Vegia didn’t speak. She simply rose on her toes, hands sliding up Aiden’s chest to rest lightly against his collarbones, and tilted her face toward his.
Their kiss was slow. Almost reverent.
Her lips were soft—cool at first, then warming as she pressed closer. Aiden cupped her jaw with one hand, thumb brushing the delicate line of her cheekbone, the other settling at the small of her back to draw her flush against him.
"Thank you for coming ho," she whispered.
Aiden kissed her forehead. "Always."
Zerra was next. Their mouths t with heat—open, eager, no preamble. Zerra kissed like she laughed: loud, fearless, all in. Her tongue swept against his imdiately, teasing, playful, daring him to match her.
When they parted, Zerra was breathing hard, eyes glittering.
"Missed that mouth," she muttered, licking her lips.
Aiden smirked. "Behave."
She laughed. "Never."
Serica lted instantly—soft moan vibrating against his mouth. Her kiss was deep, languid, sensual—like she was savoring every second. Her tongue stroked his slowly, deliberately, curling in ways that made heat pool low in his gut.
When they separated, Serica’s pupils were blown wide, lips swollen and glistening.
"You taste like trouble," she murmured.
Aiden brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. "You love trouble."
She smiled—slow, wicked. "Guilty."
Vaara ca last of the four.
Their kiss was fierce.
Vaara t him with equal force—lips crashing, tongue demanding entrance, hands fisting in his shirt like she needed to anchor herself.
When they broke apart, both were breathing hard.
Vaara rested her forehead against his—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed dark green.
"...Welco ho," she whispered.
Aiden kissed her once more—soft this ti—then murmured against her lips:
"Missed you."
Selvara had been hovering at the edge of the group—arms crossed, cheeks pink, pretending she wasn’t watching every single kiss with growing impatience.
When Aiden finally turned toward her, she imdiately looked away—silver hair falling across her face like a shield.
He stepped closer.
She didn’t move.
She reached out—fingers catching the edge of his sleeve—and tugged gently.
Aiden tilted her chin up with two fingers.
She glared at him—classic tsundere fire—but her cheeks were scarlet.
"You forgot," she muttered, barely audible.
Aiden’s lips curved.
"Did I?"
He leaned down—slowly—giving her ti to pull away if she wanted.
She didn’t.
Their kiss started soft—lips brushing, tentative, almost shy.
Then Selvara made a small, frustrated sound in the back of her throat—and surged up onto her toes, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him like she was trying to prove sothing.
Aiden groaned—quiet, pleased—and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His hands slid up her back—fingers threading into silver hair—angling her head to deepen the kiss. Selvara lted instantly—body going pliant, soft moan vibrating against his lips as her tongue shyly t his.
When they parted, she was trembling—cheeks burning, eyes glassy.
"...Idiot," she whispered.
Aiden kissed her forehead.
"Your idiot."
Nayla had been watching the entire ti, arms crossed beneath her heavy breasts, smirk growing wider with every kiss.
When Aiden finally turned to her, she pushed off the bed with slow, deliberate grace—hips swaying, jet-black dress whispering against sapphire skin.
She didn’t wait for him to co to her.
She closed the distance—hands sliding up his chest—fingernails dragging lightly over fabric—until she reached his shoulders and tugged him down.
Their kiss was filthy from the first second.
Nayla kissed like she fucked—hungry, shaless, all teeth and tongue. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth—bit down just hard enough to sting—then soothed it with slow, wet strokes of her tongue. Aiden growled low in his throat—hands imdiately dropping to her hips—fingers digging into plush flesh, pulling her tight against him until she moaned into his mouth.
One of his hands slid up—cupping the heavy underside of her breast—squeezing roughly. Nayla arched into the touch—moaning louder—nipples stiffening visibly beneath the silk as he rolled one between thumb and forefinger.
His other hand slid lower—gripping the generous curve of her ass—squeezing hard, lifting her slightly onto her toes so her core pressed against the growing hardness behind his trousers.
Nayla broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against his lips:
"Missed these hands, husband..."
Aiden kissed her again—deeper—tongue fucking into her mouth while his fingers pinched her nipple harder, making her whimper and grind against him shalessly.
When they finally parted—both breathing hard—Nayla’s lips were swollen, eyes glowing crimson with lust.
"Welco ho," she purred, voice wrecked.
Aiden squeezed her ass once more—then released her with obvious reluctance.
The cat girl—still peeking from beneath the blanket—had gone scarlet from ears to tail.
She squeaked—once—then yanked the silk over her head completely.
"I-I’m not looking—!" ca the muffled, mortified cry.
