Chapter 1026 – Morning Light (18+)
The pale glow of dawn spilled across the ruined sheets, painting the room in soft gold. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and seed, the silence broken only by the slow, shallow breathing of the three girls curled against him.
Ying Hua and Lian Yuer lay side by side, their small hands still clasped together even in sleep, their bodies trembling faintly as they dreamed. Their faces carried the same expression — exhaustion mingled with faint smiles, proof of their worship even in unconsciousness.
Yuka stirred first.
Her black eyes opened slowly, hazy at first, then clear as they fixed on Alex's face. She blinked, her lips curving into a soft smile — not the hungry grin of last night, but something gentler, purer.
Without hesitation, she slid upward and wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing her cheek against him. Her body was weak, trembling from the ordeal, but her embrace was warm and tender.
"Father…" she whispered, her voice still hoarse but filled with affection rather than frenzy. "That was… very good role play."
Her words carried a teasing lilt, but her eyes shone with genuine kindness. For a moment, the Archangel who had gagged and fainted in endless worship was gone, replaced by a daughter simply holding her father with love.
She nuzzled against him softly, sighing with contentment. "You're perfect… no matter how hard you are with us, I'll always love you. Last night… was beautiful."
Her fingers traced faint lines across his chest, gentle, reverent. "You made them yours completely. You made me yours again. Thank you for letting us show you how much we belong."
The sheets rustled faintly as Ying Hua stirred beside them, her black eyes opening halfway. She looked at her sister clinging to Alex and gave a faint smile of approval before letting her eyes drift closed again, too exhausted to speak.
Lian Yuer murmured in her sleep, her voice a trembling whisper: "Father…" before sinking deeper into rest.
Yuka giggled softly at her sisters, then kissed Alex's chest with a playful but tender press of her lips. "They'll need time to wake… but I don't. I want to stay like this for a while. Just holding you."
Her words hung in the quiet morning air, her embrace unyielding yet filled with warmth.
For the first time since the night began, the world was still.
The silence of dawn lingered in the room, broken only by the slow breaths of Ying Hua and Lian Yuer as they slept deeply, their small hands still clasped together in unconscious unity.
Yuka remained curled against Alex's chest, her black eyes glowing with warmth. She looked so different now — not the relentless Archangel who had gagged herself into unconsciousness, but a daughter resting in the comfort of his arms.
Her lips brushed his skin, leaving soft kisses across his chest.
"Father…" she whispered, her voice quiet so as not to disturb her sisters. "I love you. I don't ever want to stop showing you."
Her hand slid lower, gentle and deliberate, wrapping around the thickness of his cock where it rested heavy against his thigh. Her touch was soft, reverent, more like an embrace than a grasp. She nuzzled his chest again, her smile tender as her fingers began to stroke him with slow care.
"Even while they sleep," she murmured, glancing at her sisters with fondness. "I can keep serving you. Just me and you… quietly, gently."
She shifted lower beneath the sheets, her lips following the path her hand had already traced. Every kiss down his stomach was unhurried, filled with a kind of patient devotion — as though she wanted to savor each inch of him.
When she reached his cock, her lips pressed against the tip with a soft kiss before parting. Her tongue slid out, caressing him slowly, lovingly, in long strokes that sent a faint tremor through her body.
"Father…" she breathed against him. "Even if it's just me this morning, I'll make you feel everything again."
She wrapped her mouth around him, careful not to moan too loudly, her throat still raw from the night before. Instead of the frenzied worship of her trance, this was slow, deliberate, gentle — a daughter pleasing her father with pure, intimate love.
The wet sounds were muffled beneath the sheets as she bobbed her head softly, swallowing him down at her own pace, her black eyes never leaving his face. Her hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the tip, every movement filled with care.
On the bed beside them, Ying Hua stirred faintly, her lips curling into the faintest smile even in sleep, as though she could sense what was happening. Lian Yuer let out a soft whimper, pressing closer to her sister, but neither woke.
Yuka drew back slowly, licking her lips, her voice hushed and filled with warmth:
"This… is just for us. A quiet morning, while they rest. Let me be your mouth again, Father… but this time, with love instead of frenzy."
And she took him back into her mouth, her gentle worship beginning anew.
The room was silent except for the faint creak of the bed and the soft, wet sounds of Yuka's lips.
She moved with slow, deliberate care — her mouth sliding down Alex's cock, her throat straining but steady, her hand stroking the base to keep the rhythm smooth. Every breath, every swallow was measured, gentle, quiet enough not to wake the sisters resting just an arm's length away.
Her black eyes shone faintly as she gazed up at him, filled with tenderness. This wasn't the crazed trance of last night, nor the ritualistic frenzy of endless worship — this was a daughter's gentle devotion, pure and focused.
"Father…" she whispered around his cock, her voice muffled but clear, "let me have it… all of it… just for me."
She pressed deeper, her throat opening, taking him slowly to the root. Her nose brushed his stomach, her black hair spilling across his thighs. Her gag reflex twitched, but she held steady, swallowing around him until he groaned softly above her.
That sound was her reward.
Her lips curved into a faint smile as she pulled back, licking him lovingly before diving down again, her pace quickening, her throat working harder to draw him to his peak.
On the bed, Ying Hua shifted in her sleep, a faint moan slipping from her lips. Lian Yuer whimpered and pressed closer to her sister, still dreaming. Neither woke — their exhaustion too deep.
Yuka's eyes fluttered shut as she focused entirely on him, her body trembling from the effort. Her cheeks flushed, her throat burned, but her devotion only deepened. She moaned softly around his cock, the vibrations running down his shaft, coaxing him closer and closer.
