Time flew by like a wild horse galloping through the wilderness, never to return again.
Lucian enjoyed his time with Eloise, savoring every moment before his departure to the Empress Palace.
Before leaving, Eloise also agreed to become Lucian’s woman officially, increasing his Harem Member(s) to 3.
Eloise had also promised that she wouldn’t go to her brother anymore. She would wait for Lucian to take her to the Cultivation World.
As for the Emperor, from the day Lucian returned from the Dukedom until now, he hadn’t come to meet him.
Lucian, too, hadn’t actively tried to meet him.
The Emperor didn’t even question Celine when she told him she would be going with Isabella. He hastily agreed.
And when Celine told Lucian this, he couldn’t help but think that his so-called father was behaving as if he wanted Lucian to leave as soon as possible.
Lucian could more or less guess the reason. After all, he had already killed a few mid-stage Body Strengthening Realm cultivators, and with the Emperor himself being at that stage, it was only natural that he would be afraid of him.
But Lucian had no interest in the throne of a mortal Empire, not after learning of the existence of the Cultivators.
***
It was past midnight now. The Moon hung like a crescent bow high in the sky, casting a soft silvery glow over the sleeping city.
The air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine.
At this moment, Lucian stood behind the Royal Palace, hidden in the shadows of its towering walls.
This secluded area was one of the secret passages used by the Royal Family to leave the Capital City unnoticed, known only to the Royal Family.
Lucian wore a crimson robe that matched his scarlet eyes, its fabric shimmering subtly with each movement.
His snow-white hair was tied back with a simple black ribbon, a few loose strands falling around his face, accentuating his handsome features. His crimson eyes shone with excitement and anticipation, reflecting the pale moonlight like twin pools of blood.
In front of him was a normal carriage that looked like something only commoners would use.
Four black horses stood before it, their sleek fur shining under the moonlight.
The carriage had wooden wheels strengthened with iron rings, built to handle bumpy roads on long trips. It was plain and painted a dull brown to avoid attracting attention.
Its curtains were closed, hiding the comfortable and rich interior that didn’t match its simple exterior.
Tap! Tap!
As Lucian stood watching the moon, light footsteps followed by the sweet smell of orchids drifted through the air, one that brought a slight smile to his usual face.
As he turned around, Lucian saw two breathtakingly beautiful women walking towards him.
One of the women wore a flowing white gown that hugged her curvaceous body, accentuating every curve, with a slit up to her thighs.
Her blue hair was tied up in a simple yet elegant bun, held in place by a beautiful silver pin adorned with intricate butterfly designs. With each step she took, the pin’s delicate charms tinkled softly, creating a sweet melody.
The other woman was equally stunning, though in a different way.
Although she was not as mature as the woman beside her, her hourglass figure was enough to make any man drool.
She wore a light blue skirt that fluttered gently in the night breeze, occasionally revealing glimpses of her milky white legs.
Even though Lucian had seen them many times before, the sight still made his hands itch to touch and feel her soft skin.
The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her ample breasts and the narrowness of her waist. Her blue hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.
They were none other than Celine and her daughter, Isabella.
Isabella had a beautiful smile, her hands wrapping one of Celine’s hands as she walked.
She was naturally happy that her mother would be coming with her, and of course, she knew it was Lucian who had managed to make it happen.
After all, it was she who had given him the means to conquer her. If this had happened before, before Lucian had yet to fuck her, and Celine were to find out, she surely would have been furious. But now, she had completely submitted herself to Lucian.
But, of course, Lucian had not yet told her about his relationship with her daughter.
The moonlight danced across Isabella’s face, highlighting the joy in her eyes.
Soon, they approached Lucian’s side, with Celine in the middle of them.
There were no guards or maids, only three of them and an old man who was going to handle the carriage. The old man wore a simple black robe, its edges frayed from years of wear.
He stood silently beside the horses, his weathered hands clasping the reins loosely. His eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to look up at the trio for fear of displeasing them.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soft symphony that mingled with the occasional whinny of the horses.