Nayla laughed—low, delighted.
"Oh, sweetheart," she called toward the blanket. "You’ll get used to it."
Aiden chuckled.
The cat girl peeked out—just her athyst eyes and the tops of her ears.
"...You do this... every day?" she whispered—voice trembling with shock.
Nyxion laughed—low, wicked.
"Sotis twice."
The cat girl’s ears flattened completely.
She disappeared under the blanket again.
Aiden let the silence breathe.
The blanket rose and fell faintly with her breath, a small tremor running through the silk as she tried very hard to disappear inside it.
Behind him, Edda cleared her throat softly.
Her voice was gentle. Careful.
"...Young Heart," she asked, hands folded over her skirt, eyes kind but curious. "Did you... buy them too?"
Aiden glanced back at her. Then he smiled.
"Yes," he answered simply.
Edda exhaled slowly, then nodded once.
Aiden turned back toward the bed.
Toward the small, shaking shape beneath the blanket.
He moved closer.
The mattress dipped as he sat at the edge.
The blanket twitched.
One ear peeked out.
Then an eye.
Then both ears flattened as she blushed hard enough that even her cheeks were visible through the silk.
"...W-what?" she squeaked, voice small. "I-I’m not gonna kiss you."
Aiden chuckled softly.
"No, no," he said gently. "Nothing like that."
She peeked again—suspicious.
"I have sothing for you."
Her ears twitched.
"...?" she asked, disbelief coloring every syllable.
Aiden nodded.
"Yes."
He reached into the air and pulled out a cloth bag from his inventory.
He held it out.
She stared at it.
Then, slowly—like the world might punish her for moving too fast—she pushed the blanket down to her shoulders and reached out with both hands.
She accepted it carefully.
Like it might vanish.
Aiden smiled.
"I brought you so clothes," he said.
Her eyes widened.
She opened the bag.
Just a little.
Enough to see soft fabric.
Her breath hitched.
She closed the bag instantly and hugged it tight to her chest.
"T-Thank you," she whispered, a small, genuine smile breaking through her nerves.
It was the first ti she had smiled without fear.
Aiden’s chest ward.
"I have another gift," he added.
She blinked.
"...Another?"
He nodded again.
"...A na."
The world stopped.
Her ears stood straight up.
"N-na?" she whispered.
Aiden leaned in—not looming, not rushing—and gently lifted her chin with two fingers.
"Before that," he said softly, eting her eyes, "tell sothing."
Her breath caught.
"Are you willing to stay with us forever?"
Her throat bobbed.
"...Forever?" she asked quietly.
"Yes."
She swallowed.
The room held its breath with her.
Then—slowly—she nodded.
Aiden smiled.
"System," he said calmly. "Start bonding."
Her ears flicked.
"...Bonding?"
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[WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO NA HER?]
[NA: ______]
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Aiden’s voice was steady.
"Your na will be... Lusha Nightshade."
She repeated it under her breath—carefully. Testing it.
"...Lusha."
Her lips curved upward.
"T-Thank you," she said softly. "I love it."
Around them, smiles blood.
"Master is great at naming," Luna said proudly.
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[NA: LUSHA NIGHTSHADE]
[NA ACCEPTED]
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For one heartbeat—
Nothing happened.
Then warmth blood in Lusha’s chest.
She gasped softly, clutching herself as a gentle light wrapped around her like a cocoon.
The wives recognized it imdiately.
Evolution.
Her height shifted subtly, her fra straightening by a small but unmistakable margin, as if her posture itself had learned confidence it never had before.
Her ears lifted higher, sharper in definition, the fine fur along their edges darkening and smoothing.
Her boobs grew bigger, stretching against her dress. Her hips grew wider.
When the glow faded, Lusha’s eyes widened—face burning red as she yanked the blanket back up instinctively.
"W-what did you do to ?" she squeaked.
Her thoughts raced.
*Why do I feel... heavier? Why do I feel... stronger? Why does he feel closer—like I can sense him even without touching? Why does his presence feel... safer?*
Aiden kept his voice calm.
"You’re bonded with now," he explained gently. "You’ll grow stronger with us. And I can protect you better."
She stared at him.
Her tail curled beneath the blanket.
"Bonded?" she whispered.
"Yes. I am actually a Beast Tar. And when you agreed to my terms... We made a contract." Aiden explained.
Lusha mured, "You an like a pet?"
Aiden replied immidiately, "No, No. Family." As he rested his hand on her head, petting her.
Lusha unconsiouly leaned into his touch, humming.
Then she said softly, "I- I guess I am willing and to accept."
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END OF Chapter : 231 : KISSING AND NAMING!
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