The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: My Future Kids... I’m So Sorry [R18]

"Ah... Rose—!"

Azriel’s restraint snapped.

Before she could pull away to mock his defeat, he completely ignored her previous command.

His hands shot up like lightning, his strong, calloused fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, clamping them tightly against his shaft to ensure maximum friction.

Rosalind gasped, her golden eyes widening in sheer shock at his sudden, explosive defiance.

But before she could utter a single syllable of protest, Azriel threw his head back with a low, guttural growl.

"Arghhh!"

A heavy, thick torrent of hot release erupted from him, painting her glistening, ivory breasts in a thick, white cascade.

The sheer, concentrated volume of the release, vastly amplified by his recent physical tempering, splashed forcefully upward, coating her collarbone and leaving a warm, stray streak directly across her flushed, stunned cheek.

Rosalind froze. Her breath came in shallow, ragged pants as she stared down at her ruined, heavily painted chest, utterly paralyzed by the primal intensity of his finish.

The exclusive Tier-3 chat overlay became an absolute, illegible blur of scrolling light.

[Sadistic89] (Red): HOLY SHIT! HE REBELLED! He literally grabbed her assets and forced the finish! HAHAHAHA!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Oh my god, look at the volume! It went all the way up to her face! The look of utter shock on the Duchess’s face is priceless!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): Bro just painted a GrandMaster like a canvas. The absolute audacity of this mortal slave!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): The way he pinned her hands down by grabbing her breasts... delicious. He took his satisfaction by force the moment he snapped!

Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, her white feline tail twitching in a chaotic mix of shock, embarrassment, and an underlying, dark thrill.

Azriel slowly let go of her chest, leaning back against the white wall as his ragged breathing gradually stabilized.

A lazy, thoroughly satisfied, and incredibly smug smirk returned to his lips.

"Azrielllll!!!" Rosalind finally found her voice, her cheeks flushing a violent, burning crimson as she glared at him.

"What is this?! You could have warned me before making such a ridiculous mess!"

"Umm... sorry," Azriel murmured, instantly shifting his expression into one of exaggerated, wide-eyed innocence as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

"Your breasts just felt way too good, Rose. For a second there, I honestly thought I had ascended straight to the heavens."

Hearing his completely shameless flattery, her voice caught in her throat.

She huffed, turning her flustered face away as she stepped toward the brass water spout.

Grabbing the wooden pitcher, she began pouring warm, steaming thermal water directly over her bosom, rinsing the thick, white cream off her collarbone and skin, letting it wash down into the marble drainage.

Watching his essence swirl away into the drains, Azriel let out a silent, mock-tragic sigh in his mind.

’My future kids... I’m so sorry you had to go out like this.’

But his internal joke came to an abrupt halt the moment his gaze drifted downward.

As the water cascaded over Rosalind’s bombshell body, defining every single curve of her dangerous, hourglass silhouette, Azriel’s hand instinctively drifted down to gently cup his own package.

He smirked internally, reassuring himself, ’Don’t worry, kids... you’ll have a real future soon enough.’

Sensing his heavy, burning gaze, Rosalind looked over her shoulder.

Seeing the unadulterated lust darkening his violet eyes, a slow, deeply captivated smile spread across her lips.

She stepped away from the spout, her wet, white hair clinging to her shoulders.

"Now," Azriel murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, commanding register as he stood up from the stool. "Let me wash you, Rose."

She nodded softly, stepping into his space and willingly handing over the reins.

Reversing their roles, Azriel guided her down onto the obsidian seat.

He reached for the crystal bottle, lathering the sweet-scented shampoo between his palms before working his fingers gently through her thick, silver locks.

He didn’t rush.

He massaged her scalp with practiced, soothing pressure, his thumbs occasionally tracing the incredibly soft, velvet contours of her white feline ears.

"Nngh..." Rosalind let out a soft, involuntary shiver, her eyes fluttering shut as her tail coiled tightly around his ankle.

The specialized beastman nerve endings in her ears were highly sensitive, and his gentle, rhythmic kneading sent a wave of liquid warmth directly down her spine.

After thoroughly rinsing her hair with a fresh pitcher of warm water, allowing the streams to trace down the slope of her back, Azriel leaned down.

He smoothed his soapy hands along the elegant, slender curve of her neck, his thumbs rubbing the tense muscles of her nape before sliding downward toward her collarbone.

His palms were thick and calloused from the grueling training, creating an intoxicating friction against her smooth, sensitive skin.

Rosalind let out a ragged sigh, her head tilting back against his chest as his hands swept outward over her shoulders, wiping away the residual traces of the bathhouse steam.

"You’re surprisingly good at this for a slave," she murmured, her voice losing its strict, commanding edge and melting into a soft, breathy purr.

"I told you, Master, I can be delicate when I want to be," Azriel whispered near her ear, his thumbs tracing the elegant ridges of her collarbone before slipping lower.

He didn’t immediately rush for her assets.

Instead, he let his soapy hands glide down the centerline of her chest, mapping the contours of her ribs and the sharp, athletic taper of her waist.

Every brush of his skin against hers made her white feline ears twitch in rhythmic intervals, a dead giveaway of how intensely she was feeling his touch.

Up on the golden interface, the live chat was absolutely glued to the screen, the viewers captivated by the sudden transition from raw dominance to high-tension intimacy.

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): The way he’s taking his time... oh my god, he knows exactly how to handle a beastwoman. Look at her tail wrapping tighter around his leg!

[Sadistic89] (Red): From a savage counter-hook in the dirt to a professional masseuse in the bathhouse. This guy’s versatility is disgusting.

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): He’s teasing her so perfectly. She was controlling the pace earlier, but now he’s completely taking over her senses.

[Pure_Jade_Fairy] (White): This is so beautiful.

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