The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Always Ready For It

Meanwhile, the floating camera sphere tightly captured the entire breathtaking scene, transmitting the raw, cinematic display of devotion straight to the higher realms.

The interdimensional live chat, already reeling from Azriel’s insane endurance run, completely exploded at the sight of the GrandMaster Duchess lowering her legendary pride to feed him mouth-to-mouth.

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): OH MY GOD! Look at the way she’s holding him! I’m screaming!

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): Feeding him a high-tier mental elixir mouth-to-mouth?! She treasures him so much... Honestly, seeing how hard he fought today, he deserves every bit of her affection

[Star_Gazer_Yuna] (White): Damn it, I came here to see this arrogant brat get broken, but instead I’m watching a top-tier romance epic. I’m not even mad.

[Goddess_of_Thorns] (Golden): A warrior who fights until his soul leaves his body, and a powerful queen who fiercely protects him when he falls... Brilliant. Simply brilliant!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): The captain in the background isn’t even surprised, haha! She’s basically like: ’Yeah, they’ve been doing the deed all week.’ This stream is gold.

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): Seeing them together like this feels completely right. His unyielding mindset matches her supreme power perfectly. Take my points, Azriel!

[User gifted 3,000 KP]

As the high-tier donations rained down in a golden cascade, the premium elixir began to work its profound magic.

A deep, revitalizing warmth exploded within Azriel’s chest, rapidly soothing his torn muscles, repairing his cellular damage, and cooling his burning mind as he rested securely in the Duchess’s embrace.

As consciousness abruptly flooded back into his system, the first thing Azriel registered was the intoxicating, soft pressure against his lips, the sweet, thick taste of the elixir, and a familiar scent he could never forget.

Instead of pulling away, a rogue, instinctual spark flared in his mind.

Moving with sudden, explosive strength, his hands shot up to cup the back of Rosalind’s head.

He pulled her down hard into him, aggressively turning the medical resuscitation into a fierce, breathless counter-kiss.

Rosalind’s golden eyes widened in sheer shock.

Feeling his shameless tongue dictating the rhythm the exact second he woke up, she couldn’t help but fiercely curse in her mind.

’Look at this absolute bastard... always ready for it!’

Refusing to be dominated on her own training grounds, the Duchess fought back instantly, her white feline ears twitching as she aggressively pushed her tongue into his mouth to reclaim control, their lips locking in a passionate, chaotic battle for dominance right there in the dirt.

Standing at the side, Captain Nyra remained perfectly stoic, but internally, a heavy vein was throbbing on her forehead. She was officially getting thoroughly annoyed by these two.

"Tch."

Letting out a low, irritated click of her tongue, Nyra turned on her heel and walked away, completely abandoning her post to go sit on a distant wooden bench, leaving the shameless couple to do whatever they wanted.

The live chat went absolutely frenzied as they witnessed the complete audacity of the man.

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): "HE JUST WOKE UP FROM THE DEAD AND THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS ATTACK THE DUCHESS?! I can’t with this guy!"

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): As expected of my chosen one!!!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): "Wait, can we even watch this for free? I thought high-tier bedroom content was locked behind the premium membership stream!"

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): "Shh! Enjoy the free fanservice while you can before the system censors it!"

After a few intense minutes of pushing and pulling, with Rosalind ultimately pinning his wrists to the dirt to secure her victory, they finally parted, a thin, silver strand of saliva connecting their lips under the bright sun.

Rosalind stood up, smoothing down her tight tank top, and extended a slender, clawed hand down to him.

Azriel grabbed it, letting her haul him to his feet. Thanks to the fivefold cultivation multiplier of the elixir, his body felt absolutely electric.

The systemic fatigue was entirely gone, replaced by a dense, pulsing reserves of fresh stamina.

Fixing her white visor cap, Rosalind forced her expression back into a strict, unyielding mask.

"Wipe that smirk off your face. Now that your vessels are warmed up, we are starting the real exercise."

"Heh. Go ahead, Rose. With the way I feel right now, I could climb a mountain," Azriel teased, casually using the back of his hand to wipe her lingering saliva from his lips.

Rosalind’s cheeks flared a violent pink at the shameless gesture.

Her golden eyes instantly turned ice-cold, a dangerous, predatory glint snapping into place.

"Oh, really? Let’s see if you keep that same energy."

Rosalind’s blush deepened at his shameless look, her golden eyes instantly turning dangerously icy.

"Oh? Is that so?" she purred, a sweet, lethal smile creeping onto her lips.

"Good. Because we’ve barely even started. Let’s see if that tongue of yours can keep up with the next phase."

The real hell began immediately.

Rosalind didn’t give him a single second to breathe.

She dragged him to the center of the field, where the physical refinement exercises commenced at an extreme, superhuman baseline.

Since his body was currently under the fivefold multiplier effect of the elixir, every single movement was calibrated to force his muscles into maximum hypertrophy.

First came the push-ups, not standard ones, but explosive, single-arm diamond push-ups while Rosalind casually applied a localized gravity array over his back, making his 19-year-old frame weigh equivalent to a solid iron boulder.

Next were the pull-ups, performed on a high obsidian bar where he had to pull his chest up rhythmically while heavy, metallic training weights were chained directly to his waist.

Following that, she made him perform clean-and-jerk weightlifts using massive, solid stone pillars that belonged in an ancient temple, forcing his core and skeletal structure to bear crushing, structural friction under the burning sun.

It was a brutal, unceasing cycle of physical torture.

Whenever Azriel’s muscles reached the absolute point of tearing apart and his system stamina bar red-lined, Rosalind would coldly step forward, crack open a standard, common-grade fatigue relief potion, and force him to chug it.

The standard fluid would instantly wash away the physical lactic acid and mend his muscle fibers, allowing him to immediately dive back into the extreme physical labor.

Through it all, Azriel kept his jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto the invisible streaming camera as his stats silently began to cook under the radar, preparing to show the higher realms exactly what a real man’s growth potential looked like.