Chapter 736 – "The Last Pour" (18+)
The four women hung in the soft glow of the lantern light, their chests still rising and falling from the force of the previous round. Their skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, the muscles in their thighs and stomachs twitching faintly from the aftershocks.
The tentacles still held them aloft — not as tight as before, but firm enough that none could slip away.
Alex leaned back slightly, one arm resting casually along the edge of the bed, his gaze moving over each of them in turn. Mei Lian, still pressed to his chest, shivered faintly when his hand trailed up her spine. Ru Yan's head was tipped forward, strands of hair clinging to her damp cheeks. Shui Yun's lips were parted, drawing in slow, shaky breaths. Yan Zhi, though her eyes were half-lidded, still held the faintest trace of composure — and he intended to take that from her completely.
"Not finished," Alex murmured, his voice steady but low enough that they had to strain to hear it. "But this time… slower."
The tentacles obeyed immediately.
The ones filling Mei Lian began to move in long, deliberate strokes — pressing deep, pausing for a breath, then drawing back with a slow, slick pull. Each motion made her body tremble, the slower pace forcing her to feel every inch.
For Ru Yan, the tentacles in her pussy and ass began to twist and curl, stretching her in languid, patient spirals that made her toes curl with every rotation. She bit her lip, trying to muffle the small, helpless sounds building in her throat.
Shui Yun whimpered softly as the coils inside her moved with the same unhurried rhythm, each push deep and steady, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing for a heartbeat before being filled again.
Yan Zhi's eyes fluttered when the tentacles inside her changed their motion, rolling in a way that massaged every sensitive spot, making her lips part in a slow, silent gasp.
Alex's hands roamed Mei Lian's body, his fingers brushing along the curve of her breast before circling her nipple lazily. He kissed her deeply, letting the tentacle inside her keep that measured, luxurious pace while his tongue worked against hers.
The room was filled with quiet — not the frantic cries from before, but soft, drawn-out moans and sighs as the steady rhythm drew them higher without rushing. The tentacles stroked, filled, and caressed every part of them, the sensation building in a slow burn rather than a sudden blaze.
Alex knew exactly what he was doing — this wasn't about breaking them quickly. This was about savoring them, stretching every second until the anticipation became unbearable.
And from the way each of their bodies strained subtly against the bindings, the way their breathing deepened and their lips trembled… they were already close to breaking all over again.
In their minds, the pace had transformed the experience.
No longer the frenzied, breathless pounding of before, it was almost like a massage — one designed to soothe… and to corrupt. The tentacles moved like skilled hands, pressing in just the right spots, withdrawing slowly, then easing back in with perfect, deliberate pressure.
Every deep, languid thrust was matched with a curl or twist that made muscles loosen and tighten at once. The sensation rolled through their bodies like warm waves, every stroke teasing them closer to that point where pleasure turned into something heavier, deeper.
Mei Lian melted into Alex's arms, her head against his shoulder, her soft moans vibrating against his skin. Ru Yan's lips parted in a sigh each time the tentacles inside her pressed against her most sensitive spots, her body shivering in the bindings. Shui Yun's lashes fluttered with each slow, filling thrust, her fingers curling against the coils that held her. Yan Zhi, for once, stopped fighting the sounds building in her throat — her quiet gasps escaping without restraint.
The rhythm stayed steady… until Alex's eyes met each of theirs in turn.
That silent command was all it took — the tentacles began to move just a little deeper, just a little firmer, the pace still slow but now carrying the weight of inevitability. The sensation swelled, built, coiled tighter and tighter inside them.
Mei Lian's fingers clung to Alex's arm. Ru Yan's head tilted back. Shui Yun's legs trembled in their bindings. Yan Zhi's eyes shut fully, her lips forming his name in a hushed whisper.
And then the crest came — slowly, inexorably, until it broke.
Mei Lian's voice rose first, a long, trembling moan spilling from her lips as she pulsed around the tentacle inside her. Ru Yan's body arched as the wave swept through her, her cry soft but unbroken. Shui Yun's release rolled over her like a slow quake, her mouth open in a silent gasp. Yan Zhi shuddered in complete surrender, the climax stealing her breath entirely.
At that exact moment, Alex exhaled deeply, his own release spilling inside Mei Lian in hot, slow pulses. The tentacles followed suit, each tip twitching as they released together — filling every woman completely until the warmth overflowed, running down their trembling bodies.
