Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 527: Chapter 525: Old Demon, Be More Serious

Celeste Grant was still sighing with emotion.

"My dear Nerida is so fair-skinned, beautiful, with such long legs... which scoundrel got lucky with such a prize? It breaks my heart."

"Hehe, but I really didn’t expect Nerida to actually find a Taoist Companion. I wonder what he looks like. Just what kind of man would be good enough for her? I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled and get a good look when the time comes."

At this, her tone paused for a moment. Her gaze shifted to his face, and she couldn’t help but ask, "By the way, where is that male cultivator you mentioned from?"

Javier Sinclair began to explain, "Just past the southern edge of the Immortal Domain. The area is quite remote, and the Spiritual Energy is thin, so most Cultivators don’t go there. There’s a mountain range there called Gloomfang. Past the ruins of Eldoria within it lies a hidden Empyrea called Silvanis. As far as I know, that place is Amarantha, and they’ve always followed the custom of women marrying men."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.

She grabbed Javier Sinclair’s hand and couldn’t help but say, "So, is it what I think it is? Let’s raise the flag of matriarchy high!"

’Ooh! Ooh! The novels weren’t lying! A place like this really exists! The Cultivation World truly has everything. I have to go with Nerida to see it next time.’

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "Yes, it is Amarantha. The men there have always been the ones to marry into their wives’ families."

In contrast to Celeste Grant’s curiosity, Javier Sinclair was quite calm. He didn’t find it strange at all. Among the three thousand worlds, all sorts of places existed; there were places like this in other worlds, too.

In the Demonic Domain, they even had an elder who had ascended from the Cultivation World of a matriarchal realm. So, this was nothing special.

Learning that Nerida’s Taoist Companion was from Amarantha, Celeste Grant’s mind subconsciously drifted to some improper thoughts.

She let out a mischievous chuckle, leaned close to Javier Sinclair, and asked in a low voice, "Let me ask you, since Nerida’s Taoist Companion is from Amarantha, is his... anatomy... what I think it is? Is he built the same as you? Also, does he get a monthly period? Can he get pregnant?"

She fired off several questions in a row.

’I feel so creepy and shameless right now,’ she thought as the questions left her lips. But she couldn’t suppress her intense curiosity, so she kept her eyes fixed on him.

He probably hadn’t expected Celeste Grant to be so sneaky and ask such a creepy question with that look on her face.

Javier Sinclair was completely stunned. His face darkened, and he could almost feel a crow flying over his head. Looking at Celeste Grant’s curious expression, he reached out and pressed two fingers against her forehead.

"It’s not what you think, Celeste Grant. Get those twisted thoughts out of your head. Although Nerida’s Taoist Companion is a man from Amarantha, he can’t get pregnant, nor does he have a monthly period. The women there are also the ones who give birth. It’s just that their culture and marriage customs are different from the outside world."

Celeste Grant rubbed her head.

"So it’s a normal matriarchal nation."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "Yes, very normal."

She chuckled and said, "That’s pretty great too. A matriarchal nation! The men there must be very different. Maybe a female cultivator can even have three husbands and four consorts."

At that moment, her mind was already filled with images of seven or eight tall, handsome men, stroking their legs while doing a leg-sweeping dance. ’This is definitely the kind of content us Goldies love. What a feast for the eyes.’

’If this were in a novel, countless readers would be shouting, "Damn girl, let me take over for a couple of episodes!"’

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but laugh as she twirled a strand of her hair.

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’What is my wife thinking about? It’s definitely nothing good. She’s probably thinking about those men from the matriarchal nation. Even if she’s just curious, that’s not allowed.’

He reached out and waved his hand over the top of her head.

Celeste Grant looked up at him.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckled dryly.

"You’re not allowed to think about other men. Does This One need to remind you, wifey, that you are a married woman now?" As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Javier Sinclair rested his head on her shoulder. "Celeste... if you’re going to think about anyone, it should be me. Are your husband’s abs not good enough to look at?"

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. She said, "Old Fiend Sinclair, you’re getting more and more shameless." As she spoke, she reached out and squished his cheeks.

Javier Sinclair’s expression was calm as he took her hand and pressed it against his face. "It’s not like you didn’t already know; This One cast aside all shame long ago. If I cared about face, I wouldn’t have been able to marry you, right?"

Hearing this, her lips twitched. She muttered, "You really say that with such confidence, you old fiend."

He lowered his voice and said, "And isn’t that only because I can count on my dear wife’s affection for me?"

’Just listen to that.’

’Are those words a Demon should be saying?’

His fingers hooked under her chin.

"My dear wife, it’s getting late."

She looked at him.

"And?"

His gaze darkened as he stared at her.

"So, let’s not talk about Nerida and the others for now. At a time like this, you should be focused on your Cultivation. I, your husband, will be sure to supervise you."

Celeste Grant arched an eyebrow and pinched his waist. "You’re being improper, you old fiend."

"We are Taoist Companions, how could this be improper?" He leaned in and captured her lips, one arm wrapping around her waist. After the kiss, his voice was hoarse as he whispered by her ear. She heard him say softly, "Celeste... my wife."

His voice was deep and husky.

’So nice to listen to.’

Celeste Grant’s gaze drifted down to his firm chest. Her body reacted honestly; she reached out and caressed it.

And then lower.

’I’m not going to think about it anymore.’

’I’m really having a feast for the eyes.’

Her fingers gripped his sash.

"My dear husband... I’ll help you right now, but you’re not allowed to move." As she spoke, a red silk ribbon appeared in her hand. This was a Magic Treasure.

He arched an eyebrow.

"So this is what my dear wife is into?"

He leaned back slightly, bracing himself on the bed with one hand while the other remained around her waist. Celeste Grant tugged at his sash and pushed him down. She lifted a strand of his hair with her fingers.

"Wait, the bed curtains."

He held out a hand.

A finger twitched.

The bed curtains slowly fell, concealing the two of them from view.

The room was not peaceful that night.

It wasn’t until dusk the next day that a drained Celeste Grant finally emerged from the room.

She stood at the doorway, looking outside.

"I’ve become so depraved. Truly depraved."

But thinking about last night, she was still very satisfied.

Someone approached from behind, and a hand rested on her shoulder. "What is my dear wife muttering about over here?"

Celeste Grant said in a low voice, "My back hurts. I’m cursing you!"

He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Then it seems it’s my fault."

"I’ve made my dear wife suffer."

Just as the two were talking, a voice called out.

"Madam, Madam."

’Is that...’

’Nerida?’

She quickly turned toward the sound and saw someone standing on the corridor not far away. The only one who could look so good in a purple robe was Nerida. And beside her was an unfamiliar male cultivator—this must be her Taoist Companion.