Chapter 2055: 2055
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"Mm…"
Clara's hands ran through Dyon's hair. Despite the near indestructible nature of their strands, they were soft beyond compare. She basked in it… the feeling of bringing his head so close to hers that they could almost melt into one another, the feeling of the deep, strong valleys and peaks of his broad back, the feeling of his warmth… It had been too long.
Dyon had come to tease her while she was working in the Soul Palace's office, trying to get some matters related to the Association in order, but somehow their playfighting had turned into a make out session that had already lasted several hours. Starting such a thing when both were cultivators who had no need to breathe for extended periods of time was most definitely a dangerous affair.
Yet, as though he was teasing her, and though his hands wantonly roamed her perfect figure, Dyon hadn't taken off a single article of her clothing. If it wasn't for the spear threatening to rip through the fabric of both his and her lower garments, she would almost be afraid that she wasn't attractive anymore.
She sat on the edge of her desk, her t.h.i.g.hs tightly clamping around Dyon's h.i.p.s as though to invite him in, but his lack of action left her feeling frustrated. Maybe it would make sense if he was running low on time, but he had already been kissing her for almost three hours, would a person low on time do such a thing?
Her plump bottom scooted forward, ramming into the protruding rod below Dyon's waist. But, before she could do anything else, she blushed in shame. Though she tried to hide it, how could it escape Dyon's senses?
The sound the desk and the bottom of her dress made as she slid forward sounded decidedly… moist.
"You heard nothing!" Clara bit Dyon's bottom lip so hard that she would have drawn blood if not for the fact his body had entered the dao realm.
Looking into her ruby eyes, Dyon blinked innocently. "I have no idea what you mean…"
Just when Clara thought Dyon was going to be tactful for once, he smiled a devious smile.
"… By the way, Lady Sacharro, did you accidentally spill some water? No… It must be some exotic juices. Your desk, I must say, smells very good."
Clara's small fist slammed against his c.h.e.s.t before quickly hiding her embarrassed expression in Dyon's collarbone. She quickly found her position to be quite relaxing, especially because of Dyon's cinnamon and pine scent.
Because she was a celestial, much of the mortal impurities had long been washed from Clara's body. Her body wasn't capable of producing a foul smell even if she tried. So, she could only admit that Dyon was right… The smell really was too… fragrant.
"This is your fault." She mumbled. "Now I'll have to replace my dress. Aren't you supposed to be the Ruler of 131 universes? Do you have time to tease your wife like this?"
Dyon smiled, taking a lock of Clara's hair and sniffing lightly. He felt that his entire body was comfortable. Spirit bodies reached a realm of perfection most humans could not, so of course Clara had such an effect with both her wind and fire spirit bodies.
"Of course!" Dyon said confidently. "I'll always have time."
Clara shook her head, relaxing her t.h.i.g.hs' grip on Dyon's h.i.p.s as her fire will vanquished her 'fragrant juices' to another realm. In fact, it took her dress and u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts along with it, but the beautiful sight of her perfect body vanished in an instant as she used an array to form a new dress.
It was actually quite impressive. Despite having her true constitution for less than a year, Clara had already charged all the way up to the 8th Fire Intent Realm. And that was without relying on Dyon for dual cultivation and wasting four months watching Dyon fight. Those with Fire Spirit Bodies were truly unmatched in this vein.
This wasn't all either, her cultivation speed had reached another level. Just about a year ago she was still a first stage celestial, now she was on the verge of entering the fourth stage.
Interestingly enough, this was accounting for her slowing herself down as well. After knowing the truth of her qi talent, Clara was taking the time to diligently train her body to have it catch up. Only then could she display her true strength.
Dyon pouted. "Hours of hard work gone…"
"F.u.c.k off…" Clara almost growled, clearly s.e.x.u.a.lly frustrated. But her pouting expression only made Dyon's grin widen.
"Did you really only come here to frustrate me? I have work to do, you know."
"I can't check on my wife without any ulterior motives? What kind of man do you think I am?"
Clara glared at him.
"Okay, okay. I just wanted to tell you that a few researchers have big projects I've set them on, so it's fine to allocate some more funds to them."
Clara frowned. "With the explosion in the population and the hundreds of renovations we have to do across 98 universes, even the 30 universes worth of resources is being pushed to its limit. At this rate, we'll be broke in half a millennium."
Dyon grinned. "Look at you, worrying about something that will happen 500 years later. Plus, with 98 universes come 98 more universes worth of resources. It won't be a problem with Researcher Ton's maps."
"How much more?" Clara rolled her eyes, not responding directly.
"Triple their budgets."
Black lines began to form on Clara's forehead, but in the end, she sighed.
"Come f.u.c.k me, pervert. I'm not doing any work until I'm satisfied."
Somehow, Dyon found he quite liked Clara's vulgar language. His clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye as he stood at attention.
