“If you truly love your little sister, could you please tell me whether she would be happy to share her husband?” Victor asked, his voice calm but serious.
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Victor felt a surge of anticipation mingled with a flicker of unease. He had thought that mentioning Stella would calm the Archpriestess, but instead, it seemed to ignite a deeper, ‘I really don’t understand her…’ he mused, both intrigued and puzzled.
Meanwhile, the Archpriestess felt a thrilling rush.
For a moment, she had feared that Aether, disguised as Victor, might have changed. But his evident concern for Stella, spoken with such earnestness, reassured her. It was as if nothing had changed…. he was still the same caring soul, and this realization made her heart race with joy…. far more exhilarating than a simple kiss could ever be.
Clearing her throat, the Archpriestess replied with a playful, yet sultry smile, “Ahem, of course, she would love to share her husband.” She reached out, her fingers lightly grazing his hand, sending a tingling sensation through her.
Victor shook his head, his gaze steady and penetrating. “I won’t believe it until I see her and hear it from her, said with genuine conviction.”
The Archpriestess pouted, her lips forming a delicate, enticing curve, but her heart fluttered wildly.
His insistence, his firmness, only fueled the fire of her desire, intensifying the strange, electrifying connection she felt towards him.
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Victor, ignoring her pout and the strange surges of affection points, focused on his meal.
Actually, The dish was delicious…
The Archpriestess, her face now showing a satisfied expression, picked at her food, her eyes never leaving Victor. As she noticed a bag beside him, curiosity flared. “What’s that?” she asked, her voice dripping with intrigue.
Victor flinched slightly, then glanced at the bag containing the illegal money. He hesitated, his mind racing for a plausible explanation, before he smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “I was planning to donate this to an orphanage, but I’ve been hesitant, unsure if they are trustworthy.”
The Archpriestess paused, her breath catching as she processed his words and,
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Her eyes widened, filling with a mix of admiration and longing. ‘He hasn’t changed at all!’ she thought, a thrill running down her spine. Calmly, she said, “Why don’t you give it to me? As the Archpriestess, I oversee several orphanages.”
Victor pretended to consider her offer, then nodded. “Please, take it,” he said, handing the bag over to her. The Archpriestess snapped her fingers, making the bag vanish. She didn’t care about the amount; it was the thought of her beloved’s goodness that sent her heart soaring.
Her expression softened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and desire….. She found herself craving another kiss, her mind racing with thoughts of how to orchestrate it.
Meanwhile, Victor sighed inwardly, ‘I’m sorry, Lia, but that money doesn’t belong to us…’ Yet, there was also another hidden agenda that he liked to see.
Just then, the manager arrived, looking flustered and anxious. He scanned the room, searching for Victor, only to find the place seemingly empty, “W-Where is he?” His voice trembled, fear creeping into his eyes.
Then, with a sudden start, he noticed Victor reappear, the invisible barrier around him fading. ‘An invisible barrier? Only a strong individual can do that! Thank goodness!’ he thought, bowing deeply as he handed over the freshly cleaned coat.
Victor inspected the coat meticulously while a waiter approached with the bill. Before the waiter could speak, the manager slapped the bill from his hands and turned to Victor, his voice trembling, “Please forgive him, Young Master. The mistake was mine, so there’s no need to pay.”
Victor looked at him coldly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Do you think I can’t afford to pay?”
“O-Of course not, Young Master,” the manager stammered, his face paling.
“Hmm…” Victor sneered, “Then why did you take 10,000ˀ from my servant just to book a table here?”
The manager’s face drained of colour, realizing his grave error…. He had scammed Victor’s servant, ‘Oh! Fuck!’
“Not going to answer?” Victor’s voice was a low growl, filled with a threatening edge.
“T-That… I…I-It’s a mistake… W-We will refund it now” The manager’s voice quivered, unable to meet the intense gaze directed at him.
The Archpriestess, who had been watching the exchange with interest, asked curiously, “What’s going on?”
Of course, Victor told her why he was there because he knew she really wanted to ask as she was a little doubtful about the coincidence….
