Last night, her stomach had repeatedly swollen and flattened. It was no wonder Reiya had asked.
Empowered by his two Talents, [Withered Glory Sun] and [Flawless Face], Westheid’s constitution had beco an Innate Butter Saint Body. Don’t ask how his output could easily reach dozens of liters. The answer is simply: this is the Extraordinary World, a place that casually spits on the law of conservation of mass.
Reiya rubbed her lower abdon as she spoke.
"I can understand why West wants an heir, but I’m sorry. I have no intention of bearing your child."
"Why?"
Duke Qinghui asked instinctively, then quickly added:
"Don’t misunderstand. I don’t an that I’m determined to get you pregnant—in fact, that wasn’t my intention at all. I was just curious... If you don’t want to answer, you can forget I asked."
And it was true, Westheid had no such intention.
Despite the terrifying volu he’d produced last night, the chances of Reiya getting pregnant were appallingly low. The rarer the bloodline, the harder it was to conceive.
A bloodline like Reiya’s, blessed by two co-existing gods, was almost certainly sterile.
He was just surprised that Reiya would say such a thing. Normally, a White-haired Dragon Lady in the throes of passionate love should be eager to pop out an entire platoon for him.
Hearing her lover’s question, Reiya countered lightly:
"West, if I really did get pregnant, would you pour your affection into our child?"
Westheid replied, "I’ve never been a father, and I don’t feel I’m qualified to be one. But if we really had a child... of course I would do my best to love them."
"And that is precisely the problem."
Reiya caressed her stomach and tilted her head slightly. Within her magnificent Cang Tong, the colors of sky blue and deep violet gradually intensified, settling like sedint.
"West would certainly love this child, because she would be the fruit of our love. But that also ans... you would transfer a portion of your feelings for onto her. And that would take away sothing that belongs only to ."
"My very personality would beco incomplete. My existence would be damaged. That... I cannot accept that. If my child were to take away the affection that belongs solely to ... then... I would rather kill her with my own two hands."
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady’s pupils dilated to their maximum, yet her beautiful eyes lost their light. In an unnervingly level tone, she had said sothing truly monstrous.
Westheid: "!!!"
’Holy shit, you’re actually terrifying!’
"Hah... West, what’s with that look on your face? I was just describing a hypothetical situation. And because of that, I won’t be bearing any children. So you don’t have to worry about that worst-case scenario ever happening."
Reiya blinked, the light returning to her eyes, as she looked at the stunned Duke Qinghui.
"......"
Westheid could tell she wasn’t acting. He had no doubt that if such a situation were to occur, Reiya would absolutely go through with it.
She had the kind of personality to always follow through on her word.
After Reiya’s bombshell of a declaration, Westheid swallowed whatever he had been about to say. He didn’t dare utter another word.
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady seed to feel that staying with Duke Qinghui any longer would weaken her resolve. So, after one last kiss for her lover, she left with swift efficiency.
Only after watching Reiya’s figure disappear from sight did Westheid let out a long breath, his expression turning grave.
Reiya’s possessiveness wasn’t just intense; it was leaning into yandere territory.
’But that’s an easy fix. To put it bluntly, I’m just not strong enough yet. As long as I beco so powerful I can crush all dissent with a single hand, none of this will be a problem!’
’These ssy romantic entanglents are nothing. A joke. You think I’m going to let myself fail over sothing like this?’
Westheid downed a cold drink with a trembling hand, forcing himself to appear calm.
"Brother, you two were truly incredible last night."
Yolanda, wearing gloves and an apron, erged from a room on the first floor. She glanced at the Qinghui Patriarch sitting on the stairs and praised him.
"From the hallway to the bathroom, from the balcony to the staircase, and inside the room... It took quite a while just to clean everything up."
Westheid exclaid, "You were listening in?!"
The platinum-haired girl’s delicate, porcelain-white face was flushed red as she shook her head in denial.
"Of course not. Why would I spoil my brother’s fun? I just happened to co back once and sensed a bit of a commotion... I was going to remind you, Brother, that our house is rather old and probably can’t withstand such a racket. However, your ability to maintain such a strong libido is a blessing for the clan, so I decided not to interfere."
It wasn’t as if Yolanda had never witnessed Westheid’s heroic conquests before, but none could compare to last night’s.
’Those two are terrifying,’ she thought, deeply shaken.
Yolanda sighed. "Brother, you’re like a wild beast, endlessly venting your insatiable desires. You must do your thinking with a different part of your anatomy than most people."
Westheid said, "...I feel like I just got insulted for no reason?"
The platinum-haired girl folded her hands over her stomach and smiled.
"Not at all. I was praising you, Brother."
’You’d better be! Or I’ll make you pay for this later!’
Staring at Yolanda’s teasing smile, Westheid almost forgot that his bratty little sister had a habit of running her mouth.
’It’s fine. I’ll rember this. The day will co when Yolanda is crying and begging for rcy.’
"However... trying to get the Fourth Princess pregnant is rather unwise. Putting aside the low probability, even if you did have a child, it’s hard to say if they would truly be one of the Qinghui Clan."
After her teasing, Yolanda voiced her concerns more seriously, offering her counsel.
"The Royal Family is not suitable for marriage, Brother."
"You don’t have to tell that, I already know... Knowing Reiya, she’ll probably leave the Imperial Capital tonight. I plan on eting up with a few other acquaintances over the next few days."
Yolanda’s beautiful eyes widened as she imdiately realized what Westheid was planning.
"Brother, are you preparing for the worst before you leave? Are you trying to leave a bloodline for the clan, just in case?"
Duke Qinghui let out an exasperated laugh. "What am I, so kind of desperate fruit fly, trying to leave behind offspring before I die?"
Westheid had no obsession with producing an heir, a trait that set him completely apart from the other Imperial Nobility.
Under the influence of the [Radiant Holy Tree], Imperial Citizens firmly believed that by continuing their family lines, they could pass down their spirit and will through their blood, achieving a state of near-immortality.
How ridiculous.
’Why rely on descendants to fulfill your aspirations?’
Westheid sought to beco a great being who was, is, and ever shall be. For an immortal Celestial God, heirs were unnecessary.
The so-called Qinghui Clan was rely a tool to propel him toward godhood.
Westheid was simply thinking that after he left the Imperial Capital, he had no idea when, if ever, he’d return. The record he’d racked up over the past two years couldn’t go to waste.
Although most of the hundred-plus won he’d slept with were noblewon with no power to speak of, won Westheid wouldn’t deign to give a second glance, there were a very small number who, like Rozana, could provide decent boons.
’Every little bit helps, and you can never have too many skills, after all.’
There was another, more private reason for his decision—a petty thought Westheid would never voice aloud.
He wanted to regain his confidence by utterly dominating so weaker opponents.
’If I can’t dominate Reiya, does that an I can’t beat anyone else?!’
’I’ll fucking go pick on the weak, then!’
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