Chapter 107: A moment alone with my wife's mother

A few hours had passed since that conversation about his physique, after resolving so many issues at once, especially with part of that vengeance he carried, the bitterness over his brothers' mistreatment that he loathed. In a way, it had all ended—those who had truly caused trouble were punished in the worst possible way.

The incident concluded with three deaths, the deaths of the sons of a cold man who barely cared for them. Three Vorah were erased in a single day, and the result? A rising star within the Ascension emerged from the depths of that family. Yet... Perhaps that star wasn't shining so brightly now.

After yesterday's conversation, Strax went to bed that day, and a question lingered in his thoughts like a fog—what came next? What was the next step beyond his current strength? Would training alone suffice? He was exhausted from the day, not just physically with his awakened body, but mentally.

So tired that he hadn't even had time to spend with his wives that night, and thus, morning dawned upon him, awakened by the sunlight streaming through his window and hitting his face.

He lay in a King Size bed, completely alone, the sheets completely loose and thrown about, clearly indicating others had slept there, but Strax didn't even register it; the fatigue was such that he didn't remember anything from the previous night.

"Damn..." He muttered, rubbing his head, which still ached—well, he had plenty of reasons for that.

He calmly got up, feeling his head throb with pain. "Ah... damn, so much shit in this fucking head, I need to stop thinking about things," Strax said as he dressed, realizing he was only in his underwear.

Quietly descending the stairs, Strax noticed the house was strangely quiet. Normally, the kitchen would be bustling at this hour, but there were no signs of life. It intrigued him, yet also gave him a moment of peace to think.

He sat down at the table, finding a breakfast already prepared. Eggs and bacon, a meal he had never eaten in this world. "Strange to see something like this..." he murmured, sensing an odd calmness in the air. Everything was too quiet, a silence he wasn't accustomed to experiencing.

"Okay... this is weird." Nonetheless, he picked up the utensils and began to eat, savoring each bite as he sipped some coffee. It was the first decent meal he had had in days, since the incident with Beatrice.

Some time passed, and he heard footsteps and heavy breathing approaching. Turning around, he saw a familiar figure dressed in workout clothes that accentuated her sweaty body. Monica entered the kitchen, her face brightened by a smile upon seeing Strax enchanted by the taste of the food.

She approached and, with a loving gesture, gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Monica said, her hair tied back and an ecstatic expression from just finishing her exercises.

"Don't worry," he said, leaning a little closer to her, the proximity making their breaths one. "I'll be by your side when you tell her. Don't worry about the minor detail of both of you being my wives." She smiled, feeling more secure, and now their lips were dangerously close to each other's. "Thank you, Dear. I'm just afraid things will change because she knows that... well...

her mother sleeps with her husband."

"Really? I find it quite exciting to have both mother and daughter all to myself," she could feel the tension and attraction between them growing, like an electric current pulsing in the air, every little word just a disguised temptation. Strax's fingers slid down her arm to her neck, and he pulled her a little closer to him, their lips almost touching.

"Monica..." he murmured, his voice full of desire. She closed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and before anyone could say anything else, he kissed her.

The kiss was slow and deep, filled with a need they had both suppressed for too long—well, it had been days since their last moment alone together.

He could taste her, a mix of salt and sweetness, and the heat of their bodies seemed to meld into one.

"Mm," Monica moaned softly, muffled by Strax's lips, a sound that made Strax's heart race even faster. She surrendered completely to the kiss, her hands gripping his face as they lost themselves in that moment of passion.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads pressed against each other. "She'll be fine, dear. If she's not... well, I'll set her straight, after all, I am her father now," he said mischievously, and Monica pulled back a bit. "Tsk, don't talk like that, it's too... provocative," Monica said, turning her face away, completely red.

"You bastard! Stop suggesting these things!" Monica thought, she was already falling for Strax's talk, and before she could even think of anything, he was already thinking of perverted things... Or was it her? She wasn't even aware of it.

"Now..." Strax murmured when suddenly a noise came from outside, where the training area would be. It sounded like weights being pushed very hard.

"It seems they've started again," Monica said with a smile. "They?"

"We, your wives were fighting each other, to see who goes first. Unfortunately, I was defeated, although it wasn't a fair game, Samira even contained her cultivation to our level," Monica shrugged, she seemed very comfortable, since she was still sitting on her husband's lap while the two fought outside, using the pretext of training not to be kidnapped so easily...

"Wait... Go first in what?" Strax asked... although he had an idea of what it would be... "You know very well, dear, and you're already quite excited, I'm feeling something big poking my butt," Monica said mischievously...