Author: I’ve read your many feedback about the Zhenwu arc. I agree with those of you who said it was a bit too long and the reason why some might’ve not enjoyed as much is because it was too alienated from the main storyline. I learned a very valuable lesson from it; future trials will be vastly different in their structure. Thank you for the many feedback and words of support. I’ll strive to improve as an author, as I always had from the very beginning of chapter 1.
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Although the primordials could gather information by pushing their foreheads against one another’s, the mothers wanted to hear the story from their beloved son’s lips. Therefore, Quinlan began telling his tale, his deep voice echoing as a soothing rumble in the quiet treehouse.
He started with the basics, how the Soul Records had deemed him overly reliant on his magical prowess.
“So, it dropped me into a world where magic and classes simply didn’t work,” he explained, “a place where I had to learn to fight with my bare hands and then cultivate my martial arts using a different combat system to what we’re used to. It didn’t rely on mana but a different energy called ‘qi,’ and it mostly bolstered one internally, unlike how mana tends to function.”
Mearie and Luminara listened intently, their heads tilted in sync. “Mmm, that makes sense,” Mearie hummed, tracing the line of his jaw with her finger lovingly. “I did notice that you love your Avatar of the Elements spells a bit too much and tend to over-rely on them, my love.”
Luminara nodded in agreement, a soft smile playing on her lips. So far, Quinlan’s journey seemed perfectly reasonable, a necessary tempering for their powerful son. The mothers had no issues.
“And as soon as I landed,” Quinlan continued the telling of his tale with his gaze drifting to the ceiling above, “I heard a girl screaming for help. Turns out, she was being chased by her wannabe rapist.”
He paused as a flicker of something unreadable appeared in his eyes. “I dealt with him, of course. Beheaded the little fucker. Even though he was much stronger than I as far as the world’s power scale was concerned, as I didn’t even know what qi was, my swordsmanship trained by my sexy samurai and my many life-or-death experiences was enough.”
A wave of warmth radiated from his mothers. “Oh, my brave Quinnie!” Luminara cooed, her hand sliding down his side, her fingers lightly caressing his hip. Mearie’s thigh brushed provocatively against his, a natural, instinctual movement of pride and affection. Their large, soft breasts shifted deliciously against his ribs as they leaned in, their faces alight with love and admiration for their son.
“You did well, protecting that poor girl,” Mearie purred, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, her lips soft and full.
“My strong, heroic boy!” Luminara peppered his chest with kisses, her touch feather-light and incredibly sensual. “Always the protector, my darling… Primordial Villain… Hmph! What a horrible naming sense, this creature has!” she whispered, her voice thick with adoration.
Their hands, still tracing patterns on his body, grew a little bolder, their fingers dipping into the shallow valleys of his muscles. They were utterly unconcerned with the inherent violence of his admission, only with his innate goodness in defending an innocent girl. Both mothers were perfectly aware of just how cruel the world was. There was no place for mercy, especially not for wannabe rapists.
Quinlan chuckled, savoring their unreserved praise and their unabashed physical affection. He loved basking in their overwhelming motherly pampering, he unapologetically did so without feeling an ounce of shame. There was a reason he managed to get back on his feet after experiencing the extreme trauma of the long Iris simulation. It was thanks to the grand affection these two turbo mommies showered him with.
He then continued, musing with a big grin, “She turned out to be quite the character, though… Just as smug and cheeky as my Ayame, if not more so.”
At that, both mothers giggled, a bright, melodic sound that filled the room. Their eyes, sparkling with delight, met over his chest.
“Oh, Quinnie, you always find the feisty ones… Your mothers are a bit concerned for you, truth be told…” Luminara teased, her voice a low purr as her hand slipped to his inner thigh, a playful squeeze that was pure maternal indulgence. Mearie, equally amused, buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath ghosting over his skin as she let out a contented sigh.
“Well, you know what they say about like attracting like,” Mearie murmured with a playful glint appearing in her eyes.
Hearing that, Quinlan couldn’t help but laugh, easily dismissing Miri’s little jab at his taste in women just as his gaze dropped to their rather grabby hands that were now roaming with delightful freedom across his chest, thighs, and stomach.
“You two were never exactly reserved to begin with,” he observed with a playful glint in his eyes, “but today you seem… extra needy.”
At that, Luminara cried out, her voice a theatrical wail. “You made the two of us very worried, Quinlan Elysiar! So we deserve it, just today! Consider it punishment…” She shifted, her soft breasts squishing deliciously against his side as she lifted her head to make her impassioned defense plea, sounding as if she were defending herself in front of a jury.
Mearie quickly chimed in, equally dramatic. “This trial was by far the longest as far as the time that passed in the primordial dimension is concerned! The Iris simulation might’ve been longer, but to us, that was a shorter time due to different time dilation!” She pouted adorably, her lower lip trembling just so, as if presenting irrefutable evidence to a skeptical jury. “You simply cannot deny us this, Quinnie! Or are you so heartless toward your loving mothers…?”
Quinlan let out another deep, rumbling chuckle, completely charmed by their exaggerated defense. It felt as if he just accused them of first-degree murder. So, with a resounding smack to each of their massive, soft butts, he made them yelp cutely in unison. “Far be it from me to complain,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I just made an observation, my overly animated pair of mothers.”
He then looked down, his gaze lingering on his rapidly growing penis. “And you can’t blame me either,” he added with a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “if I get excited when you’re being so handsy with your son, right? Or are you such hypocrites, mothers?”
Hearing his worry, both women dissolved into feminine laughter, their bodies shaking with mirth next to him. “Oh, Quinnie, you silly boy! So that’s what you were worried about…” Luminara gasped between giggles. “It’s just a natural biological reaction! You’re too young to control your urges, you’re like a little baby!”
“Our little baby! Don’t you worry your little head about such nonsense, Quinnie,” Mearie echoed, her hand instinctively patting his now fully erect member with a motherly, albeit utterly uninhibited, affection.
At that, Quinlan’s grin widened into a truly devilish one. Using the powerful hold he had on their yielding butts, he flipped them over with an easy strength, so both of his voluptuous mothers were now lying on top of his stomach instead of next to him, with their soft, curvy bodies molding perfectly into his. They let out another pair of cute yelps, surprised but not at all displeased.
“If I’m such a little baby…” Quinlan rumbled, his voice dropping to a husky growl, “then my mothers have been neglecting me all this time.”
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