Ri stood silently, looking off into the dark night sky. She was currently on the edge of a long, luxurious balcony of Soul Palace, her thoughts drifting off toward the bright moon.

She was slightly startled when she felt two strong arms wrap about her slim waist, but smiled in the end, leaning back and into a tall, sturdy frame.

“He should be back soon.” Dyon said softly.

“… It’s been almost a century… Mother misses him a lot.” Ri responded.

Of the Supremes of his Mortal Empire, his mother-in-law had long since become one. Of course, as a newly born Celestial Fox, she didn’t have to undergo a tribulation, so no one was certain what level of baptism she received, but Dyon was quite sure that she too received the pinnacle only available to those who climbed 9999 steps.

“He resolved in his heart to do this. Though it may be a nice thought for him to stay behind all of this time, those insecure feelings would have festered for a long while. In the end, he may have done something even worse than Delia’s father had for the sake of power. This was the far better choice.”

Ri and Dyon still remembered the story of Delia’s father and her mother. In order to cultivate his ice will to the 9th intent realm, he had coldly watched as his wife married another man and almost sat back even as his wife and daughter were about to be killed before him.

Ri’s own father likely hadn’t been far from this sort of masochistic ending.

He had abandoned his Kingdom for the sake of saving his wife, only to come back and find that what he was tasked to protect was saved by a human boy who swept his daughter off her feet.

Then, following this, this same human boy allowed his wife to break the shackles of her bloodline and leave with a level of talent he could never hope to match.

What could he do at that point? Could he rely on Dyon again to catch up to his wife? To his daughter?

His pride simply couldn’t allow him to do so. He knew he had committed wrongs in the past, but he didn’t want others to fix it for him. He wanted to do it under his own power, to prove why it was him the Elvin Ancestors chose to rule their Clans.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a century had passed since he resolved himself. Dyon knew that he was safe because all he had to do was ask his grand teacher, but that didn’t ease the worry his wife and daughter felt for him.

“You’re right…” Ri nodded. “… But when he comes back, I’ll chain his feet to mother’s! We’ll see if he dares run away again!”

Dyon and Ri burst into a fit of laughter that descended into a deep kiss. Who knows when Ri turned around and planted her soft lips on his? At least Dyon didn’t have the mind to care.

Dyon’s hands couldn’t help but firmly grasp her pert bottom, wantonly kneading them in his hands as though he wanted to forever soak the feeling into his palms.

Ri’s small tongue invaded his lips, falling into his embrace and allowing him to do as he pleased.

Suddenly, a spatial rift opened right beside the couple. But, despite the situation, they didn’t seem surprised.

The culprit didn’t even speak any words, just directly pouncing on Dyon from the side.

Dyon chuckled, wrapping his arm around culprit’s waist as well. Except unlike as he had done for Ri, he pinched her bottom firmly, following with a smack that resounded through the air and made the beauty shiver with pain and excitement. Dyon couldn’t help but relish in the rebounding elasticity.

Luna’s repressed sex drive had surged to ridiculous heights in the last few decades. In the first few years after Dyon accepted her, she remained reserved, doing her best to ingratiate herself with Madeleine, Ri, Clara and Amphorae.

However, after she finally succeeded in making them a harmonious family and allowed Dyon to bed her, all of the emotions she had repressed for so long game gushing forth. Just like that, the masochistic sex-fiend Luna was back.

Though she didn’t do it every time, it wasn’t rare for her to sense when Dyon and one of his other wives were about to get… intimate. If she was free at the time, she wouldn’t hesitate to join in. So, it was only right that Dyon and Ri weren’t surprised.

Dyon’s hands lifted up the edges of Luna’s dress, sliding his fingers down her panty covered nether regions.

However, Luna seemed more interested in Ri’s body despite the fact her breathing quickened. Even as Dyon’s lips assaulted Ri once more, Luna’s evil slender fingers crept up Ri’s gown and toward her treasured place. Dyon knew immediately that Luna had slipped in the moment a gasp-like moan escaped Ri between panting breaths.

Ri’s small hands ran over Dyon’s crotch, reveling in the intense heat as the threesome fell into the throes of passion.

It became quite a heated night, indeed.