Chapter 48: It’s a lie, isn’t it?

Kael soon found a good position to begin meditating and replenish his Qi.

"Can you even breathe in there, you idiot? Are you sure this is suitable for replenishing your Qi reserves?"

Seraphine’s sweet, slightly irritated voice echoed through the canopy, mingling with the rustling of the leaves.

She looked down, gazing at the top of Kael’s black hair. That was all she could see of him. The rest of his head was buried between her breasts, the soft flesh molding around his face like a warm, plump pillow, swallowing his head.

His arms remained wrapped around her slender waist. His fingers glided slowly along the curve of her back, caressing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress at a lazy pace.

"Yes... absolutely sure. Honestly, I could die right here..." Kael replied, his voice muffled against Seraphine’s soft skin.

The heat of his breath spread through the valley between her breasts, sending shivers rippling across the sensitive skin there.

Seraphine’s eyes narrowed as she heard that.

Slowly, she raised her arms and wrapped them around Kael’s head—and, of course, around her own huge breasts as well.

Without hesitation, she hugged him tight.

The two heavy mounds surged inward and pressed against each other, completely engulfing his head. The soft flesh bulged over her forearms and piled up almost to her chin, quivering gently with each small adjustment of her grip.

"Ugh... What are you doing?" Kael asked, already barely able to breathe.

"Suffocating you with my tits," she replied dryly, squeezing even tighter.

She felt his nose sink deeper into the middle of that warm, soft cleavage, the pliant flesh closing in around him from both sides until there wasn’t a sliver of space left.

Her breasts were a little sensitive, and the pressure made a soft moan slip past her lips. Even so, she smiled as she looked down at Kael’s head, completely engulfed.

"H-hey, you crazy woman! Don’t do that to your husband!" Kael shuddered, his words coming out hoarse and muffled, the vibration of his voice tickling her skin and humming through the full weight of her chest.

"No! If you want to die between them, fine, I’ll kill you between them, you damn shameless pervert!" Seraphine declared, smiling from ear to ear.

In the end, Kael could only give up the struggle. His arms went slack around her waist, and he accepted death’s sweet embrace.

Satisfied, Seraphine finally loosened her grip. Her breasts settled heavily back into place as she pushed against his chest and turned around on Kael’s lap, shifting until her back was to him.

She lowered herself slowly onto his thighs. Her full buttocks met his firm legs, the plump flesh parting slightly to the sides as her weight found its place.

Then she leaned back, resting her head against Kael’s broad chest.

His hands, naturally, didn’t stay still. They came straight up to Seraphine’s tits, his fingers sinking gently into those enormous milk jugs, feeling their warm weight settle and overflow in each palm.

She let out a sigh through her nose but didn’t push him away.

The two of them sat on the thick branch of the tree where Kael had landed earlier, resting as the wind rustled the leaves around them and carried a faint scent of earth and resin.

"We’re practically in the central region already... how much longer do you need to replenish your Qi reserves?" Seraphine asked, her eyes half-closed.

She herself hadn’t expended much Qi during the journey, since Kael had carried her on his back the whole way.

She was a relatively powerful cultivator, but compared to Kael himself...

Well, she knew it was best to wait for him to recover.

"If I cultivate properly, about two hours..." he replied, his thumb lazily circling one of her nipples over her dress, feeling the tip stiffen and push up against the fabric beneath his touch.

It wasn’t very long. Especially considering that the only other two people capable of getting there so quickly were the two Golden Core Realm cultivators participating in the competition.

Of course, that was assuming they ignored all the treasures scattered throughout the secret realm.

On average, participants usually took seven or eight days to reach the central region. So, at least for now, the two of them could relax.

"Do you want me to give you some space to cultivate?"

"No, of course not!" Kael squeezed her breasts harder. "How can I cultivate properly without these beautiful reservoirs of Qi between my fingers? You can use them to choke me a little more if you want."

"Y-you... I’m going to use them to slap you to death!" Seraphine gritted her teeth, looking away.

Her cheeks, already flushed, turned even pinker as she sighed, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath his hands.

Finally, Kael released her breasts, chuckling softly.

Well, he remembered an anime he’d once watched on Earth, a golden-haired angel slapping a sinner with her beautiful tits.

Who was he to deny her such treatment?

Kael placed his hands on Seraphine’s slender, delicate waist.

He had already taken a recovery pill, and his Qi was slowly returning to his body, like a trickle of warm water flowing through his veins.

Playing with Seraphine obviously wasn’t as effective as actual meditation, but he didn’t worry about it too much.

From the experiences he’d stolen from the Celestial, he’d learned to meditate without having to remain motionless and focused, so it wouldn’t be long before he fully recovered.

In the end, Kael simply relaxed, and so did Seraphine. Their eyes drifted to the horizon, where an endless sea of trees stretched beneath the orange sky.

Seraphine seemed to have something stuck in her throat.

She opened her mouth a few times, then closed it again.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she finally managed to force herself to speak.

"That story about the master—the one you told the whole sect—it’s a lie, isn’t it?" Seraphine asked, her voice lower than before, almost fading into the wind.