After a long while.

Shorekeeper finally received the invitation and arrived at the residence.

The room was somewhat messy. Lucian lay sprawled on the sofa, staring at the snow-white ceiling, looking utterly listless.

Meanwhile, Rover was adjusting the bowtie behind her head, appearing full of energy.

Shorekeeper naturally sat beside Lucian, her delicate hand gently caressing his chest. A faint blue light glowed from her palm, and a warm current flowed through Lucian, leaving him feeling refreshed.

Rover: “?”

“Is this the start of the second half?”

Shorekeeper shook her head slightly: “You’ve misunderstood. I just saw that Mr. Lucian seemed very tired, so I’m helping him regulate his energy.”

Lucian chuckled: “Rover, when your mind is in the gutter, everything looks dirty. You need a Comical Eyepatch to cleanse that murky heart of yours.”

With that, Lucian pulled a Comical Eyepatch from his system space, intending to put it on Rover.

Rover snorted coldly but didn’t refuse. She leaned forward, half-lying on Lucian, quietly letting him place the eyepatch on her.

The room fell silent. Shorekeeper leaned on Lucian’s shoulder, a blissful smile on her face.

Rover, on the other side, was also serene, a rare moment of leisure since arriving at the Black Shores.

But Lucian, staring at the pure white ceiling, felt a bit uneasy.

He realized the Comical Eyepatch seemed to have no effect on Rover anymore.

Her hands roamed aimlessly over his body.

Lucian said faintly: “Rover, if you keep touching, we really will start the second half.”

Rover scoffed, then lifted her head and licked Lucian’s neck with her soft tongue: “Then let’s start… but Shorekeeper needs to leave first.”

Lucian: “…”

Shorekeeper: “…”

Lucian stood up. If Rover kept touching, he might collapse from exhaustion today.

With a wave of his hand, the room’s mess instantly vanished, and the table filled with various foods.

Abby, drawn by the scent, popped up immediately, his cheeks gaunt and malnourished.

Abby stared at Lucian with resentful eyes. Lucian forced a smile: “Abby, sorry…”

“There’s been so much going on since we arrived at the Black Shores, I forgot to feed you.”

Abby crossed his arms and huffed: “You actually remembered. I almost fainted from hunger.”

“But, seeing how hard you’ve worked to help the Black Shores, I’ll forgive you this time…”

Shorekeeper, seeing Abby’s state, seemed thoughtful but didn’t say much.

Abby wiggled his little butt excitedly: “Can we start eating?”

Rover’s questioning gaze turned to Lucian: “Should we invite them over as guests?”

Lucian pondered for a moment. They had quite a few friends in Jinzhou. Inviting them all…

He glanced at Rover, knowing she might not be pleased, and he might not be able to handle so many people.

Plus, with Shorekeeper’s awakened emotions and growing attachment to him, inviting more friends now…

Rover might turn into a terrifying sickle-wielder, destroying the entire Sonoro Sphere!

Lucian shivered at the thought. Better to invite them individually later and quietly build residences for them, making it easy to visit…

Lucian gave himself a mental thumbs-up for his genius idea.

“Let’s bring Jiao-Jiao over first. We still need to treat her…”

After a few taps on the terminal, Jiao-Jiao appeared in Lucian’s arms.

“…Why did I appear like this?”

Jiao-Jiao jumped out of Lucian’s arms: “I’d like to know too.”

She looked around and nodded slightly: “Nice place.”

“A convenient Sonoro Sphere, perfect for travelers like you.”

Jiao-Jiao sat at the table, ready to dig in.

Though her energy meant she didn’t need food, her time wandering the world in human form had given her a touch of mortal charm.

As everyone sat, Abby eagerly began devouring the food.

Lucian said: “Jiao-Jiao, stay here from now on. That way, no matter where we go, it’ll be easy for me to treat you.”

Jiao-Jiao nodded slightly: “Sounds good.”

Seeing Jiao-Jiao’s childlike form act so maturely, Lucian recalled her adult form…

He cleared his throat: “But I’ve noticed that when you’re in your adult form, my healing seems to work faster!”

Jiao-Jiao’s hand paused mid-bite, and she glanced at him: “Your abacus is ringing loud…”

Changing the subject, she asked: “By the way, is the Tethys System fixed?”

Lucian’s Rover-shaped terminal floated up: “The Tethys System has been compiled into my module.”

“And I’ve received all its data from the past ten thousand years, though I haven’t erased its autonomy.”

