After the intense feeding within the vessel chamber, Komi carefully swept the face of her mother who was wrapped within the gore of her old nest. Yurin's corpse was well preserved, the knife wound on her stomach had already healed without a scar; but her body remained cold and devoid of life.
Leo recalled the deep sorrow the big girl inadvertently transmitted through their bond. These emotions were the reason why he decided to take her into the family. Be it pity or soft hearted, the boy wanted her to experience being human again. Becoming his little sister was merely an alias to have her live a normal life.
Respecting the moment, he silently watched the girl mourn for her mother. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to bring the dead back to life. But there was one exception that he knew, which was his own mother, Maria.
Yet, the boy had never understood if his mother was truly dead in the first place, or if she was alive even now. Not even the twins knew all the intricacy behind Maria's design when she planned for her own death; they were merely casters to the spell their elder sister set up.
So far, the mother had mostly acted as an obedient doll that serviced him like his personal wet nurse. But in return, he had to put in generous efforts to maintain her body periodically with his thick cheese.
Hence, the only solution Komi could come up with at the moment, was submerging her mother's body within her favorite protein shake. What's this strange feeling of immoral guilt from watching the girl pouring down buckets of his seeds into the tub, hoping it would magically revive the corpse?
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By the time they returned from feeding, Jean had already taken her leave. The female agent was still busy dealing with the aftermath of the disaster. The authorities suspected that many of the cultists had escaped during that time, and were trying to hunt down the remnants.
Maria was cleaning the table while preparing food inside the kitchen. The doll mother would often automatically assume all the chores in the house without saying a word.
For a moment, Leo felt the tranquility was reminiscent of the past.
And amusingly, just as Maria was fond of the big girl at first sight, Komi would also imitate the mother in housekeeping. The wholesome giantess was already trying her best to be part of the family. However, given her monstrous strength, it was inevitable that she ended up breaking a few things with her lack of control.
"It's fine, Komi. You don't have to force yourself until you get used to your shrunken size." Leo kindly tended the young lady who was almost in tears with her puppy eyes.
[Please let me try again!] - Komi quickly scribbled; somehow, she was perfectly adept in the fine motor movements of writing.
The girl was more stubborn than she looked; hence, Leo was not cruel enough to say no to her determined expression. Hearing the sound of another broken plate from the kitchen, the boy ached painfully in his heart.
While he appreciated the enthusiasm, it didn't seem like Komi understood the concept of money even before she was detached from society.
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"How could you demand me to stop after showing me salvation!? The taste of his essence, his life force! My body had been addicted to its pleasure! It's already too late for me to go back!!" A vehement and desperate look was showing on her face.
"Komi, give her some of your juice."
The obedient little sister jumped on the bed and gently pulled the demoness forward. As their tender lips met, a savory exchange of unknown fluid was made between the two young ladies.
"What was that? It felt cold... and refreshing."
The demoness sensed a bulk of dark Anima began to mix with Leo's load. It helped temporarily cleanse her mind from the intoxication of certain thick ooze by combating its foul energies.
"Now that you are more awake, get up from his meat pole before he pumps another load. You are not allowed to touch my boy again until you successfully form your own Anima core."
Elizabeth was quickly reaching the peak of the second stage thanks to the gallons of saturated cheese dumped into her guts, but the final push would still take quite a bit effort for her to break through the critical stage.
To her credit, the princess's cultivation was indeed unbelievable for her age; even Leo himself, with all the cheats attributed to him, was still toiling on the same level. The enormous volume of Anima in reserve only slowed down his refinement, but at the same time, it was what made him terrifying on another spectrum.
Stages of Anima refinement do not always determine one's combat potential. It merely defines the level of sophistication for the techniques at their disposal. Most of the Anima users in the world were similar to Yuuto, who was stuck beneath the first stage for a very long time.
They may have a large pool of Anima to draw from, but have very limited utilization of their power besides enhancing their physical strength.
For example, imbuing Anima on a weapon is the most basic skill first stage anima users can utilize. On the second stage, some would awaken skills unique to the users; like Leo's purifying white flame or Anna black flames of terror, or Elizabeth's control of blood, which could also be passed down through lineage.
However, even with the drastic difference of the second stage, the third stage was the dividing line between high-ranking Anima users and the rest.
"Fine... woman. I will listen to you this time around. But one day, I will make him mine and savor him however I wish!"
Minutes later, after fixing her dress, the princess proudly declared her claim before exiting the door. Elizabeth had yet to understand the mother's intention, but she had never been looked down like this before. A new ambition was burning within her, she intended to prove her worth so she can freely indulge on the boy at her will.
"I welcome you to try. Come back again when its effect wears off; Komi can help you accelerate the absorption of his dense Anima accumulated in your body."
It was unknown if the princess heard the advice from Maria; but she swiftly left the room without a moment of hesitation. Regardless, with one less cattle to feed, Leo's daily life still consisted of being milked fifty percent of the day.