They stayed like that for a long breath, held in the coils, their bodies slack with exhaustion.
Only then did the tentacles begin to withdraw, loosening their grip and lowering each woman gently onto the bed. One by one, Alex laid Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, and Yan Zhi beside the sleeping Yu Mei, Fei Xue, and Ling Hua, arranging them with the same quiet care as before.
He stood over them for a moment, his gaze soft, the heat of earlier now replaced by something warmer, quieter. Several tentacles extended once more — this time only to brush over their faces, tucking stray strands of hair away, stroking cheeks and temples with feather-light affection.
Eight women slept there now, their breathing even, their expressions peaceful.
Alex smiled faintly. "Rest well," he murmured.
And the room finally fell into stillness.
Chapter 737 – "The Last Flower"
The room was quiet now, save for the soft, even breathing of the eight women resting together on the bed. Alex's gaze lingered on them for a moment, then shifted to the only one still awake.
Jin Rou.
She stood a few paces away, her eyes fixed on him, her expression unreadable — but in the low, warm light, there was a glint there that spoke of certainty.
Alex didn't call her forward. He didn't extend a single tentacle. He simply stood, waiting.
Her bare feet moved silently across the floor, one step at a time. The swish of her robes was the only sound until her hands rose to the sash at her waist. She pulled it loose with a slow, fluid motion, letting the silk fall soundlessly to the floor.
Her next step brought her closer.
She reached up to her shoulder and slid the outer robe down one arm, then the other, the fabric gliding off her skin until it pooled around her feet.
Another step forward.
Her fingers moved to the ties of her inner garment, loosening them with deliberate care. The thin fabric parted down the center, revealing the curve of her breasts and the smooth plane of her stomach. She slipped the garment off her shoulders, letting it join the rest on the floor.
Only her final layer remained — a thin strip of cloth tied at her hips. She stopped, meeting his eyes, and without breaking the gaze, hooked her thumbs into the waistband. The fabric slid down the length of her legs, baring her completely.
Her hips swayed slightly as she closed the last bit of distance, the heat of her bare skin radiating as she came to a halt directly in front of him.
They were only inches apart now, the stillness between them charged with unspoken intent.
Alex moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze never left Jin Rou.
She stepped closer, lowering herself gracefully until she knelt between his legs. The glow of the lanterns painted her bare skin in warm tones, her hair falling forward over her shoulders as she looked up at him.
Her eyes shifted downward, focusing on his shaft, already thick and hard before her. A faint, playful smile curved her lips.
"Honored guest," she murmured, her tone slipping into the practiced sweetness of a courtesan, "can your dragon… bloom like a flower?"
Alex's mouth curved in answer — a slow, knowing smile. "It can."
She tilted her head, curiosity bright in her gaze. "Then… show me."
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down with one hand. His fingers moved to the base, and with a subtle flex, the outer layer of skin began to part — smooth, seamless, as if a sheath were unfurling.
The pale flesh peeled back in four symmetrical folds, opening to reveal the core within.
It was a rich pinkish-red, slick with heat, the inner texture almost like velvet, glistening faintly in the light. The resemblance to a flower in full bloom was uncanny — not fragile, but alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing.
Jin Rou's eyes widened slightly, the corners of her lips lifting in intrigue. "Beautiful," she whispered, the word leaving her before she could think to hide it.
Alex's smile deepened. "And yours to taste, if you wish."
She leaned forward, the scent of heat and musk reaching her as she came closer, her breath ghosting over the soft, living folds of the exposed core.
Jin Rou inched closer, her lips parting as her warm breath caressed the exposed petals of his dragon. The inner folds quivered faintly under her breath, the slick, velvet-like texture catching the lantern light in soft glints.
She extended her tongue, letting the very tip make the first contact — a slow, deliberate stroke along one inner fold. The taste was faintly salty, warm, and alive beneath her tongue.
Her eyes flicked upward to gauge his reaction, and when she saw the subtle tightening of his jaw, her lips curved in satisfaction.
She leaned in again, this time dragging her tongue more firmly along the inner edge, following the curve until she reached the center. The warmth there was more intense, the faint pulse of blood and heat giving it a life of its own.
With slow, unhurried care, she began tracing each petal in turn, her tongue moving in languid swirls and strokes, tasting every surface. She alternated between feather-light touches that made the petals twitch and deeper, wetter licks that left them glistening in her wake.