“Rest assured, I’ll train it well.”

Jiao-Jiao nodded slightly: “Good.”

“Where are you headed next?”

Rover, sitting on Lucian’s lap and being fed by him, said: “We haven’t decided yet, but we’ll rest for a few days first.”

“After all, a lot has happened since we arrived at the Black Shores, and we need to sort out our thoughts…”

After a hearty meal, Lucian created a Lingsha Spring outside, identical to the one on Mt. Firmament.

Shorekeeper and Rover, in swimsuits, sandwiched Lucian between them.

Jiao-Jiao rested nearby with her eyes closed.

Lucian kissed Shorekeeper’s forehead: “Since the Tethys System has been replaced, you don’t have to stay in that garden anymore, right?”

Shorekeeper tilted her head slightly: “Yes, I still have my original duties, but now we’re bathing in the same sunlight, breathing the same sea breeze.”

“Even when I was lying in the garden, I didn’t feel restricted.”

“After all, the avatar you created for me allows me to enjoy ‘freedom’ even when my main body is in the garden.”

Lucian nodded with a smile: “In that case, stay here with us?”

Shorekeeper murmured against his chest: “Yes, I’ll always be with you…”

Rover, behind them, slapped the spring’s water discontentedly: “Alright, time to go back and sleep. We haven’t rested properly these past few days.”

Lucian smiled, tweaking Rover’s nose, and led everyone back to the villa.

Opening the door to Jiao-Jiao’s room, they saw a stunning beauty sitting on the bed, her long legs crossed, eyes closed in rest.

Jiao-Jiao turned at the sound, seeing Lucian’s stunned expression, and said gravely: “What, didn’t you say the adult form heals faster?”

Lucian snapped back with a grin and pounced.

“Tch, you jerk… be gentle…”

Unnoticed by the two, the door quietly opened a crack, and a blue figure peeked in.

Jiao-Jiao’s soft complaints drifted out the window, carried away by the wind.

The night was still young.

The dim lamplight casting golden shadows across Jiao-Jiao’s bare shoulders. She had shifted into her adult form—tall, statuesque, skin like polished jade—still wearing the loose silk robe she’d fallen asleep in. It hung open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist.

“Treatment starts now,” Lucian murmured, voice low. He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling behind her. His palms settled on her shoulders, thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles into the knots of tension. Jiao-Jiao exhaled, long and slow, her head tipping back until dark hair spilled over his wrists.

“Lower,” she whispered.

His hands obeyed, sliding down the slope of her spine, parting the silk. The robe slipped from her shoulders entirely, pooling at her hips. Lucian’s breath hitched at the sight of her bare back, the elegant line of it leading to the dip just above her ass. He leaned in, lips brushing the nape of her neck as his fingers kneaded lower, thumbs tracing the dimples at the base of her spine.

Jiao-Jiao’s moan was soft, almost startled. “Mmm… there.”

The sound went straight to his cock. He shifted closer, letting her feel the hard line of him against her lower back. She arched into it, robe falling away completely now, revealing the perfect curve of her ass. Lucian’s hands slid around to her front, cupping her breasts—heavy, warm, nipples already tight. He rolled them between his fingers, gentle at first, then firmer when she pushed into his touch.

“Lie back,” he said, voice rough.

She did, stretching out on the sheets, legs parting just enough to show the slick shine between her thighs. Lucian stripped off his shirt, then his pants, cock springing free. Jiao-Jiao’s eyes darkened as she watched him stroke himself once, twice.

“Come here,” she breathed, sitting up on her knees. Her hands replaced his, fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to her mouth. She licked a slow stripe up the underside, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in—hot, wet, perfect. Lucian groaned, fingers threading into her hair as she bobbed, cheeks hollowing, taking him deeper with every pass.

“Fuck! your mouth,” he rasped. “Just like that.”

Jiao-Jiao moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. She pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “I want you inside me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed her back, settling between her thighs, cock nudging at her entrance. One slow thrust and he was buried to the hilt, her walls clenching hot and tight. Jiao-Jiao’s back arched, a long, broken moan spilling from her lips.

“Yes—fuck me, Lucian. Harder.”

He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, the bed creaking beneath them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she met every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin; the room filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh, her breathy moans, his low groans.

