A Happy Life

Crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang oneself—the three ultimate weapons of a woman.

Whether in his past life or this one, Olivier had no experience dealing with a woman's tears. Watching the sister duo weep, he was at a complete loss, able only to constantly comfort them, begging them to stop.

"Alright, my two little grandmothers, I won't chase you away."

Olivier was truly helpless and had no choice but to surrender.

"Really? You're the best, My Lord!"

The sisters' expressions cleared up instantly, the sun shining through the rain as their faces bloomed like flowers.

"Women, oh, women."

Olivier could only sigh. This species was far too strange—born actors. A man should never try to guess a woman's heart.

"My Lord, then please, let us serve you."

With that, Sophie and Jessica began helping Olivier undress, while simultaneously starting to peel off their own clothes.

"Hey, hey! I already agreed not to chase you away; you don't need to do this."

Olivier grabbed the sisters' hands as they were undoing their garments.

"My Lord, who would dare snatch a woman away from Lord Olivier? We sisters are yours in life, and we shall be your ghosts in death."

Sophie replied, her hands never ceasing their movements.

"Come to think of it, who would dare steal a woman belonging to me, Olivier? Everyone in the Imperial Capital knows these two are mine now; who would dare touch them? And could I really watch a woman who belongs to me be with someone else? The answer is obviously no."

Sophie's words struck a chord in Olivier. Men are selfish by nature; ever since he bought the sisters, they had been branded with his mark. What man would dare claim them now?

"That's true. Who would dare snatch a woman from me, Olivier? Two beauties—tonight, this master will grant your wish and let you see what this master is capable of. Hahaha!"

Once he had thought it through, Olivier stopped being polite and began undressing Sophie and Jessica.

"My Lord, no, let us do it ourselves."

"My Lord, don't touch there..."

On the night of the bridal chamber, a single moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

One dragon and two phoenixes, waves of passion rolling one after another; the Archisoren Duke Mansion was filled with a thick, intoxicating air of spring.

They battled for the better part of the night. Had he not been concerned that it was the sisters' first time, he likely would have fought until dawn.

At daybreak, Olivier climbed out of the soft, warm embrace of Sophie and Jessica to practice Tai Chi. The previous night's exertion did not leave him feeling exhausted; on the contrary, he felt invigorated, and as he practiced, he seemed to gain new insights.

Men belong to Yang, women to Yin; the union of man and woman is the unification of Yin and Yang. Tai Chi emphasizes the mutual reinforcement of Yin and Yang, and Olivier guessed that might be the reason, though he didn't fully understand it. Perhaps his own Tai Chi was primarily based on Light and Darkness rather than the traditional Yin and Yang, leading to some differences.

He didn't dwell on it; one day, he would understand.

Sophie and Jessica were too exhausted to rise early. After finishing his Tai Chi, Olivier saw the two women sleeping like spring begonias. Having transformed from maidens into young wives, they radiated an alluring aura, and Olivier almost couldn't resist returning to bed to dote on them further.

Since he had taken them in, he had to be responsible to the end. Olivier began to ponder how he could help them reach the Saint-level. A man must take responsibility for his actions.

Asking Beirut for a processed Sovereign Spark was nearly impossible. He cultivated Light and Darkness and could not be a candidate for a Sovereign Spark; he couldn't become a Grand Perfection in the short term, so he was of little use to Beirut, nor did he have the relationship that Linley and Bebe shared.

Thus, Sophie and Jessica would have to cultivate on their own, perhaps with some auxiliary items. Fortunately, both possessed high talent. Even without focused training, reaching the fourth rank as mages at their age suggested that becoming Saint-level was still possible.

The problem was that, aside from processed Sovereign Sparks, there was no mention of anything in the Yulan Continent that could accelerate cultivation. The Nether Fruit of the Netherworld would work, but it was far too distant.

While Olivier was lost in thought, Sophie and Jessica both woke up. Realizing it was already bright outside, they knew they had overslept. They tried to get up, but found that last night had been too wild; their bodies were weak, and they felt a tearing pain.

"Don't get up yet, you two. Rest a while longer. I'll have someone prepare food and bring it to the room later."

Olivier's caring voice rang out.

Sophie and Jessica hid under the covers, blushing and too shy to show their faces. Although last night had been wild, they were still embarrassed. Having finally achieved their wish, their hearts felt as sweet as honey.

That day, Sophie and Jessica enjoyed the treatment of new brides, and the three of them spent the day in sweet bliss.

Having returned triumphant from the martial arts tournament and gained two beauties, Olivier was in high spirits. He planned to spend a few days of unbridled, blissful life with Sophie and Jessica—after all, once a man tastes the marrow, he becomes addicted.

He refused all visitors; unless they were God-level experts, no one was worth seeing.

