The main palace of the Fallen Sword Sect stood as the supreme pavilion of the Valley of the Lost Mist, its ancient walls towering above the mist-shrouded peaks below.
It served as home to both the sect leader, Kael’s grandfather, and the sect’s ancestor, a mighty cultivator of the Mortal Tribulation Realm who had walked this world for over four thousand years.
At that very moment, an old man sat upon the silver throne at the heart of the central pavilion.
Golden silk draped his frame, its dragons so finely embroidered they almost seemed alive, their scales glinting in the light of the lanterns hanging overhead.
Such finery was meant for emperors alone, yet he wore it with unabashed, arrogant pomp.
His aged face carried a gentle smile as he watched the sect elders file into the hall one by one, their footsteps echoing faintly across the polished stone floor.
Thirteen positions had been arranged in total.
Twelve belonged to the great families, while the thirteenth was reserved for the neutral forces, who made up roughly twenty percent of the sect’s elders.
Many powerful figures had already taken their places, yet the one who truly mattered was still missing.
The old man’s eyes drifted to his son, Luke Ashen, who had barely stepped into the hall before turning on his heel to leave.
A terrible aura rolled off Luke’s body, heavy enough that a few of the nearer elders shifted uneasily in their seats.
Ever since a recent accident had inexplicably stripped him of an entire layer of cultivation, the man had been acting rather strangely.
In the end, the old man didn’t dwell on it. That was his son’s battle to fight, not his own.
He turned his attention to the entrance instead.
From there, two figures emerged.
A woman of transcendent beauty walked in first, his daughter-in-law.
Beside her strode a young man no less striking.
Kael’s skin glowed warmly under the lantern light. The frame everyone had once known as frail now stood tall and broad, shaped by firm, well-defined muscle.
As the old man studied the pair, Kael met his gaze head-on.
He refused to let himself be swayed by the kindness etched across that aged face.
The truth was, this was a cruel and sadistic old son of a bitch, one of the worst of the worst.
Naturally, Kael’s eyes didn’t linger for long. They slid slowly toward the Purewind family. Or, to be more precise, toward one specific figure seated among them.
Long pink hair fell in endless cascades over her delicate shoulders, each strand shimmering like liquid rose petals beneath the warm glow of the lanterns.
Her face held a youthful, sweet beauty that was somehow deeply seductive all the same.
Her lips were full and rosy, and her large, sharp pink eyes gleamed with pride, every feature carved with a perfection that bordered on unreal.
Her skin was fair, though not as pale as Selene’s, carrying a soft, healthy golden glow that seemed to radiate from every inch of her body.
She wore an elegant gown in the same shade as her hair. The fabric clung to her huge tits like a second skin, stretched so thin across each immense swell that the seams strained, fighting desperately to keep them contained.
In sheer size, her breasts were no less than Selene’s. Perhaps even slightly larger.
Below that staggering bosom, the gown hugged her slender waist before flaring out and descending into two daring slits.
One barely came down far enough to cover the round swell of her ass, while the other plunged brazenly between her legs, baring everything from the generous curve of her hips to the soft, luscious flesh of her thighs.
Thigh-high stockings bit deep into that perfect flesh. Their elastic edges sank into the creamy skin, pinching up doughy bands of plumpness just above the tight seam.
That thick overflow spilled past the band in a mound that practically begged to be squeezed.
She sat in a relaxed pose, her forearms pressed against the sides of her breasts.
The pressure squeezed those massive mounds upward and inward, bulging them together into a deep, shadowed valley that seemed to swallow the very light around it.
The gown’s neckline left almost the entire upper half of those incomparable tits on full, display, and her hands roamed lazily across that ample cleavage, fingers gliding over silken skin as if she were caressing the softest pillow ever made.
Kael froze where he stood, his throat suddenly going dry.
She had already been hot in the memories he’d inherited. But damn... seeing her with his own eyes, instead of through recollections that weren’t even his, was something else entirely.
He flashed a warm smile at the beauty, only for her to turn her face away with haughty indifference, not even sparing him a second glance.
The dismissive turn of her head sent a lock of pink hair sliding off one shoulder, and the small shift carried down into her chest, where the twin globes crushed between her forearms gave a slow, weighty wobble before settling once more.
Seeing her stepson’s reaction from the corner of her eye, Selene smiled sweetly to herself.
Yes... that would work!
She would finally be able to fix her relationship with her stepson, now that Seraphine was about to become his very own private onahole!
Unaware that his stepmother’s thoughts ran every bit as obscene as his own, Kael focused on the status screen that shimmered into existence in front of him.
[You have found a valid target!]
[Name: Seraphine Purewind
Age: 24
Cultivation: Ninth Stage of the Foundation Realm
Race: Human (Half-divine, sealed)
Spiritual Roots: Divine Spiritual Roots (Rank ???) (sealed)
Talent: Genius
Acceptance: -30/100
Husband’s Humiliation: 10/100
Husband’s Humiliation²: 0/100]
[Seraphine Purewind is married to the arrogant young master of the Purewind family, Lucian, a detestable figure who loves to scheme for others’ misfortune.
Attention! Seraphine Purewind has never been touched by her husband! Bonuses will be applied!
Note: Seraphine Purewind is the reincarnated bride of a celestial being from the Seventh Sky. You will steal some of his talent as well. But be careful, he will come after her.]
Seeing all those notifications scroll past, Kael had to clamp down hard on himself to keep from jumping for joy right there in the middle of the hall.
Thanks to his dear stepmother, an absolute goldmine had just dropped straight into his lap!