Outside the door, Shorekeeper’s fingers trembled against the wood. She’d only meant to check if they needed anything—then she’d heard it. Jiao-Jiao’s voice, raw and pleading. The crack in the door revealed everything: Lucian’s back flexing as he drove into her, Jiao-Jiao’s breasts bouncing with each thrust, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Shorekeeper’s hand slipped beneath her skirt without thinking, fingers finding her clit already swollen and slick. She bit her lip to stay quiet, circling slowly, hips rocking in time with the rhythm inside. Her breath fogged the doorframe.

Inside, Jiao-Jiao came first—hard, her walls pulsing around Lucian as she cried out, nails raking down his back. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, spilling inside her.

They collapsed together, panting. Lucian pressed a lazy kiss to Jiao-Jiao’s shoulder—then froze. The door was ajar. A flash of blue.

He slipped from the bed, still half-hard, and pulled the door open. Shorekeeper stumbled back, cheeks flushed, fingers glistening. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown.

“Shorekeeper…”

She didn’t speak—just dropped to her knees, hands fumbling with his pants. Lucian’s breath caught as she took him into her mouth, tentative at first, then eager, tongue swirling, lips sliding down his length. She moaned around him, the sound muffled and desperate.

“Fuck! your mouth is perfect,” he groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.

Jiao-Jiao appeared behind him, naked and glowing with satisfaction. She knelt beside Shorekeeper, guiding her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach. “Like this, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice husky. “Take him deep.”

Shorekeeper obeyed, gagging slightly but not stopping, eyes watering as she sucked harder. Lucian’s hips rocked gently, fucking her mouth until he was fully hard again.

“Bed,” he ordered.

They moved as one—Shorekeeper on her back, legs spread wide, Jiao-Jiao straddling her face. Lucian slid into Shorekeeper in one smooth thrust, her cry muffled against Jiao-Jiao’s pussy. He fucked her slow at first, then faster, the sight of Jiao-Jiao grinding down on Shorekeeper’s tongue driving him wild.

Shorekeeper came with a muffled scream, thighs trembling around his hips. Jiao-Jiao followed, hips stuttering, then leaned down to kiss Lucian over Shorekeeper’s body.

“More,” Lucian whispered. “I want both of you.”

They rearranged—Jiao-Jiao on all fours, Shorekeeper beneath her in a 69, Lucian behind Jiao-Jiao. He thrust into her hard, each stroke pushing her mouth against Shorekeeper’s clit. The room filled with wet sounds, moans, the slap of skin. Shorekeeper licked greedily, fingers buried in Jiao-Jiao, who rocked between Lucian’s cock and Shorekeeper’s tongue.

They came in a chain—Shorekeeper first, then Jiao-Jiao clenching around Lucian, milking him until he spilled inside her again with a hoarse shout.

The door slammed open.

Rover stood in the threshold, eyes blazing. “Seriously?”

Lucian turned, still buried in Jiao-Jiao, Shorekeeper’s face flushed and glistening beneath her. Rover’s gaze raked over them—then narrowed.

“Fine,” she said, voice dangerously calm. “If we’re doing this…”

She stripped in three seconds flat, pushing Lucian onto his back. Straddled him, sank down in one motion, taking him deep. “You’re mine first,” she hissed, riding him hard, breasts bouncing, nails digging into his chest.

Jiao-Jiao and Shorekeeper watched, breathless. Rover leaned forward, capturing Shorekeeper’s mouth in a filthy kiss, then Jiao-Jiao’s. Hands roamed—Rover’s on Shorekeeper’s breasts, Jiao-Jiao’s fingers sliding between Rover’s thighs to circle her clit.

Lucian thrust up into Rover, the angle perfect. “Fuck—Rover—”

“Come inside me,” she demanded, voice breaking into a moan as she shattered around him. He followed, hips jerking, filling her.

They didn’t stop.

Rover moved to Shorekeeper’s mouth, grinding down as Jiao-Jiao straddled Lucian’s face. He licked her clean, then flipped her onto her hands and knees beside Rover. Took turns—thrusting into Rover, then Jiao-Jiao, then Shorekeeper—until none of them could tell whose moans were whose.

Bodies slick, tangled, relentless.

Rover came again on Lucian’s cock, Shorekeeper on his fingers, Jiao-Jiao on his tongue. They collapsed in a heap—four bodies, one bed, the air thick with sex and satisfaction.

Rover’s voice was the first to break the silence, hoarse but amused. “Next time… warn a girl.”

Lucian laughed, breathless. “Noted.”

The night was still young.

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( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) I was debating if should write this or not.

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