The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Dressed by a Duchess

The water began to cool, signaling the end of their marathon session.

Rosalind gave his waist a final, affectionate squeeze before reluctantly releasing him.

"We should get out," she said, her voice regaining a bit of its crisp, noble structure, though the warmth remained.

"There are matters I must attend to today, and you need proper rest."

Azriel nodded, pushing himself up from the marble steps.

They stood up together, water cascading off their bodies.

Rosalind stepped out first, grabbing two thick, plush towels from a heated gold rack.

Instead of drying herself, she turned directly to Azriel, wrapping one around his broad shoulders and using the other to gently pat down his damp hair.

Her touch was soft, treating his body like a prized possession she wanted to keep pristine.

Azriel didn’t argue.

He took the cloth from her hands after a moment, returning the favor by wrapping her in a large towel and drying her smooth, damp back, carefully steering around the sensitive base of her white tail.

She let out a contented sigh at his touch, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Once they stepped into the dressing area, Rosalind snapped her fingers, summoning a fresh set of clothes from her spatial inventory.

"Since we are staying within the estate for the afternoon, you don’t need the formal attire from last night," she murmured, unfolding a black fitted t-shirt and a pair of grey, oversized sweatpants.

She held up the shirt, and Azriel instinctively raised his arms, letting her slide the fabric over his head.

The material clung perfectly to his chest and abs, emphasizing his absurdly high charisma-boosted physique.

Next, she helped him step into the sweatpants, pulling them up over his hips and tying the drawstring.

She made sure the reinforced waistband left plenty of room for his thick black tail to move freely.

"There," she said, tapping his chest with a satisfied look. "Comfortable?"

"Perfect," Azriel smirked, looking down at her. "Now it’s my turn."

He picked up the outfit she had laid out for herself. Unlike his casual wear, hers was a sharp formal suit, the armor of a ruling Duchess.

Azriel stepped behind her, holding up the crisp white button-down shirt.

Rosalind slid her arms through the sleeves, and Azriel took his time buttoning it up from the bottom to the collar, his fingers intentionally brushing against her skin to evoke soft, lingering shivers.

He then picked up the tailored black trousers, which featured a customized, reinforced opening at the back.

He held them out, letting her step into them before zipping them up, carefully pulling her long white tail through the designated slot so it draped elegantly behind her.

Finally, he grabbed the suit jacket, sliding it over her shoulders and smoothing out the lapels.

He leaned over her shoulder, looking at their reflection in the full-length mirror.

She looked every bit the powerful, untouchable sovereign, while he looked casually charismatic by her side.

Rosalind looked at him through the glass, her golden eyes softening as she reached back to touch his hand.

"You dress me better than my handmaidens do."

"That’s because they don’t have my motivation, Rose," Azriel whispered, pressing a quick, lazy kiss to her cheek.

Stepping away from his touch with a reluctant sigh, Rosalind smoothed down the front of her suit jacket.

"Alright, as much as I want to stay, I really need to go. I have a mountain of paperwork and clan duties to handle before the day is over."

She paused, turning back to him with a sharp, expectant gleam in her golden eyes.

"But this evening, I will be free. So I am going to personally teach you how to fight. I know you come from a warrior tribe, but the world is a brutal place. I will be teaching you high-level combat techniques that will actually match your monstrous potential and bloodline."

Azriel smiled smoothly, his violet eyes locked onto hers.

"I look forward to it. Thank you, Rose."

A soft, affectionate expression broke through her cold Duchess facade.

She stepped closer, leaning up to give him a brief, tender peck on the lips.

As she pulled away, a thick, pressurized aura of Aether began to gather around her body, swirling lazily like a gathering storm.

Just as she was about to leave, Azriel called out.

"Hey, Rose? Since those vitality potions completely wiped out my physical exhaustion, I’m not really feeling tired at all. I’ll probably get bored just sitting around resting. Is there any way I can learn more about this world and how Awakeners function here?"

Rosalind stopped, a look of pleasant surprise crossing her face.

"Studious? I like that."

With a casual flick of her wrist, a heavy, polished white jade token materialized in her hand.

She tossed it across the room.

Azriel caught it effortlessly, flipping it over in his palm.

Carved beautifully into the center of the white jade was a sleek, white cat emblem, the sacred crest of her house.

"That token will give you absolute access to the royal library," Rosalind explained, her body now completely shrouded in a blinding, crackling glow of Aether.

"Just call for a maid outside and tell her to take you there. Read whatever you like."

She gave him one last lingering, possessive glance, her slitted eyes softening.

"Don’t miss me too much."

With a sudden, silent burst of pressure, the Aether around her imploded.

The space she occupied warped for a fraction of a second, and she vanished entirely from the room, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of medicinal herbs and the crackle of fading energy.

After she vanished, he let out a slow, long sigh.

A wide, incredulous smirk spread across his face as he shook his head.

’Damn, I really pulled this off, didn’t I?’ he thought, a rush of pure adrenaline hitting him.

’Less than a day in this world, and I’ve already grabbed the ass of a literal primordial goddess who might rule the universe. And not only did I avoid getting executed by the Duchess who bought me, but I also thoroughly claimed her in that bed, or rather, she claimed me.’

’It’s basically the same thing, but the point is, she’s my partner now.’

He chuckled quietly to himself, his violet eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

’This is so fucking exciting.’

Shifting his focus away from the empty room, he remembered the pending alerts waiting for his attention.

With a simple mental command, he opened the main interface to finally check his rewards.

[Congratulations! You have completed your first Quest.]