Free Web NovelChapter 336: Chapter 62: Damned Donkey Ancestor, What Are You Stirring Up?
Yolanda froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"She’s quite a beauty."
"Then there’s no problem. I think the Ancestor will like her, don’t you?"
Yolanda’s mouth twitched. "Well, that’s true..."
After spending so much time with the Pure Holy Spirit, the platinum-blonde girl’s idealized image of the White-haired Ancestor had completely shattered. Compared to others, her family’s Holy Spirit was, frankly, a bit of a degenerate.
"Haaa... That’s enough. After everything that’s happened lately, even I’m exhausted. I’m going to get some rest."
Duke Qinghui slumped into his chair, rubbing his eyes.
Westheid’s physical stamina was practically inexhaustible, but his mind hadn’t had a moment’s rest since he left for the Dusk Lamp Territory. Even a Legendary Celestial Rank powerhouse was still mortal and would feel utterly drained after such high-intensity exertion.
To seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to conquer the Country of Yonglan, Westheid had given it his absolute all.
Strength, courage, luck, strategy... He had poured everything he had into achieving this unprecedented, resounding victory.
Now that he was the Knight King, his future plans were far more flexible. His path to Ascension was now secure, giving him options whether he advanced or retreated.
Now, finally letting out a breath he had been holding for months, a tide of exhaustion washed over him.
Hearing this, Yolanda shot Westheid a meaningful look, her eyes flicking to the White-haired Dragon Lady and the Wolf-eared Maiden at his side.
’I don’t even have to guess how Brother dearest relieves stress,’ she thought. ’He’s definitely going to throw a wild orgy, ravaging everyone in the residence, whether they’re maids or courtiers!’
But then the platinum-blonde girl considered the two terrifying powerhouses with him and figured her brother probably wouldn’t be able to throw his weight around this time.
So, she asked instead:
"Do you require someone to attend you? Shall I call for Rozana? If necessary, I could accompany you as well... But please, don’t misunderstand. I am merely concerned about the continuation of the Qinghui Clan’s bloodline. That is all."
Procreation and pleasure were virtues and the righteous path decreed by the Imperial Divine Ancestor, so no one was particularly reserved about such matters.
Thus, Yolanda quite openly offered to join him in bed, despite her flimsy attempt to cover her true intentions.
Westheid froze, taking a moment to process what Yolanda had just said.
’Wait, what kind of person do you take me for? Am I the kind of guy who just throws parties without a second thought?’
’All I want is a good night’s sleep.’
Just as Westheid was about to speak, he felt a soft, full pressure on the back of his neck. Mivana excitedly wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck, leaned down to nibble his earlobe, and said:
"Oh, I see! So this is how West wants to celebrate and rest? Wonderful! That’s exactly what I was thinking. I was worried you wouldn’t be willing."
Even Reiya, who always tried to be considerate of her lover, blushed faintly, her slender, fair fingers twirling a strand of hair at her shoulder.
"Mm... It has been a long time since we’ve been intimate. West, tonight..."
’You’re getting your hopes up too, aren’t you!’
Their time in the Country of Yonglan had been nothing but killing and fighting day in and day out. It was thrilling, to be sure, but it had also been a period of abstinence.
Being around a walking aphrodisiac like Westheid, anyone who could resist pouncing on him for even a single day was a saint.
What could Duke Qinghui do? He could only stare blankly at Yolanda, his gaze cold.
’Yolanda, you’ve doomed me!’
’We’re all Legends, and even though my combat strength surpasses either of them individually, if Mivana and Reiya team up, they’ll absolutely overpower me physically.’
’This is the difference between our racial bloodlines, clear as night and day!’
The platinum-blonde girl realized she had acted on her own and thrown her brother to the wolves. She immediately shut her mouth, offered a salute, and beat a hasty retreat.
She even closed the door behind her.
... And so the bitter struggle began ...
The next day, when the noon sun filtered through the window and fell upon Westheid’s eyelids, he awoke from a sweet dream and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a beautiful, charming face. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, her tongue peeking out to dissipate heat, giving her a somewhat dazed and adorable look.
