Zephyr sat behind Sun Elaine, his fingers gliding gently through her raven-black hair, each strand shimmering like polished obsidian in the glow of flickering candles. The bronze mirror before them reflected her divine beauty—her flawless, porcelain-like skin, her golden pupils that held a serene intensity. Sun Elaine's eyes were closed, her expression one of tranquil contentment as she leaned into his touch, savoring the intimate ritual.
Suddenly, Sun Elaine's eyes snapped open, her serene composure shattering like fragile crystal. She whipped her head around, her flawless face a mixture of speechless embarrassment and shy indignation, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her golden gaze locked onto Zephyr with a glare that could pierce through mortal and immortal alike, though it was softened by the love that always lingered in her eyes. With a swift, playful pinch to his belly, she expressed her frustration, her delicate fingers delivering a sharp sting that made him wince. "Tsk! Little pervert!" she huffed, her voice a blend of exasperation and mock anger, though a hint of amusement danced beneath her words. "How could you even think such a thing, Zep-chan?!" Her elegant poise, honed by years of cultivation, contrasted adorably with her flustered demeanor, making Zephyr's heart skip a beat at the sight of his goddess wife so delightfully ruffled.
Zephyr grinned, feigning innocence with a sheepish shrug, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. Before him floating was the translucent system panel. It read:
[Soul Bind]
> Sun Elaine
> Age: 19
> Cultivation Stage: Fourth Layer Dao Lord Stage
> Martial Techniques: [True Spark Spirit Eyes], [Divine Spark Glazed Sword Art], [God Spark Shadow Footwork Art]
> Status:
Zephyr Zinger: Infatuated, deeply in love, yearning to capture Zephyr Zinger's every thought, her heart tethered to him at all times.
[New] Boomer Boner: Kind of attractive
> Personality: Envious, sword path cultivator, cleanliness enthusiast, elegant, intelligent, yet plagued by subtle insecurities.
[New] Unfaithful, Lustful
Zephyr's heart raced as he studied the panel, his mind buzzing with a mix of excitement and caution. He had been testing its limits, experimenting with subtle manipulations to spice up their marriage with his unconventional desires. His cuckold fetish—a secret he'd shared with Sun Elaine, though it puzzled her divine sensibilities—drove him to nudge her feelings, to see if she might willingly entertain thoughts of another man. Yet, Zephyr was adamant about preserving her autonomy. He didn't want to force her into actions against her will or rewrite her heart to love another.
The thrill of the cuckoldry play, for him, lay in her genuine choice, in the tantalizing possibility that she might indulge his fantasy out of love and curiosity, not compulsion.
"Hmph, you're lucky I'm so infatuated with you, baka Zep," The goddess murmured. Sun Elaine's pout deepened, her arms crossing over her chest, accentuating the graceful curves beneath her translucent silk dress. "Tsk, Zep-chan! Ewww, you really don't know how to cherish Elaine!" she chided, though her tone carried a playful edge, her golden eyes narrowing in mock reproach. She had sensed the shift in her thoughts, a fleeting flicker of attraction toward Boomer that felt alien yet intriguing, a whisper planted by Zephyr's manipulation of the soul bind.
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In the opulent courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Boomer Boner, the rotund and unrefined heir to the Boner lineage, prepared to depart, clutching a luxurious, intricately carved chest box that gleamed with gold filigree under the midday sun. His heavy footsteps echoed on the cobblestones, his mind consumed with thoughts of presenting the mysterious jade bracelets within to Sun Elaine, the divine fairy who haunted his dreams. Yet, before he could cross the threshold, an overwhelming divine pressure enveloped him, a force so potent it felt as if the air itself had turned to molten lead. His vision blurred, his obese frame seized by an unseen power that lifted him off the ground, suspending him in a moment of breathless terror. In the next heartbeat, the world spun, and he found himself yanked backward, dragged through the mansion's corridors with supernatural speed. When his senses returned, he was sprawled in a quiet corner of his lavish chamber suite, the air thick with an otherworldly presence that sent shivers down his spine.
