MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC113: The Chancellor's Ultimatum
Chapter 113: Chapter 113: The Chancellor's Ultimatum
"Ezekiel," Vahn commanded with newfound authority. "You have proved your loyalty. You will now be the Chancellor of the Necrotic Dynasty. Your first task is to secure the surrounding area and bring the local clans under our banner."
"But before that, you need to become stronger. Far stronger than you're now."
After saying that, Vahn poured out many Saint and Heaven grade resources that could transform any talentless weep to a Core disciple prodigy.
Ezekiel's life had transformed completely.
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"Clan Leader, we're sorry," reported a guard, looking primitive in his rough furs, to an imposing man wearing slightly higher-quality fabrics.
"We didn't find any trace of Young Master Ezekiel past the Ice Bear's territory. Even Master Gord, our best tracker, couldn't sense any spiritual trace. He said the Young Master's aura was last felt in the Sky."
The Clan Leader of Exelcrest furrowed his brows deeply upon hearing the news.
"Even Master Gord couldn't find my Son..." he muttered, confusion evident in his voice. "So, it can't be those Barbarians' work. It's someone who could fly. But there is no one in Oslan capable of flight. So, who could it be?"
His wife broke into tears, distraught over the presumed death of her son.
But just then, Ezekiel's brothers and cousins burst into the courtyard with mocking laughter, showing no sympathy whatsoever.
"Why the long faces, Mother, Father?" sneered Cyril, Ezekiel's eldest brother, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Perhaps that fool finally got himself eaten by a Glacier Bear, saving us the trouble of dealing with his incompetence."
"That idiot never could hunt properly," scoffed another cousin, Rolan. "Now Uncle can finally focus his resources on those of us who actually have potential!"
The Clan Leader glared at his family, his grief momentarily turning to fury. "Silence! He is still my son!"
Cyril merely shrugged with a practiced nonchalance that showed his true ambition.
"He was weak, Father. The Clan needs strength, not sentiment. His disappearance is a boon for the rest of us."
But just then, a sudden chill rippled through the courtyard as sprinkles of frost gathered in the air.
Then a silhouette appeared like a phantom, coalescing from drifting ice mist.
"Ezekiel?!"
Ezekiel stood there, with calm and casual smile forming on his lips as if he had merely taken a short stroll.
"Miss me, dear brothers?" he said mockingly.
His mother's tearful gasp echoed, "Ezekiel... my child..."
Cyril froze. "You... you survived? Impossible. You could barely bring down a snow hare last week."
Ezekiel tilted his head, looking at his "dear" older brother. "That was the old me. Weak, mocked, kicked aside like useless snow. Do not worry. I remember every word and every boot that struck me."
Rolan snorted, showing bravado. "So you crawled back? What, did a lonely spirit take pity on you?"
Hearing him, a cold gleam passed through Ezekiel's eyes.
"No pity. Only power."
Before Rolan could speak again, Ezekiel vanished in a blur of icy mist. "Whoosh.."
"Slap!"
A heavy slap of condensed frost struck Rolan's face, sending him skidding across the courtyard tiles, breath freezing in the air.
A cousin stammered, "H-how are you so fast?"
Ezekiel appeared behind him. "Ice Flow Step. You always sneered when I failed to learn it."
Bam!
A palm of crystalline frost struck the cousin's spine, knocking him unconscious in a single blow.
"Damn!" Cyril roared and lunged forward, aura flaring. "Do not get arrogant!"
Ezekiel smiled lightly. "I am not arrogant, big brother. I am merely done kneeling."
He lifted his hand, forming a translucent blue sphere. Frost bloomed beneath his feet.
"Ice Lotus Burst."
The freezing explosion knocked Cyril backward.
He crashed into a pillar and slumped, blood trickling, breath trembling. The stunned cousins stared, unable to comprehend.
"Ezekiel, You were a trash. But how did you suddenly turn into a monster?" Cyril spat, his eyes wide with hate and fear.
Ezekiel walked toward him at an unhurried pace. "I learned what trash becomes when it refuses to stay trampled."
Two uncles leaped in, spiritual force blazing. "Stop this madness, boy. You dare raise your hand against your elders?"
Swoosh, swoosh..
Ezekiel flicked his wrist. Ice whips spiraled outward like serpents, binding them and slamming both to the ground.
"Respect is not given, uncles. It is earned. You taught me that."
The courtyard fell silent except for the crackling frost.
The Clan Leader stood frozen, stunned speechless as his son stood amidst fallen family, robes dusted with glimmering snowflakes, eyes like winter stars.
Cyril coughed, "Father... do something... he has gone mad..."
Ezekiel turned to the Clan Leader, expression calm even in victory.
"Father. You always looked upon me with disappointment. Yet now you see. I have changed. I am no longer the weakling you all dismissed."
The Clan leader swallowed hard, unable to speak.
Only then did everyone understand the truth that chilled them more than Ezekiel's frost.
Ezekiel had returned as someone they could neither belittle nor control.
He smiled, a serene and dangerous smile.
"From today onward, no one in this clan will ever put a foot on my neck again."
The Clan Leader stepped forward, pleading, "Spare them, Son. They're your relatives nonetheless. I intend to hand the Leader's position over to you anyway."
Ezekiel scoffed with disdain. "I don't want this Clan anymore, Father. I already have a place where I belong."
His father was stunned. "What do you mean by that, Son? Are you abandoning us after becoming powerful? But me and your mother never stopped caring about you."
"No. That's not it, Father. I serve My King now." His eyes shone with zealous worship. "He gave me this power. He gave me this new life."
The Clan Leader and the others looked genuinely intrigued. A King capable of strengthening a person to the Golden Core realm in a single week had to be extraordinary. If the Exelcrest Clan could somehow make a connection with this King, they might be free from the oppression of other powerful clans.
"Who is this King, My Son? Can you arrange a meeting between us?"
Ezekiel shook his head. He replied, "No. His Majesty is very busy. He can't come out to meet a mere low-tier Clan. But if the Exelcrest Clan wants to become a vassal of the Necrotic Dynasty, I can ask for it."
"A vassal? You mean all of us would have to obey his orders? How can you propose such an outrageous thing, Ezekiel? Our Clan bows to no one!" one of his uncles shouted, nursing a bruise.
Ezekiel snorted. "It's up to your choice. But know this: Once my King descends, no one can escape. He will conquer the whole of Oslan one day."
"Son, please calm down. Give us some time to make a decision. It's a great gamble. We need time," his father said, desperation in his voice.
"Do as you must, Father. But I want your answer by evening," Ezekiel replied, heading purposefully outside the Clan estate.
The Exelcrest Clan was left with a very difficult choice. If their gamble fails, they would suffer terribly. But if they win, the glory will surely be worth far more than loss.
What would they choose?
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC114: The Chancellor's Courtship
Chapter 114: Chapter 114: The Chancellor's Courtship
The moment Ezekiel left the Exelcrest Clan, he set his sights on his next objective: Gina Westlake, his former lover. Their relationship had been brutally suppressed due to his lack of talent and the bitter rivalry between the Exelcrest and Westlake Clans. Today, he returned as the chancellor of a new empire.
Ezekiel headed straight toward the Westlake Clan estate. He did not ask for permission; he announced his arrival with a chilling blast of refined spiritual energy, casting a pall of frost over the entire compound.
His audacious arrival instantly drew the attention of the Clan's guards and warriors.
"Ezekiel! You dare show your face here after being rejected?" roared one of the guards.
The Westlake warriors attacked him ruthlessly, their Earth Grade arts clumsy and slow compared to his newfound speed.
Ezekiel met their aggression with calm ferocity. He executed the newly acquired Saint-Grade Ice Arts, learned under Vahn's guidance from the Divine Treasury's immense repository. His profound execution and overwhelming power immediately turned their courtyard into a blistering battlefield of ice and shattered stone.
The whole of Oslan had only ever seen Earth Grade Arts. So, Ezekiel's technique, power, and terrifying control of the elements immediately made the Westlake Clan warriors scared and speechless.
Standing amidst the groaning warriors, his aura shimmering with authority, Ezekiel domineeringly called out to his lover.
"Gina! Come out and witness the man they told you was unworthy!"
"Ezekiel?! "
Gina Westlake rushed out of the main hall. She loved him genuinely. The sight of Ezekiel so strong, standing victorious against her entire clan, made her incredibly proud. But the sight of her humiliated clansmen compelled her to act first.
Kneeling instantly, she asked for forgiveness from Ezekiel on their behalf.
"Ezekiel! Please, I beg you! Spare my family! They were only protecting the Clan."
Ezekiel's gaze softened only for her. He forgave them, but immediately put forth a condition: the entire Westlake Clan had to submit to King Vahn under the Necrotic Dynasty, who sought to unite all of Oslan one day.
The Westlake Clan leaders, witnessing Ezekiel's rapid, impossible growth, quickly connected his newfound power with this King Vahn. The idea of getting higher-tier Arts and Cultivation Resources by submitting wasn't so bad; it was a desperate necessity to survive in the coming unified Oslan.
"Haha..."
Golka, Gina's father and the Clan Leader, immediately laughed. It was a booming, hearty sound replacing his initial fear. He rushed forward, embracing Ezekiel like a long-lost son.
