"Ahhh..." A long, pleasurable sigh slipped past Kael’s lips as the warm water cascaded down his body.
It was a shame his beloved stepmother wasn’t there to "help" him with his shower, but that hardly mattered at the moment.
After all, today was a happy day.
Not only would he be reclaiming all those cultivation resources accumulated over the years, but he’d also locked down yet another priceless source of talent.
Seraphine Purewind.
He was honestly quite curious about that woman.
Not just because of her race—half-divine and currently sealed—but also because she happened to be the reincarnation of a celestial being’s fiancée.
’Hm... a cuckolded celestial ought to yield an absurd pile of rewards...’
The corners of Kael’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he reached out and twisted the faucet shut.
He raked his fingers through his soaked black hair, shaking off the excess droplets, then snatched a towel from the rack and ran it briskly over his body.
Tossing the damp cloth aside, he strolled out of the bathroom completely naked, a few stray wisps of steam still clinging to his skin.
His gaze landed on the bed, where a woman squirmed and twisted against the silk ropes that bound her.
Long, pure-pink hair spilled across the pillow, framing a face contorted with anger and humiliation.
The ropes lashed her wrists to the headboard, stretching her arms high above her head in a pose as vulnerable as it was provocative. The position pulled her whole body taut, lifting her chest and pushing it forward.
"Nghnn~~ you bastard... lucky thing your mother sealed my cultivation, mghnn~~ otherwise I would... aghnn~~"
Seraphine shuddered hard, her curse dissolving into a strangled moan as her voluptuous body writhed against the silk sheets.
She was hot. Hotter than any woman Kael had ever laid eyes on in his entire life.
Her rosy eyes burned with poorly concealed lust. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her jade-smooth skin, pearling along the delicate line of her collarbones before trickling lazily down into the deep, shadowed valley between her huge breasts.
Kael smiled, taking his sweet time as he sauntered toward the bed.
Naturally, Seraphine noticed his nudity at once.
Her gaze dropped, locking onto the large, veined, throbbing member that swayed heavily between his thighs with every step.
Her eyes flew wide for a heartbeat and she tore her eyes away a moment too late.
Kael reached the bedside and sat himself onto the mattress.
His gaze drifted over every inch of that divine body laid out before him.
She wore no shoes, the delicate toes of her small, elegant feet curling and uncurling restlessly against the fine silk of the sheets.
Only the sheer fabric of tight thigh-high stockings sheathed them, climbing all the way up the length of her legs before biting into her thick, creamy thighs.
The elastic bands sank deep into that supple flesh, pinching it upward into plump, tender mounds that bulged generously over the lacy hems.
Kael’s hand drifted there as if drawn by gravity. His fingers pushed into the bare skin above the stocking, sinking into flesh so soft, warm, and giving that it felt like pressing into a heavenly silk-stuffed pillow.
The thigh dimpled around each fingertip.
He had to admit it—Seraphine was in no way inferior to his beloved stepmother.
"Don’t you think your face is a little too hateful for a concubine?" Kael asked casually, kneading the thigh in his grip with slow, possessive squeezes as his eyes wandered upward along the rest of her.
Her dress had ridden up almost to her hips, the disheveled fabric bunched tightly around her slender waist before stretching across the swell of her breasts.
They didn’t lose out to Selene’s either—not in size, not in shape. Perhaps even a touch larger, if he was being completely honest.
The neckline of the bodice had barely managed to hold on over the peaks of her puffy nipples, leaving the upper swells of her breasts—along with the top edges of her pink areolas—fully bared to the cool air of the room.
At last, his eyes reached her face.
"W-who is your concubine? You... nghnn~~ pervert, ah~ filthy bastard..." Seraphine snarled through clenched teeth.
"I made a mistake by not ripping your head off the first chance I got, back when that damn scorpion stung you..."
"Hmm? And what makes you so sure that was a mistake?"
Kael slid his palm slowly upward, tracing the smooth plane of her flat stomach with feather-light strokes.
Her belly fluttered beneath his touch as his fingertips crept higher, until they just brushed the heavy underside of her full tits.
"You’ve been married to Lucian for over a year now, and yet he’s never laid so much as a finger on you. Don’t tell me your dear husband is just a limp dick?"
He hooked his fingers beneath the bunched fabric of her dress and tugged it sharply downward.
The taut cloth clung stubbornly to her stiffened nipples for a brief, teasing moment before finally giving way, snapping down over the hardened peaks.
Her huge breasts sprang free, the heavy globes leaping upward with the sudden release of pressure before dropping back against her ribs with a dull, meaty slap.
Thick ripples rolled across their soft, milky surface, the pair knocking against each other in slow, weighty wobbles. The bouncing gradually tapered into one final, lazy quiver before stilling at last.
Her rosy nipples stiffened even further in the cool air, drawing themselves into tight, swollen puffy buds atop those pink areolas.
"N-no... ah~ don’t you dare say that about Lucian!" she snarled, her voice cracking somewhere between fury and the maddening heat coiling low in her belly.
"Hmm? Can’t I even toss a few insults at the pig who used you to murder me?" Kael taunted, his strong hands closing around those two enormous tits at last.
His fingers sank deep into their ample sides, the digits all but vanishing into the warm, pillowy flesh as if her breasts were swallowing them whole.
He pressed them firmly together, squeezing until the cleavage between the two mounds became a deep, tight seam and the abundant flesh bulged and overflowed between his fingers in obscene, provocative shapes.
Her nipples, pushed nearly close enough to touch, pointed straight up at the ceiling, trembling.
"Kyahnn~~" Seraphine cried out in a sweet, gasping squeal, her entire body shuddering beneath the firm grip as a jolt of unwanted pleasure shot straight through her.
Her back arched off the sheets, pushing even more of that warm weight into his palms, while her bound wrists strained against the silk and her stockinged toes curled tight.
She writhed for a moment longer, but then, all at once, her eyes—pink as her hair and only moments ago clouded over with helpless desire—snapped sharp and lucid once more.
"Y-you’re not that pathetic son of a bitch from before... I know that for a fact... so who the hell are you?"
"Don’t speak of your master so disrespectfully, you naughty little concubine."
Kael ignored the question entirely, lifting one hand from her breast just long enough to deliver a light, playful pat to its plush side.
Those enormous breasts, rising above her chest like a pair of perfect, full mountains, rippled gently at the touch.
A slow tremor spread out from where his palm had landed, the soft mound wobbling against its twin.
Kael cupped them once more, his palms claiming their full weight, and leaned down over Seraphine.
His lips parted slowly before closing hot and wet around one of her stiff pink nipples, the rigid bud throbbing against his tongue.