"Mm…" she murmured softly, the vibration of her voice sending a faint shiver through him. "So soft… yet so full of power."
Alex's hand rested lightly atop her head, his fingers threading through her hair, not guiding her but letting her know he was watching closely.
Jin Rou shifted position, bracing one hand on his thigh for balance as she leaned forward to explore the very center of the bloom — where the heat was at its peak. Her tongue pressed flat against it, savoring the slick, yielding texture before swirling in a slow circle.
The petals quivered under her touch, responding to her every motion. She closed her lips around one inner fold, drawing it in gently, sucking just enough to pull another reaction from him.
Bit by bit, her movements grew bolder, her licks deeper, her pace still slow but carrying the promise of something much hotter to come.
When she finally pulled back slightly, her lips and tongue glistened, and her eyes had taken on a darker, hungrier gleam.
"Still blooming," she whispered with a faint, knowing smirk.
Alex's own smile was calm but edged with heat. "Then keep tending it… until it's in full bloom."
Jin Rou's smirk deepened as she shifted closer, her knees pressing against the bedframe for support. One hand slid to the base of his dragon, her fingers curling around the thick stem just below the parted petals. She lowered her head slowly, her lips brushing the inner folds before parting to take them inside.
The warmth of her mouth enveloped him instantly, the slick petals pressing against her tongue as she eased deeper. Her lips stretched around the bloom's shape, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew him in with steady suction.
Alex exhaled slowly, his fingers threading deeper into her hair, watching as the tip of his length disappeared between her lips.
At first, her movements were patient — drawing back just far enough for the petals to brush her lips before sliding down again, her tongue swirling along the way. She savored every inch, tasting the inner core while her hand stroked the base in slow counterpoint.
The bloom responded under her attention, the petals flexing subtly each time her tongue curled around them.
Gradually, her pace quickened. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet space, mingling with the faint hums in her throat as she worked him deeper. Each stroke became smoother, wetter, the suction stronger. Her tongue moved with purpose now, lapping at the most sensitive spot in the center with every downward motion.
Alex's breathing deepened, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. The pulse in the bloom grew stronger, each beat sending a subtle shiver through the petals in her mouth.
Jin Rou sensed it — the way the heat swelled, the way his muscles tensed. She pushed further, taking him all the way until the petals pressed against the back of her throat, her nose brushing his skin. She stayed there for a heartbeat, swallowing around him, before pulling back with a slick sound and plunging down again.
Her rhythm turned relentless — fast, deep, and wet, each movement driving him closer to the edge. The petals quivered in her mouth, the center throbbing harder with every pass of her tongue.
And then, with one final, deep stroke, the bloom shuddered in her mouth.
The petals flared fully open in climax, releasing in thick, hot pulses that flooded her throat. Jin Rou swallowed without hesitation, her eyes locking on his as she took every drop, her throat working steadily until the last twitch faded.
Only then did she pull back slowly, letting the petals slip from her lips, still glistening from her mouth.
She licked her lips, her voice a low, satisfied murmur. "Fully bloomed."
Chapter 738 – "The Last Service"
Alex leaned back on the bed, his dragon still in its "bloomed" form, the inner petals glistening faintly under the lantern light. Jin Rou rose gracefully from her knees, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she stepped forward to straddle him.
The heat between her thighs brushed against the open, slick folds of his shaft, drawing a soft, anticipatory breath from her lips.
She guided herself lower, the petals parting further as her entrance pressed against them. The warmth of her body met his in a slow, deliberate push until the bloom was fully sheathed inside her.
Her head tipped back slightly, her breath catching at the deep, enveloping sensation. "Mmm… it's like you're blooming inside me," she murmured, voice thick with pleasure.
After a moment, she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "Honored guest… can you do something special for me?"
His hand slid along the curve of her back. "What is it you want?"
Her gaze met his, eyes bright with a daring glint. "I want you to make… only one egg inside your dragon. And then… place it into my uterus."
Alex's mouth curved into a faint smile. "I can do that."
She drew in a sharp, quiet breath at his answer, her hips grinding faintly against him. "Truly?"
He nodded, his voice low but steady. "I'll form it inside my testicles, from my own seed… then I'll send it up, through the bloom, and place it deep inside you."
Jin Rou shivered at the image his words painted, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter. "Then… do it."