"My boy! My Chancellor! You are truly my son-in-law!" Golka exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Tell me, where can we meet this mighty King Vahn?"
Ezekiel smiled, the first genuine, happy smile since his return. He had secured two major clans in a single day.
"You can't meet the King yet," Ezekiel replied, leading Golka away from the frozen courtyard. "But you will send your most loyal and talented warriors to the Misty Valley. They will be the first beneficiaries of the Necrotic Dynasty's resources and the first members of His Majesty's new Royal Guard."
Golka and his men, though excited by the prospect of power, were struck by sudden apprehension as they realized the full implications of the move.
"Misty Valley? Did you say Misty Valley?" Golka asked, his face draining of color. "Isn't that place a paradise for the Ghost Soldiers that terrorize the mightiest barbarians and clans? Doesn't your King fear them?"
"Tch. If His Majesty were scared by a few dead souls, then he might just forget his ambition to conquer all of Oslan altogether," Ezekiel replied dismissively.
"Is your Clan also going to join?" Golka pressed on.
"They haven't given confirmation yet. But they will most probably agree very soon," Ezekiel replied, confident in the strength of his humiliation and Vahn's offer.
"I see... Then, tell your King that we agree." Golka's response was swift and efficient; the promise of protection and power outweighed the local fears.
"Very good. Then follow me. I will show you the Kingdom we're about to build."
Afterward, dozens of formidable warriors and talented youths from both clans gathered together, setting off on their journey toward Misty Valley under Ezekiel's leadership.
Along the way, the clansmen frequently resorted to physical brawls and heated arguments, yet Ezekiel's power and authority as Chancellor swiftly silenced them.
Meanwhile, Vahn, Seraphina, Lilith, and little Eterna were battling the innumerable Ghost Soldiers that had just appeared.
The Ghost Soldiers were fierce and moved with unified precision, just like true soldiers. Their ghostly figures shook the very Royal Palace Vahn had built, and their eerie howls were enough to make even the bravest warrior shiver in fear.
However, when Seraphina unleashed her Holy Light Aura to its fullest extent, all the ghosts began dissolving like mist under sunlight, leaving behind a lone ghost wearing a crown.
He was the Ghost King.
Yet against the overwhelming holy power, he had no choice but to kneel.
"No... please do not obliterate this king. This king has many unfulfilled wishes. Please, I beg you, Saintesses."
"You recognize the Saintesses?" Vahn asked, looking both curious and suspicious.
The Ghost King's knowledge suggested a connection to the high-level politics or history of the larger continent, a history Vahn was meant to be escaping.
The Ghost King trembled beneath Seraphina's purifying Light. "Y-yes, Your Grace! Who in the higher realms wouldn't know the Holy Light Saintess? But you... you are different. That power... it exceeds the legends!"
He quickly added, nodding toward Lilith, "And the Darkness Saintess—your aura are known across the lower realms to spirits like me!"
Vahn's suspicion deepened. "Why would a ghost in a backwater place like Oslan know the identities of the Holy Land's Saintesses?"
The Ghost King raised his spectral head, his crown slightly askew.
"This King was once a vassal of the Great Central Empire," the Ghost King revealed, his voice regaining some dignity. "I was a low-level Duke who displeased the Emperor's court. I was exiled here and assassinated by a rival before I could take control of the duchy. My soul was bound to this valley by the very Emperor who feared my power, forcing me to command a legion of the dead forever. That happened centuries ago."
He looked directly at Vahn and Seraphina with desperate hope.
"My unfulfilled wish is simple: to take revenge on the descendants of the Emperor who condemned me, and to see my lineage restored. If the Saintess can remove this ancient curse binding me to this valley, I swear eternal allegiance to you!"
The Ghost King has offered his allegiance and revealed a history connecting him to the wider Imperial politics Vahn sought to learn.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC115: New Recruits
Chapter 115: Chapter 115: New Recruits
Vahn listened to the Ghost King's story of exile and revenge. The connection to the Great Central Empire was alarming, but the offer of a military commander with centuries of experience was too valuable to pass up.
"Very well," Vahn said, cutting off the Ghost King's pleas. "I don't need your worship; I need your loyalty and your skill. My Queen, Seraphina, will not obliterate you."
Vahn imposed his condition immediately. "You will not merely swear allegiance. You will swear a Soul Pact directly to the Necrotic Dynasty."
"This pact requires you to be eternally bound to the welfare of my family and this kingdom. In exchange, Seraphina will use the smallest amount of Holy Light required to cleanse the curse that prevents your soul from moving on, but you will remain spectral, serving as the first commander of my army. Do you accept this eternal service?"
The Ghost King, desperate for freedom from his ancient curse and recognizing the mysterious power of this young man, immediately bowed lower.
"I accept! I swear by the Eternal Dao to serve the Necrotic Dynasty!"
Vahn nodded, satisfied. "Your title is now Commander of the Imperial Guard. Your first mission: Ezekiel, my Chancellor, will arrived with the first vassals of the Dynasty. You will take your legion of Ghost Soldiers and immediately begin training them. Turn those raw recruits into a formidable Imperial Guard."
The Ghost King's spectral form solidified slightly, a shadow of pride returning to his regal bearing. He now had a purpose.
When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Vahn sensed Ezekiel's arrival at the perimeter of the Great Concealment Barrier.
He usually wore comfortable, casual clothes for ease of movement and combat. However, to receive his first contingent of vassals and maintain the proper demeanour of a Ruler, Vahn knew he had to dress the part.
Vahn quickly went to the Fourth Chamber (Treasures and Artifacts) within the Dragon Pearl. He didn't choose heavy armor, but selected attire that projected authority, mystery, and immense power.
His new attire was a simple, yet exquisitely tailored black Robe lined with dragon silk that made him look powerful and mysterious.
And the Obsidian crown over his head had drastically added more to his Ruler's regality.
Next, under the awestruck eyes of the fifty clansmen, Vahn entered the Royal Court. The interior of the Palace was vast and imposing, fitting for the Ruler he yearned to be.
His back was straight, his composure unshaken. His eyes, now possessing the depth of ancient knowledge and the cold certainty of the Imperial Decree of Submission, left the clansmen speechless.
He moved with regal grace to the throne which was carved from toughest metal and inlaid with faint gold runes. He settled down onto the throne without any courtesy at all.
His gaze then fixed onto the nervous clan leaders and expectant clansmen below, and his Imperial Aura pressing down on them silently.
Ezekiel stepped forward with a deep, respectful bow.
"Your Majesty, these are the two clans who have initially agreed to become your subjects. One is the Exelcrest Clan, and the other is the Westlake Clan."
Following the introduction, Ezekiel's father, Ascalon Exelcrest, and Golka Westlake stepped forward and bowed low.
"It is a great honor to meet you, Your Majesty. My name is Ascalon Exelcrest."
"And my name is Golka Westlake," Golka added quickly. "We are honored to serve such a young and powerful Ruler as you."
They were already entirely convinced of Vahn's power. They had seen the massive Royal Palace appear in the notorious Misty Valley overnight, shielded by a barrier that defied their comprehension. Not to mention, along the way, they had noticed the assembly of terrifying Ghost Soldiers who were obviously subdued by this young, unfathomable King.
After staying silent for a while, Vahn's voice echoed with absolute authority:
"You have chosen wisely. In the Necrotic Dynasty, loyalty is rewarded with absolute power. Disloyalty is met with oblivion."
He gestured to the two Saintesses flanking his throne. "Seraphina, my Queen, and Lilith, my Grand Minister, will oversee the growth of your clans. They possess the knowledge and resources to turn your warriors into an Imperial Army capable of conquering this continent."
Vahn then focused his attention directly on the two Clan Leaders.
"Ascalon, Golka. Your first duty is not battle, but loyalty. Your loyalty must be proven by your ambition."
Vahn issued his first true Imperial Mandate to his vassals.
"You will return to your territories. You will gather all able-bodied, talented youth, regardless of their current clan status. You will tell them this: The Necrotic Dynasty promises the highest-grade cultivation resources, Saint-Grade arts, and the power to break the limits placed upon them by this primitive continent."
Vahn rested his hand on the armrest.
"In ten days, you will bring those recruits back here. In exchange for your initial fealty, your clans will be the first to receive the Pills of Absolute Loyalty and the Saint Grade Techniques necessary to forge my Royal Guard. But if you fail to deliver the recruits, the Ghost Commander will deliver your clans to the Void."
The two Clan Leaders broke into a cold sweat. Nevertheless, they agreed to the conditions without delay.
"We will do as you command, My King."
They did not depart immediately. Instead, they wandered around the Royal Palace, admiring its beauty and craftsmanship.
They instructed their clansmen to remain respectful and obedient to the Clan, unless they wished to be devoured by the Ghost Commander.
The clansmen nodded like chickens pecking at rice. They swore to be obedient and work diligently during their upcoming training.
With matters settled, Vahn turned his focus toward his own cultivation.