So he told the story of a low-level person who worked hard to earn money just to eat what he loved in a high-class restaurant. However, he was scammed, and in order to enter it, that low-level person changed his attire to the highest class so that he could eat what he wanted.
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Hearing this, the Archpriestess’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing with cold fury. ‘They scammed my beloved?’ Her thoughts were a storm of anger and protectiveness. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile, her mind already plotting something.
Victor noticed her reaction and smiled inwardly.
There was no need for a simple face-slapping when you could just…. obliterate it entirely, right?
And Victor was all too willing to take that step.
The Archpriestess gently pulled Victor away from the restaurant, the manager too terrified to speak, fearing any words might worsen his plight.
‘T-Thank goodness….’ As they walked away, he sighed in relief, believing he had narrowly avoided a disaster, unaware that the Archpriestess’s followers were already on their way to shut down his business permanently.
Meanwhile, on the empty night road, the Archpriestess clung to Victor, her grip tight and possessive.
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Victor frowned at the sudden change of affection points, glancing at the Archpriestess who giggled softly, her eyes alight with joy and something deeper, more primal.
Then remembered something… ‘Looks like our courier did his job,’ he thought, nodding in satisfaction.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, the Archpriestess pulled Victor into a dark alley, pinning him against the wall in a classic kabedon pose. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto his lips.
“I’m worried now,” she whispered, her voice a husky, tremulous note.
“Hmm?” Victor tilted his head, curiosity and a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.
“W-Well, what if my little sister doesn’t want to share you with me? I-I can’t think of anything else… I’m a little worried… no, I’m afraid,” she confessed, her voice shaking with genuine fear and a hint of desperation.
Victor nodded, understanding her turmoil. ‘I suppose she really is worried,’ he thought. He removed his mask, revealing his true face, and gently cupped her cheek. “Seraphina Ashwood,” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a tender, reassuring tone.
Seraphina’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face as Aether—now fully himself—called her by name.
“There’s no need to be scared… I’ll be there,” Aether said, his thumb brushing over her skin, leaving a trail of warmth.
“For me?” she breathed, hope and longing in her gaze. Read latest stories on
“Of course… for Stella,” Aether replied, a playful smile dancing on his lips. Seraphina’s face twitched with a mix of emotions before she playfully punched his chest. “You!!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and fondness.
Aether chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “I love Stella, and there’s no way I could ever betray her trust. If she doesn’t want to share me, I have to respect her wishes.”
Seraphina smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. She admired Aether’s loyalty….
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“T-Then, can I get a kiss? As a last memory of you and me?” she asked, her voice breaking with emotion, her eyes pleading.
Aether sighed and said, “If you truly want me… We could talk to Stella. Since she’s your sister, I think she might accept you if you try hard enough.”
Seraphina nodded with a smile but still, she asked, “Please a single kiss”
Aether sighed, ‘I suppose I should be happy that she didn’t force herself….. Let’s do it before she gets out of control and…. might rape me’ he thought as he gulped inwardly.
He looked at her seriously, his gaze unwavering, “I will definitely tell Stella about this. Are you okay with that?” as he tried to use his last hope but,
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“Yes!” Seraphina’s voice was filled with joy, her eyes shining with a mix of triumph and longing.
As Aether leaned in, her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest.
“~Hmm~”
Their lips met in a passionate, electrifying kiss, sending shivers down their spines. Aether’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer, while Seraphina wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, desperate to feel every inch of him.
“~Hmmmm~”
The kiss deepened, their bodies moulding together. Seraphina’s lips parted, inviting Aether’s tongue into a heated dance. She sucked on his tongue, savouring his taste, as if she could drink in his very essence.
Aether’s hand slipped to her backside, squeezing gently her ass,
“~ahh~”
Aether’s breath hitched at the sound, and he kissed her more deeply, lost in the moment.
Meanwhile, Celestia, watching from a distance to avoid the Archpriestess’s wrath, thought with a mix of amusement and excitement, “He’s really playing with fire… I love him!!” She nodded in satisfaction.
Always playing with fire… She was more excited than Aether, wondering how many sisters she was going to have…