Looking at Linda's serious expression, Jefferson felt an impending sense of doom.
Leaving the camp, Jefferson still felt a trace of fear; Linda was too terrifying.
But he was also very confused. This time, he was absolutely sure that his inability to ejaculate was not due to insufficient stimulation. Even that juicer girl couldn't extract any juice from him, so the problem must lie within himself.
The only possibility was that there was an issue with his cultivation method, but it was too late to regret now. The core cultivation method once chosen could not be changed.
Although he practiced two methods, one of which didn't conflict with any other method, he had already used this highly compatible method as a supplementary technique. To switch now, he would have to abandon the currently developed Fighting Breath and replant the seed of Fighting Breath.
This was an impossible approach.
Jefferson calmed his mind and inwardly examined himself. Sure enough, his Fighting Breath had grown a bit stronger.
After spending an entire afternoon with that juicer girl, he didn't know how many times he reached the peak of pleasure. If it weren't for his inability to ejaculate, he would have been so exhausted that he couldn't move.
While Linda achieved at least five or six climaxes, each time she did, he stole a significant amount of life energy from her.
The life energy he stole from Linda was extremely pure, five or six times purer than what he had taken from Michelle, and in much greater quantity.
He vaguely remembered that the day he made love to Michelle, she reacted immediately after getting up, even stumbling a bit. This time, Linda's energy depletion should have been much greater, yet it didn't affect her at all.
Jefferson had a feeling that the juicer girl was not simple; her strength was far greater than what she usually displayed.
Back home, his mother, Janice, and his cousin were busy at the table.
Since selling the three lower floors of their house, they no longer had a kitchen. Fortunately, there was a fireplace in the room, which was sufficient for cooking some food.
Dinner was evidently meat pies, a luxurious meal given the current full food rationing. It was unclear whether this was his mother celebrating Janice and his cousin's arrival or Janice's way of thanking them for taking her and her daughter in.
Jefferson didn't intend to worry about it; he only cared about eating.
Pulling up a chair, Jefferson sat nearby.
Watching others work was sometimes enjoyable. He saw three pairs of hands swiftly spreading dough, stuffing it with meat filling, brushing egg whites on the edges, and pressing the sides together to form a half-moon shape.
Jefferson's eyes gradually shifted to the bowl of egg whites, sticky and...
His mind was still on Linda.
In the future, he would undoubtedly have to make love with Linda again. That woman wouldn't stop until she extracted semen. If it came to that, he might have to fake it.
He wondered if he could fool her with egg whites?
While the women were working, Jefferson kept thinking about semen, resulting in a wave of nausea when the meat pies, brushed with egg whites, were served.
Forcing down two meat pies, Jefferson stifled the urge to vomit and climbed up to the attic.
Upon reaching the attic, he was stunned.
Was this still his room?
The spot where his mattress had been was now occupied by a pink mattress, and his mattress had been moved to the corner, with a curtain dividing the already small attic into two.
Seeing the positions of the mattresses, Jefferson immediately understood. Two-thirds of the space had been given to his cousin, leaving him with only one-third.
Seeing this, Jefferson became furious. This was too much!
Just as he was about to lose his temper, a soft, delicate voice came from behind, "Cousin, while you were away, Aunt helped me rearrange the room. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
The words were polite but pointed out the key issue.
Hearing that his mother had agreed, Jefferson immediately calmed down. He knew what kind of person his mother was; she cared a lot about appearances.
"It's nothing, really," Jefferson said quickly. Turning around, he wished he could slap himself. It seemed that caring about appearances was a trait he inherited from his mother.
As he was wondering how to get along with his cousin, Jefferson turned around and almost got a nosebleed because he saw her undressing.
She had been wearing a rather conservative floral dress, but underneath, she wore a tight-fitting piece of lingerie with lace cutouts.
The lingerie clung to her body like a second skin, revealing her perfect figure. Her body was flawless, with no excess fat. The color of the lingerie was a youthful and provocative pink, and the lace cutouts on her breasts and between her legs added to the allure, with a hint of red showing through at the top and a glimpse of pubic hair below.
Jefferson had seen Mona's naked body before, and that had already been a breathtaking sight. However, he had never imagined that the current view, with just enough coverage to tantalize, would be even more stimulating than complete nudity.
He couldn't help but wonder what Miss Michelle or Miss Linda would look like in such lingerie...
"I..." Jefferson was at a loss for words. After a long pause, he remembered he had something to do. There was still a list in his pocket. "I have to go out for a bit."
As Jefferson left, he was as flustered as could be. He vaguely heard a burst of giggles from behind the door. If he wasn't mistaken, besides his cousin, the laughter came from Janice and his mother.
Jefferson didn't sleep well the entire night. Whenever he thought of the enchanting girl lying just a few feet away, desire would surge through his body.
In the past, not knowing the pleasures of lovemaking, he might have been able to endure. But now, he was like a wolf that had tasted blood.
To calm himself down, he even tried meditative breathing exercises. However, to his surprise, the more he practiced, the stronger his desire grew. And the stronger his desire, the faster his Fighting breath circulated.
This unexpected discovery made Jefferson realize that this was undoubtedly a method of practicing this particular technique. The deeper the desire, the quicker the progress. If he ever became a sex maniac, he would probably be nearly invincible.
Despite knowing that this was a dangerous path, Jefferson couldn't stop himself. He spent the whole night practicing because otherwise, his mind would wander uncontrollably.
At dawn, Jefferson couldn't stand it any longer and rushed out of the house. If he stayed any longer, he would go mad.
When he arrived at the camp, it was still early. There was still an hour until training began. Feeling bored, he subconsciously headed toward the kitchen.
Once inside, he realized it was still too early for breakfast.
Suddenly, he remembered how the egg whites reminded him of semen when his mother and the others were making meat patties yesterday.
During wartime, eggs were a rare commodity, and he certainly didn't expect his mother to agree to let him experiment with the family's eggs. However, here at the camp, eggs were quite common.
Rummaging through the kitchen, Jefferson indeed found a basket of eggs. He grabbed two bowls, one for the yolks and one for the whites.