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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
A few days fleeted past like fine sand through one's fingers.
In the Guest Courtyard, where the Mikhailovs resided, was a lush and expansive garden.
In the deepest part of that garden was a large, slightly elevated platform serving as a sparring arena, with no artificial walls surrounding it, merely some sparse, mystical-looking trees and bushes.
On that arena, two indistinct figures appeared and disappeared repeatedly, either slashing at the opponent with their own weapons, blocking, or evading in a mesmerizing dance witnessed by only two other people standing outside of the arena.
Those two, both women with vastly different physical features, though both being great beauties in their own right, were watching the sparring match with obvious curiosity right outside the ring.
Interestingly, although the shockwaves from the two fighters' multiple clashes created massive shockwaves inside the ring, the two women outside were completely unaffected, as if the two scenes were happening in two different Worlds.
However, a simple Soul Sense sweep, and one would immediately understand what was happening.
It was simply a powerful Energy Shield absorbing the shockwaves, allowing for great destruction inside, but no Energy over a certain threshold would be allowed to leave its enclosure.
The principle was similar to the one built in the Fallen Fire Estate, except that the latter's limit was much lower, barely able to deal with Low Chi Gathering strength.
This one, however, could easily resist full-powered attacks from the average Peak Core Formation, so the comparison stopped there.
While the two women idly chatted, one with shimmering purple hair and ebony skin and the other with fiery-red hair and smooth, fair skin, a few minutes went by.
Suddenly, the two people previously sparring separated, with each floating back ten or so meters from the other.
As the figures stopped moving, their features immediately turned distinct.
On one side was a female cultivator with a statuesque figure, long red-jade hair tied into a ponytail, bright golden skin, and deep blue eyes with no visible pupils.
Her alien features exuded an air of exotic charm that no other 'average' woman could, though she did not realize it herself.
Adorned with her sparring uniform and now easily holding a great halberd in one hand with its point now directed at the ground, though the weapon was so heavy that by merely dropping it carelessly, it would be able to flatten a tank, she was truly the epitome of the female warrior, one who very few men could equal.
Letting out a sigh, the woman mumbled sullenly. "Your learning speed is really... So unfair..."
Seeing her adorable reaction, her opponent, an extraordinarily handsome man with shoulder-length raven hair fluttering from a non-existent wind and wearing a similar training uniform, chuckled and replied. "What can I say? I'm just built different."
The joke brought out a few giggles from the two women in the audience, while Brynhild rolled her eyes, muttering. "Different in the head, that's for sure."
With a thought, Demian put his two scimitars back into his Void Ring and, with a playful grin, commented. "Let's take a small break. I got some insights during our spar, and I need some time to reflect on them."
As those words left his lips, his body instantly vanished from his position, with only Bryn able to follow his movements.
A blink later, and he reappeared in the middle of Liya and Sera, his arms moving swiftly around their waist before pulling the two against his chest.
Lettting out a yelp of surprise, the two calmed down when they realized the culprit behind the unexpected 'assault', feeling both amused and exasperated from the young man's childishness.
The two women shared a glance with each other, noting the glint of resignation in each other's eyes.
'That's the man we chose, so what can we do?' Though outwardly looking annoyed, in reality, they were both delighted by the man's caring gestures.
It was especially true for Adeliya, who, having already been through a marriage, though the latter only lasted a relatively short time, those small gestures were what she craved the most.
It was the little daily attentions, the gentle hugs, and affectionate words that truly made a difference in a relationship.
In her previous wedding with her daughters' father, although the man was kind, it was nothing like Demian's way of doing things.
Was it his youth, the fact that he had awakened his previous life's memories, or simply because their relationship was brand new?
Maybe it was simply who he was.
Whatever the case, she truly hoped that in the tens, hundreds, or even thousands of years to come, he would stay as kind and caring as he currently was towards her and her daughters.
With time, people changed, and feelings faded, so it was difficult to say how their relationship would evolve as they all experienced Immortality.
Nonetheless, she felt that the odds were in their favor, as not only would they have their souls bonded together, but none of them were indifferent by nature.
As for the rest, she would have to leave it to fate.
Aside from Adeliya, Seraphine's attitude was also quietly changing, her heart growing more accepting of the two new additions in her man's harem.
The young woman who would previously curse and hate any woman with the slightest inkling of wanting to become Demian's woman was now feeling genuinely happy for her mother and sister.
Granted, they were not exactly strangers, so the difficulty was lowered.
Still, it was a fact that Seraphine's mind was healing, the shadows in her Heart growing weaker by the day.
As for Brynhild, with the looks of an attractive female warrior but the bashfulness of a teenager in love, she also experienced some positive changes.
Indeed, though she was constantly blushing from Demian's teasing words, gentle hugs, and light kisses, her inner reluctance was crumbling quickly.
Of course, outwardly, she still acted as if she were simply humoring him.
Inwardly, however, she was relishing the man's every loving attention and gestures.
Truly a case of wanting but not admitting.
While noting the two women's distracted expressions, Demian's head lowered, kissing Liya's juicy lips for a short while before shifting to Sera's slightly thinner ones.
Well, they may be different, but both were truly... Delicious!
Licking his lips with a satisfied look, the young man then remembered something. 'I said both, but there's one more...'
Moving his head away from the two women still lost in a daze, Demian's gaze immediately shifted toward the last, but certainly not least, woman of the beautiful trio: Brynhild.
The attractive female warrior, seeing the predatory look in the man's eyes, felt both anticipation and apprehension, feelings that had become very familiar in the last few days.
Honestly, it was both exhilarating and scary for her.
After all, she was not as... 'open to experimentation' as her sister, or as experienced as her mother.
Fortunately, she was adaptable, and after a few days, she felt much more comfortable with Demian's constant display of affection, even starting to respond a bit, though it would certainly take more time before she could calmly accept his advances.
There was just one thing she had not expected...
That thing was how much of a horny rabbit the man she chose was, way beyond what she had previously imagined from her sister's 'bedroom' stories.
From an endless number of kisses to her butt being 'accidentally' squeezed so many times that even a three-year-old would never believe that excuse, that man was truly...
Noticing how Bryn's entire body froze under his gaze, Demian acted instantly, his body fading instantly before reappearing in front of the adorable redhead.
Grabbing her waist, he then pulled her against his torso and, before she could utter a single word of protest, gave her a kiss that deepened when he felt her little tongue trying to invade his closed mouth.
A short while later, Demian took back his own tongue from her mouth and moved his lips away from hers.
Inwardly, he exclaimed. 'Always looking all unwilling, but look at you now, you adorable woman!'
Out loud, however, he teased, his lips forming a playful grin. "Can't play favorite, now can I?"
Snorting in exasperation, she retorted, her cheeks a beautiful dark-golden hue. "How thoughtful of you, uh?!"
'Damn, she looks adorable!' He exclaimed inwardly, chuckling at how the young woman's arms swiftly circled around his torso, her head now gently resting on his shoulder with a barely hidden smile on her face.
Before he could reply, however, she remarked in a pouting tone. "Also, you're all sweaty. It's disgusting."
Rolling his eyes while holding her tenderly in his arms, he said to himself. 'At least wipe the silly grin off your face when you say things like that, Love.'
Out loud, however, he replied playfully. "Shouldn't you let go of me, then?"