It took them quite some time to finally return home after their enjoyable shopping date. Emily was all smiles, practically glowing with happiness, and Shin found himself naturally blending into her cheerful energy, a relaxed smile lingering on his face as well.
Once they reached home, Shin retreated to his room to rest for a bit.
After freshening up, he sat on the edge of his bed and began thinking about how to spend the rest of his afternoon. His mind quickly turned to training. He wanted to become stronger as fast as possible. His goal was nothing short of reaching the Divine level.
He spent a good while brainstorming, but he couldn't come up with a proper training plan.
He only knew the basics — practicing his spells and doing some physical workout exercises. Everything else felt unclear.
'In that case, it's best to ask the strongest person I know…' Shin thought.
Elara, his mother and the strongest Duchess in the entire Empire, would undoubtedly be the best person to guide his training.
Just as he was organizing his thoughts, something else clicked in his mind.
"System," he called out internally, 'I should have received two rewards by now, right? Both Mira and Emily are heroines, and I've already bonded with them. So where are my rewards? You didn't forget them, did you?'
[Rest assured, Host. Your rewards will not be taken away or forgotten. It's simply that you have not yet consummated your marriage with them.]
'DAMN IT…'
Shin's expression stiffened.
'That damn Goddess's condition… I can't even enjoy myself properly, and now I have to wait another four years just to claim my guaranteed rewards? This is truly unfair.'
He let out a long, frustrated sigh and fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling with a mix of irritation and helplessness.
[You can also obtain your rewards by finding a Son of Heaven and defeating him in his own game.]
Shin's eyes lit up for a moment before narrowing again. Finding a protagonist type person was difficult for now and he didn't know how to deal with any of them when doesn't even know who they really are.
'At least give me a starting bonus pack for now, please… System.'
[Ding!]
[System Shop]
[Adaptation: A rare, high-tier ability that allows the user to evolve in response to any form of stimulus. Whether in combat, magic, or knowledge, the user continuously adjusts, learns, and improves at an accelerated rate. The more hostile or complex the environment, the faster the growth.]
[Cost: 1,000,000 SP]
[SPECIAL 90% STARTING BONUS DISCOUNT!]
[Cost: 100,000 SP]
Shin stared at the screen with a deadpan expression.
'It feels like I walked into a supermarket and they inflated the price just so they could slap on a "heavy discount" tag and call it a deal…'
He sighed again.
'Well… whatever. It's still a really good ability, especially to start my training with Mother. I remember she's always been a brutal trainer. I wonder where exactly she learned to train people like that…'
[Ding!]
[Purchase successful!]
[Congratulations Host! You have obtained your first new ability — Adaptation!]
Shin raised an eyebrow at the notification.
'Hey System, is it just me or are you sounding a lot more cheerful today than yesterday?'
He clearly remembered the System having a calm, almost monotone female voice yesterday. Today, however, it felt noticeably brighter and more energetic.
When the System gave no reply, Shin simply shrugged and dropped the topic.
He stood up from his bed and headed toward his mother's room. On the way, a passing maid politely informed him that Duchess Elara had returned home just an hour ago.
One of the wonderful — and slightly puzzling — things about the Silverheart household was that there were almost no male workers inside the mansion. Except for the guards stationed at the front gate, every single task was handled exclusively by maids.
Cleaning, laundry, heavy lifting, manual labor — everything was done by them. And they performed their duties with astonishing speed, perfection, and meticulous care.
More noticeably… every single one of them was incredibly sexy.
The maids who worked inside the mansion wore classic, highly seductive maid outfits. These dresses featured short frilly skirts that barely reached mid-thigh, deep cleavage-revealing tops with tight corset waists, sheer black stockings with garter belts, and white aprons that somehow made the whole look even more provocative. The outfits left very little to the imagination and were clearly designed to please the eyes of the family members.
In contrast, the maids who worked outside the manor or greeted guests wore more regal, elegant versions. These dresses were still tightly tailored to perfectly accentuate their voluptuous figures — hugging their heavy breasts, narrow waists, and wide, fertile hips — but covered far more skin. The refined outfits gave them a graceful, high-class appearance while still radiating subtle sensuality for the outside world.
This sharp difference was deliberate: the lewd, skimpy maid outfits were reserved exclusively for the eyes of the Silverheart family members.
As Shin walked through the halls, watching the inner maids sway their hips and bounce with every movement, he couldn't help but feel a stir of heat in his groin.
'Why the hell is it set up like this…?' he thought, his gaze lingering on a particularly curvaceous maid who was dusting a shelf on her tiptoes, her short skirt riding up dangerously high. 'It's one of the many mysteries of this household I still need to solve in my free time.'
When Shin arrived at his mother's room, he knocked a few times. Hearing no response, he simply opened the door and walked in without hesitation. After all, this was his mother's room — he had every right to enter whenever he wanted. Right?
Inside, the elegant master bedroom was filled with framed pictures. Many showed him and his two sisters, but Shin's photos were noticeably more numerous. Some were recent, others from when he was younger. He glanced at them briefly but didn't think much of it and continued forward.
Just then, the bathroom door clicked open.
Elara stepped out, fresh from her bath. A single white towel was wrapped around her body, barely containing her voluptuous figure. The soft fabric clung tightly to her damp skin, accentuating every dangerous curve.
Her massive, heavy breasts strained against the towel, creating a deep, inviting valley of cleavage that glistened with droplets of water. The towel ended high on her thick, creamy thighs, threatening to slip with every step she took. Her long, wet silver hair cascaded down her back and over one shoulder, a few strands sticking sensually to her neck and collarbone. Her piercing ruby-red eyes softened the moment they landed on Shin.
For a brief moment, Shin forgot she was his mother. His gaze traced her body hungrily — from the elegant lines of her neck, down to the generous swell of her chest, and along the seductive curve of her waist and hips.
"Shin, my child~" Elara's voice came out warm and delighted. A gentle, loving smile bloomed on her lips as she saw her son standing there.
Without any hesitation, she walked straight toward him, her hips swaying naturally. Instead of pulling the towel tighter, she let it cling loosely to her body. As soon as she reached him, Elara wrapped her arms around Shin's neck and pulled him into a tight, affectionate embrace, pressing her soft, warm, towel-clad body firmly against him.
Shin instinctively rested his head on her ample, pillowy bosom, the damp towel doing little to hide the incredible softness and warmth beneath. His arms naturally wrapped around her narrow waist, pulling her even closer as his fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her lower back.
"Mother… I wanted to ask you something," he murmured, voice slightly muffled against her chest. "I want to start serious training. I need to get stronger quickly… and I want you to train me personally."
Elara let out a soft, pleased hum. Her fingers gently caressed his hair, then trailed down the back of his neck in slow, loving strokes. She hugged him tighter, deliberately pressing her breasts more firmly against his face while her other hand lovingly rubbed his back.
"Of course, my precious boy," she whispered tenderly, her voice dripping with maternal affection and something deeper. "I'll train you myself. As hard as you want… as long as you want. Mommy will take very good care of you."
She nuzzled her cheek against the top of his head, keeping him buried comfortably in her soft, warm cleavage while continuing to spoil him with slow, loving strokes along his back and sides. Her clingy embrace was full of doting affection, yet carried an unmistakable undertone of deep, possessive warmth.
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