Looking at the carriage, Isabella pouted, her full lips forming a delicate curve.
“Is this what we’re going to use?”
She looked at Lucian and asked, her blue eyes wide with disbelief.
But instead of Lucian, it was Celine who replied, her voice soft, like silk,
“Sweety, why do you think we’re using this road to leave the capital?”
She didn’t wait for Isabella to reply, and continued, her blue eyes twinkling with maternal patience,
“It’s to not attract any attention. And this carriage is perfect, don’t you think?”
Lucian suddenly added,
“Why don’t you go and check the interior, sister?”
Isabella’s eyes lit up with curiosity. She stepped forward, her light blue skirt swishing around her legs as she moved.
The old man, still avoiding eye contact, hurried to open the carriage door for her.
As Isabella peered inside, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the luxurious interior of the carriage.
The inside was a stark contrast to its humble exterior, decorated with soft fabric seats in a deep purple.
In one corner, a small glass bottle filled with red wine sat on a small wooden table, accompanied by three glasses. The table had a compartment that held many wine bottles for the journey, along with some dry food.
The air inside was perfumed with a subtle scent of sandalwood and jasmine, creating an atmosphere of comfort.
Three bags were also placed in a corner; they contained their daily necessities and clothes.
But the space inside was cramped, suitable for only two people to use comfortably. But Lucian chose this carriage for exactly this reason. After all, if they were to sit separately, he wouldn’t be able to implement his “plan”.
As Isabella continued to look inside, Lucian’s gaze shifted to Celine’s side profile, his eyes tracing the elegant curve of her slender neck and the soft swell of her mothey breasts.
Unable to resist, Lucian’s hand stealthily moved behind her, his fingers splaying across the smooth fabric of her gown.
Then with a sudden, firm grip, he squeezed her juicy ass, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers.
“Ehh!”
Celine gasped softly, her ocean eyes widening in surprise. A delicate blush crept across her cheeks, visible even in the dim light.
She turned her head slightly, meeting Lucian’s intense gaze.
Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of shock and barely concealed lust. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as Lucian kneaded them feeling the firm texture of her soft asscheeks through the dress.
“Mphh… Son, I-Isabella’s here! Ngh… Don’t… umhh… not n-now!”
She looked at Lucian and whispered, her voice breathy and strained.
Despite her words, Celine made no move to push Lucian’s hand away. Her body trembled slightly under his touch, betraying her growing arousal.
Lucian then leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he murmured,
“But mother, you’re looking so beautiful. How can I resist?”
His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin.
But Lucian’s hand didn’t cease its movements. Instead, his fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her buttocks, eliciting another barely suppressed moan from Celine.
Previously, Lucian had already told her not to wear any panties. After all it would feel entirely different to touch her asscheeks with panties on.
Celine bit her lower lip, struggling to maintain her composure as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her gown.
“We have a long journey ahead, mother,”
he murmured, his voice low and husky,
“Consider this a… preview of what’s about to come.”
Celine’s breath hitched as Lucian’s hand slid between her legs.
Her thighs parted instinctively, allowing him better access.
The thin fabric of her gown did little to mask the heat emanating from her p*ssy.
Lucian’s skilled fingers traced the outline of her c*nt, feeling the dampness beginning to seep through.
“L-Lucian,”
Celine whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of lust and trepidation.
Her eyes darted towards the carriage where Isabella was still exploring the luxurious interior,
“We shouldn’t… Isabella might see…us!”
But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her words.
Her wide hips rocked subtly against Lucian’s hand, seeking more friction.
The moonlight cast a silvery glow on her flushed skin, highlighting the rapid rise and fall of her full chest as her breathing quickened.
Lucian’s crimson eyes gleamed with mischief and lust,
“What’s this, mama? You’re saying one thing, but your hole is saying something entirely different!”
***
[A/N: I’ve skipped Eloise’s Status Panel for now. It’ll be revealed in the future]