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[ Status ]
[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]
[ Title: The Rebellious One ]
[ Lifespan: 17 / 500 ]
[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]
[ Cultivation Level: Golden Core Stage 9 ]
[ Cultivation Arts: Art of Healing (Verse 1), Nine Heavens Lightning Swords, Dream Manipulation Art, Shadow Transformation Art, Ancient Shadow Summoning Art, Infernal Spirit Summoning Art, Fire Phoenix Wings, Dragon Phoenix Union Art ]
[ Elemental Affinities: Light (Bonded), Darkness (Innate), Lightning (Merged), Fire (Bonded) ]
[ Special Skills: Divine Cook, Saber Mastery, Curse Monarch's Halo, Grandmaster Weapon Craftsman ]
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For the past seven days, he had been cultivating relentlessly. He was so immersed in his training that he forgot his beautiful wife Seraphina waited for him in her chambers each night, hoping to dual cultivate with him again.
Tonight, however, Seraphina decided to take the initiative.
After lulling Eterna to sleep, she quietly slipped out of her room and headed toward the Royal Bedchamber under the quiet veil of night.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC118: Next Expansion
Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Next Expansion
[ Status ]
[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]
[ Title: The Rebellious One
[ Lifespan: 17 / 500 ]
[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]
[ Cultivation Level: Nascent Soul - Stage 4 ]
[ Cultivation Arts: Art Of Healing (Verse -1), Nine Heavens Lightning Swords, Dream Manipulation Art, Shadow Transformation Art, Ancient Shadow Summoning Art, Infernal Spirit Summoning Art, Fire Phoenix Wings, Dragon Phoenix Union Art, ]
[ Elemental Affinities: Light (Bonded), Darkness (Innate), Lightning (Merged), Fire (Bonded) ]
[ Special Skills: Divine Cook, Saber Mastery, Curse Monarch's Halo, Grandmaster Weapon Craftsmanship, Master Warlord ]
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For the rest of the night, Vahn and Seraphina were completely lost in lovemaking. It was a potent fusion of spiritual energy and deep intimacy. It was not only immensely pleasurable for both, but it also elevated their cultivation at a rapid, astonishing pace.
The Divine Bonding System activated, granting extra bonuses to both parties for their sacred union.
Seraphina's progress was staggering. Her Soul Transformation cultivation witnessed massive progress, driven by the unique harmony with Vahn's powerful Nascent Soul. She was certain this couldn't be attributed solely to the basic Dragon Phoenix Dual Cultivation Art; it was undeniably due to the deep, unique bond they shared.
In just one night, she experienced breakthroughs across 3 minor cultivation stages. Her power soared so dramatically that she knew if this continued for a few more days, she would surpass both Lilith and Aria before they even knew what happened.
Their passionate lovemaking did not go unnoticed. Lilith, confined to her own chambers and currently wrestling with the complex manuals required to break her Spider Demon Curse, heard Seraphina's "shameless moans" echoing softly throughout the Royal Palace with her keen spiritual senses.
It made her profoundly frustrated and annoyed.
Why didn't he make any move on her?
Her mind raced through possible reasons. Was it really about her looks? Does he find her repulsive?
She shook her head, dismissing the idea. She had never seen disgust or hate in his eyes when he looked at her. There was only curiosity, fascination, and even admiration, likely due to her skill in the Darkness Dao.
So, what's the problem?
Does she need to be more appealing? Her mind frantically searched for a possible excuse, unable to accept that she, the formidable Darkness Saintess, could be overlooked.
She was desperate to shed her weakness and claim a share of that intimacy and affection.
the morning, Vahn woke feeling immensely refreshed. The Dual Cultivation had not only advanced his power to the middle of Nascent Soul realm, but it had also completely revitalized his spirit. Seraphina was still peacefully wrapped in the blankets.
He smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. He didn't wake her, allowing her to rest after her own staggering overnight cultivation leaps.
After freshening up and donning his royal robes, Vahn stepped out onto the main balcony of the Royal Palace. His eyes immediately went to the training yard below.
Under the pale morning sun, the newly formed Royal Guard was already at work. Overseeing them was the Ghost King, his spectral form radiating cold, precise authority as he put the raw recruits through brutal, regimented drills. The ghostly legion of the Misty Valley served as terrifying, relentless sparring partners, ensuring the new vassals took their training seriously.
It was a beautiful sight for a burgeoning Emperor.
But then, Vahn's eyes involuntarily turned to the right balcony, where Lilith stood alone. Though she didn't express it on her face, her expression was its usual mask of cold elegance, Vahn knew she was distressed about something. Her shadow energy seemed slightly restless, and she was gazing out but not truly seeing the mountains.
Vahn approached her, his Imperial Aura softening as he reached her side.
"Good morning, Instructor," Vahn greeted warmly, calling her by thr playful, joking title that acknowledged her guidance on his journey.
Lilith stiffened slightly at the unexpected warmth but maintained her composure.
"Good morning. Instructor?"
"Yes... Instructor. You will always be my instructor," Vahn said, his smile genuine.
Lilith remained silent, but a tumultuous conflict of emotions rose within her. She didn't wish to be forever branded as his "Instructor." The title felt like a respectful distance, a recognition of her skills but a dismissal of her heart. She wanted more.
Her entire journey with Vahn had started with guiding him for their shared vengeance, using him to strike at the Holy Lands. But somewhere along the line, without her even noticing, she had fallen for him.
When did that happen?
Maybe it was that crucial moment, early on, when he looked at her hideous, cursed face and her true, repulsive form beneath. He didn't flinch. Instead, he had simply said, "You're not ugly at all. I accept you."
She had witnessed his staggering growth, both physically and mentally. He was no longer the desperate youth she had trained; he was a King—strong, determined, and willing to risk everything to keep his loved ones safe from harm.
Any woman would fall for a man like him; she was no exception. Beneath the cold exterior of the Darkness Saintess lay a profound yearning to feel protected, truly protected, by someone close.
Lilith took a slow, deep breath, finally turning her gaze from the distant hills to Vahn.
"The defenses are fine," Lilith stated, becoming serious. "The Concealment Barrier is stable, and the Ghost King is an excellent drill sergeant. The Dynasty is secure from local threats."
"What's your next plan?" she asked.
Vahn nodded calmly. "Remember the Barbarians? I think we should go meet them."
Lilith's eyes narrowed. "The Barbarians... That's a good direction for territorial expansion. But they have exceptional physical strength and anti-spirit energy domains. If you get close to them, you will be a helpless chicken."
Vahn laughed, a deep, confident sound. "Haha, you think I am really physically that weak, Lilith? My Void Refining Physique is not for show. Besides, we're going for gathering intels and learning their weaknesses. We cannot rule this continent without understanding its strongest local power."
Lilith looked at him doubtfully. Her experience told her this was reckless. "I don't think this mission would go that smoothly. We should take extra measures for safety. Just in case."
"That is of course," Vahn agreed, his smile acknowledging her valid caution. "We go, but we go prepared."
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC119: Manipulating Dreams
Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Manipulating Dreams
Later that day, after giving final instructions to Ezekiel regarding the new recruits and ensuring Seraphina was prepared to start the complex alchemical refinement, Vahn and Lilith left for the Barbarian domain.
Vahn flew through the sky riding the Nuclear Dragon Sword, carrying Lilith on his back. Under his insistence, Lilith had agreed to ride on his Sword. Vahn did this with an Energy Conservation Plan in mind: he could regenerate spiritual energy far faster than Lilith, especially now with his Nascent Soul. Lilith's energy would be needed for their mission's infiltration phase.
Lilith, however, knew nothing of the energy calculation. She simply assumed he was caring for her, which made her secretly happy, softening her usual defenses.
While soaring above the hills and mountains, the duo occasionally engaged in conversation to learn more about each other's past.
Vahn turned the subject to her family. "Lilith, what was your father like? You've only ever mentioned your mother and the rivalry."
Lilith's expression turned melancholic as she replied, "He was the best. Always caring for his daughter and wife, always prioritizing family above factional politics."
She paused, looking down at the blur of the ground below.
"But in the end, he was met with a tragic betrayal. He was sacrificed by those he trusted most. And that's why I hated my mother so much. For taking away the most precious person from my life, for choosing to follow the sect leaders over protecting him when it mattered most."
The conversation revealed their deepest pains: Vahn's exploitation after stealing from his birth parents, and Lilith's mother cruel emotionless treatment.
It was a commonality that deepened the unspoken bond of vengeance between them.
As they continued toward the unknown Barbarian territory, Vahn felt a vibration that had nothing to do with the wind currents. He felt it deep in the earth below.
"Hold fast," Vahn instructed, directing the sword downward slightly.
The sound became a rhythmic, heavy pounding; like a ground-shaking sound that was clearly intentional and massive.
They dropped to a lower, stealthier altitude, peering through a break in the clouds.
Below them, a truly intimidating sight unfolded. They noticed several Legions of hulking humanoid figures with thick hides and big, floppy ears.
Vahn and Lilith instantly recognized them from Ezekiel's intel as the Barbarians.
The hulking figures were moving with surprising military order, carrying enormous, crudely fashioned weapons. They were all heading in the same direction: toward the Misty Valley they had just come from.
Vahn's grin was predatory. A cruel light sparked in his eyes.