Her hand squeezed tighter, her lips sealed perfectly around him, her tongue caressing with steady strokes. She wanted this — to end the night and begin the morning with him inside her, filling her again, but in silence, in love.
And then, with a deep groan, Alex released.
Thick streams of seed burst into her mouth, hot and endless. Yuka moaned as she swallowed frantically, gulp after gulp disappearing down her throat. Her eyes watered, her body shuddered, but she didn't spill a drop — not this time. Every wave of his climax she drank eagerly, her hands pressing against his thighs as though to keep herself anchored.
Her throat convulsed, her chest heaved, but still she swallowed until it was done. Only then did she pull back slowly, opening her mouth to show him it was empty — then licking her lips with a trembling smile.
She crawled up his body, kissing his chest softly, her voice quiet and full of warmth:
"Good morning, Father… thank you for letting me have you… while they rest."
She laid her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly, her hand resting on his chest. Her body was trembling, but her eyes were glowing with peace.
The two sisters beside them slept on, unaware, their bodies still weak from the night.
And in the quiet dawn, Yuka closed her eyes with a smile, whispering one last time before drifting into a light doze:
"I swallowed everything… all yours… always yours…"
Chapter 1027 – The Shy Will (18+)
The morning light streamed softly through the curtains, casting a golden haze across the ruined sheets. Ying Hua, Lian Yuer, and Yuka still slept beside Alex, their small bodies curled against him in exhaustion, their breathing steady and faint.
The silence broke with a gentle knock, followed by the soft creak of the door.
Ye Ling stepped inside.
Her black hair framed her delicate face, her green eyes glowing faintly like dew in the morning sun. She moved with the same shy grace that had always marked her presence — hesitant, almost fragile, yet unwavering once she chose to act.
She stopped a few steps from the bed, her gaze flickering to the sight of Alex surrounded by his sleeping women. A blush rose to her cheeks, and she lowered her eyes, fidgeting with the hem of her robe.
"…Alex," she said softly, her voice trembling.
He looked up at her, calm, steady.
Her lips pressed together before she finally confessed: "I… I've never had sex with you before."
The words came out fragile, but they hung in the air with weight.
She let her robe slide off her shoulders, pooling silently around her ankles. Her bare form was revealed — pale, slender, with a quiet, natural beauty that radiated innocence. Her chest rose and fell with each nervous breath, but she didn't look away.
"I know you already have so many women," she continued, her voice quiet, her cheeks red. "I've seen how much they love you… and how much you love them. I never felt jealous… only… only that I wanted to feel it too."
Her green eyes lifted to meet his, shimmering with sincerity. "Alex… please. Take me too. I want to belong to you, like they do."
Her hands clutched at the edge of the bed, her body trembling, but her words carried no hesitation. She had stepped past her shyness — and now, she offered herself completely.
The morning was still. The other women slept.
And Ye Ling stood before Alex, waiting to be claimed.
Ye Ling's robe lay crumpled at her feet, her slender body trembling in the soft morning light. Her green eyes, shy yet resolute, stayed locked on Alex as her words echoed in the room:
"Alex… please. Take me too. I want to belong to you, like they do."
He rose from the bed slowly, careful not to disturb the sisters still asleep, and stepped toward her. His presence filled the space between them until she had to tilt her head back to keep looking at him.
Her breath caught in her throat when his hand lifted, brushing a strand of her black hair behind her ear. The touch was gentle, reverent, and she leaned into it instinctively.
"Ye Ling," he said softly, his voice steady, absolute. "You've always belonged to me. But if you want me to claim you fully… I will."
Her lips trembled into a faint, relieved smile, her green eyes shimmering with emotion. "Yes… please… I've waited for this…"
Alex reached into his storage and withdrew a ring — a band of silver-white metal etched with faint runes of light. He took her trembling hand and slid it onto her finger.
The moment it touched her skin, she gasped, a shiver running through her body. The ring pulsed faintly, syncing to her heartbeat, binding her as his. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes.
"I'll wear it forever," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm yours now… completely."
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. At first she froze, startled by the sudden closeness, but then her body melted into his, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with soft desperation.
The kiss deepened, and soon Alex lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her to the bed. Ying Hua, Lian Yuer, and Yuka shifted faintly in their sleep but didn't wake as he laid Ye Ling down among them, her pale body glowing against the sheets.
Her legs parted instinctively, trembling, her chest rising and falling quickly as she looked up at him. "Please… be gentle… it's my first time…"
Alex climbed over her, his warmth pressing against her as he kissed her again — slower this time, reassuring, steady. His hand caressed her thigh, trailing upward, until she gasped softly at the sensation of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Alex…" she whispered, her voice almost breaking, "I'm ready."
He pushed forward slowly.
Her body tensed, her back arching as he stretched her tight pussy inch by inch. Her hands clutched the sheets, her green eyes wide and wet as a cry slipped from her lips — pain mixing with overwhelming joy.
"Ah—!" she gasped, tears spilling. "It hurts… but… it feels… so right…"
Alex kissed her cheek, her temple, her lips, soothing her with gentle murmurs as he pressed deeper, finally sinking fully inside her. The moment he was seated within her womb, Ye Ling let out a sobbing moan, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
"I'm yours… Alex… finally yours…"
He began to move, slow and steady, giving her time to adjust. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, trembling with every thrust, but gradually the pain eased into pleasure. Her soft gasps grew louder, her cries shifting into moans.
"Yes… yes… oh gods…" she whimpered, her nails digging lightly into his back. "Please… don't stop… make me yours completely…"
His pace quickened slightly, still careful but more firm now, filling her again and again. The wet sounds of their union mixed with her desperate cries, her body arching against his as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.
