Chapter 308: Uncle
Richard smiled faintly and then kissed the woman on the lips.
At least she had sexy pink lips, even though her mouth often told lies.
It felt sweet, prompting Richard to press her firmly against him, then reach for her breasts and squeeze them tightly.
It turned out she wasn’t wearing a bra—and probably wasn’t wearing panties either.
Olivia’s eyes widened from the sensation. She seemed to be enjoying it, responding by tightening her embrace around Richard.
Richard’s tongue began to slip into her mouth and caress her soft tongue.
His other hand caressed her thigh.
After he broke the kiss, Olivia was panting.
"Little Brother," she said in a tipsy tone.
"It’s time for you to take off your clothes," Richard said, moving to the side and stopping his pressure against her body.
Olivia blushed at that.
"Do I have to do it myself?" she asked.
"What? Do you want me to help you? Don’t you just need to let your dress fall?" Richard replied.
He took off his own shirt after saying that, revealing his broad chest, which made Olivia stare.
She pursed her lips and finally got off the bed to stand up.
She reached for the left strap of her dress and slid it off her shoulder.
However, she then held it back so the right side of her dress wouldn’t fall. She let the left strap down first.
"Little Brother, how about you take off your pants first," said Olivia.
In response, Richard grabbed the woman’s dress and pulled it down.
It fell without her being able to stop it, and her naked body was fully exposed.
Tall, slender, yet sexy. And her pubic hair turned out to be pink, while her opening looked bright.
Richard pulled her toward him until her body fell into his embrace.
"It turns out you really are captivating," he said.
"Of course, how could your older sister not be captivating?" the woman replied in a flirtatious tone.
Although embarrassed, she clearly hadn’t lost her sense of self.
Richard caressed her breasts, kissed her white neck, before pushing her down onto the bed.
He even spread her long legs first.
The woman kept staring at Richard’s pants. His large member wasn’t fully hidden, as it was pushing his pants forward.
In front of her, Richard didn’t hesitate at all to take off his pants.
He had plenty of experience with sex, from Grace, the Red Star Empress, Lilith, and even the newly mature Carla.
"Little Brother, this won’t hurt, will it?" Olivia asked.
"Why, are you afraid it’ll hurt?" Richard replied, then hurriedly thrust his member into her love hole.
He didn’t try to be gentle at all.
"Ahhhh..." Olivia immediately moaned, her eyes wide with shock.
Richard was like a hungry lion, savagely devouring the woman.
What he enjoyed was making this woman suffer.
Even though she seemed to be enjoying it, there should be some suffering too when being fucked so roughly.
It wasn’t just an hour—Richard fucked her for two hours, until she was completely unable to even sit up.
She lay helplessly on the bed while Richard sat there calmly.
DING!
(Your Aether has increased from 300,000 to 350,000!)
[Aether: 350,000/500,000 <Tier 3>] +50,000
[Aether Accumulation: 635,000 <Tier 3>]
This notification was another increase of 50,000 Aether, just like before.
Richard couldn’t help but smile.
If this continued, then once he used the Skylight Grand Sovereign’s blood, his Aether would be completely full. No, it would probably stop at 499,999, since the final barrier couldn’t possibly be crossed so easily.
"Olivia, I’m going to cultivate. You can leave now," Richard said.
He wasn’t going to delay any longer. He only wanted to become stronger as quickly as possible.
"Little Brother, let me rest for a little while longer," Olivia replied in a complaining tone.
"If you don’t want to leave, I’ll throw you out," Richard answered.
"Little Brother, you’re so cruel..." Olivia rolled her eyes before standing up with a reluctant expression. Yet Richard didn’t even spare her a glance.
She pouted, put her dress back on, tidied her appearance, and walked out of the room.
BANG!
She slammed the door shut.
"What the..." Richard blinked in surprise.
This woman actually dared to protest like that.
Fortunately, he was busy right now. Otherwise, he would have taught her a lesson.
He looked at his palm, where a tiny drop of golden blood had appeared.
Still unclothed, he placed the blood against his chest.
Buzz!
His body automatically absorbed it.
In that instant, Richard felt an overwhelming heat surge through him, along with violent fluctuations in his aura.
He didn’t dare let his guard down.
This truly could be dangerous if he made even the slightest mistake. More importantly, failing to make full use of it would be an even greater loss.
The blood shattered his limitations, even taking control of his body to gather Aether at an astonishing speed without needing to absorb it from the moon.
Fortunately, the foundation of his magic had always been exceptionally solid. Before long, he managed to gain control over the blood.
His Aether immediately began increasing at an incredible rate.
In less than an hour, the process finally came to an end.
[Status:]
[Name: Richard]
[Magic Realm: Lord]
[Aether: 499,999/500,000 <Tier 3>] +149,999
[Aether Accumulation: 784,999 <Tier 3>]
Just as he had expected, it stopped there, leaving him needing only one more point of Aether. Unfortunately, that final point was the most difficult part.
The difficulty couldn’t be compared to advancing into the Lord Realm, because the next realm was the Ruler Realm.
According to the common theories of magic, the Ruler Realm was already considered the highest realm.
The Grand Sovereign was an evolution that transcended those limits by wielding the world’s power, while an Ancient Sovereign attempted to reach that level through their own strength.
Richard got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
After cleaning himself up, he chose to wear a luxurious long black coat.
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the front door.
It obviously couldn’t be Olivia, and it was even less likely to be the White Ancestor. Both of them could enter the house directly if they wished.
Curious, Richard walked over and opened the door, finding a handsome middle-aged man with white hair standing outside.
It was the first time he had ever seen him, yet he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
That’s right.
The man’s face looked remarkably similar to his father’s.
If that was the case, then this was probably his uncle—Olivia’s father, Charles Skylight.
"Richard, I’m Charles, your father’s elder brother—your uncle," he introduced himself politely with a warm smile.
His personality seemed completely different from Olivia’s.
"Greetings, Uncle. I never expected our first meeting would be today," Richard replied courteously.
After all, they were close relatives.
As long as the other party treated him well, he naturally had no reason to be unfriendly.
"It’s normal for members of our clan to meet only after so many years," Charles replied.
"By the way, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you," he added.
"What is it, Uncle?" Richard asked.
He wasn’t surprised that there was something on the man’s mind.
"It’s about your mother and father. I’m sure you already know what happened," Charles Skylight replied.
"I do. But I have no interest in getting involved," Richard answered.
It wasn’t something he even wanted to talk about.
"I know your relationship with both of them isn’t good. In fact, you’re not even close to either of them..." Charles said.
"That’s right. I’m not close to either of them, so how could I possibly interfere? They never cared about me, and that woman even sees me as her enemy. There’s no way I’d go to her and ask her to return to my father." Richard smiled oddly as he said those words.
Even talking about it felt strangely awkward to him.
"Uncle, what exactly do you want from me?" he asked.
"We want to bring them back together so your father can return to normal. He’s under tremendous stress right now, and it’s affecting his cultivation. With his talent, he should have been able to reach the peak of the Ancient Sovereign Realm. But the key to everything is that your mother has to return to him."
"But I can’t help with something like that."
"No, actually, you can."
"Really? Even so, I’m not interested in getting involved."
"So here’s the idea. Challenge your mother to a wager bound by an oath. If she loses, she’ll have to return to your father. Given your talent, I’m confident you’ll be able to win."
"And what’s in it for me?" Richard asked, rolling his eyes.
"Once they’re reunited, your father will support you with everything he has. That’s his promise. You don’t have to decide now—just think it over. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could bring them back together and have the support of both your parents?"
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