The Fifth Frost-Cold Crimson Beauty
Suddenly they heard the sound of the door opening.
Clara looked up.
"She returned!" she suddenly said.
Then she glanced at the gate.
Victor also curiously looked in the direction of the gate.
The girl who had appeared was wearing a long red robe with black embroidery.
It covered both her delicate and jade-like legs.
She had red hair and red eyes.
Her gleaming and lustrous red hair tumbled down to her shoulders.
Covering half of her snowy white neck.
Her slender figure and slim waist were simply enchanting.
What was remarkable was that her figure and height were comparable to Clara’s.
She had soft huge D cup breasts.
Long legs.
Thick thighs.
Peachy hips.
A voluptuous body.
Her facial features were beautifully and exquisitely carved.
Her dark and thin eyebrows hung over her beautiful eyes.
That radiated a sense of lordliness.
However, her face was as cold as frost.
It emitted a cold aura.
That could force people away from her for a thousand-kilometer radius.
However, not only did this icy arrogance not repel men.
But instead aroused their subconscious desire to conquer her.
There were many beautiful girls.
But not many girls who were so perfect.
That they would be difficult to even dream of.
"Rias, you look angry. What happened?"
Anna sensed the cold aura of the girl and said.
"Just encountered a few pests. Nothing important."
Rias’s frosty expression loosened a bit and said.
"Haha! Many toads in the world want to be with the swan! What did you do? Did you kill them?"
Clara laughed and said.
"No, I don’t want to make trouble for us."
Rias’s face frowned slightly and said.
She really wanted to kill these types of disgusting men.
Who coveted her beauty.
"Don’t worry, this world is filled with these kind of men. You don’t need to pay attention to them."
Anna said.
"Chuckle! If they annoy you again, just cut their dick. They will not be able to annoy any female in the future."
Clara giggled.
At this time, Victor sweated furiously.
Wasn’t he also having desire?
To make them all his women?
His heart raced with nervousness.
He looked at the five women around him.
Each one more beautiful than the last.
His mother Anna.
His aunt Clara.
His maids Skyla and Lane.
And now this newcomer Rias.
All of them were devastatingly gorgeous.
All of them had huge breasts.
Long legs.
Thick thighs.
Peachy hips.
Voluptuous bodies.
And he wanted them all.
But after hearing Clara’s words.
He felt a chill run down his spine.
He needed to be careful.
Very careful.
He couldn’t let them know his true desires.
Not yet.
Not until he was strong enough.
Not until he could protect himself.
He swallowed hard.
And forced a smile onto his face.
Rias walked closer.
Her red robe swayed with each step.
Her huge D cup breasts bounced gently.
Her red hair flowed behind her like fire.
She stopped in front of Victor.
Her cold eyes met his golden ones.
"Young Master, I heard you were injured. Are you feeling better?"
Her voice was cold but polite.
Victor nodded.
"Yes, thank you for asking, Rias."
He spoke carefully.
Trying not to stare too long at her beauty.
But it was difficult.
She was breathtaking.
"I found the remaining ingredients, Aunt Anna."
Rias turned to Anna.
Her voice softened slightly.
"Here they are."
She pulled out a small pouch.
Anna’s eyes lit up with joy.
"Wonderful! Now I can refine the Meridian Mending Pill."
She took the pouch with trembling hands.
"Thank you, Rias. You have done well."
Rias nodded.
Her cold expression remained.
But Victor noticed a small flicker of warmth in her eyes.
She cared about this family.
She cared about him.
Even if she didn’t show it.
Victor smiled inwardly.
This family.
These women.
They were his now.
And he would protect them.
He would grow strong for them.
He would make them his.
All of them.
His gaze swept over the room.
Anna’s black hair and red eyes.
Clara’s purple hair and red eyes.
Rias’s red hair and red eyes.
Skyla’s blonde hair and green eyes.
Lane’s black hair and black eyes.
Five beauties.
Five desires.
One goal.
Victor clenched his fists under the blanket.
He would become strong.
He would use his system.
He would sign in every day.
He would get powerful rewards.
He would heal his body.
He would cultivate.
And then.
Then he would make his move.
His lips curled into a small smile.
The conversation continued around him.
Laughter filled the room.
But Victor’s mind was elsewhere.
Planning.
Dreaming.
And waiting.
For the right moment.
To claim them all.