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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
With her body securely in his embrace, the young man was now sitting a bit straighter to make sure the redhead was sitting comfortably.
With a playful grin that did not seem to leave his face when he dealt with the three female Mikahilovs, he asked.
"Can a child do that?"
Before she could understand what he meant, the curvy woman felt a big hand gently cupping her face before gently turning it to the left.
Then, she suddenly sensed another pair of strong but smooth lips touching her own.
Although the kiss was relatively light, with no tongue in sight, the unexpected action made the older woman's mind go blank for a few seconds.
Despite having been kissed numerous times since they confirmed their relationship, she was still not used to it, always getting absentminded.
Was it because of his taste, his touch or even the loving gaze he threw at her when his face grew closer to her own?
She could not tell exactly, though she had all the time in the world to figure it out, and she was determined to be thorough in her investigation, leaving no stone unturned and procuring as much data as she could.
For science!
As her consciousness started returning to normal, she sensed a sudden empty feeling on her lips, leaving only the phantom sensation of his lips behind.
Then, a warm breath blew in her ear, making her shiver slightly, followed by a few teasing words.
"See? How can a child make you feel this way?"
Feeling a mix of amusement, exasperation and more than a little lust, she retorted.
"You and your antics. I really don't know what to do with you."
Her words brought a few chuckles out of his mouth, the vibration of his laughter transmitting through his torso to her body, which created a strange sensation inside her.
"You could marry me for starters, bear me a child for second, and last, why don't you accompany me until the end of times or even beyond, to see what lies beyond this World, or even this entire Universe?"
Although those words may have sounded corny to someone else, his tone playful as if telling a joke, Adeliya knew they were his genuine feelings, something he had made sure she and her daughters understood for a few months now.
To say she was not touched would be a big fat lie.
After all, what did a woman want from her husband, aside from any material consideration?
Love, empathy, sometimes patience with her nonsense and genuine tenderness even when she told herself and others she did not need it.
Well, she could not speak for others, but those qualities were certainly something she was looking for in her man.
Did Demian meet those criteria?
It was more like going above and beyond, so much so that it almost felt like she was dreaming.
Questions like 'why is he treating me so well?' or 'Will he lose interest at one point?' came to her mind from time to time, though as soon as they did, she had learned to squash them instantly, along with the fear they brought to her heart.
Funny how being treated with respect and love could make one doubt reality, something the harsh world they lived in tended to induce in both men and women.
Hope was a fragile thing, and many people had theirs extinguished after going through too many painful experiences.
However, love had the knack for appearing when people expected it the least, only waiting for them to open themselves to the possibility.
In Liya's case, the 'possibility' came from her own nephew, if she could still consider him as such, since he had regained his past life's memories a few months ago.
Having lived thirty years in his last life and 18 in the current one, could she truly see him as the same person as the 'old' Demian?
In her eyes, from that day on, the changes to his personality had grown so great that calling him a different person would be more accurate.
Sure, the Soul was the same, the body was also her nephew, but if that was put aside, once she accepted the fact that both lives' memories merged, it had become difficult for her to see him as anything but a new person, a 'familiar' stranger.
Truly, Reincarnation was a mess that demanded one to shove aside many of one's own preconceived notions.
Well, in the redhead's case, Demian's constant care had done just that, and now, after weeks of his constant flirting and deliberate care, she found herself blushing like a young girl when listening to his love declaration.
'So embarrassing!'
She exclaimed inwardly, wondering how she could feel so attracted to the young man, subverting years of 'familial feelings' and turning it into some kind of romantic love and lust combo.
'Maybe it's just how charming he is...'
She wondered absentmindedly while Demian was enjoying the bashful expression on her face, through his Soul Sense due to their respective positions.
After a few seconds of silence and seeing the woman lost in her daydreams, he remarked.
"I'll be shameless and take that as a yes."
Those words pulled her out of her thoughts, prompting her to roll her eyes, a slight grin at the corner of her lips, before she replied.
"You got that right. Truly shameless."
The two chuckled together until Liya suddenly added.
"But to do that, we'd need to bond, wouldn't we?"
The question caught him by surprise, making him freeze momentarily before a wry smile appeared on his face, and he said.
"I walked into that one, didn't I?"
Nodding firmly while adjusting her posture on his body, her fleshy but rubbing a bit too fervently on his lower body as she said.
"You did. So? When do you plan on making good on your promise?"
Feeling the slight impatience in her tone, Demian knew he could not avoid the topic anymore and thus replied.
"I know what you think, but I truly intend to bond with you and Bryn. The only reason I waited until now is that I wanted to see if Sera's talent would reach Immortal-Grade, which would have forced us to get out of the Federation for her to go through her Tribulation. So, I thought about waiting for a few days and seeing how it goes."
Noting her eyes narrowing through his Soul Sense, he added.
"To be honest, if you didn't ask today, I'd probably have suggested it myself."
As something came to his mind, a playful smile graced his lips as he remarked.
"After all, I don't want to get murdered by my own wife-to-be because I didn't hold my promise to her, especially since that promise is all benefits with no drawbacks for me."
His words brought a smile to her face, alleviating some of her hidden worries, though she did not show it outwardly.
A second later, while basking in the sun with him, she asked the million-immortal-stones question.
"So, when do you want to do it? Bonding, I mean."
The fact that she felt the need to specify made him chuckle as he was once more reminded that the apple never fell far from the tree, with both mother and daughter having 'vivid' imaginations and strong urges.
Good thing his stamina was superhuman, or his life might have seriously been in danger, forcing him to 'ration' himself and thus passing on some incredibly exciting, but terribly perverted opportunities.
Thinking about her question for a few moments, he replied, his tone more of a question than an affirmation.
"How about tonight? It would fit the mood better, don't you think?"
Hearing his suggestive question, she slapped his muscular thigh, though she put no force behind it, before retorting.
"What 'fits the mood better'?! Can't you just talk like a normal person for once?!"
This time, it was his turn to roll his eyes as he commented.
"Aren't you the one pushing me to bond with you? Saying it as if you're some innocent nun..."
Shaking her head with a barely hidden guilty expression on her face, she said.
"So what? I'm just anxious to cultivate faster."
Well, it was the truth, though not necessarily the biggest reason.
Not anymore, at least.
With a teasing tone, he commented.
"If you say so, my dear and pure-minded Aunty."
Snorting, she replied, the red hue on her cheeks deepening.
"Such a disobedient nephew. Just stop talking and be my chair for a while. At least you won't say so much nonsense anymore."
Hearing her response and noting her reaction, Demian's lower body instantly turned into a rock pillar, barely held out by his somewhat tight pair of shorts, something that was impossible to ignore for the alluring woman, though her only reaction was to fit his fleshy 'pillar' between her two plump buttcheeks, with no word leaving her upper lips.
In his mind, a thought appeared.
'Damn, woman! Why do I feel like I won't be leaving my bed for a while after bonding with her...?'