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(AKJ)Chapter 118 - A Jade beauty?
🕑 Added 2025-07-05 16:49:40 +0000 UTC[A/N: I'm finally done with this chapter. It was something else, let me tell you. Mostly because of needing to adapt my brain to use the Omniscient POV, which means switching pov from time to time. Finding the timing is not as easy as I thought at first, but I think I managed pretty well. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Bye!]
Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
Despite wanting to attribute Demian’s exclamation to him wanting to get into her sister’s pants, the sight in front of Seraphine forced her to swallow the mocking words on the tip of her tongue. Indeed, as if her previous size of 2m50 was not big enough, Bryn was now as big as a two-story house, somewhere around 5 meters tall. If before, they were all calling her ‘giant’ as a joke, with her current size, she completely deserved the title. At least in Sera’s view. Her size was not the only thing that experienced incredible changes, though, as both her physical frame and skin aspect changed. The former’s most obvious alteration came from her muscle distribution and feminine assets. Before her breakthrough, whether it was her large muscles, huge breasts, or thick buttocks, they all reached inhuman proportions that even Sera’s very generous endowment, granted by her bloodline, was incapable of even remotely matching. The downside was a slight sense of disharmony, her body feeling a bit too inflated compared to ‘normal’. The feeling was not overpowering, though, but for cultivators with enhanced senses, it was still noticeable. However, that sense of disharmony had completely vanished at present, turning what seemed to be simply raw and uncontrolled strength into genuinely mastered power. That particular impression came mostly from small details, like slightly tighter muscles and a more balanced overall frame. Even her bust and butt received some upgrade, not in their relative size, but in their shapes, giving her a more lethal allure, unlike her previous wild beauty. Thinking about the right word to describe her, something came to her mind. ‘Sharper maybe?’ Sera then focused on the other major transformation Bryn experienced: her skin. Although saying it was merely her skin would be incorrect. Instead, it was every visible part of her body that was included in the change, from her golden skin to her bright red hair. Even her deep blue eyes were included. What changed? Well, her sister now looked like a freaking statue. A living Golden Jade Statue! With her bright red hair seemingly carved from some kind of red Jade and the white of her eyes turning golden like every other piece of her skin, the 5-meter-tall woman was the perfect representative of what people called a ‘statuesque’ beauty.
‘I’ve really been corrupted by Demian’s terrible humor...’ Sera complained internally while feeling a brief moment of embarrassment. Fortunately, she also gained her lover’s thick skin, and, coupled with her bloodline’s ‘quirks’, she was back to normal in no time, leaving only a hint of envy when admiring her sister’s improved body. Speaking of her body, she was also relieved that where both her nipples and ‘lower orifices’ were supposed to be, only smooth ‘skin’ was apparent. ‘Could have been super awkward.’ She thought, while recalling how thin her sister’s skin was when it came to romantic matters, let alone being seen naked by the man she liked. With her recent breakthrough, she might have gone ballistic and lost control of her Energy again, which was not something anyone there wanted. ‘Demian really needs to get stronger than her quickly, or she might explode when she gets to have sex with us for the first time.’ She commented inwardly while gazing at the deeper golden hue appearing on Bryn’s cheeks after she heard Demian’s mutters. Letting out a light sigh, Sera exclaimed inwardly. ‘Sis, you’re fooling no one here. Just confess and you’ll be done with it. Isn’t it much better to do that instead of being all anxious because of overthinking? Even Mom did it, and Demian accepted her. Even though he still needs to reach Tier 2 before those two get all wet and dirty, it won’t take that much more time.’ She truly wanted to say all of that out loud, but she chose to keep silent for two reasons. One, they had an audience, and although Seraphine was a dirty talk aficionado, she would only do it for Demian and his merry band of hot wives, not for anyone else. She was pretty shy after all... As for the second reason, well... Seeing how bashful (this time for real) her older sister looked, which, given her current height, was frankly both hilarious and adorable at the same time, Sera gave up on teasing her. ‘Jealous? Me? Why would I be jealous of the woman my own man has an eye on, a woman who’s my blood-related sister...? Fuck! That’s what I get from being so generous. I can’t really complain when I’m the one who pushed him towards Mom and Sis, can I? I know it sounds reasonable, but I can’t help but be a bit pissed off though...’ She pondered inwardly, her face still sporting her usual mysterious smile, no matter what she felt inside.
