"YOU'RE VERY FUNNY!" The voice echoed with a comical yet slightly insane tone.
"You killed your older brothers..." The man's imposing voice cut through the air, hitting Strax's ears like a sharp blade. He fell to the ground, powerless, crushed by the weight of the man's aura before him, who seed to be mad.
What was he doing there? Well...
[One day earlier...]
Strax woke up next to Beatrice, their bodies intertwined on the bed. She was completely naked and asleep, her breathing soft and calm. In the monts before, she seed like a fallen angel from the heavens. "Though she acts like an eager succubus... Never mind," Strax thought, trying to get out of bed without waking her. He moved carefully, but inevitably, his movents woke her.
"Darling?" She murmured, yawning lazily. The morning sun was already beginning to invade the room, and soon she would need to get up. He wished she would continue sleeping, savoring that mont of peace. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, gently caressing her head. Beatrice snuggled closer, like a satisfied kitten.
If she were really a kitten, she would be purring with happiness, feeling his caresses.
"So cute," Strax said, feeling Beatrice's heart beating calmly in his arms, the slow rhythms of deep peace. She was truly relaxed. "We need to get up..." Strax murmured, but the girl kept stretching, resisting the call of reality.
"Hey... where did all that..." Beatrice murmured, half-asleep. When she checked her body, she noticed she was no longer "filled." This made her curious and slightly confused. "I transford it into cultivation," Strax said with a mischievous smile, observing the surprise in her eyes.
"C-cultivation? H-how did you turn sen into—" "Shh, quiet. You just need to know this, and don't tell those crazy won. It's called dual cultivation, I learned it so ti ago," Strax said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I..." She tried to protest but realized he was serious. "Alright, dear," Beatrice said, making space for him.
"So... by doing this... I won't get pregnant if you... you know... finish inside." She said, trying to navigate around Strax with words, and he was surprised by the question.
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The system answered without Strax asking. "You probably won't get pregnant," Strax replied, trying to reassure her. "Phew, I didn't want to have kids at this age. Just imagining Monica... poor thing, she lost a child at this age and can never have children again..." Beatrice said, her voice tinged with sadness at the thought.
"She lost the child?" Strax asked, wanting to know how much Monica had confided in Beatrice.
"Yes... she told when I was younger, said she lost the child and her father expelled her from the house for not producing an heir... so she ca to my late father and beca a servant," Beatrice said, her eyes reflecting a painful past. "I see... one day I'll try to help her with that," Strax responded, and Beatrice gave a slight smile.
"If only you knew she is your mother..." Strax thought, keeping the secret to himself.
"I think we better get up. They'll probably co check if we're still alive after the ss we made last night," Strax said, and Beatrice nodded, realizing it was almost lunchti.
"What is that sll..." Beatrice murmured, noting the delicious aroma of at and herbs. "Slls like Monica's already making lunch," Strax said with a smile.
Downstairs...
"Mmm... What are you cooking? It slls amazing!" Samira said excitedly. She loved gourt and well-seasoned dishes. "Stainhardt-style chicken," Monica said from the other side of the counter, smiling as she opened the pot, letting the aromatic steam fill the house.
"Let's see if this gets them up after all their... fun," Monica said hesitantly. "Are you still like this? You should just tell her you're her biological mother. It'll be a huge weight off your shoulders, I promise," Samira said, starting to worry about Monica.
Recently, these won had grown closer, almost like real sisters, especially after Beatrice was kidnapped. Samira didn't like sharing her man, but this wasn't her decision. She had to accept the situation sohow; she wouldn't risk losing Strax for anything in the world. She was a woman of her word, and she had committed herself to him for the rest of her mortal life.
So now, even feeling so jealousy, Samira was always willing to talk with the other two won. She had accepted this "sisterhood" much better than she had ever imagined.
"I'm fine... I just need so ti to think about whether this is the right thing... A mother and daughter sharing the sa man..." Monica murmured, sounding genuinely insecure.
Samira sighed, understanding the complexity of the situation. "Look, Monica, I know this is complicated, but life is rarely simple. We're all here for a reason, and maybe this is an opportunity for you two to reconnect in a way you never imagined." Monica was silent for a mont, stirring the pot and letting the aromas spread through the room.
"I just don't want her to hate for sharing her husband, or for our relationship to beco even more complicated," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "It's not easy to tell soone you're their mother..." Monica murmured.
Before they could continue the conversation, hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs. Strax and Beatrice ca down, laughing at sothing only they understood. "Good morning!" Strax said cheerfully, and Beatrice waved with a warm smile as she rushed down to see what Monica was cooking.
"That sll is wonderful, my favorite!" Beatrice exclaid, approaching the counter to peek at what was being prepared. "I can't wait to try it; it's been so long since I last had this!"
"I hope you like it," Monica replied with a shy but genuine smile. "It's a very special recipe."
In the end, everyone sat down together for lunch. It was the first ti this had happened, and Strax was genuinely happy about it. He wanted them to get along, and just being able to share a al together gave a real sense of family—sothing he wanted to build with these won, as he loved them all. Despite Xenovia's absence due to the Patriarch, for now, everything was calm and happy.
"So, what are the plans for today?" Samira asked, serving herself a generous portion of the Stainhardt-style chicken.
Beatrice looked at her, her eyes shining with excitent. "I was thinking of visiting the market. They say there's a new rchant with exotic items. It might be interesting."
"Don't go alone," Strax said firmly, eating slowly. "If you need to go out without an escort, let know. I'll have Cristine accompany you," he continued. "Do not go out alone; my brothers are still in the city," he concluded.
"Don't worry so much," Samira comnted. "We can take care of ourselves." But Strax's red eyes t hers, making her body tremble. "I won't repeat myself," he said seriously.
Monica, though silent, seed relieved to see the smooth interaction between everyone. Perhaps there was a chance to resolve her personal issues harmoniously. She promised herself that when the right mont ca, she would reveal the truth to Beatrice.
"And you, darling?" Samira asked.
"I'm not sure. Diana was supposed to co help train with dual swords, but honestly... I don't want to," Strax said, feeling sowhat apprehensive about it, especially knowing that this order was to keep a close eye on him. Whatever that old man was plotting was concrete, and he didn't want to be part of it... not that he had a choice.
"I thought you might try to seduce her too, to steal her from your father." Beatrice's comnt made all the won look at her in shock. "What did I say wrong? She's a beautiful and strong woman, just the type for that pervert over there. Besides, I think it's only fair—taking the father's wife as payback for all those years of neglect," she concluded, leaving Samira and Monica blinking in surprise.
"What are those faces for?" Beatrice questioned again. "I thought you were more... possessive," Samira comnted. She was jealous herself but was certain that Beatrice was the most possessive of all.
"First, I'm a happy and secure woman with the man I have," Beatrice said, raising a finger. "Second, if darling wants more won, I'll support him, even if she's his father's wife. Besides, she's a trophy wife who probably hasn't felt a hard cock in that virgin pussy of hers. She deserves happiness too, and it would serve Strax's father right," she added, leaving the other won speechless.
"Third, I don't mind him having more won. Even if it were my mother, I would support her happiness. After all, my husband is everything I would wish for soone I love like my mother. He's the perfect man who would never hurt her!"
Monica was drinking her juice when Beatrice made her final declaration...
PUWHHHHH
Monica spit out her juice in sheer shock at the absurdity of Beatrice's statent.
"Are you okay?" Beatrice asked, handing her a napkin to clean her mouth. "Y-Yes, I'm fine," Monica stamred.
Strax and Samira exchanged glances, trying hard not to laugh.
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