Chapter 190: The Siblings' Resolve
Later that night Elton sat in his room doing small meditation after exercising. The enchanted weighted clothing was set to the extreme, beads of sweat evaporating as he used a mixture of magic and ki to cleanse himself. As Elton meditated he began to find himself nodding off, a powerful wave of relaxation enveloping his body.
He swiftly slipped into a pseudo-dream state mid-meditation. Within his robes, the pendant he received from Obioma patterned with meteors and stars began to glow with a dim light. Moments later, the entire room was suddenly filled with a foggy smog of dark light.
An array appeared in front of the sleeping Elton with a purplish glow. From within, a figure teleported onto it with a similar pendant around her neck. The smoke slowly revealed a slim, athletic body moving toward him. She reached out, her hand aiming to caress his face.
"Hehehe… Oh, how I've fantasized about this moment since the second I laid eyes on you, Big Brother Elton~"
The voice belonged to none other than Obioma, her dangerously seductive expression painted across her face. Just as she was about to lean closer into his embrace, Elton's eyes shot open. He grabbed her wrist, twisting her body around as he leaped up. His other arm wrapped around to cover her mouth, his forearm pressing against her breast, forcing her back firmly against him.
"…Hehehe, foolish little girl. To send yourself so willingly, like meat before a beast. Tell me, what exactly are you planning for this one?" Elton — or rather the inner voice possessing him — spoke in a soft yet arrogant tone.
Obioma trembled, caught between terror and a strange bliss as her body pressed against his powerful frame.
When Elton lowered his hand from her mouth, his touch lingered on her neck. She blushed deeply, struggling to answer. "Big Brother Elton… how cautious and aggressive of you~"
"Speak." The inner voice cut her short with an authoritative command, causing her to shiver even more.
"A-Are you really the same Big Brother Elton? A-Anyway, I-I just wanted to make you mine… S-Since meeting you, I've been entranced by your looks and strength, so…" Obioma fumbled through her confession, her heart pounding.
"Hoooh… So it was just that? Normally I'd happily take you for everything, but he certainly wouldn't like that. It would cause problems later. Alright, little girl, then we'll do the next best thing! Hehehe… thank the fanged elves for developing this ability. I just so happen to need sustenance in the form of a woman to aid in cultivating the 8th Meridian. Prepare yourself, little girl!"
With a laugh, the inner voice forced her to sit in his lap as he sat cross-legged. His methods were much harsher than Elton's own intimate, steady approach to synchronized cultivation. One arm held her by the neck, his forearm resting against her breast. His other hand pressed against her lower abdomen.
"You should be grateful I'm about to gift you this opportunity and you'll feel bliss beyond imagining. Rejoice, girl!" His teeth flashed as Elton's body glowed with thunderous blue-white aura.
Obioma's aura flared against her will, pulled into sync with his. She struggled briefly, but soon melted against him, her face flushed with ecstasy.
Three hours later the cultivation ended.
Halfway through, Elton had awakened and taken control of his body again. He could only grit his teeth in irritation at what his inner voice had done. Normally, even if the smog affected him, he could resist — but his inner voice had subtly weakened his defenses, and by the time he realized it, he was already locked in synchronized cultivation with Obioma.
Partway through he softened the forceful method, reverting to his usual calmer approach. It wasn't necessarily the best choice, as Obioma grew even more excited in his embrace. She broke through to Gold tier 3 as a result. Already a genius at Gold tier 2, she had now caught up to her older brother, Obinna.
From what he gathered: Obianuju, the eldest at 23, stood at Gold tier 4. Obinna, 20, had reached Gold tier 3 not long ago. And Obioma, only 16, had now also stepped into Gold tier 3. To Elton, all three were undisputed geniuses — though without his interference, Obioma would likely have needed another year or two to reach this level, and perhaps until 21 to reach Gold tier 4.
He sighed, trying to dismiss thoughts of fate, and forced himself not to compare them to himself, Christy, Zoro, and the others. His group was simply abnormal. Shayleaf too, by the standards of elves.
Cradling the blissfully sleeping Obioma, Elton slipped out unnoticed thanks to precautions he had set beforehand. Moving at incredible speed, he avoided guards and passersby as he reached the siblings' home. Detecting her aura from the pendant, he found her room and quietly slipped in through the window.
Inside, Obianuju sat calmly in a chair by the wall, eyes locked on him and the girl in his arms.
"…"
"…"
Both stared silently. Elton's lips twitched as he tried to find the right words.
"By the looks of it, little Obioma's virginity is still intact. I thank you for not crossing that line, Sir Elton. Though… the lingering scent of arousal on her is a bit…" Obianuju's tone was calm as she examined her sister.
Elton jumped in quickly. "No! Don't misunderstand. Obioma used that pendant to teleport into my room, and it nearly knocked me into a dreamlike state. Normally I'd shrug it off, but this time my inner defenses were weakened. Seeing she had no ill intent, I commended her and… we cultivated together. The arousal was just a side effect. Nothing else happened."
Obianuju listened, still quietly skeptical though she didn't show much.
"Well, it's fine. I don't know you well enough yet, but I think I'd be alright giving my little sister to you in the future." She gave a small shrug.
"Eh… No, I…" Elton flustered, then shook his head and turned to leave. "Well then, Ms. Obianuju, I'll be on my way now!"
"You can just call me Obianuju, and I'll call you Elton. Please take care of us from now on, alright? Even my brash little brother." She winked.
Elton awkwardly nodded before vanishing into the night.
Obianuju glanced back at Obioma, her brows rising in astonishment at her younger sister's sudden increase in cultivation.
"…Looks like I made the right call in not stopping her. Forgive me, Elton. For my siblings and our allies, I'll do what it takes to escape this cursed place — even if it means this." Her expression turned fierce.
Meanwhile, in his own room, Obinna sat with anguish in his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.
"Big sis… ever since our parents died you've shouldered everything. But I'm not as clueless as you think. Damn it, I'm still too weak. It's thanks to the heavens that guy has such a good nature, or Obioma would be ruined. Father… I've decided. I'll use 'that' if I must, to gain the strength to protect everyone. And with their help… my instincts tell me it will be possible." His expression hardened with desperate resolve.