Still nestled against Lady Seraphina's warm, spent body on the velvet sofa, Elias quietly summoned his system with a mental command.
"System."
A translucent blue panel instantly materialized in his vision, visible only to him.
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**Name:** Elias von Arcturus
**Age:** 22
**Level:** Rank Zero · Unawakened · 3 Stars · Early Stage
**Magic:** Dark Magic
**Proficiency:** Beginner (50 %)
**Bound Woman:** Lady Seraphina (Fourth Wife)
**Note:** To bind the next target, reach 6 Stars.
**Astral Lattice Points:** 150
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Seeing the panel, Elias nodded in quiet satisfaction. Without hesitation he mentally allocated 100 points into his level.
The moment the points vanished, highly concentrated pure mana surged from heaven and earth, crashing into his body like liquid fire. The dense, impurity-free energy flooded his meridians and gathered at his heart in a roaring torrent. A powerful euphoric wave of pleasure slammed through him, so intense it bordered on pain.
He let out a soft, involuntary moan as the mana purified and strengthened every fiber of his being. Scorching, intoxicating thoughts of his mother flooded his mind — Lady Seraphina's cum-soaked pussy still leaking his seed onto the sofa, the weight of her breasts pressed against his cheek, and the warm, sticky mess of their mixed juices coating his softening cock. Deep love intertwined with burning forbidden lust, sending molten heat straight to his groin.
His cock, still semi-hard and nestled against her slick thigh, throbbed violently. A hot gush of fresh cum suddenly erupted from the swollen tip in strong, rhythmic spurts, painting her creamy skin in heavy ropes even though he wasn't stroking himself. The overwhelming sensation forced another deep, broken groan from his lips.
"Ahh… yes… fuck, yes… it feels so good…"
The pleasure crested like a second orgasm, his balls tightening as more cum pulsed out in messy waves, smearing across Seraphina's thigh and dripping down to join the obscene puddle already soaking the cushion beneath them.
When the rush finally subsided, his level had jumped straight to 4 Stars.
Elias's gaze lingered on the translucent blue panel. With 50 Astral Lattice points remaining, he didn't hesitate for even a second and mentally allocated every last one into his Dark Magic.
The upgrade surged through him instantly. His proficiency leapt from Beginner straight to Novice. A steady, far more powerful flow of dark mana now coursed smoothly through his meridians — controlled, responsive, and brimming with raw potential.
He clenched his fist, feeling the raw strength thrumming beneath his skin. *If I had to smash that same reinforced glass from this afternoon to save my big sister from those red orcs… I bet I could shatter it into pieces right now without even trying.* A confident smile curved his lips.
His thoughts then drifted back to an earlier moment in the dojo. When his hand had been badly injured, Lady Akari had gracefully knelt before him and channeled her exceptionally rare and potent Cherry Blossom Restoration Magic. The vivid memory of the elegant First Wife on her knees — those massive, heavy breasts straining desperately against her luxurious robe, threatening to spill out with every breath — sent a fresh, filthy wave of forbidden heat rushing straight to his groin.
The intoxicating image lingered in his mind as exhaustion finally claimed him. With a deep, contented sigh, Elias drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep, his head still resting possessively against the soft, warm swell of Lady Seraphina's breasts.
Inside the duke's grand residence, within Lady Seraphina's private court, a sneaky figure glided silently through the darkened corridors. His footsteps were slow and cautious, as though afraid to disturb even the quietest shadow.
It was none other than Kai von Arcturus — Lady Seraphina's only son and Elias's older brother. At twenty-five years old, nearly nine months had passed since his awakening ceremony, yet his strength remained pitifully stuck at Rank 1, Newbie 2 Stars. He had earned the mocking nickname "Pill Baby" due to his weak and shallow foundation.
Kai bore a striking resemblance to his mother, inheriting roughly seventy percent of her features — the same luxurious golden-blonde hair and mesmerizing deep-sea-blue eyes. However, his once-handsome face now looked pale and haggard from months of heavy drinking and endless nights of debauchery.
