“Are we really going to do this? Are we actually going to do this?” Unity asked as she and Lilian moved toward Lady Cynthia’s mansion.
“Yes. I want Mom to have some fun too. I know Kent wouldn’t mind at all,” Lilian responded with a small smile.
She and Unity had thought hard about approaching this, but in the end, they first spoke with Vexthra, who was very happy with the development.
Lady Cynthia is a Root Saint at the 4th level. If she were to cultivate with Kent, he would break through to the Root Grandmaster stage after a few rounds.
Vexthra had explained how having intimacy with stronger women would help Kent, and because of this, the two ladies chose to become agents working to bring these women to him.
Of course, they planned to talk to Kent and let him know the rewards they would receive for their efforts.
As people who wanted nothing more than to remain his women and forever bask in favour of a goddess, Lilian and Unity were beyond happy to add more women to the list.
Whether Kent made these women his own and added them to his harem, they didn’t care. The more women who joined the harem, the more joy Vexthra, who was lonely in the God Realm, would feel.
“I suppose this is okay. Lady Cynthia has been lonely for a long time. Having some fun will go a long way,” Unity said. As someone who had been a maid since childhood, she knew what happens in the Alderford family.
Cynthia, John’s wife, had endured years of emotional neglect. Once a charming and devoted husband, John had grown cold and distant over time.
His obsession with his business ventures and his relentless ambition had driven a wedge between them.
What started as late nights in the study had turned into weeks spent away on “important trips,” leaving Cynthia alone in a vast mansion with only fleeting messages to remind her she was still someone’s wife.
However, the worst was John’s dismissive attitude toward Cynthia’s feelings. He rarely listened when she spoke, brushing off her concerns as trivial or unworthy of his attention.
At gatherings, he barely acknowledged her presence, often using her as a prop to enhance his social image. The man who once held her hand during every storm now stood on the other side of the chasm, indifferent to her pain.
It wasn’t just the loneliness that ate away at Cynthia but the bitter realization that she had become invisible in her own marriage. Her beauty, her wit, her warmth—all of it seemed wasted on a man who no longer saw her.
Unity, having witnessed these quiet tragedies unfold behind closed doors, couldn’t help but feel sympathy for Lady Cynthia.
‘She deserves better,’ Unity thought to herself. ‘She deserves to feel wanted again, to remember what it’s like to laugh, be held, and feel alive.’
She looks at Lilian’s back and sighs. ‘I won’t say anything since that bitch is dead. I guess the secret now dies with her forever.’ Unity sighed again.
She knew about the relationship between John and Lady Olive. While that is a common secret among the maids, she knows something else, and for peace, she will hold that thought for now.
If only she knew not saying anything now would backfire in a few days.
And so, as she and Lilian neared the grand gates of Lady Cynthia’s mansion, Unity’s resolve hardened. If this could bring a spark of happiness back into Cynthia’s life, even for a moment, then perhaps it was worth the risk.
“Mom, open the door. It’s me and Unity. We need to talk,” Lilian called out as they approached the mansion’s door.
“Go away, Lilian. I don’t want to talk,” Cynthia replied from behind the locked door. She had confined herself to her room for hours, unable to face her daughter after what she had done.
“Come on, Mom. This is nothing to be worried about. I don’t blame you. In fact, we’re here to talk to you about something important,” Lilian reassured her, her tone patient and calm as she waited for a response.
A minute passed in silence before the door creaked open. Lilian and Unity stepped inside, and as soon as they entered, Cynthia shut the door behind them and hurried back to her bed.
Cynthia’s beauty was undeniable. Though Lilian and Unity would never admit it out loud, she was far more striking than them.
Her figure was exquisitely developed, with a shapely elegance that drew attention. Her chest was fuller, her curves more pronounced, and her allure seemed effortless.
Even by comparison, Cynthia’s figure rivalled Manager Alina’s, though slightly less exaggerated. She had an undeniable charm that exuded maturity and sensuality.
In short, there was no doubt Kent would find her irresistible, her presence commanding attention in any scenario.
He would love to put her on her knees and project that ass out.
“Mom, we need to talk,” Lilian said as she settled on the bed.
“I know. And before you say anything, I would first like to apologize for peeking into your private affairs. I don’t know what came over me,” Cynthia apologized with an embarrassed expression.
“No need to apologize, Mom, it’s okay. In fact, we came here to tell you we have a plan for you to experience that,” Lilian said, leaning closer to her mom.
In truth, Lilian wanted her mom to become one of their sisters. The reason was simple: she wanted her destiny to change like hers had.
After becoming sisters with a goddess, her destiny had taken a rather good turn, and it was for the best. If her mom joined them, she would be very happy. As to whether her father would say anything, Lilian, just like Unity, also had dirt on him.
The Alderford family looked functional on the surface but was very dysfunctional inwardly. The only saving grace was that John’s concubines weren’t living in the Alderford Mansion.
That was the only saving grace. Things would have turned upside down if it had been any different. Kent wouldn’t have met Lilian and Unity.
“Dont talk nonsense Lilian,” Cynthia said, looking at her daughter with the corner of her eyes.
“I am not talking nonsense, Mom. Although I am not around more often, I know things arent going well for you. But that can be fix. All you have to do is listen to us. If you don’t want it, we wont force you,” Lilian said, gaining some attention.
“Now, before we start, I will only ask this once. Your answer will depend on whether we continue this discussion or not.” Lilian made her stance clear.
Cynthia nodded and knew she was about to do something she never in a million years would expert herself doing. However, while it seemed wrong in her eyes, her heart was saying something different.
Especially when she saw how thick and long Kent’s dick was. She wanted it inside of her, and for that, she would become a naughty girl for that thickness to slide in and out of her tiny cave.
“My question is simple: Do you want to experience what you saw.”