Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

“I can’t really blame the bird,” he muttered, letting the orbs play without so much as a glance.

Still, he couldn’t allow Vigil — owl or not — to remember such things.

Ash waved his hand.

With a casual motion, he erased Vigil’s memory of the last few moments and removed his senses for the time being.

The white owl was left unable to see, hear, or use any form of divine sense. Any possible way he could think of to perceive the recording — if he was bold enough to even try — was completely sealed.

Ash resumed Pantheos with a casual wave of his hand, and instantly the recordings played openly for everyone at the table.

Leaning back, he sipped his wine, watching the scenes unfold with clear appreciation.

“Damn… they really know how to get me riled up,” he commented, his voice low and pleased.

“Especially Lithia, she knows exactly how to set the mood.”

Elysia chuckled, her golden eyes half-lidded as she watched.

“Fufufu~ This quite the performance isn’t it? I’m almost jealous I’m not there with them~”

Aurora shifted in her seat, her gaze flicking from the recordings back to Ash.

She had been practically yearning for him ever since she’d ended up stuck in the room during one of their wild gatherings.

So, watching her Mothers behave like this was no surprise, but it only added to her restlessness.

She’d been waiting for Ash to make his move—or at least bring it up again—but so far, he’d done little beyond being more touchy and openly flirtatious.

Other than that, she hadn’t experienced anything herself, just front-row seats to the action.

Aurora let out a sarcastic little laugh, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

“They’re sure getting it on good, aren’t they?” she said, crossing her legs tightly under the table.

“Even on of our newest Mothers will be having some fun soon, huh?”

Rita was breathing a little heavier than usual, her cheeks flushed as she tried — and failed — to hide how turned on she was.

She shifted in her seat, thighs pressed together, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she stared at the explicit scenes playing out.

“Should… should we really be watching our Mothers like this?” she asked, her voice slightly strained, clearly trying to maintain some composure.

Ellyn shook her head with a soft, knowing smile, her long black hair swaying as she glanced at her younger sister.

“Oh, come on Rita… everyone knows already.” She said with a shrug as she pointed at the women at the table.

“We are obsessed with Dad. So, there’s no need to hide it,” she said gently, then turned her head toward Ash and gave him a brilliant, affectionate smile, her pink eyes warm and open.

Isis stayed completely silent on the side, her golden slit eyes fixed on the recordings, as she tried to maintain her usual facade, though the faint flush on her cheeks gave her away.

Emma, meanwhile, was completely at a loss for words.

She had only encountered a handful of members of the Ineffable Pantheon so far and hadn’t yet met those who were truly shameless.

Yet here she was, witnessing firsthand exactly the sort of beings she had placed on such a lofty pedestal.

Her face was burning red, her mouth slightly open as she stared at the orbs, clearly shocked but unable to look away.

And… her thighs were clenched together under the table, with her body reacting strongly despite her silence.

Ash watched the recordings for a few more moments, then stood up with a calm, satisfied smile, his arousal obvious but controlled.

“I think I need to go lend a hand to my lovely wives for a while,” he said, his voice low and amused as he glanced around the table.

When he stood up, the chair scraped softly against the pavilion floor.

Elysia rose gracefully with him, appearing at his side in a smooth motion.

She locked her arm with his, pressing her body close, her black- red hair brushing against his shoulder as she looked up at him with warm, half-lidded eyes.

The others at the table looked at him with expressions that clearly said they wanted to say something.

Bang!

Aurora, in particular, slammed her hand down on the table — not in anger, but in clear exasperation, the sound sharp against the wood.

“Uhh, Can I come along too?” she asked, her voice a mix of boldness and barely contained longing, her white and blue hair shifting as she leaned forward.

Ash laughed softly, the sound warm and fond as he looked at her, his reddish-purple eyes softening with affection.

“Of course. My Rora can have whatever she wants.”

Hearing his approval, Ellyn and Rita shared a quick glance before they appeared on Aurora’s side, both of them looking at him with hopeful, almost pleading eyes.

“What about us?” they asked almost in unison, their voices overlapping in a way that made the request even more endearing.

Seeing them all standing together, he knew each and everyone of his daughters had been waiting on this moment.

He smiled as he gave each of them a gentle kiss on the lips, his hand cupping their cheeks tenderly, his thumb brushing their skin.

“I don’t mind if you come or not,” he said, his voice soft but firm, carrying that quiet authority they all loved.

“However, as my daughters, you deserve a more special first time. So you can only watch and do other things… but no sex. For now.”

Aurora rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile on her lips. She leaned in closer, whispering against his ear, her breath warm.

“Can I at least suck it?”

At those words, Ash froze — not from shock, but from his lust spiking even higher.

His body reacted visibly, the bulge in his pants growing more prominent as he let out a low, controlled breath.

He waved his hand, opening a portal, and brought everyone except Vigil with him.

Vigil, left behind, suddenly regained his senses, blinking in confusion as he looked around the now-empty table.

“…Huh?”

“Where did they all go?” he hooted softly, tilting his head in bewilderment.