A man ready to accomplish his solemn duty.
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"Mm…"
Clara's hands ran through Dyon's hair. Despite the near indestructible nature of their strands, they were soft beyond compare. She basked in it… the feeling of bringing his head so close to hers that they could almost melt into one another, the feeling of the deep, strong valleys and peaks of his broad back, the feeling of his warmth… It had been too long.
Dyon had come to tease her while she was working in the Soul Palace's office, trying to get some matters related to the Association in order, but somehow their playfighting had turned into a make out session that had already lasted several hours. Starting such a thing when both were cultivators who had no need to breathe for extended periods of time was most definitely a dangerous affair.
Yet, as though he was teasing her, and though his hands wantonly roamed her perfect figure, Dyon hadn't taken off a single article of her clothing. If it wasn't for the spear threatening to rip through the fabric of both his and her lower garments, she would almost be afraid that she wasn't attractive anymore.
She sat on the edge of her desk, her t.h.i.g.hs tightly clamping around Dyon's h.i.p.s as though to invite him in, but his lack of action left her feeling frustrated. Maybe it would make sense if he was running low on time, but he had already been kissing her for almost three hours, would a person low on time do such a thing?
Her plump bottom scooted forward, ramming into the protruding rod below Dyon's waist. But, before she could do anything else, she blushed in shame. Though she tried to hide it, how could it escape Dyon's senses?
The sound the desk and the bottom of her dress made as she slid forward sounded decidedly… moist.
"You heard nothing!" Clara bit Dyon's bottom lip so hard that she would have drawn blood if not for the fact his body had entered the dao realm.
Looking into her ruby eyes, Dyon blinked innocently. "I have no idea what you mean…"
Just when Clara thought Dyon was going to be tactful for once, he smiled a devious smile.
"… By the way, Lady Sacharro, did you accidentally spill some water? No… It must be some exotic juices. Your desk, I must say, smells very good."
Clara's small fist slammed against his c.h.e.s.t before quickly hiding her embarrassed expression in Dyon's collarbone. She quickly found her position to be quite relaxing, especially because of Dyon's cinnamon and pine scent.
Because she was a celestial, much of the mortal impurities had long been washed from Clara's body. Her body wasn't capable of producing a foul smell even if she tried. So, she could only admit that Dyon was right… The smell really was too… fragrant.
"This is your fault." She mumbled. "Now I'll have to replace my dress. Aren't you supposed to be the Ruler of 131 universes? Do you have time to tease your wife like this?"
Dyon smiled, taking a lock of Clara's hair and sniffing lightly. He felt that his entire body was comfortable. Spirit bodies reached a realm of perfection most humans could not, so of course Clara had such an effect with both her wind and fire spirit bodies.
"Of course!" Dyon said confidently. "I'll always have time."
Clara shook her head, relaxing her t.h.i.g.hs' grip on Dyon's h.i.p.s as her fire will vanquished her 'fragrant juices' to another realm. In fact, it took her dress and u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts along with it, but the beautiful sight of her perfect body vanished in an instant as she used an array to form a new dress.
It was actually quite impressive. Despite having her true constitution for less than a year, Clara had already charged all the way up to the 8th Fire Intent Realm. And that was without relying on Dyon for dual cultivation and wasting four months watching Dyon fight. Those with Fire Spirit Bodies were truly unmatched in this vein.
This wasn't all either, her cultivation speed had reached another level. Just about a year ago she was still a first stage celestial, now she was on the verge of entering the fourth stage.
Interestingly enough, this was accounting for her slowing herself down as well. After knowing the truth of her qi talent, Clara was taking the time to diligently train her body to have it catch up. Only then could she display her true strength.
Dyon pouted. "Hours of hard work gone…"
"F.u.c.k off…" Clara almost growled, clearly s.e.x.u.a.lly frustrated. But her pouting expression only made Dyon's grin widen.
"Did you really only come here to frustrate me? I have work to do, you know."
"I can't check on my wife without any ulterior motives? What kind of man do you think I am?"
Clara glared at him.
"Okay, okay. I just wanted to tell you that a few researchers have big projects I've set them on, so it's fine to allocate some more funds to them."
Clara frowned. "With the explosion in the population and the hundreds of renovations we have to do across 98 universes, even the 30 universes worth of resources is being pushed to its limit. At this rate, we'll be broke in half a millennium."
Dyon grinned. "Look at you, worrying about something that will happen 500 years later. Plus, with 98 universes come 98 more universes worth of resources. It won't be a problem with Researcher Ton's maps."
"How much more?" Clara rolled her eyes, not responding directly.
"Triple their budgets."
Black lines began to form on Clara's forehead, but in the end, she sighed.
"Come f.u.c.k me, pervert. I'm not doing any work until I'm satisfied."
Somehow, Dyon found he quite liked Clara's vulgar language. His clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye as he stood at attention.