"Alex…!" she moaned, her voice breaking as her pussy tightened violently. "I'm cumming—!"
Her climax ripped through her, her body convulsing beneath him as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Her moans filled the room, pure and broken, the sound of a woman giving herself for the first time.
Alex groaned, thrusting deep one final time, and released inside her womb. Hot seed spilled into her, flooding her completely. Ye Ling screamed softly, her voice trembling with ecstasy as she felt him fill her, her back arching off the bed before collapsing again, trembling and weak.
Her green eyes fluttered, glassy with tears, her lips curved into a blissful smile as she whispered:
"Thank you… Alex… for making me yours…"
She clutched the ring on her finger with one hand, holding it to her chest as his seed dripped from her, proof of their bond.
Ye Ling lay trembling beneath Alex, her green eyes hazy with tears and pleasure. His warmth still lingered deep inside her, their bodies pressed together in the afterglow of her first climax.
Her hands clutched at him weakly, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. For a long moment, she said nothing — only closed her eyes, letting herself feel the weight of him, the reality that she had been claimed.
Then, slowly, she reached for her left hand. Her fingers touched the silver-white ring resting snug around her finger.
The instant her fingertips brushed against it, her eyes welled again. She pulled the hand to her chest, pressing the ring over her heart as if holding onto the most sacred treasure in existence.
"…Alex," she whispered softly, her voice trembling but tender. "You gave me this… before you even touched me… because I was already yours."
He brushed her damp hair back from her face, kissing her temple gently. She closed her eyes at the touch, sighing with relief.
Her lips curved into a shy smile, her blush spreading across her cheeks. "It still feels unreal… but I'm happy. So happy… that I don't know if I'll wake up from this dream."
She shifted slightly beneath him, her legs curling tighter around his waist, not wanting him to pull away. The mix of soreness and fullness made her body tremble, but she embraced it, holding him as if letting go would break the moment.
"I was always watching… Ciel, Morgan, the sisters… all of them shining in your love." Her green eyes lifted to his, glowing with sincerity. "And I thought… I was too shy, too quiet, too unworthy to stand among them. But you…" She pressed her ringed hand against his chest. "…you made me believe otherwise."
Her voice cracked, tears spilling freely now, but her smile only deepened. "Thank you for choosing me, Alex… thank you for giving me this place. I'll wear your ring forever. I'll carry your love forever."
Alex pulled her into a gentle embrace, his lips brushing her forehead. She melted into him instantly, burying her face in his chest as her body shivered with emotion.
The room was quiet again, save for the faint breaths of Ying Hua, Lian Yuer, and Yuka, who still slept peacefully beside them. But to Ye Ling, the world had narrowed to only this — her body still aching, her heart soaring, her soul finally settled in its place.
Her voice came out as a faint murmur against his skin, her eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion:
"Even if you never touched me again… this moment is enough to last a lifetime."
But as her fingers traced the ring one last time before sleep claimed her, the truth of her smile betrayed her — she wanted far more than just this once.
She wanted him always.
The room was warm with the glow of late morning. Outside, the world was quiet, but inside Alex's home, the air still smelled of sweat and devotion.
Ying Hua, Lian Yuer, and Yuka were still curled together in deep sleep, their soft breaths steady.
Ye Ling stirred faintly.
Her eyelashes fluttered before her green eyes opened, hazy at first, then slowly focusing on the man beside her. Alex's steady presence made her heart skip — the same way it had the moment she first confessed to him.
She realized her body still ached, her thighs damp with the faint trace of his seed. A soft gasp left her lips, the memory flooding back — her first time, his warmth filling her, the ring sliding onto her finger. She clutched at it instinctively, her chest swelling with joy.
"…Alex," she whispered, her cheeks already turning pink.
She thought he might still be asleep, but his gaze shifted to her, calm and steady. The way he looked at her made her body tremble all over again.
She bit her lip, her green eyes lowering, her voice trembling with hesitation. "I… I want it again."
Her words were almost inaudible, but the silence of the room carried them clearly.
Her blush deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears. She hid her face against his chest, whispering again: "Please… I know it's selfish, but I can't stop thinking about it. About you. About being filled by you again."
Her body moved on instinct, pressing closer, her leg brushing against his, her breasts pressed to his chest. Her green eyes lifted once more, shimmering with the same mixture of shyness and courage as before.
"Alex…" she said softly, her voice catching. "Claim me again. Not because it's my first… but because I want to feel you over and over. Until my body truly understands that I'm yours."
Her fingers trailed over the ring on her hand, then slid down to rest against his stomach, edging lower with hesitation. Her breath grew faster, her cheeks burning.
Her devotion had shifted — from shy surrender into the beginnings of craving.
And her plea hung in the air, trembling but insistent.
Alex shifted, rolling Ye Ling gently beneath him. Her breath caught, her green eyes widening as his weight pressed her into the sheets. The other girls still slept soundly, but her entire world narrowed to the man above her.
She bit her lip, trembling, but she didn't look away. "Alex… please… again…"
He kissed her softly, tender at first, then with a slow intensity that made her body melt beneath him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer as her legs spread instinctively to welcome him.
When his cock pressed against her entrance again, she gasped — her pussy still tender from their first union, but already wet with anticipation. The soreness mingled with a needy ache, her body betraying her shyness.
