Chapter 242 Family Talk



Watching the pair of sisters walk away, Seth slightly shook his head and walked after them, enjoying the jiggle in Aimy's ass as she quickly followed after her sister.

While Irene quickly walked towards the crucified woman, Seth casually followed from behind, and by the time he arrived beside the two women, he could see a green liquid leaking from the woman's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"Didn't think you hated her that much" Seth commented, "staring at the veins that protruded on her face and the visible parts of her hands and legs"

"I didn't kill her, I underestimated her fanaticism, didn't think a level 9 mortal could be so demented to go as far as committing suicide with such a pain-inducing poison.

"Did you want something from her?" Seth asked, moving closer to Irene, his approaching presence having Aimy quickly move out of his way and give him unobstructed access to Irene's back, though the woman did watch his every movement like she was scared he was going to pounce on her.

Just as Seth moved to wrap his hand around Irene, her elbow moved and struck him on the ribs, sending him stumbling backward and rubbing his sore rib.

"That wasn't fair I just wanted to grab an ass cheek, look how lonely they are" Seth complained, but Irene paid him no mind, most likely still brooding from their earlier conversation.

While Irene kept staring at the dead woman in silence, Seth noticed Aimy grinding her right foot into the ground, her head bent downwards, and then after a while, she stopped.

Taking a further interest in her movements, Seth keenly observed Aimy, this time keeping his eyes from her ass and boobs.

With his eye peeled open, it didn't take Seth more than a second to notice Aimy slightly rubbing her thumb against her index finger.

Seth felt something was amiss with Aimy actions as he couldn't help but feel that the woman was nervous, but before he could put more thought into it, Aimy turned and stared at him.

With Aimy looking at him, Seth expected to see nervousness or wariness in her eyes, but all he saw was interest and a determined curiosity as her eyes roamed his body.

Though Seth would have liked to release a grin at the thought that Aimy was checking him out and ogling his crotch, it was an undeniable fact that the only thing about Seth's body that interested her at the moment was his chest and arms.

It wasn't long before Aimy's eyes move to his face, boldly staring into his eyes with a slightly narrowed gaze.

Seth calmly stared back at Aimy, wondering what the usually timed and slightly spoilt woman was up to, but their little staring contest was brought to an end by Irene clearing her throat.

Like a spell, this sound sent Seth and Aimy looking toward Irene, her folded arms and tight face telling them what she thought about their little interaction.

Before either Seth or Aimy could take action, Irene acted first, her aura slowly rising out of her.

A frown crossed Seth's face as he thought Irene was pushing past her boundaries in an attempt to keep him from Aimy, but a second later his assumptions were proved wrong as Iren turned to Aimy and let her aura loose.

The sudden turn of events stunned Seth as she had been more than sure that Iren wanted to have a go at him, never could he have imagined that she was going to turn on Aimy.

"From now on am going to ask you some questions, and if you dare lie to me, I'm going to make you regret it," Irene said, and to Seth's further shock, Aimy timidly nodded her head.

Seth had expected a look of betrayal, hurt, anger, or disbelief from Aimy, but seeing how she reacted to Irene's action, served to tell Seth that what was happening between the both of them wasn't a new thing.

"First question, why are you at the 9th war-king stage, with all the pills and qi stones you've jacked yourself on, you've become a sorry excuse for a cultivator" 

"All the planning I did for you wasted, your dantian says you're at the 9th war-king level, yet your qi barely qualifies you as an 8th level war-king," Irene said, her aggrieved tone clear for all to hear.

Rather than go into an outburst at Irene's scolding, Aimy bent her head down and stared at the replied Irene with only 5 words,

"You've been gone for 3 years." 

Like a switch flipped off, these 5 words destroyed all of Irene's momentum as she couldn't help but take a step back, her aura vanishing like it had never existed.

"It can't be three years, I've only been here for three months" Irene mumbled.

"No, it's been three years" Aimy softly muttered.

The term war-king stood out to Seth, but without hassle, he figured out that it was one of the cultivation names of their world, 9th war-king most likely being equivalent to 9th Kaiser and level 9 mortal.

Not feeling the least guilty or uncomfortable, Seth dropped to the cold floor, easily resisting the cold it gave off, and got into a cross-legged position, making himself comfortable for the rest of the drama that was about to play out.

While others would feel the need to give the two women privacy, Seth had a stake in the conversation being had at the moment.

If Seth wanted his dreams of a joyous, consensual, and erotic threesome to come true, then he had to be very knowledgeable about both women, especially now when they were having a little squabble.

While Seth was aware Irene had her own problems, he couldn't be bothered about them but at the moment he had to be alert for any useful information that might be dropped.

"Besides it wasn't like any of them had asked him to give them privacy" Seth shamelessly thought.