Chapter 26: Women in love really are strange creatures

Unaware that his name was already on the lips of many venomous snakes, Kael let his body sink into relaxation.

He lay reclined on his bed, his back sunk into a sea of soft pillows.

A glass of wine rested between his fingers, while Seraphine—his new concubine—nestled against his chest like a contented kitten.

His skin, bore a map of small marks left by her teeth and nails—reddish lines scattered across his torso.

Seraphine’s head rested on the right side of his chest, her silky pink hair spilling over his skin like a rose-tinted veil.

Her huge tits pressed flat against his firm abdomen, the soft mounds molding to the contours of his hard muscles, warm and heavy.

Fortunately, it hadn’t taken long for her to accept her new position as a concubine.

Not that she’d had much of a choice to begin with.

The Purewind Family themselves had handed her over, with the blessing and express permission of the Sect Leader.

In the end, her marriage wasn’t even called off. That very same day, she was officially recognized as Kael’s concubine.

"Ah... having power really is wonderful."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he took a slow sip of wine and sank even deeper into the pillows.

His eyes rested on Seraphine’s sleeping face—eyelids serenely closed, lips curved into an angelic smile.

If he hadn’t known just how venomous that woman truly was, or how she’d treated the former owner of this body, he might even have allowed himself to be moved by the sight.

Not that he had the slightest interest in returning her cruelty in kind—having her as his concubine was more than enough satisfaction.

As long as she didn’t try to stab him in the back, of course.

In that case, Kael would have no qualms whatsoever about being cruel.

He was no longer on Earth, and he needed to nip any threat to his life in the bud—he had no intention of meeting a terrible death for being a dumb simp.

"Mhnn~~"

A sweet sigh drifted up from his chest, and his eyes slowly slid down over Seraphine’s voluptuous figure.

She stirred against him, her heavy breasts dragging softly across his abdomen as she lifted her head, blinking away the last traces of sleep.

"You perverted scoundrel..." Seraphine muttered, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Don’t you think you should call me something more appropriate?" Kael’s lips curved into a provocative smile. "A concubine calling her man a scoundrel doesn’t look good at all."

"Hmpff! Like what, husband?" Seraphine retorted, sarcasm dripping from her melodious voice.

"No... how about..." Kael paused, teasing. "Daddy? Call me Daddy when we’re alone."

"I’d rather die than—ah~!"

A sweet moan cut her words off mid-sentence, escaping her pink lips before she could hold it back.

Kael had set the wine glass aside without her noticing. With a fluid motion, he spun her around in his arms, her heavy breasts swinging with the sudden movement.

Before she could process what was happening, she found herself lying face-down across his lap.

Her plump ass jutted high in the air, her back arched in a delicate curve, while her enormous breasts squashed against the soft mattress—spilling out to the sides in mounds of pale flesh, every soft curve deliciously pressed against the silken sheets.

The two heavy globes of her ass quivered faintly.

Kael admired the view with a smile.

His hand slid along the plump curve of her ass first, fingertips gliding over skin as smooth and supple as warm silk, feeling the soft give of the flesh beneath.

Then he raised his palm and brought it down in a slap against her right buttock—full, round, and perky.

His palm sank into the plush cheek, the soft flesh giving way beneath his touch like warm butter, molding perfectly around the shape of his fingers.

Plap

A loud, wet slap sounded through the quiet room.

The full cheek quivered under the impact. A heavy ripple rolled outward from where his palm had landed, crossing the shallow cleft to its twin until her entire plump ass trembled in hypnotic wobbles before settling back into stillness.

"Kyannn~! Oghnn~~ K-Kael... you d-damn pervert... s-stop it..."

Seraphine let out a high-pitched squeal, her hips twitching in his lap. Her eyes fluttered as her tongue slipped out from between her parted lips, a thin trickle of saliva threatening to drip from the corner of her mouth.

Kael’s fingers spread as wide as they could before slowly closing again around that plump, soft, perfect cheek.

They sank in as if diving into pillows of heavenly silk—an impossible softness, too refined for any mortal woman to even dream of rivaling.

He squeezed firmly, feeling the warm flesh bulge up between his fingers, the pale skin flushing pink where his grip dug in.

"Why do you force me to do these shameful things?" Seraphine asked, her trembling voice caught somewhere between resentment and the lust beginning to build in her body.

Kael didn’t answer right away.

He slowly withdrew his hand, then brought it down again.

His palm met the warm flesh with a crisp smack. The impact sent a shiver through the entire mound, the soft globe flattening for an instant before bouncing back and quivering in place.

A faint pink bloom spread across the milky skin where his hand had landed.

"Aghn~!"

Seraphine squealed again, her voice coming out even higher-pitched and sweeter than before, betraying the sensations she was trying so hard to hide.

Her fingers curled into the silken sheets.

[Seraphine’s Acceptance increases by 10%]

Kael had already figured out that physical contact and pleasure gradually raised her Acceptance, and along with that Acceptance came the affection the women felt for him.

His hand came down a third time, firmer than before.

The plump cheek dimpled deeply around his palm. A strong ripple coursed through both globes, the heavy flesh clapping softly together at the cleft.

"S-stop..." Seraphine hesitated for a brief moment, her resistance crumbling. "D-Daddy~"

She finally gave in, drool leaking uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth onto the sheets.

Her face burned with embarrassment as she repeated the question in a submissive voice. "D-Daddy... why do you force me to do these shameful things?"

"Because you tried to kill me," Kael replied with a soft smile, his hand resting lazily on the reddened cheek, feeling the heat radiating from the tender skin as his thumb stroked it. "What did Lucian and Sol offer you as part of what they’d steal from me after my death?"

"Nothing," Seraphine declared, gradually catching her breath as she tried to squirm away from his touch.

"Nothing?" Kael let out an incredulous chuckle.

"Yes, nothing!" Seraphine reaffirmed with conviction, pushing herself up on her elbows and glaring at him over her shoulder, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her with the motion.

"I didn’t need to receive anything from Lucian. Unlike you, he loves me, respects my wishes, and would never force himself on me like this!"

"Ah..." Kael sighed in defeat. "Women in love really are strange creatures..."

He shook his head with a wry smile, and then his gaze caught on the System notification that had just appeared at the edge of his vision.

The corners of his mouth immediately curled up even higher.

Lucian was, truly, a piece of human trash.

Honestly, he’d been feeling a little guilty about forcing Seraphine to be his concubine, since Lucian really seemed to love her.

That guilt had now dissolved, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction spreading through his chest.

Destroying the lives of men who mistreated beauties they didn’t even deserve to touch... that was the greatest pleasure in his life.