Nayla remained seated upon the massive crystal throne, legs elegantly crossed, the sheer black fabric of her gown pooling like liquid night around her hips and cascading down the steps.
One elbow rested casually against the armrest, long fingers curled lightly against her cheek.
The posture was regal, yet relaxed—almost lazy.
Her crimson eyes slowly swept across the group with an amused, almost indulgent patience, as though she were watching children play a ga whose rules only she truly understood.
Aiden stood there for a long mont.
He didn’t speak.
He simply looked at her.
Then, very deliberately, he turned his head and let his gaze move across every single one of his wives, one by one, drinking in their expressions like he was morizing this exact mont.
Luna still clung to his left arm, fingers tightening unconsciously. Her wolf ears were half-flattened, golden eyes narrowed in wary suspicion, yet the way she pressed closer betrayed complete trust beneath the caution.
Nyxion, arms crossed, already guessing trouble.
Thristle, chin lifted, sharp grin tugging at her lips like she’d already figured it out.
Selvara, quiet, unreadable, standing just behind him.
Serica and Arisha steady and observant.
Vegia thoughtful.
Venya was practically vibrating with barely-contained excitent, both hands clasped beneath her chin, enormous eyes sparkling as though she could already feel the happiness that was coming.
Aethoniel clutching her hands together, nervous but hopeful.
Aiden took one long, slow breath.
Then he smiled.
Not the sheepish half-grin he sotis wore when he knew he was being ridiculous.
Not the apologetic one he used when he was about to cause problems for everyone.
No.
This smile was confident.
A little wicked.
More than a little smug.
Nayla noticed imdiately.
One perfectly sculpted brow arched upward in slow motion.
"That look," She said, voice like velvet wrapped around steel, "is not the face of a man about to wish for gold, or power, or even freedom."
She leaned forward just slightly.
"Go on then, Aiden Nightshade." Her crimson eyes glowed faintly. "Ask. I will grant you anything your heart desires."
Aiden didn’t answer right away.
Thristle’s grin stretched impossibly wider, almost splitting her face.
"...Ohhh," She purred, low and delighted. "I know that face very well."
Nyxion glanced sideways at her. "Do you now?"
Thristle crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more shalessly.
"Mhm. That’s the ’I already made up my mind three days ago and literally nothing in this universe will change it’ face."
Luna’s ears flicked. She looked up at Aiden’s profile. "...Master...?"
Aiden turned back to face Nayla.
t those ancient, burning eyes without flinching.
Straightened his spine.
And then, in a voice clear and steady and utterly without hesitation, he said, "Marry . And co live in my world."
The hall didn’t just go silent.
It felt like sound itself had been ripped out of existence.
Even the torches seed to dim for a heartbeat.
Venya let out a tiny, involuntary "Ooooh~♡"
Aethoniel’s jaw actually dropped. "H-H-Huh?! M-m-marry—?!"
Vaara audibly choked on air. "He—he didn’t even pause—!"
Vegia closed her eyes for a long second, exhaling through her nose. "...Of course. Why am I even surprised anymore."
Serica released a long, slow breath. "That’s... certainly one way to use a wish."
Arisha gave one single, decisive nod. "Direct. Efficient."
Nyxion stared at the side of Aiden’s head for a long mont... then let out a low, rasping chuckle.
"You really don’t believe in easing into things, do you, Heart Lord?"
Luna simply... froze.
Her ears slowly flattened completely against her skull.
Her tail went stiff.
Then she exhaled a very long, very suffering breath.
"...Master," She said, each syllable dripping with exhausted affection, "...you are actually unbelievable."
And yet—she didn’t let go of his arm.
If anything, her fingers tightened.
Selvara’s shoulders stiffened for half a second—
Then dropped.
"Tch," She muttered under her breath, barely audible. "Reckless, idiotic, horny bastard..."
Thristle barked out a loud, genuine laugh that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
"I fucking knew it!"
Every pair of eyes in the chamber snapped back to Nayla.
For the first ti since they’d entered this floor...
The Jin Queen looked genuinely caught off-guard.
Her confident, almost mocking expression had cracked.
Her eyes were wide—just a fraction.
Her full lips had parted as though she’d forgotten how breathing worked.
"...Marry you?" She repeated, voice softer than anyone had ever heard it.
Aiden nodded once. "Yes."
"And abandon this place? This throne? This entire dinsion of power?"
"Yes."
"And bind your eternal fate to that of a Jin—an immortal one at that?"
"Yes."
Nayla stared at him.
And stared.
And then, slowly... a soft rose-gold flush began to climb up the elegant column of her throat.
Across her sharp cheekbones.
Over the bridge of her nose.
A real, unmistakable blush.
She blinked once. Twice.