"Looks like our neighbors already came to greet us first, Lilith."
Lilith was also genuinely surprised. She didn't expect the local powers to move so fast to seize the nascent Necrotic Dynasty before they could even consolidate their resources.
"This changes everything, Vahn. What are you going to do now?" she asked, the urgency clear in her tone.
Vahn's eyes, still gleaming with that cold, ambitious light, did not waver.
"The plan has changed. We will take control of these Barbarians before they can seize our home. But we cannot commit a slaughter, as that would only be reducing our future warriors. We need to be creative. And I already have a plan for that."
Vahn understood the economic reality of empire-building: a dead foe is a wasted resource.
Lilith nodded, eager to see what he had in store in his mind.
Meanwhile, the thousands of barbarians suddenly paused their advance. They began to set up camp as night was quickly approaching. The terrain was high and dangerous. They couldn't risk getting hunted by wild beasts while marching in the darkness.
One of their commanders, wielding a massive, crudely forged axe, bellowed instructions to his subordinates in the harsh Barbarian language.
"Tonight, we rest, my men! But tomorrow we will seize the magical Castle in the Misty Valley!"
The two thousand warriors roared their assent, a sound like a single, colossal beast: "YEAHHH!"
Their shouts and the ground-shaking thud of their melee weapons hitting the ground reverberated across the plains.
The night deepened, and a full moon hung low over the foggy plains. Soon, each of the barbarians drifted into a deep, muscle-fatigued sleep.
Only then did Vahn make his move.
He stood beside Lilith, his eyes closed. A faint, complex rune glowed briefly on his forehead, radiating a spiritual energy that was faint, yet overwhelmingly potent.
He invoked the forbidden Dream Manipulation Art, and then, right before Lilith's stunned eyes, his physical form dissolved. He simply disappeared into the dream realm.
Lilith froze in shock. When Vahn first claimed he could travel the dream realm, she had dismissed it as a mere boast. But now, she had no choice but to believe it.
And that made him infinitely scarier.
In the dream realm, every individual's mind manifests their deepest fears and most fervent desires. The Barbarians' potent anti-spirit domains offered no defense against an attack directed at their very psyche. Vahn could use their superstitions, their weaknesses, and their ambitions to brainwash these two thousand powerful warriors, instantly turning them into the most loyal soldiers of the Necrotic Dynasty.
Vahn's moved with physical body, traversing the colourful dream realm with wonder and intention to dominate the dream realm. He needed to find the Barbarian Chieftain's mind and project his will onto the entire sleeping legion.
Inside the shared dreamscape, the Barbarians' minds manifested as a chaotic landscape of jagged mountains, monstrous ancestral beasts, and dark caves where their fears dwelled.
Vahn located the Chieftain's dominant dream, finding the hulking commander standing before a colossal, enraged Ancestral Spirit: the chief Barbarian deity of power and war.
The spirit was accusing the chieftain of weakness and failure.
Vahn, using the Dream Manipulation Art, seamlessly merged his consciousness with the Ancestral Spirit's form, augmenting its terror with his own Imperial Aura.
"CHIEFTAIN!" Vahn boomed within the dream, his voice shaking the dream mountains. "YOUR LINEAGE IS CURSED! YOUR ATTACK ON THE NECROTIC DYNASTY IS AN ACT OF PROFANE TREASON!"
Vahn focused on the Chieftain's deepest desire: unimagined strength and power.
"ONLY THE NEW KING, RESIDING IN THE PALACE, CAN BREAK THE CURSE! SUBMIT TO VAHN NECROTIS! HE WILL PURIFY YOUR BLOODLINE AND GRANT YOU STRENGTH BEYOND THE ANCESTORS!"
The Chieftain fell to his knees in the dream, his will shattered by the overwhelming divine terror.
Not just him, Vahn's message was transmitted to the minds of all two thousand sleeping barbarians: Subordination means salvation and unparalleled power.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC120: Submission Of Barbarians
Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Submission Of Barbarians
Vahn's physical form coalesced on the Nuclear Dragon Sword right before Lilith. He wore a serene, satisfied smile, utterly unbothered by the immense mental exertion he had just undergone.
"It is done, Lilith," Vahn announced. "We are returning. The Barbarians would soon be begging to become my subjects."
Lilith could say nothing more. She simply stared at the forest below, trying to reconcile the terrifying nature of his power with his casual demeanor. She was secretly, profoundly impressed. To subdue an army of two thousand elite warriors without shedding a single drop of blood, by simply manipulating their subconscious fears and desires—this was the power of a true, frightening King.
Hours later, when the sun shone brightly above the Royal Palace in the Misty Valley, Vahn and his wives stood on the main balcony, looking expectantly at the towering, obsidian gate.
Vahn was flanked by Seraphina and Lilith, with little Eterna perched joyfully on the spectral shoulders of the Ghost King. The newly recruited royal guards, a mix of Exelcrest and Westlake clansmen, were puzzled by the wait.
Seraphina, radiating warmth, finally asked, "What is this surprise, Husband? What are we waiting for?"
Eterna, already sensing the shift in her father's power, bounced excitedly on the Ghost King's shoulders. "Papa has become more stronger!" she chimed.
"Indeed," Vahn replied, his eyes fixed on the gate. "The first fruits of our journey are about to arrive."
Then, after a tense moment, the massive, rune-etched gate of the Royal Palace opened automatically, revealing row after row of hulking Barbarians.
The sight instantly alarmed the raw recruits of the Imperial Guard, who instinctively raised their rudimentary weapons, ready to fight the feared invaders.
"STOP!" Vahn commanded, his voice carrying the full weight of his Imperial Aura. The recruits instantly froze, recognizing the terrifying authority.
Leading the legion was the massive figure of the Barbarian Chieftain, Longus. He marched through the gate, his head bowed, the massive axe he wielded now lowered in submission. He stopped directly beneath the balcony.
In a voice that was loud, deep, and utterly sincere, he swore eternal loyalty:
"Hail, King Vahn Necrotis! The Spirits have spoken! The Barbarian Legions beg to become the loyal subjects of the Necrotic Dynasty! We swear eternal loyalty to you, My King!"
The two thousand barbarians roared their pledge in unison, a sound of submission that reverberated across the valley. Vahn had conquered an entire army without firing a single shot.
Vahn stood tall on the stairs, observing the kneeling legion of two thousand Barbarians. He accepted their loyalty without ceremony, his Imperial Aura confirming their submission.
"Rise," Vahn commanded.
All of his original subjects were left completely awestruck. Their mouths went agape. A war had been averted, and a formidable army had been gained, all in one night.
Ezekiel hurried to the base of the balcony, his jaw slack. "Your Majesty... how? How did you subdue an entire Barbarian legion so soon? They are immune to spiritual attacks!"
Vahn gave a casual, dismissive shrug,
"I have made them chase their dreams, Ezekiel. Now you should chase yours. You need to lead them to conquer all the Clans of Oslan." Vahn said with a cruel, knowing light in his eyes.
He didn't need to explain the complexities of the Dream Realm; the result was proof enough.
Vahn looked down at the newly submitted Chieftain Longus.
"Longus! You and your legion are now the Heavy Vanguard of the Necrotic Dynasty's Imperial Guard," Vahn commanded. "Your training will commence immediately under the Ghost Commander. He knows battle and will hone your strength."
Vahn then focused his attention on Ezekiel, his Chancellor.
"Ezekiel, you will work with Longus. You will be the Political Architect and Logistics Head for the new Imperial Guard. While Longus focuses on making them invincible, you will focus on integrating our resources and ensuring their loyalty is absolute."
"Your primary task is to lead the integrated Royal Guard—the Barbarians, the Exelcrest, and the Westlake forces—to conquer every remaining low-tier clan in Oslan within the next 10 days. Bring them back with their resources and their warriors. The time for hiding is over. The Dynasty expands now."
Ezekiel bowed respectfully, his mind racing with the audacity and scale of the King's command. Ten days to conquer an entire region was insane, but with the terrifying Barbarian legions now under command, it was suddenly feasible.
The integration of the Royal Guard began immediately. The Ghost King, now the Commander of the Royal Guard, proved to be a brutal and highly effective drill sergeant. His spectral legion moved through the ranks, forcing the Exelcrest, Westlake, and Barbarian recruits to instantly overcome their mutual hostilities and train as a unified unit.
After 3 days of intensive organization and training, Ascalon and Golka returned with a second wave of recruits, eager for the resources promised by the "King of the Misty Valley."
With the logistics minimally secured, Ezekiel set off.
Ezekiel, flanked by Chieftain Longus and a fearsome contingent of five hundred Barbarian shock troopers, approached the domain of the Serpent Clan, a notorious group known for their poison arts and territorial aggression.
This was not an Extermination Mission. This was conquest by intimidation. Ezekiel had been ordered to maintain minimal bloodshed.
Ezekiel and Longus halted their army just outside the Serpent Clan's main fortifications, a valley guarded by spiked barricades.
Ezekiel didn't bother with negotiation. He gave a single command to Longus. The Barbarian Chieftain simply stepped forward and unleashed a terrifying Bloodline Roar, a massive spiritual shockwave that instantly shattered the main barricades.