"Ahh—!" she cried as he pushed inside, stretching her once more. Her back arched, her nails digging lightly into his skin, her green eyes fluttering shut. "It's… deeper… than before…"
He began to move, his thrusts slow but firm, each one sinking deeper into her womb. Ye Ling moaned softly with every motion, her voice trembling as her body clung to him. The pain of the first time had faded — now every movement filled her with raw, overwhelming pleasure.
Her shy whispers spilled out between moans:
"Alex… yes… don't stop…"
"I love it… I love you inside me…"
"My body… it feels like it was waiting only for you…"
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to feel his warmth. Their lips met again, her moans muffled against his mouth as he thrust into her steadily, his cock stretching her tight pussy again and again.
The wet sounds grew louder, mingling with her cries. Her body shuddered as her climax built quickly, stronger than the first time.
"Alex—! I'm— I'm cumming!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a sob of pleasure as her pussy tightened violently around him. Her back arched high, her breasts pressing against his chest as she screamed softly into his ear.
Her body convulsed, trembling helplessly beneath him, and her green eyes rolled back in bliss. But Alex didn't stop.
He kept thrusting, harder now, driving her into the sheets with each motion. Ye Ling's moans rose higher, her body overwhelmed, yet she clung to him desperately, begging for more.
"Yes… yes! Fill me again—! Please, Alex—!"
Her cries grew wild, her shy demeanor unraveling into pure passion. Each thrust made her pussy spasm, each kiss left her gasping, until at last he groaned and buried himself deep.
Hot seed flooded her womb once more.
Ye Ling screamed, her voice trembling as the warmth spread through her, her entire body convulsing in a violent climax. Tears spilled from her eyes, her lips trembling into a blissful smile as she felt him filling her completely.
When it was over, she collapsed against him, weak and trembling, her green eyes glassy but glowing with joy. She clutched at his chest, her fingers brushing the ring on her finger as she whispered between panting breaths:
"Thank you… Alex… I'll never let this go. Never."
Her pussy still pulsed around him, unwilling to release him even as she drifted in the haze of afterglow. She pressed her face against his chest, sighing contentedly.
And the morning stretched on, her body no longer shy, but awakened — fully his, in every way.
Alex didn't stop.
Even after Ye Ling's body convulsed with her second climax, her pussy milking his cock desperately, he kept moving — slow, deliberate thrusts that never let her come down from her high.
"Ahh—! Alex—!" she gasped, her green eyes wide, tears spilling from the corners as pleasure flooded her again. "I… I can't— it's too much—!"
But her trembling thighs wrapped tighter around him, her pussy refusing to let go, drawing him deeper each time.
He shifted slightly, pressing her legs higher, spreading her wide open beneath him. His cock struck deeper into her womb, making her scream as her body arched off the sheets.
"Ahhh—! N-no— I'm cumming again!" she cried, her voice breaking as her pussy clenched violently around him. Her back bent like a bow, her small frame trembling helplessly as another orgasm ripped through her.
But Alex still didn't stop.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her cries as he kept thrusting — faster now, harder, filling her again and again. Her pussy was soaked, dripping, but each movement made her tighten more, as if her body had decided that no matter how much he gave, it would never be enough.
Her moans turned into broken sobs of ecstasy:
"Alex—! Alex, I can't… I can't take it…!"
"It feels so good— too good—!"
"Please— don't stop— I'll break if you stop—!"
He fucked her through climax after climax. Her body convulsed, sweat dripping down her pale skin, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her green eyes rolled back, her lips trembling as she gasped for air, but every time she thought she couldn't go any further, his cock forced her into another release.
By the time his third load spilled into her womb, Ye Ling was trembling violently, her pussy convulsing around him like it couldn't decide between surrender and greed. She screamed again, her nails scratching his back lightly as she came with him, her voice hoarse.
Her body was slick with sweat, the sheets beneath her drenched, but Alex wasn't finished.
He shifted her onto her side, holding one of her legs high as he slid back into her. The new angle made her cry out, her pussy spasming as his cock slammed into her womb again and again.
"I… I'm losing my mind…" she whimpered, her green eyes hazy with tears. "Alex—! You're going to… break me…!"
But even as she begged, her body betrayed her — cumming hard, spraying wetness against the sheets as she squirted under the relentless pounding.
"AHHH—! I-I'm cumming again!"
Her voice cracked, her body jerking uncontrollably. Her legs trembled, her pussy overflowing with seed and slick, but still clinging to him, demanding more.
Alex kept her there — teetering between exhaustion and ecstasy — until she had climaxed so many times she could no longer count, her voice reduced to faint whimpers, her body limp in his arms.
At last, he pulled her close, filling her womb one final time. Hot seed spilled deep, overflowing, mixing with all that had already been poured into her. Her body shivered weakly, her lips curving into a dazed, blissful smile as her last orgasm rolled through her.
"…Alex…" she whispered faintly, her voice almost too weak to hear. "You made me yours… completely… I can't… I can't move anymore…"
Her green eyes fluttered shut, her ringed hand clutching at his chest as she collapsed into exhaustion.
Her pussy still twitched faintly around him, milking every drop, even as she drifted into sleep.
Alex held her close, her soft breath warming his chest. She was utterly spent, her body broken down by pleasure, her heart branded forever as his.
Ye Ling's trembling finally stilled, her body spent beyond its limits. Her pale skin glistened with sweat, her thighs streaked with seed that spilled freely from her swollen pussy, proof of her surrender and devotion.
Her green eyes fluttered half-open, hazy and unfocused, before slowly closing again. She clutched weakly at Alex's chest, her ringed hand pressed against his skin as if holding the symbol of her bond to him even in her last moment of awareness.
