Chapter 25: Chapter 25 – What does a man want in the end?

The first thing that hit me wasn’t the ache in my muscles from last night’s marathon or the faint glow of qi still humming in my veins.

Nah, it was a smell. Warm, savory, like fresh-baked buns mixed with sizzling meat and herbs that made my stomach growl before my brain even caught up.

It wasn’t the musky scent of Mei’s pussy or the sweat from our endless fucking—no, this was something homier, something that screamed “breakfast” and made me want to devour it whole.

Definitely not her, though the thought crossed my mind for a split second.

I cracked my eyes open, blinking against the soft light filtering into the palace chamber.

The bed was a mess—sheets tangled, pillows scattered like battlefield casualties—but I was alone in it.

No warm bodies pressed against me, just the echo of last night’s moans lingering in the air. I sat up slowly, rubbing my neck, and that’s when I spotted her.

Mei Ling was in the kitchen area the palace had whipped up overnight—a cozy corner with counters and a qi-powered stove humming away.

She was wearing nothing but a frilly apron tied around her waist, the kind that barely covered her front, leaving her perky tits spilling out the sides and her round ass peeking from behind every time she bent over.

Black lace panties hugged her hips, the thin fabric doing jack shit to hide the curve of her pussy lips, still a bit swollen from how I’d wrecked her last night.

A matching bra pushed her C-cups up like they were on display, nipples poking through the sheer material.

She turned, catching my eye with a shy smile, her black hair tied back in a messy bun, cheeks flushed like she was still riding the high from our bond.

“Oh, you woke up,” she said, voice soft and sweet, stirring whatever was in the pan. The apron shifted, giving me a teasing flash of sideboob, and I felt my cock twitch under the sheets. “I made breakfast. You must be hungry after… everything.”

I nodded, grinning like an idiot, but before I could respond, the door to the training field swung open with a creak. In strode Lin Yue, looking like she’d just conquered a battlefield.

Tight jeans clung to her long, toned legs like a second skin, hugging her thick thighs and that firm, juicy ass that jiggled just right with each step.

The top was a cropped thing, black and stretchy, squeezing her D-cups together in a way that made ’em bounce hypnotically, her abs peeking out below like a warrior goddess ready for war.

Sweat glistened on her bronze skin, her brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, green eyes sharp and alive. She looked marvelous—raw power wrapped in curves that screamed “fuck me or fight me,” and damn if I didn’t want both.

“So you woke up finally,” she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, that top riding up to flash more of her toned midriff.

Her voice had that edge, like she was still pissed from last night, but her eyes flicked over me with something softer, maybe even hungry.

I shook my head, chuckling as I leaned back against the headboard. “Did I sleep too much?”

“Twelve hours,” Mei Ling chimed in, plating up the food—steaming buns, stir-fried veggies, and some meat that smelled like heaven. “You needed it, husband.” The word slipped out naturally, making her blush deeper, but she didn’t take it back.

Lin Yue snorted, crossing her arms under her boobs, pushing ’em up distractingly. “Lazy pig. We were up training while you snored like a dead man.”

I asked the question that’d been nagging me. “How are you both feeling? After… everything.”

Mei Ling set the plate down on the bedside table, her apron shifting to give me another eyeful of those lace panties clinging to her mound. “Stronger than ever,” she said, beaming, her hand brushing mine in that connected way our bond hummed with now. “I feel more… tied to you. Like your qi is part of me.”

Her eyes sparkled, all loyal and loving, but I caught Lin Yue’s frown out of the corner of my eye—sharp and quick, like she’d swallowed something sour.

“Yeah,” Lin Yue muttered, not looking at me directly. “She grew stronger. Me too, I guess.” But that frown said it all—they must’ve had words this morning, some catfight over who got what from our little group dynamic. Women, man. Always complicating shit.

I just sighed, flopping back onto the bed, breathing deep as the smells and sights washed over me. Mei Ling hovered with the food, asking, “You want to eat?” Lin Yue jabbed, “What happened? Wake up, don’t be lazy, pig.”

But I smiled, eyes half-closed. “Can you both lie beside me? Just for a bit.”

They exchanged a look—Mei all soft and willing, Lin hesitant but caving. One after another, they slid onto the bed, their bodies pressing against my sides, boobs squishing into my ribs like warm pillows.

Mei’s apron rode up, her bra-clad tits molding to me, while Lin’s tight top did the same, her jeans rubbing against my leg.

They placed their hands on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles, and fuck… it hit me.

You know what? The best feeling in this world is waking up to a wife cooking food while the other nags you to get your ass up. Simple, raw bliss—no emperors or systems or battles, just this.

Two women, warm and real, making the chaos worth it.

Before the moment slipped, I asked ’em both, “Anything you want? Desires, wishes? Tell me. I wanna give you something.”

Mei Ling hesitated, her finger drawing slow patterns on my bare chest. “No… you’ve already promised to save my brother.” She went quiet, then whispered, “But if it’s really something…” Her nail dug in lightly, like she was marking the words on my skin before her face buried within my arm and shoulder as she whispered, “never abandon me.”

I covered her hand with mine. “I promise. No matter what, I’ll never abandon you. After all, you’re my first wife.”

Lin Yue flinched like I’d poked her with a hot iron, her body tensing against me. “What about me?” she blurted, voice edged with something vulnerable.

I turned to her, grinning. “Yeah, tell me what you want.”

She just stared, those green eyes boring into mine.

I blinked, confused. “What do you want? Spit it out.”

Then she moved—fast, swinging a leg over and sitting on me cowboy-style, her jeans grinding right against my cock, hands folded across her chest like she was daring me to argue.

The pressure was instant, my dick stirring under her weight, rubbing against the rough denim. “Due to you, I was thrown here,” she said, pointing a finger at my face.

“And due to your mistake, I fell for you. Now you have to take responsibility. From now on…” She leaned in, eyes fierce. “Until I don’t want you, you’ll always be there for me.”

I chuckled, hands settling on her hips. “As you say, my lady.”

She stood up quickly, like she’d won the round, and headed for the door. “Go take a bath. You smell like her.”

I blinked, sniffing myself—then caught Mei’s eye. She was blushing hard, but smirking too. “Indeed,” I said, “we smell like each other.”

The moment hung, warm and teasing, but as they left me to clean up, a system ping hit my mind:

[System Alert: Harem Bonds Strengthening]

[New Mission: Locate Zhao Chen and Xiao – Rewards: Massive Vitality Boost, Potential New Ally]

[Warning: Immortal Sect Scouts Detected in Whispering Grove – Prepare for Ambush]

Fuck those jackshits.

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