Mia glanced at Jason, who was absorbed in a dice game with Rkliona, Fifi, Aelema and Lorisa, completely oblivious to the conversations filling the hall.
Seeing him so at ease with his new friends, she smiled warmly and called out, "Jason."
He turned at once. "Yes, Aunt?"
"Dear, is there any green pill left in the box Luci gave you yesterday?"
"One moment, Aunt. Let me check. The box is in Sister Westeria's room—I slept there last night."
Mia's lips curved in a teasing smile. "You're enjoying Westeria's company a little too much, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Jason smiled back, unbothered. "Not at all, Aunt. Nothing of that sort happened. After we finished distributing the pills yesterday, we simply hugged and fell asleep. I understand now why Big Brother loves her so deeply. She's genuinely warm and lovely."
Ruby spun toward Westeria, feigning outrage. "You little slut. First Lucifer, and now you've gone and poached my son?"
Jason stepped in at once. "No, Mommy—Sister Westeria didn't do anything wrong. Please don't be angry with her."
Ruby shot Mia a pointed look. "See? Even he's defending her now." She turned back to Jason. "Go fetch the box." Then her gaze locked on Westeria. "So what kind of magic did you cast on my foolish boy?"
Westeria answered with a light tease of her own. "What magic could I possibly have, Aunt? I'm no hunter, no adventurer, no mage. I'm simply a woman who knows how to give love."
Amelia cut in, "Don't spread that love too freely, Westeria. You know how possessive my brother is about you."
"Can't I care for Jason and Tristian as an older sister would?"
"Of course you can."
"Then where's the problem? Jason is my dear little brother. He comforted me after an exhausting day, and we slept side by side. That's all."
"There's no problem, Wess. I was only teasing."
"I know. But please mind how you address me. 'Wess' is reserved for Young Master alone."
Cinthia leaned forward. "Lady Westeria, aren't you Lucifer's wife?"
Westeria met her eyes. "I am."
"Then why do you call him Young Master instead of husband, or honey, or dear?"
"Who said I never use those names? In public I prefer Young Master. When we're alone, I call him whatever he likes best."
Ruby's curiosity sparked. "And what is that, exactly?"
"That's a secret between the two of us."
Cinthia pressed on. "May I ask something I've wanted to know for a long time?"
"Go ahead."
"Tell us your love story with Lucifer—how you came to care for him, and your first meeting."
Westeria's expression softened, though her tone remained measured. "Our story isn't simple, and even if I explained how I came to love him, you wouldn't fully understand. I'm not comfortable sharing those details with anyone. As for our first meeting…" She smiled with quiet affection. "Young Master was born right in front of me. After Mother-in-law, I was the first to hold him. He spent more of his life with me than with anyone else in this room."
"Even more than the Grand Duchess?"
"Yes."
"So your love for him is almost maternal?"
"You may see it that way if you wish. To me he is the single brightest star in my life—the one who filled every empty, colorless corner with light."
A voice interrupted from the doorway. "Aunt, here's the box Big Brother gave me. There are about a hundred green pills inside." Jason continued as he approached, "Besides the hundred green ones, there are eighty-one violet and sixty-two black."
Mia turned and watched him hurry toward her, black wooden box in hand. A small smile touched her lips. She looked back at the others. "I expected only a handful of pills, but this is far more than I imagined. Luci did say the box held a hundred of each kind, didn't he, Westeria?"
"Yes, I believe so."
Jason reached her and handed over the box. Mia opened it, glanced inside, then closed it again. "Aside from Mochi, does anyone else want to try these?"
Murmurs rose at once.
From the Holygrill side, Desmond spoke up. "My lady, may we have three green pills and five booster pills?"
"Three green pills? For whom?"
Desmond chuckled. "Who else? My son Stuart, my son-in-law Von Miller, and my daughter Gloria."
Stuart bristled. "Old man, didn't you and Father Branson already wreck my ass thoroughly enough yesterday?"
Desmond's laugh deepened. "That was just a warm-up. Branson and I are curious what your cunt tastes like this time."
Von held up a hand. "Count me out. I planned to enjoy the town today."
Paul nodded. "I'll join you, Brother Von. No sense staying with these sick old bastards."
Nad's eyes narrowed. "Sick old bastards? You've got some nerve calling your own fathers-in-law that, you little shit." He glanced at Desmond. "Brother, make it four green pills. This loudmouth needs a proper lesson today."
Desmond agreed. "Four green and five boosters, then, my lady."
Gloria turned to Von, voice soft but insistent. "Von… please."
"Please what?"
"You always take my pussy. I've never refused you. This once, I want the other experience. Let me fuck you."
He stared at her. "You're serious?"
"Completely. Pretty please. Afterward we'll tour the city together—I promise."
"But—"
"Please. You're my good husband, aren't you? Just this one request. Please, Von… pretty please."
He exhaled. "Fine."
