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Behind a foggy screen, Dyon heard Saru's voice. Without even needing her to finish, he smacked his own forehead with a palm. Working quickly, he created numerous sets of undergarments for the two of them.
Lilith's assets were comparatively fuller, almost comparable to Madeleine. In fact, she was almost 6 feet tall, a height that outstripped his first wife completely. As for Saru, she was much more like Ri in stature, having a petite build and frame. 'I don't remember Lilith being so tall…' Dyon thought absentmindedly.
But, he didn't think much of it. He really hadn't paid much attention to Lilith at all in the last century. "Take these as well." Dyon casually created a few half-immortal pills. Now that he had fully comprehended the fundamental runes of the mortal plane, he was no longer restricted to creating grandmaster grade herbs as he had been in the past.
Even creating star grade herbs was no problem. So, conjuring half-immortal pills from thin air was a simple affair. Since he didn't want to bother with a pill tribulation currently, he purposely lowered his skill to refine them to just the top grade.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWords of thanks Dyon waved off soon after sounded. Though taking a bath was great, removing dirt from themselves was an easy affair. What Saru and Lilith were really worried about were the accumulated scars on their bodies.
It made sense for them to worry about such things. Even if Dyon had yet to acknowledge them, in their minds, he was already their husband. How could they not want to appear at their best?
Still, they couldn't help but feel shocked at the majesty of Dyon's pills. As for Dyon, his own shock came when the two beauties finally came into view a few hours later. ... Both women wore traditional Chinese kung fu skirts, a style Dyon was neither used to or expecting.
Of course, he had been the one to create these for them, but he had done so absentmindedly. He didn't even quite remember creating them, nor did he understand why he had. But, something about their current outfits made his heart pound.
Both had tight bindings around their torsos and waists, ending just below their chests and accentuating their curves. Delicate embroidered flowers danced across their neck line, the folds of their skirts wrapping around their legs as they stepped forward. Lilith's dress had a red top and black skirt, her binding a blemishless white.
As for Saru, though her bindings were also white, her dress was a sky blue that matched her deep eyes. Dyon didn't know what the odds were that he'd randomly create such a dress and that they would both choose to wear them, but he was far too lost in their beauty to think too deeply. "How beautiful." Dyon said with a smile. "Are you two feeling better?" Saru and Lilith blushed lightly. They hadn't shared much intimacy with Junior, if any at all.
Saru especially spent much more time with the real Dyon than with Junior. "Yes.." Their shy replies made Dyon feel heated for a moment, but he directly tempered down the feeling. It seemed that his male instincts were still riding high. In the last century, before he entered this place, he never spent too long without the company of at least one of his wives, barring the four horsemen trial.
Now, it had already been 60 years since he touched a woman, coupled with his inexplicable feelings toward these two, and it was a recipe for disaster. However, Dyon wasn't an animal. Just because he had these wants, didn't mean he couldn't control himself. "Dyon… If you want to… I don't mind." Saru's voice was as light as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings.
But, Dyon could still very clearly hear her, his cultivation was too deep. Dyon sighed. "Saru –" "You don't need to say so much." Saru cut Dyon off. "Whether you like it or not, Lilith's husband sacrificed himself for your sake. I left my family and waited for you for 60 years.
We already see you as our husband." Dyon choked on air, gazing dazedly toward Saru. The Saru he knew would never say these words. If it was Clara or Ri, he wouldn't be so surprised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Saru was like neither of them. Lilith was even more likely to say such a thing than Saru, but even Lilith felt like finding a rock to hide under currently. Saru herself felt her heart fluttering wildly even though she tried to boldly meet Dyon's gaze.
The truth was that these weren't her words at all. Rather, they were the words that Junior told her to say. Originally she hadn't wanted to, but Junior was right.
If she didn't say this, Dyon would never accept them. Even if he didn't drop down and say yes right here and now, the seed was already planted. It would nag and gnaw at the back of his mind until they finally moved his heart.
Dyon's expression flickered several times. She was right. Lilith's husband was now gone because of him, could he have her stay a widow for the rest of her life? 'Wait… Why is Lilith still a virgin…?' Dyon was speechless.
Could it be that Junior had planned to sacrifice himself for so long that he had chosen this path? The conflict made Dyon feel as though his chest would explode. Seeing him struggle like this, Saru immediately regretted her words, kicking herself inwardly.
To Saru, she had at least hoped this would be an easy choice. She was certain that Dyon's wives would accept both her and Lilith. When the truth of their past lives was known to them all, it would be even easier than it was now.
But she had neglected the fact that Dyon was completely unaware of this truth. And, even if he knew that his wives would be okay with it, he was still ridden with guilt. He felt that every time he made such a selfish decision, his wives accepted only because they couldn't bear to leave him.
This wasn't something he wanted to lean on. What kind of husband would he be if he did?