The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Drenched in Your—

Azriel didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he tightened his grip around her waist, leaning down to murmur teasingly right by her ear, "Oh? What happened to you? You hold onto me tightly enough on the bed like I’m going to disappear whenever you’re riding me, even when I’m completely drenched in your—"

Before the final word could leave his mouth, Rosalind slammed her palm over his lips, shutting him up instantly.

Her face flushed a violent, brilliant crimson.

Shocked by his utter lack of shame, her golden eyes darted frantically over to Captain Nyra, who had already swiftly turned her head to look at a distant stone barrier wall as if it were the most fascinating architectural marvel in the empire.

The stream’s chat overlay, which had been tracking their physical proximity with high-definition accuracy, instantly went into a state of absolute, unadulterated chaos.

The sudden cut-off to his sentence only made the higher-realm viewers fill in the scandalous blanks themselves.

[Sadistic69] (Red): DRENCHED IN YOUR WHAT?! AJSHDKFL?! Azriel, you absolute menace, finish that sentence right now!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Obviously her fluids, have you not seen the exclusive stream?

[Sadistic69] (Red): No, this is my first time watching his stream, I am going to buy the membership right now.

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): Oh my goodness, she literally jumped to cover his mouth! Look at her face, she’s completely bright red! The GrandMaster Duchess has been thoroughly compromised!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): HAHAHA! He was about to spill the entire bedroom script! The absolute audacity to say that in front of her military captain!

Mortified that her captain had definitely caught the stray details of their bedroom antics, Rosalind’s white feline ears pinned flat against her silver hair in pure embarrassment.

Desperate to escape the training ground before her remaining military authority completely evaporated, she cleared her throat sharply, trying to anchor her trembling voice.

"Goodbye, Nyra. I will see you tomorrow," Rosalind managed to say, her tone clipped and rigid.

"Good night, Madam," Captain Nyra replied smoothly, deliberately drawing out and emphasizing the word night without so much as turning around to face them.

Rosalind didn’t waste another second.

Flashing a final, helpless glare toward her grinning, muffled slave, she flared her white Aether.

In a sudden, blinding flash of light, she vanished from the arena, dragging Azriel right along with her into the safety of her room.

In a heartbeat, the dusty, sun-baked dirt arena vanished, replaced by the cool, opulent marble and plush velvet furnishings of Rosalind’s private chambers.

The moment their feet touched the floor, Rosalind spun around.

She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, glare locked onto him, her white feline ears twitching with residual irritation.

She was trying her absolute best to look terrifying, a GrandMaster capable of leveling armies, but with her cheeks still flushed a prominent, rosy pink and her tail swishing in erratic, flustered loops, she looked completely disarmed.

To Azriel, she didn’t look dangerous at all, she looked incredibly cute.

He couldn’t help but let a lazy, unbothered smile spread across his face.

Looking at his unrepentant grin, Rosalind’s jaw tightened.

"Are you an idiot, Azriel? How can you say something so incredibly shameless right in front of Captain Nyra?"

"Hahaha! Come on, Rose," Azriel chuckled, completely ignoring her glare as he took a step closer into her personal space.

"The entire mansion probably already knows we’ve done the deed. I’m your personal slave, after all."

He leaned in slightly, his violet eyes flashing with amusement as he intentionally softened his features, striking a dramatically exaggerated, trembling pose.

"Honestly, it would look way more suspicious to the public if a powerful Duchess like you didn’t lay her hands on a delicate, helpless-looking male like me."

Rosalind stared at his ridiculously overacted ’delicate face’ for a flat second before a crack formed in her stern facade.

She tried to fight it, but a genuine laugh escaped her lips.

"Delicate? You just ran over two hundred kilometers and fought my captain. You’re a lot of things, Azriel, but delicate isn’t one of them."

"Hey, I can be fragile when I want to be," he teased, walking closer.

"But seriously, your reaction back there was just too cute to pass up."

Hearing him call her cute for the second time, she let out a soft huff, her irritation completely melting away as she laughed along with him.

She stepped forward, her slender, clawed hand wrapping firmly around his sweaty wrist.

"Flattery won’t save you from the smell," she purred, her golden eyes darkening with a familiar, predatory warmth.

"Let’s take a bath. You desperately need one."

Without giving him a chance to argue, she turned and led him toward the massive double doors of her private adjoining bathhouse.

The room was practically a temple of luxury, centered around an Olympic-sized pool of steaming, mineral-rich thermal water, cutting beautifully into the polished white marble floor.

As they stepped onto the heated tiles, Azriel gave a silent mental command, smoothly accessing the Stream interface.

The main, free-to-watch interdimensional broadcast signal flickered out, replaced by a sleek, golden notification flashing across the screens of thousands of divine entities who had not yet purchased the premium access.

Since this was rapidly becoming a daily routine, the viewers didn’t complain much, those who wanted the real view simply upgraded on the spot.

Tossing his soiled training clothes aside in a matter of seconds, a completely nude Azriel walked toward Rosalind.

She had already peeled off her tank top and tight leggings, leaving her standing in a simple, delicate set of white lingerie.

Azriel stepped up directly behind her, his bare chest pressing against her back. Leaning down, he murmured a low, husky "Let me," right against her ear before his fingers deftly reached for the clasp of her bra.

With a soft click, he unhooked it, allowing the heavy, plush weight of her breasts to spill free into his waiting hands.

Turning her around to face him, he took a moment to openly admire her stunning body, his eyes lingering on her beautiful pink nipples before locking back onto her gaze.

His hands slid down to the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging the fabric down her long, toned legs.

Rosalind complied, stepping out of them effortlessly, her breath already catching in her throat.

As the silk dropped away, his gaze drifted lower, noting the clear, glistening sheen coating the inside of her thighs.

Tracing his fingers gently along her soaking, wet folds, Azriel leaned in and whispered teasingly against her ear, "This part is also pretty dirty, Rose... I think it needs a deep, thorough wash."