Sensing some dangerous emotions through the bond, Demian was shaken awake from his stunned state before turning briefly toward Seraphine’s direction and sending a brief message. [”Sorry, Love. I promise I’ll pamper you a lot once we’re back home.”] His words created a crack in the unaffected expression she wore, both her lips and eyelids twitching slightly in response. She did not say anything, but her emotions seemed calmer, which elicited an internal sigh of relief. ‘Damn! With how supportive she was, I really thought that having multiple women would be a cinch, but she’s definitely growing jealous... Not that I can blame her. I hope that once I take that step with Bryn and Liya, it’ll be easier for her to accept the situation, even if it’s not right after the fact. Giving them a wedding ceremony might help, too, though. As for kids? Well, it might be a bit too early to think about them. We still need to grow a few Ranks stronger before that.’ His random thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cough coming from above, prompting him to shove those thoughts to the side of his head while thinking wryly. ‘God! It’s like high school all over again with me overthinking every time a girl was nice to me.’ At that moment, his previously absentminded gaze regained focus, his head bending backward to catch her eyes as his own 2m10 tall height meant that the top of his head was not even level to her waist. Now, he was used to being shorter than her, but the difference had never been so large. Well, it may have been even worse when he was a baby, but that did not count. Feeling a bit strange (overwhelmed maybe?), the young man simply decided to ignore that feeling as a few positives came to his Mind. Unfortunately, none of them were things he could ‘enjoy’ for the moment, although it was just a matter of time. In the meantime, the young man’s marine-colored eyes met her lighter blue ones, his Mind noticing the darker golden color on her cheeks. ‘Is she blushing?’ He thought before her next few words confirmed his suspicions. “Do you... Like wh-what you see?”
The bashful tone, the slight stumbling in her diction, the blushing cheeks, and her hopeful gaze that kept moving away from his before returning again and again... ‘God, how can she be so adorable?!’ He exclaimed inwardly, his Mind shutting off for a brief moment from the cuteness overload. Now, if it had been Seraphine, the effect would have still been strong on him, but not as strong as this time. After all, Sera’s recent change made it easy for him to imagine her doing that kind of enticing reaction. But Bryn? The ever stoic and muscular Brynhild Mikhailov? Just the thought of it brought shivers of anticipation and desire to Demian’s Heart, although the only physical evidence from his inner reaction was a change in his gaze, something that, beside Sera, who had access to the Bond, no one caught. Closing his eyes briefly, he then opened them and, with a playful grin on his face, stated in his soothingly magnetic voice. “You look... Incredible. Even more so than before.” The genuine praise triggered something in the redhead, who, while moving her eyes from him, snorted ‘angrily‘ before muttering something almost unintelligible. He only caught a few words like ‘lucky’, ‘beat him up later’, ‘playboy’, which turned his teasing smile into a wry one, although after catching the slight upturn of Bryn’s lips, he felt relieved. ‘She doesn’t seem too pissed off. That’s a relief. Could she be weak to compliments? Makes sense since Sera and Liya are the same. No wonder they are blood-related.’ He contemplated with amusement, before something came to him, prompting him to ask with some hesitation. “Bryn?” Hearing his question, she stopped her cute mumblings, tilted her head slightly, and her expression regained its usual stillness, although the trace of cheerfulness in her voice betrayed her true emotional state. “Yes?” “I was wondering...” His tone was clearly hesitant, though his intense curiosity pushed him to ask. “...Is your size permanent? Not that I mind, but we might need a bigger house if that’s the case.” Shaking her head with an amused smile, she responded. “Did you forget about the city formation’s size-adjusting property? If it can’t even deal with my Tier 2 Cultivation Base, then it’d be pretty useless, wouldn’t it?” Briefly speechless, he then muttered. “Right, the formation! I completely forgot about that one.”
Looking at the amusing expression on his face, a few chuckles escaped her lips, the sound unknowingly more captivating than before her breakthrough. “Don’t worry, though. Even without it, I did gain another intrinsic power that can deal with that problem.” As soon as those words left her lips, her body started shrinking until it went back to her previous 2m tall height, a few instants later. The impressed looks on her three family members brought a feeling of pride to the young woman, although she showed none of it on her face, instead opting to explain further. “I can still shrink even more, but going below 2m tall is too energy-intensive, so using it all the time is out of the question.” Listening to her, Adeliya asked. “Since you can shrink, can you also get bigger?” Nodding her head, Bryn replied. “I can. Although I’ll meet the same problem of energy consumption if I go beyond 10m tall. I can still use that power in combat, though.” Her words brought an image of a golden, muscular woman standing as tall as mountains and throwing punches and kicks at Godzilla-sized beasts. He had to admit, the thought made him feel some anticipation, though he hoped to be strong enough to accompany her at that time. Fighting side by side with her in heaven-shocking battles was an exciting prospect, something he had never even dared to imagine before reincarnating in this world. ‘Cultivation... It can be scary, but it’s also so fucking great!’ Without cultivation, could he have been able to fly? To potentially live forever? Or even, and that was the best part in his Mind, to take his own blood-related Aunt and two female cousins as his wives? The latter may have been possible, but the difficulty would have been Hell Mode, not only because of the women themselves, but more importantly, because of the society he used to live in. ‘Whatever the case, life is fucking great!’ Demian exclaimed inwardly while saying out loud with an impressed tone. “That’s amazing, Sis!” His genuine compliment elicited a delighted grin from the older woman, who responded with a simple ‘Thanks’.