Then, at Ezekiel's signal, the Ghost King's spectral aura was manifested over the Barbarian ranks, projecting the image of two thousand vengeful, ghostly warriors standing behind the massive Barbarians.
The Serpent Clan leader, Drakon, emerged, shaking with fear and outrage. His poison arts were useless against the spectral threat, and the physical power of the Barbarians was overwhelming.
Ezekiel stepped forward, radiating the cold authority of his Chancellor status.
"I am Ezekiel, Chancellor of the Necrotic Dynasty. I bring you a choice: Submission or Oblivion," Ezekiel declared coldly. "Your petty poisons are useless against the power of my King. We conquered the Barbarian Hordes in a single night. Do you think your Serpent Clan is any different?"
He displayed a small, shimmering Pill of Cultivation Advancement. "Submit now, and your clan receives the Imperial Arts and resources that will make you strong. Resist, and tomorrow the only thing left of the Serpent Clan will be ghosts."
Drakon, the Serpent Clan leader, looked at the overwhelming, supernatural display of force: an army of giants and ghosts led by a youth who now wielded power beyond Oslan's comprehension. His resistance crumbled immediately.
Drakon knelt before Ezekiel. "The Serpent Clan submits to King Vahn Necrotis!"
The conquest was swift and bloodless. Ezekiel had secured his first independent clan, bringing their resources and their warriors under the Dynasty's banner in less than an hour.
He immediately dispatched a messenger to the next nearest clan: the Rock Fist Tribe with the same chilling ultimatum.
The 10-day conquest had just begun.
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While Ezekiel launched the swift conquest of Oslan, Vahn didn't stay idle. He established his own Blacksmith Hall within the Royal Palace. The weapons from the Divine Treasury were sufficient for their immediate needs, but Vahn aimed to hone his skills and prepare sufficient amounts for the Dynasty's grand future.
Using his Ninefold Heavenly Flame, he melted the hardest ores from the treasury, purifying them to perfection. He then shaped the purified molten metal into various initial crafts: longswords, greatswords, and spears.
Vahn's expertise grew with every swing of the hammer and every successful fusion.
After crafting hundreds of Sky Grade Weapons, his practical skills triggered an upgrade, advancing him to Saint Grade Craftsman.
After three days of crafting complex Saint Grade Weapons, he ascended once more, achieving Heaven Grade Craftsman.
His ultimate goal was to integrate complex magical functions using the power of Runes and Array Inscription, a secondary skill granted by the Grandmaster Craftsman title, aiming to create weapons that surpassed anything known on this continent.
Vahn's first Heaven Grade Weapon was for Lilith. It was finely crafted: a lethal, sleek black dagger that seemed to absorb the very light around it.
It possessed many formidable capabilities:
• Flying Command: The dagger could fly with the master's mental command.
• AOE Strike: It could clone itself into multiple shadow daggers for a wide-area strike.
• Invisibility: It possessed unparalleled stealth akin to true invisibility. Applicable for strongest Spirit Sense out there.
Lilith, Seraphina, and Eterna were all present during its creation, witnessing the final inscription on the Heaven grade darkness dagger.
Eterna looked slightly frightened by the profound, dark power emanating from the dagger.
Lilith, however, felt an inescapable pull from the weapon, a deep resonance as if the dagger was a fragment of her own soul, forged only for her.
"This is Hecate. I have made it only for you, Lilith," he handed it to her with a warm smile.
She didn't reject.
The gift of such a powerful, personalized weapon confirmed Vahn's trust and commitment to her
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Chapter 121: Chap 121: Grandmaster
Vahn presented the spectacular Heaven Grade dagger, Hecate, to Lilith. It was a masterpiece of shadow and steel, radiating pure, lethal darkness.
"This is Hecate. I have made it only for you, Lilith," Vahn said, handing it to her with a warm, genuine smile that dismissed all the barriers between them.
Lilith took the dagger. Its cold surface felt immediately right in her hand, like an extension of her own Darkness Dao. The profound gesture—a Heaven Grade weapon, personalized to her soul—shattered her usual reserve.
A soft smile touched her lips. Without a word, Lilith leaned forward and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss onto Vahn's cheek.
Vahn was genuinely stunned. Never had he imagined the ever-aloof Saintess would take the initiative for such an intimate gesture. Nonetheless, he was happy, feeling the bond between them deepen significantly.
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The brief moment of intimacy did not go unnoticed. Both Eterna and Seraphina pouted dramatically, standing side-by-side.
"Papa, that's not fair! Lilith got a black dagger!" Eterna complained, crossing her tiny arms.
Seraphina chimed in, her warmth edged with playful jealousy. "Yes, My husband. After all the cultivation we did together, and the hard work I'm doing refining pills, where is my reward? It seems the Grandmaster only favors those who wield darkness."
Vahn chuckled, enjoying the rare, warm family dynamic. He immediately agreed to their demands after a few more warm-hearted exchanges, knowing that fortifying his Queens was as crucial as forging weapons for his army.
"Be patient, wife. I will make something for you too."
Vahn quickly turned back to his forge, his Heaven Grade skills allowing for rapid, high-level creation.
For Eterna: He crafted a Talking Doll. It's a small, intricate figure imbued with a playful spirit array. It could move, speak, and follow Eterna wherever she went, instantly becoming her protector and friend. Eterna instantly hugged the doll and happily named it Lulu.
For Seraphina: He crafted a magnificent, Heaven Grade Scepter of Radiance. It was forged from solidified light essence, perfectly matching her elegance and Light Affinity, dramatically amplifying her Holy Light Arts and healing capabilities.
Seraphina smiled brilliantly, holding the scepter which now hummed with pure energy. This time, she didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and gave Vahn a deep, lingering kiss on the lips. It was a deliberate gesture that was both affectionate and provocative toward Lilith, as if physically demonstrating her closeness to their Husband.
"Don't you dare forget who is waiting for you in the Royal Bedchamber tonight, My King," Seraphina whispered against his lips, her eyes twinkling with triumph before she retreated, clutching the new scepter.
Lilith, holding the powerful Dagger of Hecate, watched the exchange. Her internal conflict was on full display: jealousy warred with the immense gratitude and loyalty she felt toward Vahn. She knew Seraphina's kiss was meant to provoke, but she refused to be defeated by a simple display of affection.
Lilith met Seraphina's gaze with a cold, challenging look, then turned to Vahn, the Dagger of Hecate gleaming ominously in her hand.
"Don't ever use that kind of childish provocation again, Seraphina," Lilith said. "It doesn't suit you."
After saying that, she left.
Seraphina sighed helplessly, before turning to Vahn.
"Husband, you will have to work hard," she said in encouragement.
Vahn raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused. "Oh, what's this? You're encouraging me to pursue another woman, Wifey?"
Seraphina moved closer, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "My Husband is such a licentious person. What else should I do?
Besides," she continued, her voice softening, revealing a depth of character Vahn treasured, "we may be wielders of opposite elements, but I know Lilith is a good person. I even admire her strength a lot. And after learning about her tragic past, I feel we can be good sisters."
Vahn nodded, his heart swelling with affection for his gentle Queen. Seraphina was not just accepting Lilith; she was actively trying to heal the broken Saintess and integrate her fully into the family.
"Then I guess I will have to work hard," Vahn affirmed, kissing Seraphina's forehead.
"Ooh, papa, papa. Give Eterna one kiss too." Eterna joined in excitedly after noticing the exchange.
"Yes, come here, Eterna. I will give on to you as well."
With the emotional complexities settled, Vahn busied himself once again with his craft, eager to create something truly spectacular. Something this world hadn't seen yet.
Seraphina and Eterna, recognizing the intensity of his concentration, bid him goodnight and left as it was getting late.
Vahn returned to his forge, his Nascent Soul providing him with unparalleled control over the flames and the runes.
While Vahn worked in the forge, Ezekiel received the report: the Rock Fist Tribe had submitted immediately upon receiving the ultimatum and witnessing the fate of the Serpent Clan. The conquest was moving at an unprecedented pace.
It was now Day 5. Ezekiel, leading a unified force of Barbarian, Serpent, and Clan recruits, marched toward the Iron Hand Clan, known for their ruthless tactics and strong, well-equipped defense. Unlike the Serpent and Rock Fist, the Iron Hand Clan had a regional alliance and were unlikely to break from simple intimidation.
Ezekiel knew this required a direct display of the Dynasty's overwhelming power.
Ezekiel bypassed the diplomacy entirely. He ordered Longus and the Barbarian Vanguard to simply charge the Iron Hand's fortified mountain pass.
The Iron Hand Leader, confident in their defensive formations, watched in horror as the Barbarians, empowered by an invisible, demonic spiritual force, slammed into their ranks. The Iron Hand's defensive Earth Grade Arts shattered like glass against the sheer, physical power and the terrifying spiritual pressure applied by the Ghost Commander's spectral troops.
Ezekiel, however, showed his strategic brilliance. He did not let the Barbarians slaughter them. At the height of the battle, he unleashed his terrifying Ice Lotus Burst, not on the enemy, but on the Barbarian Vanguard, encasing them in powerful, non-lethal, stabilizing ice.
