Chapter 1384: Consort: Above Paradise, Beneath His Hands

Hell’s Paradise Island lately reminded Phei of Earth after one of those soft, brief rain showers that barely managed to wet the ground yet somehow left the entire world smelling different afterward. Rain would touch dust, stone and leaves just enough to awaken that distinctive scent without drowning anything beneath water, and Paradise Island carried something strangely Phei could only describe it as that through its Mana and spiritual presence.

Only here, the scent felt ancient rather than wet Earth; it was only an analogy.

Phei had noticed it the moment he returned, but standing outside beneath the open night made it far stronger. The island possessed a character inside its Mana that he had never found anywhere else, an old spiritual heaviness woven through the air, the land and even the distant sea surrounding Paradise.

It was difficult to explain to anyone who could not sense what he sensed now.

The Primordial Frozen Zone had possessed deeper concentrations of raw power in many places, brutal and pure enough to pressure entire cultivations simply by existing, yet Paradise Island carried age differently.

Its Mana felt lived in, layered, almost conscious in the way ancient places occasionally seemed to remember everyone who had passed through them.

Phei closed his eyes and drew in a long breath.

"Mmm..."

The sound slipped from him almost involuntarily as that familiar atmosphere filled his lungs.

He could bask in this forever.

There was something addictive about returning after almost a year and discovering that his senses had grown refined enough to perceive details he had once walked through blindly.

Spiritual energies now brushed him from every direction. Mana moved through the night in invisible currents, and deeper beneath them rested the stranger powers buried throughout the island, each possessing its own rhythm and character.

More fascinatingly still was the way those powers reacted to him now.

Phei could feel the world answering to him— his very being.

Mana leaned toward him without being summoned. Spiritual energies and essences seemed almost eager to move whenever his perception brushed against them, and the surrounding space felt less like an immovable environment and more like something willing to bend if he properly asked it to.

He had experienced strength before, enormous strength compared with ordinary people, but this was different. This was beginning to understand what genuine power felt like when the world itself stopped seeming completely indifferent to your existence.

Phei opened his eyes—

Consort floated several meters away beneath the same night.

The city and Paradise Island spread far beneath them, distant lights glittered among darkness while the sea reflected pieces of moonlight beyond the towers. Up here there was only wind, stars and the two of them suspended in open sky, and the night seemed to wrap itself around Consort especially well.

Her short kimono moved gently around her petite short frame whenever the wind passed, the hem fluttering high over smooth thighs while the crossed fabric above remained fitted neatly around her body.

The hem never quite finished its job and barely covered her ass down, and every shift of wind flashed the lower curve of both ass cheeks; they were beautifully plump and pale under moonlight, the crease where thigh met ass left almost bare. She was pettily short and still more voluptuous than the Goddess — fuller hips, a tighter waist, round big breasts pushing the crossed kimono from within — and the little garment made all of that look like a secret she had failed to keep.

Moonlight slid under the hem and found the dark line of her pussy through the thin thing she wore beneath, a shadowed split between her plump thighs whenever the wind blew, already a little wet from watching Phei and the Goddess having sex.

When the wind lifted the kimono a second time Phei saw the undercurve of both ass cheeks bounce and settle, heavy for her size, and the knowledge that she had stood at a window and stared at his cock going in and out of another woman the way she’d been doing for sometime now, lived in the way she would not quite close her knees.

Her katana rested where it always seemed to belong, elegant and dangerous at her side, while long pink hair drifted around her face and shoulders in soft strands.

Phei looked at her for several seconds and smiled.

"You know, it’s extremely rude to keep a man as godly and outwardly handsome as myself waiting."

Consort’s lips twitched and a tiny laugh escaped before she immediately suppressed it and returned to the calm expression she seemed convinced fooled him.

It did not.

Phei floated closer without using True Void Steps.

Previously, approaching Consort for the first time had required disappearing through space before she could react; thankfully she didn’t keep her barrier up when she was around him. Tonight Phei simply flew toward her openly, now that he could fly and grind through air, he approached slowly enough that she could have backed away whenever she wished.

She did not.

Phei stopped directly before her.

Up close, the difference in their frames became almost comical. Consort was so considerably short, especially beside the broader body Phei had returned with after nearly a year of Body Cultivation and relentless tempering. The little Head Maid who could casually kill things far larger than herself barely reached high enough against him to make the contrast anything but—

’Ridiculously cute.’

Phei’s hands settled around her waist.

Consort inhaled.

Her breath caught on the way down—

Under his palms her body answered before she did, a small involuntary give and a shiver with the muscle of her waist tightening and then failing to stay tight.

Phei felt it.

What interested him more was what did not happen after.

She did not step float back away from him and neither did she put a hand on his wrist to stop him.

Instead she had watched him come, his hands leave his sides and she had had the whole slow approach to decide she did not want them on her, and she had let them arrive.

His thumbs found the deep cut of that waist.

He traced it; a line drawn from the narrowest point out toward the flare of her hip and back again, learning the shape through the thin kimono and then under the edge of it where the silk had already failed to cover her. Goddess Fall Touch surged through his palms while pleasure poured into her muscle and havocked deeper.

Consort’s stomach jumped a little as pleasure spread downward on its own, into the softer give above her hips, and her next breath came out unsteady.

She squirmed.

She squirmed once; it was a small shift she did not mean to give him, and the motion dragged the short hem higher until moonlight got under it and stayed there, laying the lower curve of her ass bare, plump and pale, the crease where cheek met thigh open to the wind while the silk refused to fall back into place even after she stilled.

The sound left her before she could kill it; a caught note in her throat, thin and involuntary— shw was still trying to stand like a World Transcendent and her body has already answered for her.

"Nnh~"