Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

It had been only two days since Ash and Lithia had started their activities, yet within the confines of her private paradise, time seemed to slip away entirely, losing all sense of meaning or measure.

Ash had Lithia bent over the flower-woven throne, her slim, perfect body arched beautifully as he fucked her hard from behind.

His hips slammed against her ass with deep, powerful strokes, the wet sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the garden alongside her shameless, throaty moans.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Yes! Harder, Master!" Lithia screamed, her purple hair sticking to her sweat-slicked back, tail wrapped tightly around Ash’s waist, pulling him deeper.

"F... fu... ck me! Fill me up!"

Ash gripped her narrow hips tighter, pounding into her dripping pussy with relentless force.

The garden pulsed around them, flowers blooming wildly in response to their raw lust. Lithia’s walls clenched greedily around him, milking his cock with every thrust as she pushed back against him like a bitch in heat.

"Ohhhh Daddy.... I’m cumming—!" she wailed, her voice breaking. "Cum with me— please!!!"

With a deep groan, Ash buried himself to the hilt.

"Fuck!"

SPURTTTTT!!!!

And... in that moment, they came together violently.

Lithia’s entire body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy squirting around his thick cock while he pumped rope after heavy rope of cum deep inside her womb.

Her screams of pleasure echoed across the garden as she milked every last drop from him.

But they didn’t stop.

Ash kept thrusting through their shared climax, fucking his cum deeper into her as Lithia’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her tail tightened desperately around him.

"I’m.... ready! Give me a child!" she screamed, voice hoarse and broken with pleasure.

"Please! Fill your succubus whore with your seed!"

Ash’s grip on her hips turned almost bruising as he leaned over her, pounding harder

. "You want my child that badly?" he growled against her ear.

"Yes! Yes! Bre.... ed me!" Lithia cried, pushing back frantically.

Hearing her beg.... Ash, he obviously obliged.

With a primal thrust, he came again, flooding her womb with even more cum. Lithia screamed in rapture as another powerful orgasm tore through her, her body shaking uncontrollably as she milked him dry once more.

They finally slowed, both breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

Ash remained buried deep inside her as he felt a sudden, distinct tug — a calling from a place he had been planning to visit. His lips curved into a small, intrigued smile.

"Oh? They’ve finally found the second anchor, huh?"

He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck tenderly.

"We’ll take a small break, my love," he murmured, voice still rough with lust. "Then... we may continue in a much more unique place."

Lithia let out a soft, satisfied purr, still impaled on his cock, gently grinding back against him with a drunken, blissful smile.

"Just... call me once you find somewhere good~"

Pah!

Hearing her words, Akasha playfully gave her a light slap on the backside, a smile curling across his face.

"Well, don’t doze off, love... I’ll be right back," he said warmly.

With that, he vanished in an instant, his clothing materializing upon him as quickly as the thought crossed his mind.

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Ash appeared inside the Unknown for the first time.

He had expected something vast and incomprehensible — a realm of pure chaos, endless voids, or shifting conceptual madness.

What he found instead was... strangely mundane.

He stood in a long, dimly lit hall that looked like the remains of some ancient, ruined dungeon.

The stone walls were cracked and covered in strange glowing runes and scattered across the floor were the corpses of countless creatures.

There were imps with twisted horns, massive ogres with shattered axes still clutched in their hands, the skeletal remains of dragons, and dozens of other fantasy beasts that had clearly died violent deaths.

In the distance, the hall branched off into a much larger chamber.

Ash’s gaze followed the corridor until he spotted the five figures who unknowingly alerted him standing near the entrance to that room — the five Ancestors of the Source of Expansion.

As mentioned before, Ash was practically all-knowing, and the moment the Primediva mentioned the Ancestors were already in the Unknown, he scrapped his plans to explore it himself and decided to let them handle the hard work.

Now, they moved through the area with cautious steps, their postures tense and alert.

As Ash approached, he shook his head with a quiet, amused sigh.

"Why am I not really surprised?" he muttered to himself.

The room beyond was vast — far larger than it had any right to be — and unmistakably belonged to NovelGeek2.

It was filled with distinctly human things: flat screen televisions flickering, stacks of video game consoles, multiple laptops covered in stickers, overflowing ashtrays, scattered notebooks filled with frantic scribbles, and even a gaming chair sitting behind a massive, cluttered desk.

The entire space felt like a chaotic blend of a writer’s messy study and a dungeon boss room.

One of the Ancestors—a tall, commanding figure with weathered draconic features—gestured sharply at the strange and unsettling scenery around them.

"This place is... weird," he muttered with a low growl.

"None of it makes sense. Why would the second Anchor be hidden in a realm that looks like this?"

The other Ancestor, a graceful woman whose hair shimmered like moonlight, folded her arms with a frown.

"It feels off," she said. "Like we’ve stepped into something deeply personal... and just a bit unhinged."

A third prodded the dusty keyboard with a tentative finger.

"Human artifacts, every last one. This guy... he really has no shame, huh?"

The Ancestors were visibly unsettled, their ancient presences clashing awkwardly with the bizarre, human clutter scattered throughout the vast chamber.

Compared to their usual accommodations, the contrast was almost comical.

Ash leaned casually against the cracked stone wall, arms crossed, his restless eyes scanning the room with quiet amusement.

Then, with a small, deliberate motion, he pointed toward a still-burning joint resting in one of the overflowing ashtrays on the cluttered desk.

The joint vanished from its place and reappeared smoothly between his fingers.

He brought it to his lips, taking a slow, casual drag as fragrant smoke curled upward.

After exhaling a lazy cloud, he winked at the five Ancestors, his voice carrying a playful, almost mocking edge.

"I’m sure this is the anchor."

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