Kieran stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the private auction room, his arms crossed as his purple eyes calmly scanned the grand hall below. The expansive chamber buzzed with murmured conversation as guests from all walks of life filled the ornate seats. Clan leaders, wealthy merchants, rogue cultivators, and even royal envoys entered, all drawn by the promise of rare treasures at the Golden Clover Auction.
The chandeliers above glittered with hanging spirit crystals, casting gentle rainbow hues across the polished floors. Rows of seats wrapped around the central stage like a crescent moon, with spotlights focused on a solitary pedestal waiting to display the first item. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation.
Sindra's voice slipped into Kieran's mind like silk through fingers.
"Master, have you noticed anything… strange about your wives lately?"
Kieran's brow furrowed slightly. He turned his head, looking away from the slowly filling hall to glance over his shoulder.
Behind him, Baixue and Roulan reclined gracefully on a plush, luxurious divan draped in deep purple silks. The two women chatted softly, a bottle of spirit tea resting between them, their laughter gentle and affectionate. Baixue's silvery hair shimmered beneath the soft glow of the floating lanterns, while Roulan's emerald robes clung elegantly to her graceful frame.
"Strange?" Kieran asked mentally, eyes narrowing slightly. "They seem fine to me."
Sindra hovered beside him, her now mature and voluptuous form dressed in a teasingly revealing dress, arms folded beneath her chest. She smirked.
"Use Pellucid Insight, master. Look deeper. Not just their surface cultivation."
Kieran nodded and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, a faint shimmer passed over his irises as he activated Pellucid Insight. The room around him brightened in clarity, and the faint spiritual auras of Baixue and Roulan came into view.
His gaze fell on Baixue first. He could see that she was an early-stage master realm cultivator with a viridian realm soul and a mortal-level body.
He shifted his eyes to Roulan. Her spiritual pressure was more intense, an early-stage Grandmaster, with a king-level soul but a mortal-level body. But even though Roulan had a higher cultivation realm, her foundation was far weaker than Baixue.
Kieran's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Then, at Sindra's urging, he focused deeper—beyond the cultivation layers and into their blood essence. His breath caught for a moment.
Baixue's blood glowed with a luminous silver hue, like moonlight captured in liquid form. Roulan's shimmered faintly green, reminiscent of life essence or hidden wood affinity.
"Silver... green…" he murmured mentally. "They both have special physiques!"
"Exactly," Sindra replied, her tone laced with amusement. "Baixue's is completely dormant, but Roulan's has started to awaken."
Kieran nodded, realizing that it was Roulan's awakening physique that led her to find Eir.
"Another thing, master, their bodies, souls, and spiritual energy are imbalanced. They need to become all complete cultivators or they will never achieve divinity."
Kieran's expression turned serious as he looked at them again—at the women who had entrusted their lives and hearts to him. He felt a warm surge of responsibility bloom in his chest.
"Then I'll help them awaken," he said. "And improve their foundation."
Sindra chuckled with a sultry twist in her tone. "Of course you will, Master. And I have a few… methods in mind to help speed things along."
Kieran rolled his eyes inwardly but couldn't help the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Baixue and Roulan felt a sudden chill run down their spines as Kieran's glowing gaze lingered on them. It was as if his eyes pierced through their bodies and souls, laying bare every secret, every thought, and every hidden desire they carried. Their hearts skipped a beat, and a faint blush crept onto their cheeks as they exchanged a glance.
Kieran stepped forward without a word and sat between them, his arms wrapping around their waists with casual familiarity. The two women instinctively leaned into him, their heads resting gently against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His hands began to move slowly, caressing the curves of their backs and waists with deliberate tenderness. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down their spines, and soft gasps escaped their lips as arousal bloomed within them, kindled by the mix of affection and desire that radiated from him.
Kieran breathed in deeply, his enhanced senses catching the sweet, delicate scent of their Yin chi saturating the room like a heady perfume. It stirred something primal within him, his touch growing bolder as his hands roamed. One hand slid down to knead Baixue's plump ass, eliciting a breathy gasp from her, while the other fondled Roulan's boobs, his fingers teasing her areolas through the fabric. Their bodies trembled against him, heat rising to their cheeks. With a playful glint in his eyes and a low, teasing murmur, he asked, "Everything feeling alright down there?" His voice sent another wave of warmth through them, increasing their arousal.
Roulan, emboldened by Kieran's teasing, stood up slowly, her confidence rising. Her dress slipped from her shoulders, gliding down her body, pooling silently around her feet, revealing elegant curves and delicate, lacy undergarments. Her eyes never left Kieran's as she stepped forward, then gracefully knelt before him.
A flush painted her cheeks, but her voice was steady as she whispered, "Let me take care of you." Her hands reached for him, gentle and reverent, as she pulled out his slightly limp rod. She gently stroked it with one hand while massaging his family jewels with the other, watching it slowly become hard before putting it inside her mouth. Kieran felt a wave of warmth and desire surge through him as Roulan's head started bobbing up and down. The slurping sounds she made intensified his desire.
"Looks like someone has been learning the Yin dragon scripture," Sindra teased, but her eyes were filled with admiration for Roulan.
Baixue, still nestled beside him, watched with wide eyes, her breath catching at the sight. She slowly turned her head to face Kieran, only for her lips to be sealed with a passionate kiss. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but soon she was tongue wrestling with Kieran, enjoying the pleasure it brought.
Roulan increased the intensity of her sucking, taking the full length of Kieran's rod until she eventually felt it hit the back of her throat. Making her body shudder as sweet nectar dripped out of her flower, staining her lace panties. Her actions made Kieran let out a pleasure-filled grunt as he broke his kiss with Baixue, his eyes turning to Roulan, who was looking back at him with lust-filled eyes.
The pleasure he was feeling coupled with the look in Roulan's eyes pushed him over the edge, his rod inside Roulan's mouth started twitching slightly, and Roulan once again increased the intensity in response.
Kieran felt the pressure build up and then burst forth as he unleashed his load inside Roulan's mouth as she greedily gulped it all down while massaging his balls and stroking his shaft for a whole minute.
Is it supposed to be this sweet and potent? She thought to herself, licking her lips contentedly as she felt his extremely pure and potent Yang Chi fill up her stomach.
"Aw, done already, Master?" Sindra smirked as she floated nearby and quipped, "I expected a dragon to have more stamina."
Sindra's words made Roulan look up at her husband with pride in her eyes, while Baixue admired the glistening rod, eager to feel it deep inside her.