At that moment, she was suddenly reminded of her semi-naked state by the brief glances from Demian, her Mind finally registering the desire filling the young man’s eyes. A bit bashful, she swiftly retrieved a huangfu from her Void Ring and wore it with a few graceful movements. Finally fully clothed, she let out a discreet sigh of relief while releasing her ‘Armor Mode’, bringing back her genitals and nipples to her jade body. Interestingly, the aspect of her skin did not change, and even her red hair that had that peculiar jade-like texture remained the same way, the strangeness being its flowing quality reminiscent of normal hair strands. Despite the bizarre scene, none of the four paid it too much mind. After all, even Adeliya, who was the weakest of the quartet, was strong enough to break a car door with a punch, let alone Brynhild, who could probably raze an entire city with a dozen attacks. Taking that into account, they were all pretty open-minded when it came to magical things, and flowing jade-like hair did not even scratch the surface of what they could tolerate. Quite the opposite, not only Demian, but even Sera and Liya kept complimenting Brynhild’s new hair, delighting the woman who had been feeling a bit insecure about her inhuman new looks. It was only a few minutes later that they stopped their chat when the four heard Sergei’s voice transmission in their ears. [”Since little Bryn is done with her Tribulation, we should leave this place. We’re not the only ones wanting to use this place after all.”] Hearing the reminder, Demian chuckled lightly, mumbling. “Almost forgot we aren’t home.” He then said firmly, while looking at the other three. “Let me bring you three beautiful ladies over to the boat, if you don’t mind?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, though, since he knew none of them would disagree with his proposition. Even Bryn, who was about to protest, ended up holding her tongue as she suddenly remembered her previous objective: Making that damn Playboy treat her as well as her younger sister! Also, beating him up, but that could wait for the future. For now, the priority was making him fall for her. After all, she may be relatively ‘innocent’ when it came to love-related matters, but she knew that if she did not take that step herself, he would probably take forever to do it himself, something her sister warned her of many times. ‘With how Mom has been acting recently, I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before those two horny rabbits trick her into bed with them... Damn it! Just the idea pisses me off! I’m so jealous!’ She exclaimed inwardly while showing none of it on her face.
Instead, she silently observed his face, making him feel a bit uncomfortable. ‘Why is she looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?’ He wondered inside. Outwardly, however, he kept his confident grin, and, with a simple thought, the four of them started floating gently in the air before being launched toward the floating boat a few kilometers away at a speed invisible to the naked mortal eye. Interestingly, his Elemental Field, boosted by his First Grade Intent, was able to soothe most physical disruptions created by their rapid flight, almost akin to turning air into empty space. Of course, Demian knew that this sensation mainly appeared because his speed hadn’t yet reached a certain threshold. Once the latter was crossed, a First-Grade Intent would not be enough to deal with the friction, not only slowing him down, but also creating shockwaves in the air. Though reaching that kind of speed without the appropriate Intent was next to impossible. It was more or less a case of ‘needing the Intent to get the speed, with the same Intent dealing with external disruptions’. Whatever the case, the four barely took a few seconds to cross the distance before reaching the flying boat, where the three veteran Cultivators, along with the Mansion’s guards, were waiting for them. Those three’s faces each sported a different expression, from the General’s appreciative smile to the playful smirk worn by Ling and Sergei’s eternally calm grin. Seeing the Mikhailovs landing on the deck, General Mikhail Anrepov exclaimed. “Well, I’m glad I met the few of you. With talents like yours, our Federation will certainly prosper. In the meantime, I need to go welcome the next cultivator on the list, so I have to bid all of you goodbye.” Pausing for a second, his gaze fell on Demian and Sera’s figure before adding with a grin. “But I’m sure it won’t be long before I see all of you again.” Returning his smile, Demian and Sera replied. “Of course, Sir.” “Definitely, Sir.” A slight nod to the Sergei couple, and his body instantly disappeared, leaving the four Mikhailovs with no clue as to where the man teleported to, or if it was even teleportation. After all, once the difference in speed between two beings reached a certain degree, it became no different from teleportation.