A man ready to accomplish his solemn duty.
"Mm" Clara's hands ran through Dyon's hair. Despite the near indestructible nature of their strands, they were soft beyond compare. She basked in it the feeling of bringing his head so close to hers that they could almost melt into one another, the feeling of the deep, strong valleys and peaks of his broad back, the feeling of his warmth It had been too long. Dyon had come to tease her while she was working in the Soul Palace's office, trying to get some matters related to the Association in order, but somehow their playfighting had turned into a make out session that had already lasted several hours. Starting such a thing when both were cultivators who had no need to breathe for extended periods of time was most definitely a dangerous affair. Yet, as though he was teasing her, and though his hands wantonly roamed her perfect figure, Dyon hadn't taken off a single article of her clothing. If it wasn't for the spear threatening to rip through the fabric of both his and her lower garments, she would almost be afraid that she wasn't attractive anymore. She sat on the edge of her desk, her t.h.i.g.hs tightly clamping around Dyon's h.i.p.s as though to invite him in, but his lack of action left her feeling frustrated. Maybe it would make sense if he was running low on time, but he had already been kissing her for almost three hours, would a person low on time do such a thing? Her plump bottom scooted forward, ramming into the protruding rod below Dyon's waist. But, before she could do anything else, she blushed in shame. Though she tried to hide it, how could it escape Dyon's senses? The sound the desk and the bottom of her dress made as she slid forward sounded decidedly moist. "You heard nothing!" Clara bit Dyon's bottom lip so hard that she would have drawn blood if not for the fact his body had entered the dao realm. Looking into her ruby eyes, Dyon blinked innocently. "I have no idea what you mean" Just when Clara thought Dyon was going to be tactful for once, he smiled a devious smile. " By the way, Lady Sacharro, did you accidentally spill some water? No It must be some exotic juices. Your desk, I must say, smells very good." Clara's small fist slammed against his c.h.e.s.t before quickly hiding her embarrassed expression in Dyon's collarbone. She quickly found her position to be quite relaxing, especially because of Dyon's cinnamon and pine scent. Because she was a celestial, much of the mortal impurities had long been washed from Clara's body. Her body wasn't capable of producing a foul smell even if she tried. So, she could only admit that Dyon was right The smell really was too fragrant. "This is your fault." She mumbled. "Now I'll have to replace my dress. Aren't you supposed to be the Ruler of 131 universes? Do you have time to tease your wife like this?" Dyon smiled, taking a lock of Clara's hair and sniffing lightly. He felt that his entire body was comfortable. Spirit bodies reached a realm of perfection most humans could not, so of course Clara had such an effect with both her wind and fire spirit bodies. "Of course!" Dyon said confidently. "I'll always have time." Clara shook her head, relaxing her t.h.i.g.hs' grip on Dyon's h.i.p.s as her fire will vanquished her 'fragrant juices' to another realm. In fact, it took her dress and u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts along with it, but the beautiful sight of her perfect body vanished in an instant as she used an array to form a new dress. It was actually quite impressive. Despite having her true constitution for less than a year, Clara had already charged all the way up to the 8th Fire Intent Realm. And that was without relying on Dyon for dual cultivation and wasting four months watching Dyon fight. Those with Fire Spirit Bodies were truly unmatched in this vein. This wasn't all either, her cultivation speed had reached another level. Just about a year ago she was still a first stage celestial, now she was on the verge of entering the fourth stage. Interestingly enough, this was accounting for her slowing herself down as well. After knowing the truth of her qi talent, Clara was taking the time to diligently train her body to have it catch up. Only then could she display her true strength. Dyon pouted. "Hours of hard work gone" "F.u.c.k off" Clara almost growled, clearly s.e.x.u.a.lly frustrated. But her pouting expression only made Dyon's grin widen. "Did you really only come here to frustrate me? I have work to do, you know." "I can't check on my wife without any ulterior motives? What kind of man do you think I am?" Clara glared at him. "Okay, okay. I just wanted to tell you that a few researchers have big projects I've set them on, so it's fine to allocate some more funds to them." Clara frowned. "With the explosion in the population and the hundreds of renovations we have to do across 98 universes, even the 30 universes worth of resources is being pushed to its limit. At this rate, we'll be broke in half a millennium." Dyon grinned. "Look at you, worrying about something that will happen 500 years later. Plus, with 98 universes come 98 more universes worth of resources. It won't be a problem with Researcher Ton's maps." "How much more?" Clara rolled her eyes, not responding directly. "Triple their budgets." Black lines began to form on Clara's forehead, but in the end, she sighed. "Come f.u.c.k me, pervert. I'm not doing any work until I'm satisfied." Somehow, Dyon found he quite liked Clara's vulgar language. His clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye as he stood at attention. A man ready to accomplish his solemn duty.
