A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners
Chapter 50: With Ivy

Chapter 50: With Ivy

They could still walk. Oliver was even walking quite steadily, only Ivy occasionally looked like she might stumble.

However, Oliver was holding her by the waist. He could walk while leaning on her body.

Their destination was just the hotel across the street, which happened to also look quite luxurious.

The receptionists were beautiful women in their 30s, but they frowned when they saw a pair of young lovers, clearly drunk, entering.

"Another pair of naughty kids who can’t control their desires," said one of the receptionists, who looked more conservative than the others.

The others simply laughed at her words. They didn’t know Oliver heard them, but he was too lazy to care.

He approached the reception desk and handed over his bank card.

"Give me the key. I want the best room," he said arrogantly.

It was hard for him to speak politely when his mind was filled with a sense of superiority.

The receptionists couldn’t reject paying customers. They quickly handed him the key.

But the conservative receptionist couldn’t help commenting to Ivy.

"Girl, you’re beautiful, you should take better care of yourself. Don’t let yourself be fooled by bad boys. These days, many young girls are abandoned after getting pregnant."

"None of your business," Ivy replied indifferently, leaving the receptionist frozen in place.

Oliver quickly took Ivy away, and that receptionist could only scowl as they entered the elevator.

"There’s no point," said another receptionist.

"Yeah, it’s not a scam. That guy is really handsome. That girl obviously wants him badly."

"Let’s see what they’re doing in the elevator."

One of the receptionists suddenly pressed a button on her computer, switching the display to a live feed from the elevator.

Every elevator had CCTV. It was an area under constant monitoring. No one could complain if they did something strange inside and someone happened to see it.

When they saw Oliver and Ivy in the elevator, their eyes widened.

The two were hugging tightly and kissing.

The sight made the conservative receptionist gasp.

"Turn it off," she said.

But the others ignored her, continuing to watch until Oliver and Ivy exited the elevator.

"It’s a beautiful night for them," said the open-minded receptionist.

"Haha, I miss those days. Now I’m just tired of my husband," another receptionist replied.

In the end, this was an era drifting further and further from morals.

Oliver and Ivy quickly arrived at their luxurious, spacious room with a large bed.

But who cares about luxury now.

Ivy was completely out of control. She began unbuttoning Oliver’s shirt, caressing his chest.

By the time they reached the bedside, Oliver’s shirt had already fallen off his body.

But for him, it wasn’t too difficult to remove the woman’s shirt.

She wasn’t wearing a singlet, only her bra underneath the shirt, covering her pair of breasts that looked incredibly alluring.

Oliver wasn’t satisfied with the bra, so he pulled it off Ivy’s body, revealing her two pink nipples.

He began licking her neck while his hands squeezed her breasts, making her moan in pleasure.

Of course, the woman wasn’t silent. She started unbuckling his belt, then pushed his pants down along with his underwear, causing his sacred rod to spring out, hitting her stomach.

Ivy’s eyes stared at the large object with a mesmerized gaze. She had held it before, but this was the first time she saw it directly.

And she knew that was what she wanted most from Oliver.

Her desire for him could only be calmed by that object, and it would give her pleasure beyond imagination.

Oliver knew she was growing impatient. He urged her to lie down on the bed, then his hands began to pull down her short jeans, which weren’t fastened with a belt.

It only needed to be pulled down along with her underwear.

Ivy didn’t look nervous or panicked; she was filled with anticipation.

In no time, everything hidden beneath her pants was revealed—a slit with a hole, all pink, surrounded by black hair.

Oliver touched it, finding how wet it was.

"Baby, ahhh..." Ivy moaned softly at his touch.

This made Oliver impatient himself. It had been a long time since he’d done something like this.

He spread Ivy’s white, smooth legs, approaching her love hole.

At that moment, Ivy’s eyes barely blinked. She stared at his rod, waiting for him to insert it into her love hole.

Something she’d wanted for a long time, she finally got it.

Oliver knew she was a virgin, but he thought she wouldn’t feel pain given her strength.

He placed the tip of his rod at the entrance of her narrow love hole. However, it was wet and slippery. He easily pushed his rod into her love hole.

Ivy’s eyes widened instantly, and even her buttocks lifted upward, practically making it easier for Oliver.

There was a barrier inside her love hole, but Oliver’s rod broke through it forcefully, going deeper before he pressed his body against hers, to which she responded by hugging him with her arms and legs.

"Baby," she said in a drunken, pleasure-filled tone.

Oliver didn’t give her a chance to relax. He started thrusting his hips hard.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!" And Ivy immediately moaned uncontrollably.

She was finally making love to the man she loved. At this point, she felt her life was perfectly complete.

She even began to reciprocate Oliver’s movements.

Her desire for him was so intense, and she loved him so deeply that she would do anything he wanted.

All those feelings gave her the sensation that she was already in heaven.

She now had the strength, and the man she loved had become her lover.

Her passion in making love was completely uncontrollable.

After being restrained for so long, she flipped their positions so she was on top.

She kept increasing the intensity of this passionate game.

Oliver had never seen a woman so wild in bed. Ivy was truly the wildest.

This gave him a new kind of pleasure he had never felt before.

Due to the evolution of their bodies, the time they needed to reach climax was certainly not short. Others might reach the peak of pleasure after a few minutes, but even after half an hour, they were still full of energy, allowing them to switch positions.

And finally, in the doggy style position where Oliver made Ivy moan louder, he finally managed to release his passion into the depths of her love, followed by the same release from the depths of her love.

Their bodies collapsed instantly, exhausted, with their breaths labored.

Fortunately, the room was very cold, so they didn’t sweat.

When they finally lay down, Oliver turned Ivy’s body toward him, and she immediately hugged him again.

Her desire had finally calmed down, but she was still intoxicated.