"…Alex…" she whispered softly, her voice faint and broken with exhaustion. "I'm… so happy… I belong to you now… forever…"
Her words trailed into silence as her breathing slowed.
A small, blissful smile remained on her lips as she drifted into sleep, her body curled instinctively closer to his.
Alex held her gently, steady and unwavering, watching as she slipped into peaceful slumber. Around them, Ying Hua, Lian Yuer, and Yuka still slept deeply, their forms quiet and serene.
The morning light fell across the bed, illuminating the silver-white ring glinting on Ye Ling's finger — her vow, her surrender, her eternal place at his side.
Chapter 1028 – Morning at the Table
The sunlight had risen high by the time Ye Ling stirred. Her green eyes blinked open slowly, the warmth of Alex's chest still under her cheek, his steady breath wrapping her in calm. She felt weak, her body sore and trembling faintly, but the moment her fingers brushed the silver-white ring on her hand, a smile curved across her lips.
It wasn't a dream. He really claimed me… I'm his now.
She nestled against him once more, unwilling to let go, before finally pulling herself up. The bed was still crowded — Ying Hua and Lian Yuer curled close to Alex on one side, Yuka tucked against him on the other. Their serene faces made Ye Ling blush softly, remembering the storm of passion that had consumed them all through the night.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed, pulling a simple robe around herself. Her legs trembled slightly as she stood, reminding her of the long, relentless claiming she had endured, but she carried the soreness like a badge of honor.
Downstairs, the smell of food greeted her.
The dining table was already alive with warmth and chatter. Ciel sat at the head, her silver hair glowing in the morning light, her golden eyes filled with kindness as she guided the younger girls in setting plates. Morgan was beside her, composed and cool as always, though her icy blue eyes softened when they landed on Ye Ling. Reyne leaned back in her chair with her usual dragon pride, lavender-white hair catching the light. Airi was quietly arranging cups, her blue eyes flicking toward Ye Ling shyly.
Hanabi's fox ears twitched as she grinned mischievously from the far side, her twin tails swaying. Nefertiti sat elegantly, golden eyes serene, while Nyx toyed idly with her dark hair, her purple eyes watching everything with calm amusement.
Yuka, Ying Hua, and Lian Yuer were already seated, though they looked half-asleep still, leaning lightly against each other.
The moment Ye Ling stepped into the room, all eyes turned toward her. Her cheeks flushed immediately under their gazes, her hands gripping her robe tighter.
Ciel was the first to speak, her voice gentle, carrying the warmth of an elder sister:
"Ye Ling. You've finally joined us properly, haven't you?"
Ye Ling's blush deepened, but she nodded, her green eyes shining. "Yes… last night… Alex accepted me. I… I belong here now."
Morgan's cold pride softened just enough to show approval. "Good. It was overdue."
Reyne smirked faintly, folding her arms. "Hmph. Another one swallowed whole. Not that I'm surprised."
Airi giggled softly, covering her mouth, while Hanabi leaned forward with a teasing grin. "Did you scream loud? You look like you did."
"Hanabi," Nefertiti chided gently, though her own lips curved in a faint smile.
Nyx tilted her head, her voice calm but pointed. "And now? Do you feel complete, Ye Ling?"
Ye Ling pressed her hand over the ring, her eyes lowering with emotion. "Yes. Completely."
The atmosphere shifted subtly — from teasing and banter into acceptance. One by one, the women smiled at her, the quiet bond of sisterhood forming.
Ciel rose, walking to Ye Ling's side, and embraced her warmly. "Then welcome, little sister. You were always one of us… but now, you carry him inside you, as we all do."
Ye Ling's eyes welled with tears, but she returned the hug, her voice trembling: "Thank you… Ciel."
From the stairs, Alex's voice carried down, calm and steady: "Good. She belongs."
The table went quiet for a moment, then filled with a warmth deeper than words.
Breakfast began — laughter, teasing, and soft smiles mixing with the clatter of dishes. And for Ye Ling, it felt like her true place had finally been found.
The table filled with the scents of fresh bread, fruit, and warm tea. Plates passed from hand to hand, laughter rising and falling in easy waves. It wasn't a palace feast or a divine banquet — but here, in Alex's home, it felt more real, more complete.
Hanabi was the loudest, as always. Her fox ears twitched as she leaned forward, pointing her chopsticks toward Ye Ling. "So, little miss Celestial Haven… was it gentle? Or did our Alex go rough with you right away?"
Ye Ling nearly choked on her tea, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "H-Hanabi!"
Laughter rippled across the table. Mira leaned in close, whispering with a wicked grin, "Don't worry, she asked me the same thing after my first night too." Mary, sitting beside her, smacked her lightly on the arm with a scandalized blush, though her blue eyes were soft with amusement.
Morgan rolled her eyes with her usual icy pride. "Some of you should learn the art of subtlety. Not everything needs to be shouted across the table."
"True," Reyne said, smirking as she popped a grape into her mouth. "But it's fun to watch the shy ones squirm."
Airi giggled softly, her gaze flicking toward Ye Ling. "You do look happy, though. I'm glad."
Ye Ling, still red-faced, lowered her eyes but smiled faintly. "I am… truly." Her fingers brushed the silver-white ring on her hand, a quiet gesture that did not go unnoticed.
Across the table, Ciel's golden eyes softened. She reached out, resting her hand briefly over Ye Ling's. "That's enough teasing for now. Let her enjoy this moment."
Hanabi stuck out her tongue playfully but didn't push further.
Alex watched it all silently from the head of the table, his calm gaze moving from woman to woman. Each carried herself differently — pride, playfulness, shyness, grace — but together, they created a harmony that filled the room.