Alex's hands settled firmly on Jin Rou's hips, holding her in place as he began to move inside her. The bloom of his shaft flexed and shifted with each slow thrust, the inner petals caressing her walls in deep, deliberate strokes.
Jin Rou's eyes half-closed, her breath catching at every motion. The sensation was unlike anything she'd felt before — each movement felt alive, the petals stroking her from within, warm and supple yet carrying a subtle, steady strength.
Her body rocked with the rhythm he set, not fast, but purposeful, every push carrying a deep heat that spread through her core. She could feel the faint, pulsing energy of him — and beneath it, something… forming.
Alex's voice was low, almost a growl. "It's beginning."
She shivered, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest. "I can feel it…"
Inside him, his seed churned and condensed, his control shaping it into something larger, denser — a single, perfect egg. The process sent a slow wave of heat up through the length of his dragon, the petals tightening briefly around themselves before flaring open again as he thrust.
Jin Rou gasped softly, her head lowering until her forehead rested against his. "It's getting warmer… and heavier… I can feel it moving closer."
His grip on her hips tightened, his pace still unhurried but deep, the bloom's petals flexing more firmly with each stroke. "Almost ready," he murmured, his tone edged with the strain of control.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes locking on his. "When you send it… I want you to push it as deep as you can."
He smirked faintly. "I intend to."
Her inner walls quivered around him, her body responding instinctively to the growing presence within the bloom. Every slow thrust sent a faint, rolling pressure deeper into her, the anticipation making her thighs tremble.
Alex's breath grew heavier, the pulse of heat inside his dragon reaching its peak. "It's complete… ready to be placed."
Jin Rou's nails dug lightly into his shoulders, her voice a whisper heavy with need. "Then give it to me… now."
Alex drew her down onto him fully, the bloom's petals spreading wide inside her, sealing them together so not a breath of space remained. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her there as the heat within him swelled.
Jin Rou's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing sharp and uneven. "It's… pressing deeper…"
Inside his shaft, the single egg — smooth, warm, and perfectly formed — began to rise. The petals flexed faintly as it moved upward, pushed by the slow, steady contractions of his length. She could feel it approaching, the growing pressure brushing against every sensitive point along the way.
Her voice trembled. "It's almost there… I can feel it coming…"
Alex's own breath deepened, his jaw tightening as he pushed the egg higher, guiding it toward her womb. The warmth radiating from it was intense, almost liquid, spreading through the petals and into her core.
And then — with one deep, steady thrust — it breached the final point.
Jin Rou gasped sharply, her entire body tightening around him as the rounded shape slipped past her innermost barrier and nestled into the warm cradle of her uterus. The sensation was unlike any climax — it was heavier, fuller, a deep satisfaction that made her toes curl and her thighs press instinctively closer around his hips.
Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, her voice a shuddering whisper. "It's inside… I can feel it sitting there… so warm…"
Alex held her close, keeping himself fully buried as he let the bloom flex one last time, sealing the egg in place. The sensation of release was powerful even for him — not the frantic rush of spilling seed, but the steady, controlled satisfaction of giving something whole.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their breathing — hers soft and uneven, his slow and steady — as the heat between them lingered.
Finally, Jin Rou lifted her head, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with a strange, soft pride. "My honored guest… your flower has truly bloomed for me."
Alex smirked faintly. "And now, it's planted where it belongs."
She leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, the connection between them sealed as surely as the egg within her.
Chapter 739 – "The Bloom's Harvest"
Jin Rou was still straddling him, her body clinging warmly to his, the first egg resting deep inside her womb. But when she finally caught her breath, a playful, hungry glint entered her eyes.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "It's not enough…"
Alex arched a brow. "Not enough?"
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her voice low but brimming with need. "I want more. Fill me with them. Give me as many as you can make."
His smirk was slow, deliberate. "Then hold on to me… and don't let go."
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he shifted his focus inward. Heat began to build low in his body, his testicles working in steady, powerful contractions — but instead of spilling seed freely, the energy condensed, shaping itself over and over into smooth, perfect eggs.
Jin Rou gasped softly when the first of them began to rise through his shaft. She felt it travel along the bloom's core, pressing outward faintly against her walls before sliding deeper into her.
And then another.
And another.
