Chapter 35: Seraphine is a good girl (01)

Selene hugged Kael tightly, clinging to his robes and covering her stepson’s face with kisses, one after another, without giving him even a moment to breathe.

She was overwhelmed with happiness.

"Ah... if you really want to show your love for your dear stepson... shouldn’t you kiss a little lower?" Kael teased, and his words made his stepmother’s lips freeze midway.

"Uh?" For a brief moment, there was nothing but confusion on Selene’s face.

The instant she realized what he was talking about, her emerald eyes widened.

"You... shameless boy!" She tugged on his ear with her fingers, but couldn’t hold back the smile that escaped the corners of her mouth. Right after, she hugged him even tighter, burying her face in his shoulder.

She didn’t know who that mysterious master was, but if he was being so good to Kael, how could she complain?

As for his refusal to reveal himself, well, it was common for very powerful experts to be quite eccentric.

Besides, he might be on a mission for his sect in the Land of Divine Light, keeping an eye on Kael solely because of the boy’s talent.

In any case, she was struggling not to jump for joy right then and there.

Her Kael was incredible—just too incredible!

Honestly, she wished his stepsister were there to see this, but unfortunately, the girl was traveling to the Red Dragon Empire, betrothed to a prince there.

Well, not that their relationship was exactly wonderful, but still, as a mother, what was wrong with wanting to see her daughter and stepson getting along?

Not far from there, Seraphine watched it all with shock etched on her face, her shoulders trembling.

Honestly, that was a bit too much for her.

Not just because of Kael’s words, which were far too inappropriate, but because of the sheer absurdity of the situation.

An inferior artifact was something far beyond anything the entire sect could possibly possess.

And Kael had simply handed one over like that, so casually, as if offering a piece of candy.

"Ah... Kael, dear, I can tell your constitution has improved a lot as well, but in the Secret Realm you’ll encounter opponents even from the Golden Core Realm." Selene gradually calmed down, her breathing returning to normal.

She cupped Kael’s face in her hands, her beautiful emerald eyes meeting his, filled with satisfaction.

"I’ll do my best to fully master this artifact and not disappoint your master, but you mustn’t disappoint him either. Train hard and prepare for the Secret Realm of the Divine Mist." She gave his chest a gentle pat, and he nodded without hesitation.

Selene didn’t stay long. She soon left for the meeting at the Sect Leader’s palace, leaving Kael and Seraphine alone in the courtyard.

The beauty didn’t quite know where to look, her delicate fingers twirling a strand of pink hair, twisting it endlessly.

Kael sighed, approaching her with calm steps.

"Good girl." He brought a hand to her hair and stroked it slowly, the soft strands sliding between his fingers like silk.

"Ugh... don’t call me that, you bastard." Seraphine turned her face away, but didn’t pull away from his touch.

"Bastard?" Kael tilted his head to the side and pulled her into his arms before she could step back.

He gave her a firm slap on the butt, the thin fabric of her dress doing little to separate his palm from her skin. The plump flesh gave way under his hand and settled back with a heavy, lazy sway.

"Is that how you talk to your husband? Don’t you think you should use more appropriate language?" he teased, his hand still resting on the spot where he’d spanked her, feeling the heat begin to rise beneath the cloth.

Seraphine moaned softly, clinging to his clothes and burying her face against Kael’s chest.

"D-daddy..." Her voice came out shaky and embarrassed, almost fading away at the end.

"Very well." Kael laughed and scooped her up in one swift motion, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her.

He carried her to the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him with a sharp click.

Once inside, he gently set Seraphine down on the floor.

Her shoes slipped off her delicate feet halfway down, and she landed on the cold tiles with only her knee-high socks covering her feet, her toes curling at the chill.

Kael leaned over her, admiring the beauty of her face—her rosy eyes and hair of the same color framing her flushed cheeks.

"You deserve the title of the sect’s most beautiful woman of this generation... did you know that?" He moved closer and took her lips in a slow kiss.

"Nghnn~~ don’t try to sweet-talk me, you damn pervert... it won’t work!" Seraphine cursed against his lips, though she made no real effort to pull away, her fingers slowly clenching the fabric of his robes.

The handsome young man sat down on the bed and pulled Seraphine on top of him, laying her face-down across his lap, her butt sticking up in the air.

"Aghnn~~ what are you doing, you scoundrel? Let me go!" Seraphine demanded, her cheeks burning and her legs shifting restlessly, her stockings rubbing against each other with a faint rustle.

"You’re being a naughty concubine, don’t you think?" Kael teased, in no hurry at all.

His hand slid down Seraphine’s legs, feeling the softness of her thighs through her stockings, the warmth of them seeping into his palm, before pulling the dress up with it.

The fabric crept upward slowly, grazing her skin, until it revealed that luscious ass—her fair, smooth skin prickling in the cool air of the room, goosebumps spreading across the pale curves.

Seraphine’s breasts were slightly larger than Selene’s, but her butt, hips, and thighs lagged slightly behind.

Of course, they were still beautiful, especially in that position. The wide hips and the two large, plump, creamy orbs emerged from that wafer-thin waist, coming together to form the perfect image of a heart turned toward him.

Kael smiled, letting his hand glide down over those perfect orbs, palm open, savoring how the soft flesh dimpled under the lightest pressure of his fingertips.

clap

A loud smack echoed through the room. Her right buttock flattened beneath his palm and then bounced back, the plump flesh rippling outward to the sides and setting the other cheek quivering along with it, before everything settled again, a pink five-fingered imprint blooming on her skin.

"Anghnn~~ You bastard!" Seraphine cursed, a long moan escaping her as her fingers clutched the sheet.

"That’s not the proper way to refer to your husband, is it?" Kael said, delivering a second slap, a little harder this time.

The impact sent a sharp shudder rolling up through her thighs and into the small of her back, her cheeks clapping together for an instant before parting again, jiggling as they slowly came to rest.

He left his palm there, feeling the heat radiating from her reddened skin and the softness sinking under the weight of his fingers, as if her flesh were trying to swallow his hand.

Seraphine moaned, her tongue slipping from between her lips for a moment, her breath growing heavy and damp against the sheet.

It didn’t really hurt, but it was too humiliating.

Kael raised his hand for the third slap, letting it linger in the air, and finally she gave in.

"D-daddy..." she called out, her voice sweet and obscene. "please, stop it, daddy."

"Hm... good girl." Kael laughed, his hand coming down only to caress her warm, tender skin this time, his fingers tracing slow circles over the marks he’d left as he watched Seraphine’s acceptance rise even further, reaching forty-five.