At one point, Nyx leaned against his shoulder, her voice low but teasing. "You're awfully quiet this morning, Master. Enjoying the view instead of the food?"
He smirked faintly, resting his hand on her thigh beneath the table. "The view is better."
Nyx's lips curved, her purple eyes glinting, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her presence calm and sure.
Meanwhile, Yuka yawned openly, still drowsy from the night before, before slipping into his lap without hesitation. She hugged him tightly, her black hair falling against his chest. "Father makes the best pillow," she murmured, already half-asleep again.
A chorus of amused sighs rose from the table, though none tried to move her.
It wasn't grand declarations or fiery passion that made the morning whole — it was these small things. The teasing, the laughter, the warmth of shared glances, the quiet touch of hands beneath the table.
By the time the plates were cleared, the house was filled not just with the smell of food but with the unmistakable presence of love — boundless, shared, and absolute.
The chatter at the table lingered even after the last dishes were cleared. The women traded light stories and teasing remarks, the morning passing in a haze of warmth. Ye Ling sat quietly among them, her heart swelling with a sense of belonging she had never truly known before. Every glance she received — Ciel's sisterly smile, Morgan's approving nod, Hanabi's playful grin — wove her tighter into the fabric of the family.
When the laughter finally settled, Amaterasu rose gracefully from her seat. Her black eyes, deep and steady, swept over the table before falling on Yuka, still curled contentedly against Alex's lap.
"It's time," Amaterasu said softly, her voice carrying the serene authority of a goddess. "Yuka will return with me to Takamagahara for now. There are duties she cannot ignore."
Yuka stirred, blinking up at her mother, then looking back at Alex with reluctant eyes. She hugged him tighter, her voice gentle, almost childlike. "Father… I don't want to go yet…"
Alex brushed his hand through her dark hair, his voice calm but resolute. "Go with your mother for now. You'll always return here."
Her pout faded into a soft smile at his words. She leaned up, pressing a tender kiss against his cheek before slipping from his lap and moving to Amaterasu's side.
The goddess placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, inclining her head slightly toward Alex — a silent gesture of respect, acknowledgment that her daughter's heart and loyalty were bound to him as much as to her.
With one last lingering look back at the table, Yuka raised a hand in a small wave to her sisters. "I'll be back soon. Don't steal too much Father-time while I'm gone!"
Her words earned laughter and teasing retorts, easing the heaviness of parting.
Then, with a ripple of divine light, Amaterasu and Yuka vanished, the air settling once more into quiet.
The women slowly drifted into their own conversations, but Ye Ling's eyes stayed on the space where Yuka had stood, her heart catching on the truth of what she had just witnessed — this was not just a harem. It was a family.
Alex's calm gaze swept over them all once more. "Eat well. Rest well. There's more to come."
And with that, the warmth of the morning lingered
Chapter 1029 – The Emperor's Vindication
News swept through the Avarn Empire like wildfire: dozens of civilizations, hundreds of races, had hurled their armies at the World-Star. Every single one had failed. The skies around the forbidden planet were now a graveyard of ambition — shattered fleets drifting in silence, their banners burned to ash.
The Imperial Council gathered once more. Admirals, governors, inquisitors, and generals filled the obsidian chamber, their faces pale with awe or flushed with suppressed anger.
High Minister Kael spoke first, voice smooth but edged with triumph.
"Your Radiance, the galaxy itself confirms your decree. Those who sought to defy the World-Star have been destroyed. Your wisdom has spared the Empire from the same fate."
Some bowed in agreement. But not all.
One general stood, his scarred fist slamming the table.
"Wisdom? Or cowardice? While others test their strength, we hide behind decrees. The people whisper — they say the Empire cowers! That we fear a planet more than we fear gods!"
Others murmured their support. Even among the admirals, there were restless voices — men who hungered for glory, for conquest, for the chance to prove the Empire's supremacy.
Admiral Seroth's cold voice cut across them.
"Did you not see the wreckage? Did you not hear the screams of the Dominion, the Swarm, the armada that dwarfed us tenfold? That world annihilates all who touch it. This is not a battlefield — it is a death sentence."
But the chamber was already fracturing. The argument swelled — wisdom against pride, caution against ambition. Some declared the Emperor's decree eternal truth, others whispered of seizing opportunity where all others had failed.
At last, the Emperor rose from his throne. His presence silenced the chamber instantly. His cloak swept like a storm, his crown burning beneath the starlight projectors.
"You quarrel like children," he said, his voice a blade of iron. "You argue whether the Empire fears or the Empire dares. Hear me, and hear me well."
He stepped forward, gaze sweeping the chamber.
"The World-Star is forbidden to the Empire. But not to you."
Gasps rippled through the council.
"If you burn with hunger to test that abyss, then go. Take your ships. Take your banners. Throw yourselves upon its gates. But understand this—" His voice thundered like a storm breaking. "If you fall, the Empire will not mourn you. If you are destroyed, the Empire will not avenge you. Your fate will be your own, and your blood will not stain our hands."
He raised his fist high, eyes burning.
"Let the galaxy see: the Avarn Empire does not cower. We simply choose survival. Any fool who wishes to challenge the World-Star may do so — but they will do it without the shield of the Empire."
The chamber fell silent. Ambition had been given its chance, but stripped of safety. Those who longed for conquest now knew: if they dared, they dared alone.
And so the Emperor's word became law. The Empire would not march — but neither would it shackle those desperate enough to throw themselves into the abyss.
In that silence, his wisdom stood vindicated.