They came in a slow, rhythmic stream, each one slipping past her innermost gate and joining the growing warmth in her womb. The sensation was overwhelming — not sharp like an orgasm, but heavy, full, and deep, each arrival making her draw in a shivering breath.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her voice trembling. "More… please, more…"
Alex obliged without hesitation. His length pulsed faintly with each contraction, sending another egg into her, and another, the steady rhythm never breaking. Her body shifted to accommodate them, her inner muscles quivering as the space within her stretched.
Soon the weight inside her became visible — her once-flat belly beginning to round under the growing load. She looked down with wide, awed eyes as the gentle swell became more pronounced.
Alex kept going. The eggs slid into her in a constant, measured flow, her belly rising with each one until the curve was unmistakable, taut and full beneath her skin.
By the time the pace finally slowed, she was breathing heavily, her belly distended in a way that made her look months into pregnancy. Her hands moved instinctively to cradle the swell, her expression a mix of amazement and bliss.
"It's… so full," she whispered, stroking the firm curve of her stomach. "I can feel every one of them inside…"
Alex's hand joined hers, resting over the stretched skin, the heat of his palm grounding her in the moment. "Exactly as you asked."
Alex's hand stayed over Jin Rou's swollen belly for a moment longer, feeling the subtle movement of the eggs within her. Then his eyes lifted to hers, his voice low but certain.
"They should be settled… so they stay exactly where I've placed them."
Her lips curved faintly, her breathing still uneven. "Then… settle them."
He tightened his grip on her hips and began to move again — slow, deliberate thrusts that pushed the bloom's petals deep against the base of her womb. Each motion was measured, not with the force of urgency but with the weight of purpose, the kind of rhythm that pressed the eggs snugly into place.
Jin Rou's head tilted back, her mouth parting in a quiet moan at the deep, rolling pressure. The sensation wasn't sharp but thick and filling, every stroke sending a faint pulse through the mass inside her. Her hands remained over her belly, feeling the subtle shift each time his bloom pushed against her from within.
Alex kept the pace unhurried, the petals flexing on the way out, then folding gently inward as he pushed back in, brushing over every sensitive spot before sealing against her deepest point again.
"You're… planting them," she murmured between breaths, her voice shaking with each thrust.
"Yes," he replied, his tone calm but threaded with heat. "And making sure they'll never leave you."
The intimate rhythm continued, the sound of slick movement blending with the soft, breathless noises spilling from her lips. The connection between them felt total — her swollen belly pressing against his lower abdomen with each meeting of their hips, his bloom's petals stroking her from every angle.
The warmth began to build again in his core, a familiar but gentler rising heat. The petals inside her quivered slightly with each contraction, the sensation telegraphing what was about to come.
Jin Rou's eyes met his, the corners of her lips lifting in anticipation. "Bloom for me… one more time."
Alex's final thrust was deep and steady, the petals flaring fully open inside her. The center of the bloom pulsed, releasing thick, hot streams of semen — not as a single flood, but in a series of long, steady bursts. The fluid spread through her, coating the eggs already resting in her womb, the sensation almost like being dusted with warmth.
It was as if the bloom itself had scattered pollen, sealing his work with the final act of planting.
Jin Rou shivered from head to toe, her eyes half-lidded as a blissful calm settled over her. "Now… they feel complete."
Alex stayed inside her for a long moment, the last traces of heat fading as the petals slowly folded back toward their resting shape, still nestled deep within her.
Chapter 740 – "Morning in Full Bloom"
When the final tremors faded from her body, Jin Rou's breathing slowed, her head resting against Alex's chest. The warmth of his arms around her and the steady beat of his heart lulled her into a deep, peaceful slumber.
Alex didn't move her to lie with the other eight. Instead, he stayed where he was on the bed, one arm wrapped securely around her back, the other resting over the gentle rise and fall of her swollen belly. In that quiet, the room felt warmer, more intimate — the air heavy with the lingering scent of the night's passion.
The lanterns burned low, their glow softening until the room faded into darkness.
Hours passed, and the first pale light of dawn slipped between the curtains.
One by one, the women stirred. Yu Mei was the first to blink awake, stretching slowly before turning her head. Fei Xue followed, then Ling Hua, Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, and Yan Zhi — all yawning softly, their movements languid from the night before.
It wasn't until they sat up and looked around that they noticed Jin Rou still asleep in Alex's arms. And then they saw it — the pronounced swell of her belly.
Gasps went around the room.
"Jin Rou…?" Yu Mei's voice was hesitant, her eyes wide.
Ru Yan's brows furrowed. "That… wasn't there last night."