Who would have thought that before even two days had passed, Blumer returned.

"Big Brother, Teacher wants to see you."

Blumer said to Olivier upon his return.

Since the tournament, Blumer had only stayed for a short while before heading to War God Mountain to cultivate, hoping to narrow the gap between himself and Olivier.

Returning this time, Blumer noticed some changes in Olivier, as well as in Sophie and Jessica, though as a lifelong virgin, he didn't understand what it meant.

"Did the War God say when I should go?"

Olivier asked Blumer. In truth, he had no desire to see the War God. Olivier had already refused the War God's offer to take him as a disciple, and furthermore, he looked down on the War God. Yet, because his strength was currently inferior, he still had to bow his head. Besides, the War God had nothing of value to offer him.

"Teacher just said for you to go; he didn't specify a time."

Blumer replied.

"I understand," Olivier said.

"Come, come, Blumer. From now on, Sophie and Jessica are your sisters-in-law. Let's reintroduce you."

Blumer listened to Olivier's introduction with some surprise; in his mind, Sophie and Jessica were merely purchased slaves, at most concubines, so how could they possibly be addressed as his sisters-in-law?

"Blumer greets the two sisters-in-law."

Blumer felt a bit awkward inside, but he still followed Olivier's instructions.

Sophie and Jessica had not expected Olivier to do this, and they were caught off guard, not knowing how to react.

"Right, Blumer, stay at home more during this period. I want to see how your comprehension of the Profound Mystery of Light's Speed is coming along. Staying at War God Mountain is not as good as staying at home; that way, I can guide you."

Since Olivier had returned, Blumer had not spent much time at the estate, constantly running off to War God Mountain. Olivier had not had the time to guide his cultivation, and he didn't want the people at War God Mountain to lead him astray.

"You may go. In three days, I will pay a visit to the War God. You can come see me again when you have time."

Olivier issued a dismissal, telling Blumer to return to War God Mountain to report back.

"My Lord, having Lord Blumer call us sisters-in-law is inappropriate. We are slaves, and you are a Saint-level powerhouse. Only someone who is also a Saint-level powerhouse is worthy of being your wife. We sisters only ask that you allow us to stay by your side."

After Blumer left, Sophie said to Olivier.

On the Yulan Continent, the status of slaves was the lowest, especially female slaves. They were sold by slave traders and gifted among nobles. Even if they possessed fleeting beauty, they would eventually be abandoned over time. Almost no one treated a slave as an equal; commoners were protected, but slaves could be killed at will.

Once one became a slave, they were branded with a slave mark, and it was almost impossible to shed that status.

Olivier understood these rules as well, and he had no intention of changing them. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Besides, in a world where strength was supreme, trying to promote equality for all would be nothing short of madness.

Olivier simply viewed them as equals himself; he would not place his own status too high, nor would he treat them as slaves, especially since Sophie and Jessica had become his women.

"You are my women, and that makes you Blumer's sisters-in-law," Olivier said gently, holding Sophie and Jessica.

"However, you must work hard at your cultivation in the future and strive to become Saint-level powerhouses as soon as possible," Olivier added.

"My Lord, how could we possibly become Saint-level powerhouses?"

Jessica questioned, having never believed she could become a Saint-level powerhouse; at most, she had only ever fantasized about it.

"Why not? You are still young. As long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed. You must believe in yourselves and believe in me. Later, I will find you some good teachers."

Olivier felt it was necessary to get Sophie and Jessica to take their cultivation seriously as soon as possible, and he took this opportunity to bring it up.

"Sophie, Jessica, since you are my women, I will find a way to make you Saints, but I hope even more that you will work hard to become Saints yourselves."

Sophie and Jessica had never possessed the heart of a powerhouse since they were young. After becoming slaves, they had learned how to serve others and how to survive. This mindset was branded into their bones, deeply rooted and difficult to change.

"My Lord, you are truly good to us. We only wish to be your maids and serve you forever."

Sophie and Jessica exchanged glances. In their view, a slave was a slave. Before they became slaves, they themselves had looked down upon slaves—it was the view of the entire world. Moreover, they knew that maintaining their current state was likely the best way for them to survive.

"Fine, I give up. Do as you wish."

Olivier felt he had made himself clear enough. Knowing it was difficult to change their thinking, he did not want to discuss the issue any further.

"Sophie, Jessica, it's getting late. Let's go to sleep."

"Ah, My Lord..."

Two cries of surprise followed, and then, alluring sounds drifted out.

Days of fleeting, dreamlike passion not only left Olivier craving more, but Sophie and Jessica were also deeply immersed in it. A harmonious intimate life was the key to a happy existence; under Olivier's nourishment, Sophie and Jessica became increasingly charming, and Olivier felt refreshed and invigorated.