The chamber did not empty. Murmurs rippled among the gathered nobles, sharper this time, heavy with calculation. All knew the hierarchy of the Empire well: the Emperor's legions were supreme — vast enough to drown entire sectors in fire — but beneath him, the noble houses still commanded formidable armies of their own. Not equal to the throne, but not insignificant either.
A few nobles, bold enough to consider the Emperor's words, traded glances. One of them finally rose. His cloak shimmered with the sigil of House Deymar, a dynasty renowned for daring gambles. He bowed only lightly before speaking.
"Your Radiance," the noble said carefully, "you have declared that any who dare may try. But suppose one of us succeeds where others have failed — suppose we pierce the fortresses, seize resources, or claim relics from that world. Will the throne take all, leaving nothing for those who bled to obtain them?"
The chamber grew still. It was the question every ambitious house wanted answered.
The Emperor's gaze was cold, but his voice came calm, decisive.
"No."
Gasps rippled through the chamber. The Emperor leaned forward, his words cutting through like steel.
"If you risk your legions and succeed — the spoils are yours. Whatever resources, artifacts, or fragments you wrench from that world belong to your House alone. The throne will not interfere."
His eyes swept the chamber, sharp as blades.
"But know this — survival is no guarantee. If you go, you gamble with extinction. If you win, you may keep what you claim. If you fail, your name will be ashes drifting above that cursed star. The Empire will not avenge you. The Empire will not mourn you. You will be nothing but another grave in the void."
The words struck the nobles like hammer blows. For some, it was a promise of freedom — wealth and glory unshackled from the throne's grasp. For others, it was a death sentence dressed as opportunity.
The noble of House Deymar bowed again, slower this time, though a faint spark of hunger burned in his eyes.
The Emperor raised his hand, his decree final.
"Go if you dare. Keep what you seize. But do not return to me with excuses or ashes. The World-Star belongs to no one but itself. If you wish to test it — test it at your own peril."
Silence followed, heavy and absolute. In that silence, the Empire shifted — not toward war, but toward dangerous ambition.
For the first time, the Emperor had given permission. And permission was all some needed.
The council was dismissed, the nobles bowing and withdrawing from the throne chamber one by one. Yet the silence did not last long.
In the shadowed corridors beyond the obsidian doors, hushed voices rose. Cloaks brushed against polished stone, and nobles clustered in small knots, their words quick and urgent.
"Did you hear? He said the spoils are ours."
"Ours, if we survive. You saw the holos — entire civilizations wiped away like dust."
"But those fortresses cannot be endless. No weapon is. If the Emperor's fleets will not test them, then ours must. Imagine it — a single shard of that technology, a single resource wrested from that world… our House would rise above all others."
A murmur of uneasy agreement followed.
"House Deymar is already preparing. They will not hesitate."
"Then neither can we. The first to strike may be the first to survive. And survival is enough — survival with spoils is triumph."
The nobles' whispers grew bolder as they dispersed, some speaking of fleets already mustering in secret dockyards, others of mercenaries and shadow-compacts being drawn up before dawn. Ambition glittered in their eyes, burning hotter than their fear.
They did not speak loudly enough for the Emperor to hear — but perhaps they should have known better.
Within the throne chamber, the Emperor still sat upon his black throne, motionless, his gaze distant. Though the council had been dismissed, though the chamber was empty, he had heard enough.
And in the silence, his lips curved faintly — not into a smile, but into something sharper, unreadable.
"Let them try," he murmured. "Let them bleed. The World-Star will judge them."
The torches guttered in the vast hall, shadows stretching long across the throne.
The game had begun.
Chapter 1030 – The Emperor's Patience
The obsidian hall had emptied, but the Emperor had not left his throne. Alone beneath the vaulted banners, he sat in silence, one hand resting against the armrest, fingers tapping slow and deliberate.
He had seen the fire in the nobles' eyes. Ambition. Hunger. The kind that made fools believe they could wrestle with gods. It mattered little. The World-Star would crush them as it had crushed others.
The throne chamber's silence broke with the soft echo of footsteps. Aurora entered, silver hair catching the starlight from the holos suspended above. She bowed slightly before ascending the dais to stand beside him.
"You let them whisper," she said softly. "You gave them freedom they did not expect."
The Emperor's lips curved faintly. "Freedom is the leash they cannot see."
Aurora's eyes sharpened. "And when their fleets are broken, when their legions are scattered across that graveyard in the void, their stars will lie defenseless. Then we invoke the law."
The Emperor turned to regard her fully. Aurora's voice had lost none of its calm grace, but beneath it was steel.
"The Law of Succession," she continued. "Every noble house is bound by it. If a star cannot provide its due tribute of men and ships, if its fleets cannot defend its territory, the Empire reclaims it. No protest can stand — they swore to it long ago."
She paused, her silver eyes glinting coldly.
"So let them go. Let them bleed themselves on that world's defenses. When their forces are ashes, we will claim their holdings in the name of the Empire. Not by force, but by law. There will be no rebellion, no cries of injustice. Even the most obedient noble is never one hundred percent loyal. This way, their obedience becomes irrelevant."
The Emperor leaned back against his throne, studying his daughter with quiet pride.
"You see the board clearly, Aurora." His voice was low, steady. "This is not merely survival. This is refinement. The World-Star is not only a blade at the galaxy's throat — it is a whetstone. It will sharpen the Empire by cutting away its weakest hands."
He let his gaze drift to the starlit holos above, the massive projection of the World-Star glowing like a false sun. Thousands of fortress-signatures shimmered faintly in orbit, patient, unyielding.