Gloria lit up. "Yes!"
Paul sighed in quiet relief. "At least Delya didn't push me into anything."
A calm voice answered him. "I'm not interested in fucking you. I'm already thoroughly satisfied… and I have something far more important to care about now."
Paul blinked. "What?"
Delya lifted her gown and displayed herself to the room. "See those little heart-shaped marks on my cunt?"
"You're… pregnant? With twins? How—when?"
"Yes. Twins. Lucifer fucked me without pause for two full hours after midnight, aren't you seeing those lovebites and hickeies all over my upper body?.That's when it happened."
Paul's face broke into a genuine smile. "Ain't you uncomfortable with those marks?,well nevermind...Congratulations, Delya. You're going to be a mother."
She smiled back. "Congratulations to you as well,darling. You're going to be a father."
One by one the others offered their congratulations to both of them.
Aria rose from her seat. "Lady Mia, I don't need the green pills, but may I have two of the black ones?"
"Two black pills for Aria—reserved."
"No need to reserve them. Give them to me now. I'll use them once I return."
Mia selected two black pills and passed them to Jason. "Take these to Aria."
"Yes, Aunt."
From the Livingstone side, Nicole Kidman spoke in his usual calm tone. "Grand Duchess, one of each of those two, if you please."
"Green and black?"
"No. One milk candy and one black pill."
"This box has no milk candies, Sir Nicole."
Amelia interjected, "Mother, your spatial ring is full of them. Give him one."
"Very well." Mia withdrew a milk candy from her ring, added a black pill from the box, and held both out. "Here."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
Mia studied him. "What do you need a milk candy for?"
A faint flush rose on Nicole's cheeks, but his eyes locked on Kinru with open, predatory hunger. "The same reason you're feeding a green pill to Mochi. I'm going to force this candy down Kinru's throat until his body softens and turns female for me—full breasts, wet cunt, everything. When he finally becomes a proper woman, I'll take the black pill myself, then suck those new tits raw and fuck her womb so full she'll never again dare call herself the 'blessed one' of the Livingstone family."
Mia laughed. "Your fixation on Kinru is growing rather extreme."
"What choice do I have? For three years he's mocked me for failing to impregnate Velora. He never stops bragging that *he* is the true blessed one. Today I'm settling the score—by turning him into a woman and putting a child in him myself until *he's* the one walking around with a swollen belly."
Mia nodded in understanding. "I know exactly what you mean. He wouldn't be in this position if he hadn't been so arrogant about that bet—and then failed so spectacularly to impregnate me."
She looked around the hall once more. "Anyone else?"
Silence stretched.
"Very well. Free distribution ends here." A teasing smile touched her lips. "From this moment on, anyone who wants more will pay two golden coins per pill."
Gelvin stared. "Two golden coins? That's outright robbery."
Mia raised an eyebrow. "Do you want any?"
He rubbed his nose. "No. I'm still not convinced by this product of yours."
"Suit yourself."
She turned to Aria. "Aria—listen."
"Yes?"
"Delya just told us Lucifer impregnated her. That means he's still in your room, correct?"
"Yes."
"Then why didn't any of you bring him to breakfast? The boy hasn't eaten a single bite since last night."
"We tried. Delya and I both called until we were exhausted. He simply wouldn't listen."
"What is he doing that's so important?"
Aria hesitated. "How should I put it…"
"Speak plainly."
"Since the third bell this morning he's been fucking my aunt without pause, and she's been riding him with equal intensity. It's been eight hours now. They're probably still at it."
Mia shook her head. "I promised Luci I would come to him… and then completely forgot because I was exhausted."
"He mentioned you as well. He said no one else satisfies him the way you do. Aunt Synthia certainly isn't enough."
"There's still time before noon. I should go take care of my son myself."
"I agree."
Mia returned the box to Jason. "Son, I'm entrusting my slave to you. Feed him one green pill and keep an eye on the others. I'm going to see to Luci."
Jason thumped his chest. "Leave it to me, Aunt."
She then addressed Jeff. "Work with Borris, Misty, Mitalda and the rest. I want the full quantity of grain and silver ready by tonight."
Jeff scowled. "Don't bark orders at me, bitch. Go soothe your son's heat first."
"I intend to. But for the record—you're now on my list."
"What list?"
She smiled, mock-sweet. "You'll find out soon enough, Mister Bragger."
"Humph. Call *me* a bragger? Wait until tonight. Once my work is finished I'm bending that busty ass of yours over."
"Not today. I'm busy. Find someone else to cool your temper on."
"Then tomorrow."
"Busy tomorrow as well."
"The day after, then. No excuses."
"I'm occupied that day too. The Fertility Ceremony begins—I've already promised Luci I won't touch anyone but him."
"After the festival, then. Your ass is mine."
Mia waved a dismissive hand as she walked away, her voice floating back. "You won't lay a finger on me until *I* decide you can, you bastard."