Feeling a bit absent-minded, Demian was suddenly brought back to the situation when he heard Sergei‘s next words. “Let’s go home, shall we?” To which Ling replied, half jokingly. “For something that was supposed to be easy, it’s really been full of twists and turns...” Shaking her head, she then looked toward the four and added. “The four of you should go rest once we’re home. You all look like you’re about to pass out.” As those words reached their ears, they all realized how spot on she was. Whether it was Brynhild who went through the actual ordeal and almost died, or the other three who almost went into cultivation deviation from extreme worry, none of them were against getting some shuteye. Although with their current Cultivation Bases, they could completely replace sleep with meditation, or even go without either for a long period of time, sleep did have that kind of appeal that meditation lacked, similar to eating. Objectively, none of them NEEDED to eat, but all of them still did it. It was more a matter of enjoyment, which may end up changing after living for a few hundred years, but for now, they would keep eating and sleeping when they felt like it. Besides, the idea of lying down on a bed with a hot woman in his embrace, with neither of them wearing a shred of clothing, sounded pretty great for Demian, especially when the woman in question was as deeply in love with him as he was with her. Speaking of which... ‘I wonder how we’ll manage the ‘sleeping arrangements’ when Liya and Bryn finally take that step with me. Knowing Sera, I’m sure it’ll be super perverted. Not that I’m against the idea.’ He contemplated, amused, while the other three women looked strangely absentminded, with no one but themselves knowing about what was in their minds. At that moment, Sergei declared. “We’ve already toured enough today, so we’ll simply teleport directly to the Mansion’s entrance if you’re all fine with it.” The rhetorical question was met with exhausted nods, prompting the older man to connect with the City Formation to receive ‘permission’ to use the City’s short-range teleportation Array, which only worked inside the City’s bounds and was only available to high-level members of the Federation. In a blink, the permission was granted before Void Energy swiftly covered the whole flying boat. An instant later, the entire boat, along with their passengers, disappeared before reappearing right in front of the Serene River Mansion’s Paifeng with none of the inconveniences the four Mikhailovs previously experienced during their last long-range teleportation. ‘Distance probably matters a lot.’ Demian thought while listening to Sergei’s instructions. “Go rest, all of you. You deserve it.”
As soon as those words left his lips, besides Adeliya with her relatively lackluster Cultivation Base, the rest of the three felt themselves being moved in a brief instant before they saw themselves reappear in front of their own Courtyard, with no one else around. Shaking his head, the young man muttered. “Teleportation is really useful. I can’t wait to be able to use it.” Hearing his comment, Seraphine let out a few amused giggles before replying. “You’d need to comprehend the Void Intent for that, so better not hold your breath. Even with your... ‘Talents’, shall we say, it will probably take a few years.” Nodding his head, he remarked. “I guess it’s already good that I’m more or less guaranteed to reach it, so I shouldn’t complain.” Cocking her brow, the young woman replied. “Good that you’re aware. Anyway, why don’t we go in?” She gestured towards the wooden building while her legs quickly started moving inside, prompting the other three to follow. A few seconds later, as the group was about to split up, with the two ‘official’ lovers leaving for the Western Wing where their bedroom was located, while the mother and daughter duo was supposed to move to the Eastern Wing where their own bedrooms were, Seraphine suddenly turned her head toward Demian and instructed him in a firm tone. “Go wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll be back in a short while.” Coking his brow, he asked, curious. “What’re you gonna do?” With a grin half playful, half serious, she replied. “I need to talk to Mom and Sis. Don’t worry about it and go. Pretty please ?” Gazing silently into her grey orbs for a few seconds, he then nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his tone turning gentle. “Sure. But don’t take too long.” He then bid goodbye to the other two and left for his own bedroom, his Mind filled with curiosity. ‘Well, I’ll ask Sera later.’ He finally decided after a few seconds of pondering.
Back to the three girls. Seeing Demian leave, Seraphine turned absent-minded for a few seconds. Who could blame her when the man was the living representation of a male God? Perfect face, perfect muscles, and perfect dick. The whole package! And that tight ass... ‘Why do I feel like I’m getting worse and worse? It’s like my middle name switched to horny recently.’ Pausing her thoughts for a second, she added. ‘Oh well, I’m blaming Demian for it. He’s got shoulders strong enough to bear it.’ Feeling amused, she then turned toward the other two women, who, interestingly, were both looking at the same place she had been looking at previously, and that was much lower than the man’s shoulders. Chuckling at how obvious those two were being, Sera commented. “Nice view, uh?” Distracted, the two began to nod, but mid-movement, Bryn stopped before a light blush appeared on her jade-like cheeks, something that also happened to Adeliya, but because the latter’s relationship with Demian had progressed a lot more, she was not as embarrassed and thus only replied in a low tone. “Very nice.” Shaking her head, Sera said, her playful expression swiftly turning serious as she declared solemnly. “The three of us need to have a good talk. Let’s go to one of your rooms.”