"Let them gamble," he said at last. "Let them think themselves bold. When they fail, their names will vanish, and their stars will be ours. The Empire will not shrink from this forbidden world. It will grow upon the corpses of those too proud to see truth."
Aurora bowed her head slightly, but her lips curved in agreement.
"In the end, Father, the nobles may believe they act of their own will. But in truth, they are serving yours."
The Emperor's hand tightened on the throne, eyes burning beneath his crown of steel.
"So it has always been. So it shall remain."
The chamber dimmed, shadows stretching long as though the stars themselves bent to his words.
The Avarn Empire had chosen patience. And patience, he knew, was the sharpest blade of all.
Far from the Imperial Citadel, in the shadowed halls of House Deymar, the flicker of holo-maps cast a cold glow across armored walls. The great chamber was filled with voices — low, hushed, yet edged with fire.
Noble lords and envoys gathered around the long obsidian table, their banners draped behind them. The crest of House Deymar — a serpent coiled around a burning star — gleamed proudly above.
Lord Varaxes Deymar, patriarch of the house, stood at the head of the chamber, his voice a controlled growl.
"The Emperor smiles and calls it freedom," he spat. "But we all know the truth. He has no intention of letting us keep what we seize. If we win, he will take it. If we fail, he will claim our stars. That is the leash of his law."
The gathered nobles muttered, some in anger, others in unease. One slammed a fist on the table. "And yet if we do nothing, we remain chained. Our armies forever second to his, our worlds bled dry for his wars. What future do our houses hold but servitude?"
Varaxes leaned forward, his eyes sharp as blades. "There is another path. The planet is not a curse — it is opportunity. Its resources, its fortresses, its very secrets. If we seize even a fraction, we can build strength beyond the Emperor's reach."
A murmur ran through the hall. But it was the next words that made the chamber tremble.
"We are not alone."
With a gesture, Varaxes brought up another holo — the emblem of a rival civilization. Alien glyphs twisted in the air, burning red. Gasps filled the room.
"You consort with the enemy?" one noble hissed, half in outrage, half in fear.
Varaxes's voice was steady. "Not consort. Ally. The Avarn Empire has enemies enough to shake the stars. But if we join hands, if we build in secret, if we carve strength from the World-Star… then when the time comes, the Empire itself will fall. And its crown will be ours."
The chamber fell into a heavy silence. All present knew the weight of what had been spoken. To whisper such things was treason. To act upon them was rebellion.
Yet none left. None spoke to denounce him.
One after another, nobles nodded, their faces hardening with resolve.
"For centuries," Varaxes said, his voice swelling, "we have been told patience. That our children's children might live to see our houses rise. No more. The World-Star is the fulcrum. With its power, we will not wait centuries. We will move now."
The nobles raised their hands in oath.
"House Deymar leads," one declared. "And we follow."
The alliance was sealed.
What had once been whispers of ambition was now conspiracy. An alliance of Imperial nobles, bound in secret to rival civilizations, plotting to overthrow the Empire itself.
And it would begin with the World-Star.
The oaths had barely been spoken before the chamber shifted from whispers to action. Plans, long simmering in silence, began to unfold in full.
Lord Varaxes raised his hand, and the holo-map shifted to display a vast starfield — dozens of systems, marked in green. "These are the holdings of our houses. Individually, they are strong. Together, they are an army the Emperor cannot ignore."
One noble — Lady Arven, matriarch of House Corvall — leaned forward, her voice low. "Mobilization must be masked. If the Emperor senses any sudden concentration of forces, the Inquisitors will pry too close. We must move in shadows."
Varaxes nodded. "Agreed. Each house will recall fleets under the guise of reinforcement cycles. We will cite pirate activity, border instability — excuses the Throne has heard a thousand times."
Another noble smirked bitterly. "And the Emperor will not object. He has given us leave to gamble with our fleets. He will believe we are merely eager for scraps."
Laughter — sharp, dark — rippled through the chamber.
The holo shifted again, this time to the colossal silhouette of the World-Star. Its ring of fortresses glowed faintly across the projection, like eyes of a god.
Varaxes's voice lowered, but grew heavier with conviction. "The planet is our crucible. We will not strike openly — that would be suicide. Instead, we will test, prod, and adapt. Our ships will die, yes… but in their deaths, we will learn. Where the beams strike. How the fortresses move. Patterns, weaknesses, anything."
"And if there are none?" a younger noble asked cautiously.
Varaxes's smile was cold. "Then we will forge them. The Dominion failed. The Swarm failed. The unknown armada failed. But they were blunt instruments, charging like beasts. We are serpents. We will constrict slowly, in silence, until even gods suffocate."
Around the table, eyes gleamed with ambition.
Another noble — Lord Teron of House Vael — raised a hand, the crimson light of the alien glyphs still lingering on his face. "And our… allies? Will they move with us?"
Varaxes inclined his head. "They will send their own fleets, but not under their banners. They will come as mercenaries, raiders, nameless forces. If the Emperor's spies glimpse them, they will see nothing but scavengers. Meanwhile, resources will flow to us — technologies, weapons, materials beyond Imperial reach."
Lady Arven's lips curved into a thin smile. "Then we are decided. The first fleets move within a cycle. Quietly. Piece by piece."
The nobles murmured assent.
One by one, holographic seals shimmered across the chamber as each house committed ships, manpower, and supply chains to the pact.
By the time the lights dimmed, the rebellion's foundations were already set.
The nobles departed in silence, slipping into the void under cloaks of secrecy. But though their faces were calm, their hearts thundered with dangerous hope.
House Deymar had lit the spark. The first fleets would soon move toward the Forbidden Star.
And if fortune favored them, the throne itself would tremble.