fully to one another. When that happen s, I can align my mana with yours. At the moment of release, I will guide my will through the flow of essence and activate the Celestial Needle technique. That is how I will vibrate your mana core and synchronize your circles."

Thaleia listened carefully, absorbing every word as if it were a lecture inside the White Tower itself.

"That makes sense," she answered after a moment. Her tone was thoughtful rather than embarrassed. She was treating this as cultivation, not indulgence.

"Just for clarity," she added carefully, forcing herself to maintain composure, "the climax you are referring to... is it similar to the reaction I had when you placed your lips on my breast earlier?"

Edward gave a small nod.

""Indeed, but still, that wasn’t enough. And as for me, I did not reach that state at all."

Thaleia swallowed lightly.

"So... I must help you reach that state as well?" she asked, trying to phrase her words with dignity.

"That is correct," Edward replied. "However, dual cultivation is not rushed. It’s a steady build-up. Starting slowly is always the best method."

Thaleia nodded and then a thought creeped into her mind, "Do helping you reach that state require me to suck something of yours?"

Edward was not surprised by the question. This was not the first time she had asked something similar across his various regressions. Even so, for the briefest moment, he was caught slightly off guard by how directly she voiced it.

"That is one of several methods you could use to help me reach that state," he replied evenly. "However, before anything else, I need to remove my uniform."

His tone remained calm and practical, as though discussing strategy rather than intimacy.

With that, Edward reached up and calmly removed his blazer. He folded it neatly and placed it over the back of a chair. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, as though preparing for a formal meeting rather than intimacy. He then unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, revealing a lean but well-defined torso beneath. His physique was not bulky, yet it carried the tight strength of a supreme constitution. Visible faint lines of muscle ran across his abdomen and chest.

Thaleia watched in silence.

He removed his shirt fully and set it aside with the same orderliness. Then he unfastened his belt and slipped off his trousers, stepping out of them without haste. When he stood upright again, he was completely naked before her.

There was no awkwardness in his posture. He did not attempt to cover himself. He did not pose either. He simply stood there, relaxed yet composed, as if his body were nothing more than a vessel for power.

Thaleia felt her heartbeat quicken despite her effort to remain calm. This was the first time she had seen a man completely naked before her. Her thoughts wavered for a brief second, curiosity mixing with tension. His body was firm and proportionate. Even standing still, he carried the presence of someone dangerous.

And then she saw it.

Her breath hitched.

’What the hell is this?’

It was... there, jutting out from between his thighs, thick with veins snaking along its length. The tip was swollen, the skin taut, and it twitched slightly as if reacting to her stare. Her mind raced, her thoughts a tangled mess. ’It’s so... big. And veiny. How does it get this big?’

The sheer size of it made her stomach clench. ’Does it feel weird? Am I supposed to touch it?’ Her fingers curled into the sheets, her nails digging in. Ugh, this is so awkward.

Edward didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He simply stood there, fully naked now, his body sculpted in the light, his expression unreadable. His cock twitched again, as if taunting her.

Fiona’s face burned. She didn’t know where to look— at him, at the wall, anywhere but there. But her eyes betrayed her, darting back to it, fascinated and horrified in equal measure.

Edward noticed the disturbance in her thoughts.

"Just be calm," he told her quietly. "We will now properly start with a kiss."

She straightened immediately, forcing her gaze upward to meet his eyes.

"Yes, my Lord."

Edward stepped closer, stopping just within arm’s reach. The air between them felt warmer now, heavy with anticipation but grounded in purpose.

"Sit upright," he instructed gently.

She adjusted her posture on the bed, back straight, legs slightly parted to maintain balance. Her earlier embarrassment had not vanished entirely, but it no longer controlled her. She was a cultivator facing a breakthrough, not a girl facing temptation.

Edward extended his hand cupped the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, and before she could react, his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was rough, demanding, his lips parting hers with ease. His tongue invaded her, hot and insistent, and she made a small, choked sound against his mouth. His other hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, the length of his cock pressing against her thigh.

Fiona’s mind blanked.

The kiss was endless, bruising, his teeth nipping at her lower lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. By the time he pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath ragged. She stared up at him, dazed, her fingers trembling where they rested against his chest.

Edward’s voice was low. "Use your hand."

She blinked. "W- what?"

"Stroke it." he clarified. "Everything is already building up gradually."

Her stomach dropped. Stroke it. The words settled in her mind, heavy and obscene. She swallowed, her throat dry. "I— I don’t know how."

His grip on her neck tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pulse jump. "You’ll figure it out."