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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
Gazing into his eyes, Bryn could see how genuine his words were.
Did she find the fact that he could describe how attracted he was to every part of her body extremely shameless?
100%!
But she did not dislike it at all, though the dark-gold coloring of her golden cheeks deepened even more with his crude words.
'He really believes it, doesn't he?'
She thought while tears gathered in her eyes as some strange emotions started growing in her Heart.
For the last few months, it seemed that she had been wrong, seeing him through her own inner fears, tainting his 'pure' intention.
He truly loved her, body and mind, despite everything she had been telling herself, no matter how unattractive she had believed herself to be for so long.
"Are you telling the truth?"
She let out that question subconsciously, wanting to erase the last few doubts plaguing her mind.
Was her vision failing her?
Were her ears conjuring some sort of illusion?
Was her Heart hoping for too much?
However, seeing Demian nod firmly before saying, 'I swear I'm telling the truth', the last weight in her heart seemed to vanish, leaving only a mix of happiness for the present and great anticipation for the future.
With those deceptively simple words, she was finally free to be herself and be loved for it by the man who had quickly found his place in her Heart in the last few months, his image now living rent-free in her mind, to the point that her cultivation speed had even slowed down somewhat.
Strangely, it did not bother her as much as it would have in the past.
Apparently, her constant quest for strength had unknowingly been relegated further in her list of priorities, replaced by a certain raven-haired man with deep blue eyes, a very recent realization of hers.
On impulse, the usually shy young woman suddenly grabbed the back of Demian's head and brought it toward her own, crashing her lips against his before using her tongue to pry his mouth open as her bountiful bra-covered chest was almost completely flattened against his naked torso, the material doing little in terms of tactile sensation.
The completely unexpected fierceness made the young man's mind freeze, wondering if he was dreaming.
Was it still the bashful woman he was familiar with?
What's up with the tigress-like assault?
However, his mind immediately regained focus as a taste of salted tears reached his tongue, prompting him to respond to her powerful demand for 'warmth'.
As for the change in her attitude, that was something for future Demian to ponder on.
Present Demian had other stuff to do.
Immediately, he entangled his own tongue with hers while his hands moved to rest on her large, muscular buttocks, though the rest was very brief before his fingers swiftly squeezed with eagerness.
Amusingly, his actions made her body tense up immediately, the powerful muscles in her backside unfortunately making it hard for him to get a good tactile enjoyment.
After all, 'delightfully muscular' was her physique's defining feature, though she lacked none of the curves characterizing the Mikhailov women, so as long as her muscles tensed, trying to go deeper became a fool's dream.
'Well, she may act like a tigress, but she's truly like an adorable kitten at heart.'
Demian remarked to himself inwardly, noting how her body's reactions said a lot about her true feelings, or more specifically, her hidden worries.
Too bad he could not get a better feel of her body, but that would have to wait until after the bonding ceremony.
Well, calling it a ceremony was an overstatement, as it merely needed both of their conscious agreement, and the Soul Bond would do the rest.
It was deceptively simple for something with such a significant effect, but it was not necessarily a bad thing.
At least, not in Demian's opinion.
In any case, the two kept their tongue battle going for a while before the sound of deliberate coughing brought them back to reality.
Immediately afterward, Liya's exasperated voice entered their ears.
"You both realize I'm still here, right?"
Immediately, the previously fearless barbarian woman, unrelenting in the face of his almost desperate tongue defense, turned completely meek, pushing herself away from the young man while wearing a bashful expression, her gaze avoiding her mother's own.
The contrast brought an amused smile to the young man's face, prompting him to tease Bryn.
"Your tongue prowess is as impressive as your body, Love."
Although she tried to hide it, Demian saw a proud smile creeping up on the other woman's face, making her seem even more adorable in his eyes.
Adeliya, however, rolled her eyes before remarking.
"Sweetie, I don't mind if you flirt with our man, but I'd like for us to bond with him first. Once it's done, you can even jump into bed with him. I swear I won't care."
Pausing for a second, she then added mischievously.
"Well, I might join you two if you do so. I wouldn't want to miss out on that kind of fun, now, would I?"
A strong surge of excitement appeared in Demian's Heart at her words, along with several NSFW images involving two very naked and very sexy redheads.
Fortunately, his Will was strong enough to keep his lust in check, only letting out a few chuckles, unlike Bryn, who felt utterly mortified.
'Why does Mom sound so much like Sis? It's like she ate some kind of horny pills from who knows where...'
Bryn thought, trying to be brave in the face of adversity.
Look at how thick the skin of those three had become recently.
It would do her good if she could learn from them and avoid feeling constantly embarrassed by their constant lewd comments.
'Be strong, Bryn! You can do it!'
While the golden-skinned beauty was trying to cheer herself up, Demian looked at the evening sky and replied.
"It's already 7... If you two want to, we can skip dinner altogether and go to my cultivation room to bond. It's up to you, of course."
Cocking her brow with a pensive expression, Liya asked.
"Is Sera still training there?"
While sensing the dark elf's position through the bond, he nodded and explained.
"Since she awakened her recent bloodline memories, she's been spending most of her time in cultivation. If it wasn't for me physically taking her to our bed at night, she might have spent all her time in there."
Curious about the conversation's topic, Bryn commented.
"She did skip our usual meals, so I guessed she was pretty into it, but I didn't expect a woman as honry as her could focus so much on cultivation."
Letting out a sigh, Demian then replied exasperatedly.
