Oblivious to the shock plastered across Selene’s face, Kael kept absorbing everything. Talent. Attributes. Weapon proficiency.
Memories cascaded through his mind, as if he had spent a full decade drilling with the spear without ever realizing it.
Stances. Breathing patterns. The weight of a thrust delivered at the perfect angle. Every detail settled into his bones as though it had always belonged there.
Beneath his skin, his lean muscles thickened subtly, fibers winding tighter and denser, while his frame seemed to stretch a few centimeters taller.
A little over five minutes later, his eyes finally fluttered open, only to be greeted by a massive pair of breasts hurtling toward his face at terrifying speed.
The pale globes swung wildly with her lunge, still glistening with bathwater.
Selene crushed him into a fierce embrace, dragging him forward with both arms and slamming his entire face deep between her enormous, freshly washed tits.
The smothering pillows pressed tighter, then tighter still, until he could barely tell where his face ended and her cleavage began. Her heartbeat hammered against his cheek through all that softness.
"You did it! You’ve awakened your spiritual roots! I’m so happy! So happy!"
Selene finally pulled Kael’s face out of the suffocating depths of her cleavage, only to immediately smother him in a flurry of excited little kisses, peppering his forehead and cheeks with breathless, eager affection.
With his face gone from between them, the two mounds fell back together with a faint, wet clap, the valley sealing shut.
Every happy little bounce on the balls of her feet set her enormous tits in motion between them. The soft, weighty mounds leaped up with each hop, hung for a heartbeat, then dropped and slapped back down against her ribs with a dull, meaty smack.
Ripples chased across the creamy skin with every landing, and her puffy nipples traced frantic little loops in the air.
She could not wait to share the news with the elders. No one would ever dare look down on her beloved Kael behind his back again! Not after today.
At last, Selene paused, her tear-glossed eyes locking onto his face as she held him tightly against her chest.
Her full, heavy breasts squeezed against his torso, the supple weight flattening over the firm planes of his chest, the warm, doughy flesh molding around every muscle as if to claim him. The overflow bulged out beneath her arms and welled up toward her collarbones, the skin rosy from the heat of the bath.
She could not have cared less about the contact, nor about the obscenity of the act she had committed only minutes earlier.
The memory of him using her mouth as nothing more than an instrument for his pleasure barely registered with her right now.
For so many sleepless nights, she had been certain she would lose her Kael forever.
Even the sect’s chief physician had declared there was no turning back, that this was truly the end, that his soul had already vanished completely from its mortal vessel.
Fortunately, that grim verdict had turned out to be nothing more than a cruel lie.
Her beloved stepson had come back to her.
Better still, he had managed to awaken his own spiritual roots!
The only emotion ruling Selene’s face was the purest, most radiant happiness, her still-damp skin glowing softly beneath the warm bathroom light.
Now, all that remained was to hunt down the bastards who had lured him into that cursed forest and left him in such a state.
"Sweetheart, tell me, who did this to you? Who lured you out to that forest and had you poisoned by that Diamond-Eyed Scorpion?"
Selene eased back from his body slightly as she spoke.
Her breasts peeled away from his chest and swung forward under their own weight, settling with a slow, lazy wobble.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and her palms rose belatedly to cover her stiff, puffy nipples with a touch of returning modesty. Her hands were nowhere near enough, and flesh bulged out around her fingers on every side.
Kael did not answer right away.
His face turned pensive as he combed through his memories, sifting carefully through the scattered fragments left behind by the former owner of this body.
A face surfaced.
She was a beauty.
A mortal discovered by one of the sect’s elders, taken in at first for looks that rivaled even Selene’s own, then kept and elevated for her incomparable cultivation talent.
Seraphine Purewind.
The elder who had brought her into the sect had given her that name, then married her off to his own grandson, Lucian Purewind.
She had been the one to exploit the obvious dullness of mind that had plagued this body’s original owner.
Luring him deep into the forest under false pretenses, she had arranged for him to be ambushed and poisoned by that cursed scorpion.
"Seraphine Purewind."
The moment the name left Kael’s lips and echoed through the steam-warmed bathroom, Selene’s eyes blazed with murderous fury.
"Ugh... that commoner bitch! I knew she was no good!"
Selene stomped her foot hard against the polished floor.
Her cultivation surged outward, nearly spilling out of her body before she reined it back in at the last possible moment.
She would not risk so much as a scratch on Kael through her own lack of control.
Closing her dark eyes, she drew a slow, deep breath and forced herself to steady.
Her face gradually softened, the murderous edge melting into a tender smile that brimmed with overflowing love.