"...You," She said very carefully, as though tasting the words, "...are the first being in more than seven centuries to look at a wish of my caliber... and choose that."
Venya clasped both hands to her cheeks and squealed softly. "Awww that’s so romantic—!"
Nayla slowly leaned back against the throne, one long-fingered hand rising to cover her mouth as a quiet, flustered, shockingly genuine laugh spilled out of her.
"I was prepared for greed," She admitted, voice trembling ever so slightly with amusent and sothing dangerously close to affection. "For arrogance. For a demand for immortality, or dominion over nations, or even the unraveling of ti itself."
Her glowing eyes lifted to et his again.
"But you... looked at ... and chose simple companionship. A shared life. A ho."
Aiden gave the lightest of shrugs, almost boyish.
"You never felt like a prize to be claid, Nayla. You always felt like soone I’d want to walk beside."
The blush deepened dramatically—spreading down to her chest.
She looked away for a second, then back, almost shy.
"...That’s unfair," She whispered. "You shouldn’t say such devastating things so casually."
Nyxion snorted. "Trust . He does it all the damn ti."
Nayla drew in a long breath.
Let it out slowly.
And then she smiled.
A real one.
Soft.
Honest.
Vulnerable.
"...Very well," She said.
The words carried the weight of centuries.
"I accept."
Venya literally jumped in place. "YAAAAAY!!"
Aethoniel let out a tiny squeak that turned into a full-body squeal. "S-s-she said yes—!"
Luna let her forehead fall forward to rest against Aiden’s bicep, sighing so deeply it sounded like her soul was leaving her body.
"...Of course she did. Why would anything in my life ever be simple."
Her tail gave one slow, resigned flick—not angry.
Just... used to it.
Thristle clapped her hands together once, sharply. "Well then. Welco to the absolute fucking madhouse, Queen Nayla."
Serica tilted her head, smiling very faintly. "You’ll adjust. Eventually."
Vegia’s voice was gentle. "We all did."
Aiden’s expression softened—relieved, but still determined.
"There’s one more thing," She said, turning fully to face Aiden once more. "To leave this dungeon... I cannot simply walk out."
Aiden inclined his head. "I thought as much."
She raised one elegant hand, palm upward.
"This place is my anchor. My prison. A simple wish is not enough to sever the bond."
Aiden held her gaze steadily.
"Then?"
Nayla replied, "You’ll need to bind . Through your system."
The word bind echoed in the vast chamber like a thunderclap.
Aethoniel stiffened again.
Selvara’s eyes narrowed dangerously—but she remained silent.
"A binding of that nature is more than a contract, Aiden Nightshade. It weaves our fates. Our souls. Our very identities."
He paused, then added more gently:
"Only if you want it. Truly."
Silence again.
This ti deeper.
Nayla searched his face—not for arrogance, not for greed, not even for certainty...
but for the tiniest flicker of hesitation. Of doubt.
She found none.
Only calm.
Respect.
And sothing warm that made her ancient heart stutter.
She smiled—slow, radiant, almost shy.
"...Very well," Nayla said, voice soft as starlight.
"Bond with , Aiden Nightshade. Take ho."
The system chid.
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[SYSTEM PROMPT]
[NEW ENTITY DETECTED: JIN — NAYLA]
[ELIGIBLE FOR BONDING]
[WARNING: BONDING WILL RELEASE ENTITY FROM FLOOR III]
[DO YOU WANT TO PROCEED?]
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Aiden didn’t hesitate. "Yes."
The light brightened.
Nayla stood slowly from the throne, stepping down the dais toward him.
For the first ti, the throne behind her dimd—losing its authority, its hold.
She stopped in front of him.
Close.
"This will change ," She said softly.
"It will change too," Aiden replied.
She smiled again. "...Good."
She reached out.
Not to grab.
But to place her hand gently over his.
The system pulsed.
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[BOND INITIALIZATION COMPLETE]
[ENTITY NAYLA — STATUS: UNBOUND FROM FLOOR III]
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The hall trembled—not violently, but like sothing ancient exhaling.
The throne cracked.
Light spilled outward.
Nayla closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again—
She was smiling.
Free.
"...So," She said, looking at the group, "these are my new family?"
Luna sighed. "...Yes."
Thristle grinned. "Welco."
Venya waved excitedly. "Family!"
Aiden rubbed the back of his head.
Selvara glanced at Nayla once—then turned away. "Don’t make trouble."
Nayla laughed softly. "I’ll try."
The light intensified.
The passage ahead opened fully.
Aiden took a breath.
"...Alright," He said. "Let’s go ho."
Suddenly... Nayla’s body began to glow. And her curves...
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END OF Chapter : 206 : MY WISH!
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