Ezekiel stepped forward to the terrified Iron Hand Leader. "My King commanded minimal bloodshed. Look at your failure, and look at the power I wield to control even my own Vanguard."
Ezekiel then offered the usual ultimatum, showcasing the Pill of Advancement. The Iron Hand Leader, witnessing the barbarian shock troops being controlled by a single youth and facing inevitable destruction, broke.
By the end of Day 5, the Iron Hand Clan and its allied territories had sworn allegiance. Ezekiel had successfully conquered three major clans and tribes in three days. Oslan was fracturing under the weight of the Necrotic Dynasty's irresistible combination of fear, power, and promise.
However, the rapid, overwhelming success of the Necrotic Dynasty's expansion in Oslan did not go unnoticed. Their actions finally drew critical attention from an outside force.
Beyond the green plains of mountains and towering trees, lay a more structured political entity: a Kingdom.
In the crystalline, towering throne room of the ice-bound capital, a royal advisor delivered the alarming news to King Belmont, the massive, imposing ruler of the Frost Giant Kingdom.
"Your Majesty, we noticed significant unrest in the border of the Great Oslan Plains," the advisor reported with concern. "There are already hundreds of refugees taken shelter in our Kingdom. They said a New King has risen there. He is a terrifying figure who commands the Barbarians and spectral ghosts. They claim the local Clans had no choice but to obey his power."
King Belmont was a giant whose skin shimmered with a pale, icy blue and whose breath carried a visible chill. He listened everything with cold clarity. The Frost Giant Kingdom had always viewed the isolated Oslan Plains as a buffer zone, a chaotic land of barbarians and squabbling clans that presented no threat. The sudden emergence of a unified, rapidly expanding power was an immediate strategic threat.
"A new King?" King Belmont rumbled. "And he commands barbarians and ghosts? This is not the work of a local chieftain. It suggests an outside influence, or the awakening of an ancient power."
The King stood, his sheer size dominating the chamber. "The Oslan Plains will not be allowed to unify under an unknown ruler. That land is strategically vital to our southern defense. We will not tolerate a strong, unpredictable rival on our border."
King Belmont issued his command, the words echoing with chilling finality:
"Send the Icebreaker Legion. They will first patrol our border and verify these claims. If this 'Necrotic Dynasty' is indeed unifying the Clans, they will send a diplomatic ultimatum: Submit to the protection of the Frost Giant Kingdom, or be crushed."
"Wise orders, Your Majesty. I shall pass it down," said the flattering minister.
"Wait!" Just then, a beautiful female Ice Giant entered the court. She carried both elegance and an undeniable aura of power. This was Princess Selena, King Belmont's daughter.
"Father, I wish to go and meet this King. Please give me your permission."
King Belmont furrowed his massive brows. "And why do you wish to go there, Selena?"
Princess Selena met her father's gaze without hesitation. "Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, Father. I wish to see if this King has what it takes to give me a strong child."
The statement was brutally frank, a pragmatic approach common among powerful royal lines who valued bloodline purity and strength above all else.
"If he's capable, we wouldn't need to waste our forces. I can bring him to our side peacefully. A union of the Frost Giants and this new power would secure our borders forever."
King Belmont had no objection to her reasoning; it was a faster, cheaper path to conquest.
"Very well, you can go. But if he's unappreciative of your offer, or if his power is merely illusionary, don't hesitate to kill him. The Frost Giant bloodline needs strength, not weakness."
Princess Selena bowed, a predatory gleam in her icy blue eyes.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC122: Selena's Demand
Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Selena's Demand
While Vahn worked on his Crafts, Ezekiel (with Longus and the Ghost King) continued his brutal, rapid conquest. Having broken the regional alliance of the Iron Hand Clan, the remaining small clans of Oslan were now paralyzed by terror and lacked any central defense.
Day 6: Ezekiel conquered the Riverbank Clan, known for their trade routes. They submitted instantly upon seeing the sheer, unified military might and the ghostly auras of the Imperial Guard.
Day 8: The Silent Peak Tribe, the last holdout in the northern mountains, attempted a desperate, suicidal defense. Longus, however, demonstrated the terrifying synergy of the new Guard by having the spectral troops pass through the mountain, distracting the defenders, allowing the Barbarians to breach the fortifications with minimal casualties to both sides. The Tribe submitted, their loyalty sworn in fear and awe.
By the end of Day 9, Ezekiel had exceeded his King's mandate. He had conquered nine of the twelve targeted clans and unified nearly all of the accessible Oslan plains. He had secured massive resources, territories, and thousands of new, loyal recruits who were already being filtered into the Ghost King's training regimen.
The Chancellor sent a triumphant spiritual message back to the Palace: Oslan is nearly unified. The Dynasty awaits Your Majesty's next command.
Meanwhile, the external world was closing in. Princess Selena, moving with the alarming speed of a high-level cultivator, utilized a specialized Ice-Bound movement Art to traverse the vast plains. She reached the edge of the Misty Valley just as Ezekiel was consolidating his final conquest.
She did not wait for diplomacy. She bypassed the newly established checkpoints which were too focused on local threats to recognize a foreign powerhouse and flew directly toward the massive, Royal palace hidden within the valley.
Princess Selena landed just outside the Palace gates, her immense size and glacial aura instantly freezing the air and covering the courtyard in a layer of frost.
The newly inducted guards panicked after seeing her so suddenly. They had faced local threats, but this towering, elegant figure radiating the absolute cold of the Frost Giant Kingdom was on an entirely different level.
Vahn, already aware of the intrusion, stepped out onto the balcony, flanked by Seraphina and Lilith. He could have stopped her before she enter, but he didn't. He was curious about this big guest.
Princess Selena looked up at the young man standing above her, her icy blue eyes raking over his imposing, Heaven Grade-clad figure. She saw the immense power, the regal bearing, and the casual mastery of the spiritual arts that had subdued the Barbarians.
"You must be King Vahn. I am a Princess Selena of the Frost Giant Kingdom. My Father, King Belmont, sends me with a proposition that offers you power, security, and prestige beyond this tiny region."
She paused, a seductive, predatory smile forming on her lips as she delivered her secondary purpose:
"Or perhaps, I should simply start by asking if you are worthy enough to give me a strong child."
Seraphina and Lilith watched the imposing figure of Princess Selena below. Their mouths formed a shocked 'O' shape, not only at the Frost Giant's aggressive marriage proposal but at the brazen disregard for Vahn's existing queens.
Seraphina quickly recovered, her Holy Light Aura erupted slightly in territorial defense.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Our husband isn't interested in that giant body of yours," Seraphina retorted, turning to Vahn for immediate backup. "Isn't that right, Husband?"
Vahn acquiesced calmly, not threatened or tempted by the offer at all.
"Yes. I am not interested in forming any kind of bond with the Frost Giants. I already have two beautiful wives, and my bloodline is secure."
"Furthermore, your proposition to grant me protection, power, or prestige is also unacceptable," Vahn continued, his words cutting deep into the Princess's pride.
"You came here seeking strength, Princess Selena," Vahn declared. "But you mistake the direction of the offering. The Necrotic Dynasty is not seeking protection; we are demanding submission."
Vahn gestured broadly toward the horizon where Ezekiel had completed his conquest. "We have unified the Oslan Plains in less than ten days. We command legions of Barbarians and Ghosts, and we are armed with Heaven Grade artifacts. Your paltry offer of protection is an insult to the power that now resides here."
He fixed his gaze directly on her icy blue eyes. His Imperial Aura enhanced by the Prince of Darkness title press down on her.
"Return to King Belmont. Tell him this: If the Frost Giant Kingdom wishes to survive the coming changes to this continent, they will not send demands or wives. They will send a tribute, and they will swear fealty. Anything less will be met with the full power of the Dynasty."
Vahn had not just rejected the offer; he had flipped the hierarchy, demanding the surrender of the much larger, established Frost Giant Kingdom.
Princess Selena's face deflated like a balloon at Vahn's blunt rejection and counter-demand. The shame of being so casually dismissed, coupled with the insult to her powerful kingdom, was too much.
Then, she burst out into a wild, echoing laughter that cracked the icy air.
"Hahahaha..."
She stopped abruptly, her demeanor becoming dangerously cold. "Who do you think you are? You really think your boasts about Heaven Grade Artifacts would scare us, the mighty Frost Giants? We crush mountains!"
"Why would I boast? Do you see the scepter in my Queen's hand?" Vahn asked, his finger pointing toward Seraphina, who now held the shimmering Heaven Grade Scepter of Radiance. "That's a Heaven Grade Artifact I personally crafted. She is enough to kill you hundreds of times over."
Selena's eyes snapped to the pulsating white scepter. Even from that distance, she felt a wave of oppressive Holy Light energy that made her naturally dark and cold energy tremble. A genuine, cold sweat ran down her temple. The weapon was unquestionably real, and its power was immense.
Yet, she refused to accept it. Her pride, and her father's contingency, drove her.
Her eyes sharpened with cold, murderous determination. "Then you leave me with no other choice, King Vahn. I will show how weak your Queen is."
Whoosh!