Shui Yun glanced from Jin Rou to Alex and back again. "Did you…?"
Before any suspicion could take root, Jin Rou stirred at the sound of their voices. Her lashes fluttered open, and she gave a small, content smile before sitting up slowly — Alex's arm still around her.
"I know what you're thinking," she said softly, her voice calm but a little sleepy. "It's not what it looks like."
The others waited, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
Jin Rou placed both hands over her belly, her smile turning faintly proud. "These aren't… babies, not yet. They're eggs — ones he made for me, special, and placed here."
There was a pause, the room utterly still.
Mei Lian's lips parted slightly. "He… can do that?"
Jin Rou nodded. "Yes. I asked him to. Every one of them is his… and mine now."
The tension in the air shifted, the shock melting into a mix of wonder and quiet envy.
Alex stirred beside Jin Rou, his eyes opening slowly to see all eight of the other women gathered around the bed. Their expressions ranged from curious to expectant, and it was clear they were waiting for him to speak.
Yu Mei crossed her arms lightly, her tone even but edged with interest. "Alex… care to explain?"
Alex sat up a little, his arm still loosely around Jin Rou's waist, his gaze sweeping over the group. "It's simple," he began. "I created those eggs in the shape of my testicles, using my own sperm as the base."
Several of them blinked at that, taken aback by the bluntness.
Fei Xue raised a brow. "And you can… just do that?"
He gave a small shrug. "I have a technique — one I've developed and refined. It allows me to condense my essence into solid form and shape it as I wish. In this case… eggs."
Ling Hua's gaze dropped briefly to Jin Rou's belly before returning to him. "And why give them to her?"
Alex's expression softened as he glanced down at Jin Rou. "Because she's a beast tamer. Each egg I've created contains the essence of a powerful beast — varied in species and abilities. When they hatch, they'll bond to her completely. Loyal until death… willing to lay down their lives for her if needed."
The room went quiet for a moment.
Shui Yun tilted her head slightly. "So they're not just… symbolic?"
"No," Alex said plainly. "They're real. Living within her now. They'll grow until they're ready to emerge, and when they do, they'll obey her as their one and only master."
Mei Lian's eyes lit faintly with intrigue. "That's… actually incredible."
Ru Yan smirked a little. "And dangerous. Giving one of us a personal army like that."
Jin Rou's fingers stroked over her belly, her tone warm. "They'll serve me — and through me, they'll serve all of us. They're ours as much as they're mine."
The tension eased, but a certain spark passed through the group — a mix of awe, curiosity, and something more personal.
Alex leaned back slightly, his arm still resting behind Jin Rou, and continued, "As for how I created those eggs… it wasn't just a matter of shaping my sperm. I used the magic of life itself as the foundation, then intertwined it with the Law of Parasites and the Law of Mana."
That statement seemed to freeze the room for a moment.
Ling Hua blinked. "Magic of life? Law of… parasites?"
Shui Yun frowned slightly, tilting her head. "What do parasites have to do with eggs for beasts?"
Even Fei Xue's brows drew together, her calm expression shifting to one of mild confusion. "Mana I can understand… but the rest?"
Only Yu Mei didn't look surprised. She smiled faintly, leaning forward with her hands folded in her lap. "I'll explain. The Law of Parasites isn't about weakness or harm — not in his hands. It's about creating a perfect bond between a host and what lives inside them. A parasite, in its truest sense, adapts to its host completely. It can draw from them, and in return, change them."
Yan Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly. "And you're saying that's… good?"
Yu Mei nodded. "When Alex combines it with the magic of life, the 'parasite' becomes more like a symbiote — something that shares power instead of stealing it. The eggs he created carry that connection from the moment they exist. When they hatch, the beasts won't just obey Jin Rou — they'll be linked to her essence. They'll know her thoughts, her moods, even her desires."
Ru Yan's eyes widened slightly. "So they'd act before she even gives an order?"
"Exactly," Yu Mei said simply. "That's what the Law of Parasites can do in the hands of someone who understands it."
Jin Rou stroked her belly again, her smile thoughtful. "No wonder… they already feel like a part of me."
Alex added quietly, "And the Law of Mana ensures that they'll have a constant flow of energy from the moment they hatch. They won't need years to grow strong — they'll be born ready to fight."
The room fell silent again, the weight of his words settling over them. Even those who didn't fully understand the laws could feel their significance.