As the blackout in his vision gradually faded, Boomer crumpled to the plush velvet carpet, his breath ragged, his heart pounding like a war drum. Blinking through the haze, he lifted his gaze and froze, his jaw dropping in awe and disbelief. There, seated on the edge of his extravagantly wide king-size bed, was Sun Elaine, her divine beauty a vision that eclipsed the grandeur of the chamber. She wore a shimmering gold lace gown that clung to her lithe form, accentuating her slender waist, full breasts, and voluptuous hips. The gown's delicate fabric cascaded over her curves, its slits revealing tantalizing glimpses of her moon-white skin. Her delicate eyebrows arched with regal poise, and her luminous golden black eyes, framed by long lashes, seemed to pierce through mortal souls with their allure. Her raven-black hair flowed like a silken waterfall, catching the sunlight that slipped through the window's lattice, casting a halo around her. She exuded an otherworldly elegance, a goddess descended from the heavens, her presence so commanding that the very room seemed to bow to her divine authority.
Boomer's initial fear dissolved into a surge of overwhelming joy, his obese body trembling with excitement. With a speed astonishing for his bulky frame, he scrambled across the carpet, his heavy limbs moving with an almost comical urgency as he knelt before her, his face mere inches from her gold-heeled feet. His expression was one of abject fawning, his eyes wide with adoration and desperation. "Fairy Sun, please forgive my rudeness and ignorance!" he stammered, his voice thick with reverence. "Mercy, your divine highness, I beg you!" He opened his mouth to plead further, but an invisible force sealed his lips, muting him as if the goddess herself had woven a spell to silence his groveling.
Sun Elaine, with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of the Vermithys world, extended one of her moon-white legs, crossing it over the other with deliberate elegance. The slit of her gown parted wider, revealing a generous expanse of her smooth, inviting thigh, the skin glowing with an ethereal sheen that captivated Boomer's gaze. Her gold high-heeled sandal, encrusted with tiny gemstones, shimmered in the sunlight. Yet, her expression was one of unmasked contempt, her eyes narrowing with a disgust that likened Boomer to a writhing maggot daring to approach her divine presence. The contrast between her inviting posture and her scornful gaze sent a thrill through Boomer, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire.
Driven by an insatiable hunger, Boomer crawled closer, his fat hands trembling as they reached for her delicate ankle, encased in sheer lace pantyhose that shimmered like spun moonlight. His fingers closed around her foot with a reverence bordering on worship, his touch firm yet cautious, as if handling a sacred relic. He pressed his lips to the toe of her high-heeled sandal, his tongue darting out to taste the cool leather, savoring it like the finest delicacy. The scent of her lotus perfume, mingled with the faint musk of her skin, intoxicated him, and he kissed her instep with fervent devotion, his oily, flushed face rubbing eagerly against her foot. The high heel, loosened by his enthusiastic ministrations, dangled precariously, threatening to slip off as he lavished her with attention, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
Boomer's infatuation deepened as he moved upward, his nose and tongue tracing a path from her ankle to her knee, the lace pantyhose a silken barrier that heightened his arousal. His fat hands fondled the delicate fabric, savoring its texture as he inhaled her divine fragrance, his senses overwhelmed by the goddess before him.
With a bold surge of desire, he grasped one of her moon-white thighs, pulling it firmly to his chest, his tongue lapping frantically at the soft flesh. The warmth of her skin, the curve of her leg, and the intoxicating scent of her presence drove him to a fevered pitch, his body trembling with need. Emboldened, he shifted, using his crotch to trap her bare foot—its high heel now dangling loosely—pressing himself against her in a desperate bid for closeness.
As his hands roamed higher, caressing the lace-wrapped curve of her thigh and inching toward her thick, inviting hips, Boomer let out a low, guttural growl, his body shuddering with anticipation. His waist straightened, and with a sudden, primal thrust, he pressed his thick, engorged member against her stocking-clad foot, the high heel slipping further as he sought to claim even this fleeting intimacy.