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC123: Lilith's Emotional Outburst
Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Lilith's Emotional Outburst
Selena moved with impossible speed for her size. She rushed Vahn, her massive, icy Greatsword erupting with a chilling blue aura, aiming to cleave Vahn and the entire balcony in half. The attack was sudden, overwhelming, and focused entirely on the King.
"I will kill you and your Queens! I will not let you stand against the Frost Giant Kingdom!" she roared.
Vahn did not move. He did not need to.
Seraphina reacted in his place. The Heaven Grade Scepter of Radiance glowed blindingly white in her hand.
"Sanctuary!"
FWOOM!
Before Selena's Greatsword could connect, a massive, shimmering dome of pure, defensive Holy Light instantly erupted, completely encasing Vahn, Seraphina and Lilith in an impenetrable barrier.
Selena's Greatsword hit the Sanctuary field with the force of a falling glacier. The sound was a deafening CRUNCH, shaking the entire Misty Valley and creating a deep crater where she stood, but the Sanctuary Dome did not even ripple. It perfectly deflected the blow, proving its Heaven Grade defensive capabilities.
Selena stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock. Her strongest surprise attack one that could shatter Nascent Soul defenses had been stopped by a mere flower Queen.
Then, she heard the same flower queen say domineeringly: "I am not weak. I'm just merciful!"
The statement was not a boast, but a declaration of the terrifying, restrained power of the Light Saintess.
After saying that, Seraphina waved her Heaven Grade Scepter of Radiance. The scepter pulsed, channeling the pure Light essence of her Dao into a devastating attack. The sky above the palace hummed with divinity as Seraphina created a massive Trident of Pure Light.
HUMM!
The Trident descended like divine judgment from the heavens. Selena raised several layers of Ice barriers to defend herself, but her magic was powerless against the focused, pure energy of the Heaven Grade Light Art.
All her defenses crumbled under the Trident's overwhelming force.
"Bang!"
The Princess of the Frost Giant Kingdom was blasted off the plateau, sent tumbling outside the immediate vicinity of the kingdom like an ant, without dignity or respect.
She was not dead, but utterly defeated and humiliated.
Seraphina looked at Vahn in slight hesitation, the ferocity of the moment fading. "Did I do it right, Husband?"
He nodded proudly, walking over and wrapping his arm around her. "You did it better than I could have. I am proud of my Wife."
The brief, lovely-dovey exchange between Vahn and Seraphina once again stirred Lilith's heart, deep within the isolation chamber where she labored over the cure.
The sight of Vahn's pride in Seraphina, and the realization that she was intentionally excluded from these moments, fueled her internal turmoil.
She decided that tonight she would take the initiative to talk to him.
She must not let these conflicting emotions run rampant. They needed to be settled, for better or worse. Even if he refused her as his wife, she would still do her part as his ally and Minister. She needed clarity.
Meanwhile, Ezekiel returned victoriously from his nearly completed conquest. He had subjugated the entire Oslan region in under ten days, securing vast new resources and thousands of recruits.
He approached the Palace, only to halt at the edge of the spiritual barrier. He saw the unconscious figure of a stunningly beautiful Frost Giant Princess lying outside the defenses.
First, he sought instructions from his King via spiritual transmission.
Vahn replied immediately, revealing her identity. He confirmed that the Frost Giant Princess was an invading agent who had just been forcefully repelled.
Ezekiel's heart was already tempered by the brutality of battle and the sheer scale of the war he had just executed. The identity of his new captive did not flinch him too much. He knew this meant war with a Kingdom, but also provided an immense bargaining chip.
He did as ordered. He approached the unconscious Princess with a contingent of his new, terrifying guards.
"Take her under custody," Ezekiel commanded, ensuring she was treated with care and transported into a secure, heavily guarded cell within the Royal Palace. "She is now leverage against the Frost Giant Kingdom."
The guards moved quickly. They carried the giant woman, who was bruised and unconscious after Seraphina's brutal strike, to the Royal Palace. She was immediately secured in a specialized holding cell under the supervision of the newly installed Exelcrest Clan guards.
This scene did not go unwitnessed. A few Frost Giants, sneaking nearby, had originally followed their Princess here as an advance scouting party.
"Leader, we should move and inform the King. They have powerful forces in that Palace," one whispered, trembling slightly at the thought of the Holy Light that had blasted their Princess.
"Alright, make haste. The Princess has been Captured."
Riding on their Ice Mounds, they hurriedly sped away, determined to deliver the news to King Belmont. The Necrotic Dynasty had just acquired its most valuable leverage and simultaneously declared war on the Frost Giant Kingdom.
Night had fallen. In the Royal Bedchamber, Vahn was deep in thought, focused on the impending task of lifting Lilith's curse. The more he observed her, the more sadness he saw hidden behind her aloofness.
Her curse had defiled her face, forcing her to wear others' faces. Most often, she covered her true self with a veil of darkness. He fiercely wished to set her free from that curse.
At that moment, his blessing: Curse Monarch's Halo came to mind. While it was described to provide him immunity from all curses, he knew there was still a chance it could be used offensively—to purify the demonic energy in Lilith's system. But how he could safely execute the extraction was the real question.
With that intention in mind, he opened the door to head toward her isolated chamber, but just then, he got a scare.
Lilith's veiled figure stood silently just outside the door, her presence completely masked by the Dagger of Hecate's aura.
Both of them froze, momentarily surprised by the unexpected rendezvous.
"Instructor, why are you here?" Vahn asked, recovering first.
"I have something to confirm, Your Majesty," she replied, her tone deliberately formal and distant.
"Why are you calling me so formally, Lilith? We are—"
"We're what?" she interrupted, her voice sharp with suppressed emotion. "I need to hear it clearly. I need to know the terms of our relationship immediately."
Vahn sighed, recognizing the desperate plea for clarity hidden beneath her cold facade.
He signaled Lilith to enter.
"Come inside. Let me clear the relationship between us."
The door closed behind them, sealing the two of them inside.
Seraphina watched this entire scene unfold from the hallway with a faint, knowing smile.
As a woman, she was naturally unwilling to share her husband, but since it was Lilith—a woman who carried such deep pain and was now sacrificing everything for the Dynasty—things became different. Seraphina genuinely sought to make peace and welcome her.
Suddenly, Eterna's whispers echoed, startling Seraphina.
"Mommy, what's Aunt Lilith doing in Papa's room? Wasn't you yesterday who slept with him?"
Seraphina turned around and gave Eterna a suspicious look. "How do you know that, Sweetheart? Did you pretend to fall asleep?"
Eterna bit her tongue, feeling caught. Then she adorably hid under the pillow.
Seraphina just laughed at her daughter's antics.
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Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Curse Purification 1 (R-18)
The royal bed chamber was quiet, too quiet. The faint hum of the curse that haunted Lilith's body reverberated like a mournful hymn in the air.
Vahn sat on her left.
"Lilith," he said softly, "You've been suffering alone for far too long."
Her lips quivered beneath the veil. "Suffering makes me strong. It's the only thing I have left that's mine."
"No," he replied, stepping closer. "You have me. You've always had me, even when you tried to push me away."
Vahn's right hand slowly crawled around her waist, sending a foreign, intense sensation through Lilith's body.
She instinctively pushed it away with her own hand, her eyes flashing with panic beneath the veil. "You haven't made it clear yet, Vahn. Are we just allies, master and servant, or... something else? I need to know the terms before I let you cross boundaries between us."
"You're my wife. You're part of this family. What's there to clarify, Lilith?" Vahn stated abruptly, his sincerity undeniable. "You have always been in my heart. I know this comes as a sudden revelation, but your strength and beauty captured my heart."
Her lips quivered, stunned by the direct confession. "I'm beautiful? You have seen my true face. Still, how can you say I am beautiful?"
Vahn leaned closer, touching her veiled face with unexpected tenderness.
"Seraphina once told me I have the purest heart, but I would say you have the purest heart, Lilith," Vahn insisted. "I know your struggle, I know your pain. You might be a tough and aloof woman, but there's always a little girl who yearned for love and care after your father's unexpected departure. I cannot replace him from your heart, but I aspire to be someone you can open up to. Most importantly, I want to make you smile."
His gentle words and warm breath sent a vibrating sensation throughout her whole being. When was the last time she had smiled? She couldn't remember. After her father's loss, every joy disappeared from her life. But today, he said he wanted to make her smile. It touched her deeply.
Vahn gradually moved closer, bringing his lips to meet hers, even though he couldn't see her lips through the veil.
Lilith, noticing this, became frightened. She moved away sharply, her back hitting the wall.
"No, Vahn. I am afraid I will make you feel disgusted. My body is not pure. It is sullied by Darkness and this curse."
"I don't care, Lilith. I will make you mine, You'll just have to say yes. I will marry you."
Vahn's unwavering declaration, his commitment to marry her regardless of her perceived impurity finally broke through her lifelong armor of fear and self-loathing. The promise of acceptance was overwhelming.
Lilith stopped resisting, letting the mask of emotionless shatter. She looked at him in the eye, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Yes, Vahn," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I accept. I will be your wife."
Vahn smiled, a triumphant, tender smile, and finally claimed her lips through the thin veil, sealing their promise.
