I am the God of Technology

Chapter 215 It's Time 1

Chapter 215 It's Time 1

Well, there was not much to say after this. Dante's quantum clone was glared at with fear and hatred, the rest of his fellow students filled with trepidation for their future while the teachers were gloomy, wishing they could strike him down now. 

If not for the threat of the headmistress, the presence of meddlesome bitch Xue Bing and Dante's own strength, they would have long smashed him into paste! 

In the end, they could only escort him into the black land unwillingly, but this was where the point of interest ended. After all, like a lazy student who was unwilling, Dante could not 'focus' on his 'studies', rather aimlessly staring at the sky while pretending to 'learn'. 

What was more interesting was the situation of his main body which had appeared in the Inferno Battleship. He appeared in the observation deck and glanced at Beatrice who was currently watching a video of some people fighting on the streets of some urban city on some random planet. 

It was naturally a catfight between two scantily clad women with heavy makeup, and not one moved to break them up, rather recording the scenes where they had wardrobe accidents repeatedly with glee. 

Beatrice herself seemed amused until Dante came. Her eyes lit up and she switched off the video, before coiling her legs on the couch seductively. 

"Well, well, my busy loverboy has finally found time for me." She teased with a smile. 

"Haha, me, busy? I am the freest man in the world actually." Dante retorted with a grin. 

Beatrice thought about it and agreed. Everything Dante did was of his own interest and benefit without someone or something forcing him. If he wanted to turn into a slacker and lie in bed with her 24/7, he could easily do that right now. 

However, it was precisely because he was so ambitious and driven that Beatrice found him irresistible. To her, Dante was like a vortex that sucked her in as it moved forward with a single-minded purpose. 

Of course, how could the mighty Beatrice admit this easily? 

"Hmph, sophistry!" She snorted and folded her arms. 

Dante smiled cunningly. "To recognize the sophistry means that you recognize the philosophy." 

Beatrice was left speechless. 

Dante suddenly stepped forward and his smile disappeared as he became slightly domineering. "But that is not why I came here today. I came here, Beatrice, to let you know that it is time." 

Beatrice was stunned for a short while before she clued in. Immediately her lips trembled and she asked shakily. "I-Its time? You've reached 2000 in all fields?" 

Dante smiled and showed his SDI to her. After confirming it, Beatrice seemed shocked, but logically she shouldn't be as reaching this point was inevitable for Dante given how hard he had worked. 

But that was life. Previously, Beatrice had been looking forward to this day in her dreams and even threw herself into 'work' often to alleviate her craving for it. However, now that the moment had come, she was scared and extremely nervous instead. 

Dante could see this and understood that it was the first-night fear that most virgin women had. They usually wanted nothing more than to experience the key moment with their partner and pass this biological hurdle, but they also feared the process due to the constant exaggeration of the pain. 

Luckily for Dante, not only was Beatrice different from other women in that she was mentally stronger, but he himself was not an inexperienced fellow who did not know what to do. 

As such, he moved to sit beside Beatrice with a gentle smile and stroked her hair, bringing her into his embrace. Beatrice seemed to be worried but still leaned into Dante's arms. Feeling his now wider and thicker arms enveloping her, she felt much better and more conscious of her partner. 

This consciousness inevitably came with a slight bit of arousal as she slowly became restless the more she relaxed and the more she felt Dante's body around her. At this time, Dante's hands began to be mischievous as they reached for places they should not, making Beatrice twitch. 

Dante slid his hands down her shoulders and deliberately avoided her erogenous zones, rather rubbing every other part of her soft and smooth flesh. Her arms, her sides, her stomach, her back, her thighs, her calves. 

Dante spared no location as he moved his hands over them sometimes slowly and sometimes fast. When he reached the areas close to her erogenous zones, he would deliberately go close but avoid them in the end and focus on other normal areas. 

This seemed to drive Beatrice crazy as she became uncomfortable, secretly wishing for Dante to touch those spots and deliver her pleasure, but being too embarrassed to say it out loud. 

Dante suddenly stopped and Beatrice turned her head towards him in order to ask why only for her mouth to be plugged with his own in a sudden, yet gentle kiss. Immediately, all thought seemed to leave Beatrice's mind as she was drawn into this passionate show of affection by her partner. 

Dante's hands began to work again shortly into the kiss, still avoiding the key spots while teasing everywhere else. Beatrice's breathing became heavy and Dante could feel her growing arousal through her shortened breath and increasingly significant twitching when he avoided her special places. 

For Dante, it was about time. He slowly withdrew his hands and brought them back onto Beatrice's body, but this time directly targeting her erogenous areas. His first target was naturally the fount of wonder and attraction for men, her large yet perky breasts. 

Feeling then through her military spandex, Dante had to admit that there was an extra allure to touching through clothes. However, he immediately cut this feeling short by undressing Beatrice slowly. 

Her attire was not nanotech but just cloth. No nanotechnology could protect Beatrice better than her skin. As such, Dante had an easy time rendering her half-naked, leaving only her bra and panties. 

His hands immediately went back to gripping her soft breasts and kneading them, feeling the fullness of their shape as the surprising firmness despite their elasticity. 

Unlike most women with big breasts, Beatrice's were more connected to her shoulder and back muscles because of her tyrannical strength, which was why her breasts could stand like that without causing her back pains. 

To be honest, one should never wish torpedo tits on any woman, because it meant that unless she had something to help her balance it, she was going through it every night when she was out of sight. 

After feeling the form, it was time to focus on the point. Dante's fingers circled her nipples and teased them, going around her relatively small aureole. Her reaction to this was to grip his hand tightly, which showed just how effective this casual move was. 

But Beatrice was joking if she thought that this was the limit. Dante immediately landed on her nipples and began spreading his fingers around them. Beatrice gasped and pulled back from their kiss, her eyes watery and her breathing slightly misty. 

The usually playful and sadistic woman was like putty in Dante's hands, free for him to mold as he pleased. This kind of perverse realization filled him with a certain excitement that could not be described. 

He took her bra away completely and placed his mouth on her right breast while still gripping her left, beginning to suck deeply. In doing this, he pushed Beatrice down on the couch with her back on the soft seat. 

His free hand trickled down her body slowly, drawing lines on her stomach, navel, lower abdomen and finally tickling the entrance of her canal. The moment Dante rubbed that spot, Beatrice twitched strongly and tried to clamp her legs, but Dante did not let up. 

In the end, she could only reluctantly give up with helpless moans as Dante fiercely rubbed her clitoris in particular, pinching and pulling it through her panties using the index and middle fingers. 

Beatrice arched her back with a look of panic on her face as the stimulation was too strong, but Dante was not going to let up. He only intensified his actions the more Beatrice's reactions grew more and more exaggerated until he could feel her entire body shudder like a vibrating phone. 

Beatrice helplessly lay on the bed for about a minute or two, twitching lightly as she opened and closed her legs repeatedly. Dante watched triumphantly from the side with a look of satisfaction on his face. 

When Beatrice finally relaxed and began panting to catch her breath, he slowly undressed and revealed his muscular body that was beyond merely 'toned' due to his great increase in body stats. 

Not to mention, positioned right beside Beatrice's face due to her position on the cough was his rod which was throbbing from arousal. After all, foreplay with your girl until she came was enough to get even a partial asexual going, much less a healthy young man like Dante.