Chapter 34: A little gift for my stepmother

"Stepmother, Seraphine..."

Kael didn’t even give the two women time to react.

His hands went straight to their arms, pulling them both against his body in a single motion.

Two enormous pairs of breasts, similar in size, full and perfect, jostled for space against his chest.

Their milk jugs pressed together, the soft flesh squishing and spilling over their necklines, sinking and molding around him like warm pillows.

At the same time, Kael’s arms slid down each woman’s waist, his palms gliding along the curve of their backs.

He felt the fine silk whisper beneath his fingers, the warmth of their skin bleeding through the thin fabric, until his hands reached their ass cheeks.

He squeezed hard.

His fingers sank into that plump, soft flesh. The fabric of their dresses stretched taut beneath his palms, tracing the outline of each buttock as the generous meat swelled up between his spread fingers.

When he kneaded, the heavy cheeks shifted and rolled in his grip, warm and pliant, refusing to stay still.

Two stifled sighs escaped at the same time, one deep and surprised, the other trembling.

"K-Kael!" Selene exclaimed, her voice low and hurried. Her hands rested on his chest without really managing to push him away. "The maids are here..."

Kael turned his face slowly, without letting go of either of them.

The maids who worked in Selene’s pavilion—all women—immediately averted their eyes, returning to their work as if nothing were happening.

They all bore mental seals. If they betrayed Selene or spoke out of turn, the consequences would be terrible.

Because of this, Kael didn’t hold back much.

He leaned over Selene, brushing his nose against hers for a moment before placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

They were warm and slightly damp, and he felt her body go limp against his.

"I went into deep cultivation tonight and made great strides in my constitution..." He spoke against her mouth, feeling Selene’s warm breath catch.

"After that, when I woke up, there was a letter from my master beside me... and a little gift for my stepmother."

"Y-your master? A gift?"

Selene’s face was filled with shock as Kael, with a broad smile, released her and Seraphine.

The two were a little flustered. Seraphine adjusted her neckline with a quick, embarrassed movement, her cheeks red, her breasts giving a soft bounce as they were tucked back into place.

From his spatial ring, Kael retrieved a single item.

It was a fan, blue and black, with fine, delicate golden lines forming the silhouette of a heron in mid-flight.

The Qi surrounding it was cold, full of vital energy, making the air around it feel slightly damp, like the breeze off a lake at dawn.

Kael pushed the fan into Selene’s hands, and the look of shock on her face only deepened.

A small cut appeared on her finger.

A drop of blood touched the fan, and in the next moment, she felt a connection form—something winding its way through her sea of Qi like a current of icy water.

The cry of a heron echoed behind her.

Her water Qi erupted. A wave of cold pressure swept through the pavilion, forcing both Kael and Seraphine to take a few steps back, their hair and clothes whipping in the wind.

Dry leaves flew across the courtyard, and the maids clung to the columns to keep from being swept away.

Selene’s eyes closed, and a long moan escaped her lips.

Her body rose from the ground, floating slowly, the sleeves of her dress rippling as if they were underwater.

Behind her, the image of a beautiful heron appeared, its snow-white wings spreading from tip to tip, its cry engulfing the entire sect.

That had been anything but subtle, and, naturally, everyone had noticed.

Even the Sect Leader hurriedly left his private pavilion, flying toward Selene’s pavilion, his shadow cutting across the sky.

Several elders followed him, emerging one after another above the rooftops.

Everyone understood what it was at that very moment.

A lower-grade artifact.

An item so rare that not even the entire sect, with all the wealth accumulated over thousands of years, could afford to buy even a fragment of one.

"Kael." David Ashen, leader of the Fallen Sword Sect, landed and approached, struggling to look away from the bonding process between Selene and that artifact. "Did your master come to visit you? Where is he? I’d like to pay my respects!"

"Unfortunately, I didn’t see the master myself, Sect Leader." Kael clasped his hands in greeting, his face calm. "He simply left this gift for my stepmother while I was cultivating in deep meditation. When I opened my eyes, he was no longer here."

The moment he heard that, David’s heart sank.

Honestly, seeing that item gave him complete certainty that Kael really did have a mysterious master. The boy wasn’t lying.

Spiritual items of that caliber weren’t things one could obtain by sheer luck, much less in a region as poor as the Gray Peaks Continent.

There was only one explanation: Kael’s master was real, and his power was far greater than anyone had previously thought.

David felt greed gnawing at his heart, but he didn’t dare even think of making a move.

A master of that caliber would certainly have left a soul imprint on Kael’s body. If that imprint were to activate, even with just 1% of his power, it would still spell the end of the Fallen Sword Sect.

Not even the Golden Alliance Sect would dare to act.

In the end, David merely sighed, silently watching the phenomenon come to an end.

The heron vanished, and the cold air gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint scent of rain in the courtyard.

Selene looked at the artifact between her fingers. A fan—beautiful and elegant—now pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

She felt her power surge by a tremendous margin. Her Qi was far purer than before, driven by the artifact like a river that had just gained a new source.

She scanned everyone present and then smiled gently.

"Greetings, elders... but could you give me a moment with my dear stepson? I need to have a mother-and-son talk with him. I’ll pay a visit to the Sect Leader’s palace shortly."

For a sect member to obtain an artifact was no small matter and would need to be discussed by the Council of Elders.

No one dared to linger too long. One by one, they cast envious glances at Selene and Kael before departing, their robes rustling as they ascended into the heavens.

Why on earth weren’t their own children blessed with masters like that?

To obtain an artifact so casually, as if it were just any old weapon... that was far too unfair!

Selene, who was still floating a few meters above the ground, let herself descend.

Her delicate feet touched the ground without a sound. Her eyes fell on Kael, and without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms.

Those enormous breasts seemed to have a natural attraction to his face, like a magnet.

The impact sent them springing upward, the soft mounds lurching free of their own weight for a split second before crashing down onto him.

Kael’s face was swallowed up between those warm mountains, the soft flesh closing around his head and stifling his breath, as soft as pillows of heavenly silk.

He smelled her scent, sweet and fresh like lake water, and felt the warmth of her skin radiating through her cleavage.

Selene pressed closer, making sounds of pure bliss with her mouth.

Her breasts pressed even harder against him with every movement, the full flesh bulging around his face and sliding over his ears like warm dough, each little wiggle of her shoulders sending a soft, smothering shiver through them.

Her stepson really was the best!