In the serene courtyard of the Zinger Family's clinic house, Zephyr stepped out of the suite room, his face radiant with vigor and joy. Life felt idyllic, a perfect harmony of love and contentment. Behind him, Sun Elaine followed, her translucent white silk pajamas—a soft contrast to the golden gown she wore the previous day—clinging gently to her divine figure, catching the morning light.
Zephyr wandered to the kitchen, humming as he prepared breakfast. Soon, he emerged with a tray bearing steaming hot cocoa, buttered bread, grilled eggs, and roasted tomatoes, the aromas mingling in the crisp air. Smiling warmly, he crossed the courtyard, his eyes fixed on his beloved immortal fairy wife.
Under the golden morning sun, Sun Elaine was a vision of otherworldly grace, practicing a powerful footwork art. She moved with blinding speed, her divine sword slashing through the air in precise, fluid arcs. A fierce crimson aura, laced with an overwhelming scent of blood, radiated from her blurring form, a testament to her strength as a sword path cultivator. The serene courtyard seemed to pulse with her energy, transforming into a stage for her divine dance.
Zephyr, a mortal unable to cultivate, knew little of the Vermithys world's mystical intricacies. Sun Elaine had explained that the cultivation system in this world comprised ten realms. Mortals could ascend to the First Layer of the Dao Lord Realm by mastering a divine technique, progressing through Nine Layers to become a Dao Lord Emperor. Beyond that, only legendary tales spoke of the mightiest gods king—the They-Above-All Overlords, or TAA Overlords, whose power transcended comprehension.
At the Fourth Layer of the Dao Lord Realm, Sun Elaine had surpassed mortal limitations, her cultivation focused on forging a robust body and soul foundation. Each movement she made in the courtyard was a step toward greater mastery, her presence both awe-inspiring and humbling to Zephyr.
Pausing to watch her, Zephyr set the breakfast tray on a stone table, his heart swelling with pride and love. The contrast between his simple domesticity and her divine prowess only deepened his adoration for the goddess who shared his life.
Every morning was Sun Elaine's cultivation time, a sacred ritual that showcased her divine prowess. To Zephyr, the peerless beauty before him was more than a goddess, immortal fairy, or divine being from legend—she was his entire world. Her beauty defied words, as if the term "peerless" was crafted solely to describe her.
Completing a full cycle of her divine sword art, Sun Elaine sheathed her artifact sword with a crisp cling, the sound echoing in the serene courtyard. Her stunning face radiated serene composure, her otherworldly heroic aura shimmering like a celestial beacon. Her graceful, curvaceous figure stood beneath a towering tree, her crimson aura swirling the fallen leaves around her in a gentle breeze, as if she might ascend to the heavens and claim her place as a new deity at any moment.
The overwhelming presence of the goddess nearly compelled Zephyr to kneel at her feet, awestruck by her power. Yet, when Sun Elaine turned her gaze to him, her eyes softened with tenderness and love. "Husband-chan, am I beautiful?" she asked, her voice a melodic whisper.
Zephyr's heart swelled. "How could my beloved immortal fairy not be beautiful? You're truly the most radiant goddess in all of Vermithys," he thought, barely containing his awe. Setting the breakfast tray—laden with hot cocoa, buttered bread, grilled eggs, and roasted tomatoes—on the courtyard table, he tried to mask his flushed cheeks with a playful, commanding tone. "Come here and let the husband-chan fuck you!"
Sun Elaine smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Tsk, your balls reloaded already?" she teased, taking a graceful step forward and settling onto his lap. Their bodies pressed close, the air filled with the intimate fragrance of each other's presence, a blend of her divine lotus scent and his mortal earthy warmth.
The young couple embraced, feeding each other breakfast bites mouth-to-mouth, their laughter mingling with soft kisses. Zephyr, emboldened by their closeness, ventured, "Hey, honey, how about you have sex with Fat Bull again today…?"
"Hmph, pervert," Sun Elaine huffed, turning her face away with a mock pout. The previous night, she had delved into Zephyr's mind through her divine art, glimpsing the tomes of his deepest thoughts. Yet, his cuckold fetish remained an enigma to her, sparking both curiosity and unease. She had pressed him repeatedly to explain it, seeking to understand the desires that stirred him.
Elaine's expression shifted to one of sudden seriousness as she leaned closer, her flawless face inches from his. "If you ever dare dislike me, Zep, I… I don't know what I'd do. I might die," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Despite her divine power, her insecurity about his unconventional desires lingered, a crack in her celestial confidence.
Zephyr gazed at the gorgeous being before him, his heart aching with love. He knew her fears were real, her devotion to him absolute. Pulling her closer, he vowed silently to cherish her forever, his mortal heart bound to her immortal soul.
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Fifteen years ago, Balfton City.
the entire kingdom of Balfton Dynasty was besieged by a relentless deluge, a cataclysm that transformed the country into a watery wasteland. Torrential rains poured from the heavens, swelling the nation's mighty river into a rampaging beast, its waters churning like a wrathful yellow dragon. The river tore through mountains, shattered dams, and ravaged fields, swallowing homes and lives in its merciless wake. Villages were reduced to muddy ruins, and the cries of the displaced echoed beneath the storm's unyielding roar. The world seemed to drown under the weight of the flood, as if the gods themselves had turned their backs on the land.
In the midst of this chaos, a five-year-old boy huddled inside a shattered carriage, his small frame trembling with cold and fear. Blood and mud caked his face, streaking down from a gash on his forehead, though the pain barely registered in his dazed state. The carriage, once a sturdy vessel carrying his family through the storm, lay in splintered ruins, crushed by a massive rock that had slid down the mountainside. Moments earlier, the horse pulling them had been pulverized under the impact, its lifeless body a grim testament to the disaster. The boy's grandfather, a kind-hearted old man with weathered hands and a gentle smile, had shielded him, wrapping him tightly in his arms to protect him from the wreckage. But now, the old man's chest was still, his eyes closed forever, his warmth fading into the cold embrace of death. The boy wanted to wail, to scream for his grandfather to wake, but all that escaped his throat were choked sobs, swallowed by the storm's cacophony. In a fleeting, horrifying moment, he had watched his parents vanish into the roaring river, their desperate attempts to save his younger siblings consumed by the churning waters. They never resurfaced, leaving him with a hollow ache he couldn't name but felt in every fiber of his being—loneliness, cold, hunger, and an agony that no child should bear.
The rain showed no mercy, pounding the earth as a wave of muddy floodwater surged from the mountain, slamming into the wreckage of the carriage. The force sent it hurtling toward a cliff, the world tilting into a blur of destruction. The boy's small hands clung to his grandfather's lifeless form, his mind numb with terror as the carriage plummeted. With a sickening thud, it crashed onto the jagged rocks below, splintering into fragments. Yet, against all odds, the boy survived, his tiny fingers instinctively grasping the gnarled branches of a strange, twisted tree jutting from the cliffside. A primal survival instinct erupted within him, overriding his despair. His body moved of its own accord, clutching the branches with a strength he didn't know he possessed, as if some unseen force refused to let him perish.