Contrary to the tragic fate he had imagined—being ravaged in turns by the White-haired Dragon Lady and the Wolf-eared Maiden—last night had been a dreamlike experience. It was a rare night where he wasn’t squeezed dry, but was instead enveloped in gentleness, thoughtfulness, and sweetness.
’Of course, that was largely because Reiya and Mivana hadn’t used their full strength. But even if them holding back accounted for ninety-nine percent of it, don’t I deserve at least one percent of the credit?’
Having gained a clear upper hand in their beastly "training session," Westheid felt a wave of relief mixed with pride. He could finally, openly declare—
’Hah, it’s fine! I can fuck them both just the same!’
Duke Qinghui reached out to stroke Mivana’s large, fluffy tail, which was exceptionally soft to the touch. The tail was coiled unconsciously around his thigh, giving off a unique sort of allure.
"It’s a shame my other leg is missing something," he sighed.
Just as Westheid’s soft sigh faded, a voice spoke from beside him:
"I’m sorry, my bloodline isn’t pure enough for me to manifest a dragon’s tail."
The Duke of Qinghui turned his head to meet Reiya’s magnificent Cang Tong. Her eyes were filled with a deep affection, a look the Silver-haired Princess would never show in public, one that appeared only in these tender moments when their bodies were pressed close.
"Don’t worry about it. I was just talking. I like you no matter what you look like."
’That was true,’ he thought. ’Outer appearances are fleeting, but power is forever.’
Westheid lightly kissed Reiya’s cheek, then carefully got out of bed, leaving the room without waking Mivana.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, Westheid was met by two of his close retainers standing guard outside: Yolanda and Mephit.
"Brother," Yolanda said, "as you commanded, Miss Elaine, the leader of the Ring of Clear Skies, has already gone to the Holy Land. She is waiting for you."
Westheid replied, "I know. I’m heading there now. But why are you standing so far away?"
Yolanda’s delicate face was slightly flushed; she had clearly been eavesdropping. She was standing several paces away, as if afraid Westheid would grab her and... inject her with his essence on the spot.
"I... I just need a moment to adjust, Brother."
Seeing this, the blue-haired girl laughed.
"How ridiculous. My Lord’s thundering affection is a blessing! Only when he ravages you like a common fish can you truly appreciate his greatness and power. What is there to fear in such supreme bliss?"
Westheid snapped, "You be quiet, too. If you have free time, go supervise the instruction at the Guard Academy. The Qinghui Guard need the foundation of a Knight Apprentice. Training with Magic Tomes is ultimately too basic."
"Yes! Your will be done!"
Mephit gave an elegant salute and departed with swift efficiency.
Westheid shook his head, then finally made his way to the Holy Land.
As he passed through a garden filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers, he heard some rather discordant sounds coming from the central villa he was approaching.
"Your Excellency, Holy Spirit... Please don’t, not like this..."
"Mmm... what’s wrong with it? You look so similar, you really do..."
’What the hell is going on?’
Westheid frowned, quickened his pace, and pushed the door open.
The scene before him made Westheid’s eyebrow twitch uncontrollably.
Inside was a woman he had never seen before, with black hair and a black dress. This was clearly Elaine, the leader of the Ring of Clear Skies, who had come here at his behest.
She wore a long dress outlined in black and gold, with wide, flared sleeves. A white, double-breasted blouse accentuated her excellent figure, and she wore form-fitting black stockings—the typical attire of a Witch. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
But right now, this elegant and enchanting Witch was being clung to tightly by the Pure Holy Spirit. The white-haired girl was staring intently at the Witch’s face, her hands roaming all over her body.
The Witch’s slender, black-gloved hands—with the ring fingers left bare—were trying awkwardly to fend her off. She had her delicate, snow-white chin raised, her cool and intelligent face etched with deep consternation.
’Huh? This is the first thing I see when I get here?’
’You damn dog-donkey of an Ancestor, what the hell are you doing?!’