Lilith's breath hitched, feeling his passionate lips on hers. She didn't stop his advances. Instead she wanted more.
Vahn forced his tongue inside her mouth, eager to connect with hers.
As soon as it pried past her teeth and touched her tongue, an electric sensation ran through Lilith's body.
She didn't resist the intrusion; instead, she clumsily tried to cooperate. Their tongues battled for dominance, exchanging saliva in the process.
Vahn kept her head locked in place with his hands, greedily sucking the essence from her mouth.
It might have been disgusting to others, but in this moment, she wanted to taste every part of his body.
"Hngh... mmh... haaa..."
After five minutes, as their lips parted, a thin line of saliva stretched between them.
Vahn gazed hungrily at her matured body, which was like a ripe apple. She wasn't as voluptuous as Seraphina, but still her assets were enough to ignite his bestial nature.
Her desire, though unspoken, was clear in her eyes.
"Lilith, can you change back to your original form? I wish to continue our union with the true you, not with another person's mask."
His request stunned her. It made her happy, but it also made her insecure.
She was about to refuse, but his firm eyes told her what he needed right now. She complied submissively.
Her form changed slowly. Her clothes fell apart, her fair skin changed to a purplish tone, and her veil of darkness was replaced by a distorted face of darkness, and then eight spider legs sprouted from her back.
Anyone would have been scared or disgusted, but he wasn't. His eyes never left her face that was ruined by the curse.
"See, you're so beautiful, Lilith. Your breasts are so big, your curves are so sexy, and look at your flower bud—I am getting turned on just by looking at it. Can't you see my little brother is so hard for you?"
Lilith's eyes widened at his shameless words, but she didn't fail to notice the tent above his robes.
"You're still excited despite my ugly body?"
"It's not ugly at all. I like it very much.
Why don't I show it to you?"
Saying that, he slowly loosened his robes, letting them slip from his shoulders and fall soundlessly onto the polished floor
His 7-inch rock hard cock pointed straight at her face. The surface was veiny and swelled, a clear sign of attraction toward her body.
Lilith froze; the scent of male hormone reached under her nose.
"What's this?" she asked, unaware about male organs.
Vahn patiently taught her, "This is your man's intercourse organ. This will go inside your flower bud."
Hearing this, Lilith's purplish flower bud twitched in response, as if eager to taste its first insertion.
"What... is this weird feeling?" she whispered, trembling. There was confusion in her voice, but also fascination.
Vahn stepped closer. "It's what happens when two beings of opposite gender truly desire to connect, Lilith," he said softly. "It shows you are also a woman."
Her heart pounded. She didn't entirely understand, but her instincts did. Something forbidden awoke within her like a pull both terrifying and beautiful.
"Then... what should I do?" she asked.
He smiled gently. "Just be yourself, Lilith. I will teach you everything."
She looked up at him, eyes glimmering with uncertainty and longing. For the first time in her long, cursed life, she didn't feel like a monster. She felt wanted. Not as a tool or a creature of darkness, but as a woman.
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Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Curse Purification 2 (R-18)
Vahn guided her gently toward the bed
"Lie down, Lilith."
She did as he told. As she lay on the soft mattress on her back, the spider legs also relaxed to let him do whatever he wanted.
She kept her eyes closed in embarrassment, but she felt him getting closer.
His muscular body finally fell on top of hers.
It was electrifying. It was her first time feeling another person's skin on hers. It was kind of warm and satisfying.
She shivered when his hand groped her breasts. His touch was gentle at first, but then gradually he kneaded them like dough.
"Ahhn!"
Lilith moaned, feeling her nipples being touched. No, not just touch.
He started sucking her nipples using his mouth like a baby.
"Look at them, Lilith. They are so erect and firm. I wish they would forever stay like this." He admired them by holding them in his hand.
Lilith couldn't respond. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his back, wanting to keep him more close.
The sensation of intense boob sucking turned her on.
Her spider demon body squirmed under his caress and love.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, not with desire alone but with something deeper.
"Vahn..." she whispered, her voice breaking.
He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of her silken hair away from her face. "You don't have to hide anymore."
She blinked, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. "You really mean that?"
"I do," he said softly. "You're beautiful, every part of you."
After saying that, they exchanged another passionate kiss. This time it was wild and unrestrained.
His little brother occasionally rubbed against her forbidden valley, sending jolts of pleasure to both of their bodies.
Vahn didn't care if it was a spider demoness's body. He wanted to pluck his beloved's flower immediately.
However, he also didn't wish to hurt her. Her pussy wasn't yet enough.
For a woman who was about to experience her first time, he decided to be gentle.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his head slowly toward her forbidden valley.
He observed the purplish flower bud closely. It was cleanly shaved and twitching in anticipation.
He sniffed the faint nectar coming out of the crack and felt intoxicated.
At one he extended his tongue, moving it closer to her cave.
"No...don't..."
Lilith's body jerked, trying to stop him by the head.
But with surprising strength, Vahn pushed her hand away.
"You can't stop me from eating your divine nectar, Instructor. I am going to drink them all."
Slurp~slurp~slurp~
He started licking her flower with mad hunger. The sound was nasty and shameful for Lilith to hear.
She pretended not to hear while enjoying the great pleasure in her lower region. She didn't know this could be this pleasurable.
She was on cloud nine.
Mmph, nngh, ahnn...
She felt something was building inside her.
Unable to control it, her body jerked in a violent motion as she released a torrential amount of love juice, washing over Vahn's penis.
His little brother throbbed after feeling her hot liquid on its skin.
After that Van couldn't control himself.
He aligned his cock with her pussy and ground it back and forth.
"Wife, can I?"
He didn't forget to ask permission, which earned an admirable nod from Lilith.
"Yes, you can. Put it inside..." she cooed, recovering slightly.
As soon as she said this, he thrust inside her with one go.
"Ahh!"
Lilith cried slightly due to the membrane being torn apart. Her eyes rolled instantly, and her pussy started tightening around his cock as if it were trying to resist it.
"So tight!" Vahn groaned in pleasure.
The pleasure was so high that he wanted to ejaculate immediately. But he forcefully held it in.
His member was being massaged by her dampening cave walls. Such a tight cave was no less than a blessing. He wanted to enjoy it fully.
"Lilith, are you okay?"
"Huu, I am fine. You can move now."
Vahn didn't wait a moment longer. He started pistoning her inside, ignoring the system notification of the reward for completing their bond to 100%.
Pichak, pichak, pichak,
The sound was different than Seraphina's. Each thrust was like trying to milk him dry. Her inside enveloped his member with immense suction force.
Holding her knees, he kept ramming her inside, making her nectar splash onto his thighs.
Mmph. Nng, ahhn!
Her melodious moans ignite his desire more. His power behind each thrust increased, going back and forth, hitting straight at her uterus.
He could feel her womb barrier by the tips of his shaft.
His animalistic instinct wanted to mark her as his own by making her pregnant.
But then suddenly, he noticed something.
Lilith's purplish cursed body was slowly forming a layer of stone, like the cocoon of a butterfly.
Lilith noticed it too.
Both of them paused, connected by their lower region.
"Vahn, what is this?" She asked, confused.
Vahn smiled triumphantly. "It worked, Lilith. The Curse of Darkness being removed. Look at your face, it's restoring..."
Lilith touched her face, feeling a layer of cracked stone on it too. Beneath the crack lay a healthy, human-like skin.
Her spider legs also started to glow, transforming into a stunning extension of her lineage.
"How did this happen? No one could fix it until now. Not even Seraphina. So how did you do it, Husband?" She asked, a smile forming on her lips for the first time.
"I have a blessing from the Curse Monarch. It protects me from any kind of curse powers. I wasn't sure at first. But by becoming one with you, you also received some of the blessing." Vahn explained patiently, ignoring the pain in his lower region.
Lilith's tears started falling like rain. "Thank you, thank you so much, husband. Thank you for freeing me from this eternal torment. You're truly the man Fate sent. I love you very much."
She hugged him closely to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Vahn, enveloped in her hardness, noticed the purification process had stopped.
"It's not over yet, Lilith. We have to complete our union. Only then, I think, will the curse be removed."
"Yes, yes, please. Come inside me more, husband. Everything is yours."
Saying that, she also started to cooperate more eagerly.
She moved her hips from under, letting his manhood slide in smoothly.
Vahn sucked on her newly birthed pink nipples and sucked them while enjoying the grinding of her slippery warm cave.
After a while, he took control from her. He started ramming her inside while keeping his face buried in her bosoms.
Paah, paah, paah...
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
"Ahh, ahh, ahh... Haa!"
She felt his manhood getting bigger and bigger, as it was about to release something...
She understood whatever is about to come is important to her, so to get his essence, her magnificent transformed spider legs encased his whole body on hers.
She wanted to milk everything out of him, just like a sexy succubus.
Vahn didn't complain. This just brought him to the climax.
"Lilith, take it all!"
With a big thrust, his dick pierced through her hot cave and touched straight to the entrance of her womb.
And then—
With a primal groan, he initiated his release.
Psst, psst, psssst...
His seeds started filling her womb to the brim. Her newly formed face made a deeply satisfied face.
Her stomach was filled with his seeds.
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