In his hand he clutched a rolled parchment listing the top 10 courtesans of the week. Naturally, this exclusive information had come directly from Elias.
Ever since childhood, Elias had been subtly manipulating his older brother. While noble and royal families rarely raised their own children — leaving them mostly in the care of nannies — Elias had gradually introduced the young, impressionable Kai to sex, alcohol, and women. What began as seemingly harmless fun had slowly and deliberately turned Kai into a complete wastrel: a dissipated, good-for-nothing young noble with almost no real potential.
After several minutes of cautious walking through the dimly lit corridors, Kai finally reached the back exit. Without the slightest hesitation he stepped outside and slipped into the night.
From their hidden posts, Lady Seraphina's faction guards watched him go. A collective sigh of disappointment rippled through them at their young master's reckless behavior.
Seeing Kai venture out alone, one of the younger guards muttered uneasily, "Hey… the young master is heading out all by himself at this hour. Don't you think something might happen to him?"
An experienced guard let out a low scoff and dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. "Who has the balls to lay a finger on the duke's fourth son?" He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides… Lady Seraphina is now allied to the fifth young master, Elias. The Obsidian Veil is not going to sit idly by if anything happens to Kai. Just relax."
The younger guard nodded, the implication sinking in immediately.
Inside Lord Valerian Nightshade's private chamber, the air remained thick with the lingering musk of last night's passion. The room was still dim, the heavy velvet curtains drawn just enough to keep the space wrapped in sultry shadows even as dawn crept in.
Elias and Lady Seraphina lay tangled together on the wide velvet sofa, completely naked and lost in deep, sated sleep. Her long legs were draped possessively over his thigh, her full, heavy breasts pressed flush against his chest, while his spent cock rested heavily against her inner thigh, still glistening with the remnants of their mixed juices.
From the deepest shadows in the corner of the room, a stunning female spy emerged like a living temptation. She was the very same woman Lord Valerian Nightshade — Elias's grandfather — had bent over his massive oak desk the day before, pounding her mercilessly in deep, ruthless doggy-style.
Her name was Vespera Kane.
At thirty-eight, she was the epitome of mature, dangerous beauty — long, silky raven hair cascading down her back, full crimson lips still slightly swollen from yesterday's rough use, and a body built for sin: generous breasts straining against her tight black leather corset, a tiny waist flaring into wide, fertile hips, and long, toned legs that promised endless pleasure. Her dark eyes gleamed with professional hunger as she drank in the sight of the sleeping lovers, the thick, filthy scent of sex still heavy in the air making her own core throb with fresh, unwelcome heat.
The stunning raven-haired spy softly cleared her throat, her voice a low, velvet murmur in the dim morning light.
"Ahem… Young Master, wake up. I have gathered the information you requested."
Elias stirred groggily at the sound. Still tangled with the sleeping Lady Seraphina, he carefully untangled himself from her warm, naked body — her full breasts rising and falling with each soft breath, her thighs still glistening with the remnants of last night's pleasure. As he stood completely naked, he reached for the bottle of premium cherry-blossom liqueur on the nearby table.
His muscular frame moved with slightly unsteady steps, the thick scent of sex still clinging to his skin. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a long, deep swig. Sweet, fragrant liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin and over his broad chest in slow, glistening rivulets before continuing its obscene descent. The golden-pink liquid slid sensually along the thick, veined length of his semi-hard cock.
The sweet liqueur mixed lewdly with the glossy bead of precum already leaking from his swollen tip. The combined fluid hung in heavy, glistening strands before dripping onto the marble floor in slow, wet drops.
The spy's dark eyes locked onto the erotic sight. Her breath hitched sharply as she watched the liquor and precum drip shamelessly from his impressive morning wood. Heat flooded between her thighs; she gulped hard, unable to tear her gaze away.
Elias wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and commanded in a deep, authoritative voice,
"Speak."