"I know. I tried to tell her that she didn't need to rush, but it's like I'm talking to a wall. No matter what I say, it goes in one ear and immediately comes out of the other."
Crossing her arms below her imposing chest, her smooth, fair skin barely hidden by her crimson-colored bra, which was the only piece of clothing she wore on her upper body, Liya looked at him with a knowing smile as she said.
"Remind you of someone?"
Giggling, Bryn added.
"Feels strangely familiar, I agree."
With an exaggerated expression of outrage, Demian retorted.
"You two are truly something else. Weren't you the ones pushing me to go through my tribulation so we could bond with each other?"
Tilting her head, Liya shook her head before remarking.
"That's on you, darling. The only thing we wanted was the bond, but it's you who wanted to break through first. So, you're the only one to blame here."
Those words earned a nod of approval from Bryn, whose amused expression told everything about how much she was enjoying his helplessness against her mother's witty retorts.
Moving his gaze from one beautiful face to the other, Demian realized he was outnumbered and outmatched, making any further attempt at defending himself completely futile.
'Get a harem, they said. They will be obedient, they said. Obedient my ass! It would already be great if I didn't get bullied by them.'
With a defeated look on his face, he lifted his hands in surrender and said.
"Fine. You two are always right, and I'm always wrong. Can we move on to the bonding already?"
The two women looked at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, with Liya patting his cheek while commenting.
"Good that you're aware, darling. And sure, we can go now."
With her words, the group of three started walking back inside the main room of his bedroom 'suite' while the young man shook his head slightly, mumbling.
"Truly a bunch of bullies."
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he added.
"Then again, I did sign up for it."
Shaking her head with a playful grin, Liya retorted.
"Don't be so melodramatic. darling. It's just a bit of fun."
As her smile turned a bit more suggestive, she added.
"Actually, if you feel unsatisfied, once we're bonded, I don't mind letting you take revenge and bully me in the bedroom..."
The words and tone brought a shiver of anticipation to the young man, who cursed at himself inwardly for being so weak to her teasing.
To be fair, though, looking at the crimson-colored bra that was barely holding her massive chest, the sheer feat worthy of being called a miracle, and the very tight and very short pair of shorts snuggly embracing her fleshy buttocks, its hypnotic sway repeatedly attracting his gaze despite his best efforts, it was no wonder she could so easily arouse him.
Honestly, Bryn's own attire was not much different, with her wearing a black-colored sports bra that covered most of her imposing bust, though its tight fit left little to the imagination, while her toned behind was outlined through her similarly black-colored pair of slightly longer—compared to her mother's own—shorts.
Bryn was objectively as attractive, though in a slightly different manner, as her mother, but Demian still felt it was much easier to control his desires for her compared to when dealing with Adeliya.
Well, it was true what they said about 'confidence makes the person'.
After taking a few deep breaths to control his rising lust, the young man threw the older redhead a pointed stare before commenting in a dangerous tone.
"You're really pushing your luck, Adeliya Mikhailov. Be careful about the consequences."
Gazing into his eyes, she replied in a husky tone, the corner of her lips raised in a seductive arc as she showed not a trace of fear in front of his threat.
"I can't wait, darling..."
Feeling himself on the verge of losing control, Demian suddenly vanished, leaving only a few words behind.
"Come to the cultivation room."
Chuckling at his panicked retreat, Liya muttered.
"Still too green..."
Hearing the two's exchange, Bryn moved her gaze toward her mother, her expression peculiar.
Picking up on her daughter's strangeness, Liya cocked her brow and asked.
"Is there something on my face, sweetie?"
Shaking her head slightly, Bryn replied hesitantly.
"No, it's just... You've been acting a bit... 'Unusual' lately, and I've been trying to get used to it. That's all."
Her mother's full lips let out a few giggles before responding.
"I'm a mother, but I'm also a woman, you know?"
As her expression turned a bit reminiscing, she added.
"I haven't always been the serious Adeliya you all know. There was a point in time when I was more... More light-hearted, I guess..."
With her gaze regaining her focus and a hint of sadness appearing in her expression, she looked into her daughter's eyes before continuing.
"It's just that life has a knack for forcing people to put aside that light-heartedness."
As Bryn was about to utter some reassuring words, Liya's face bloomed with a genuine, happy smile before she remarked while her soft hand moved to caress Bryn's cheek.
"But that's all in the past, sweetie. Today, I'm truly very happy. I have you and your sister, my two pride and joy, and the three of us even found our soulmate, someone who will cherish us for as long as we live. Since our lifespan might be endless, I can't find anything to complain about."
Tilting her head slightly, Liya then explained, her smile having none of the usual seductiveness she used on Demian, but only pure warmth and love.
"You understand?"
Hearing her mother's words, Bryn's lips' corners lifted into a graceful smile, bringing a touch of softness to her face, before she responded.
"I do. It's just that I'm not used to it yet. But I don't think it's bad or anything. Actually, it's pretty much the opposite. Seeing that shameless man so flustered is hilarious. Speaking of which, maybe you could teach me a bit...?"
Seeing the eagerness mixed with hesitation in her daughter's eyes, Liya let out a few giggles before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the cultivation room where Demian had disappeared previously and where her other daughter was cultivating, while replying.
"Of course, I will. Us mother and daughters need to stick together, or we might end up bullied by our adorable husband. We can't have that, can we?"
As the two walked toward the room where a defining event on their road to becoming legendary cultivators would take place, the air turned strangely peaceful, as if the World was sharing the two women's delight.
Oh, little bird,
Flap your wings,
Let go of your chains,
And reach for the sky.