Happy Life

First crying, then making a scene, then threatening suicide—the three ultimate moves of women.

Whether in his previous life or this one, Olivier had never had any experience dealing with a woman's tears. Faced with the crying pair of sisters, he was utterly helpless and could only keep comforting them, telling them not to cry.

"All right, you two little madams, I won't drive you away."

Olivier had no choice but to surrender.

"Really? My lord, you're the best."

The two sisters immediately went from stormy skies to blazing sunshine, their faces blooming with smiles.

"Women, oh, women."

Olivier could only sigh. Such creatures were far too strange—born actresses. A woman's heart was not something men should try to guess.

"My lord, then please allow us to serve you."

As she spoke, Sophie and Jessica began helping Olivier remove his clothes, while also starting to take off their own.

"Hey, hey, I already agreed not to drive you away. You don't have to do this."

Olivier grabbed the sisters' hands as they unfastened their clothes.

"My lord, who would dare compete with Lord Olivier for women? My sister and I belong to you in life, and we'll be your ghosts in death."

Sophie picked up the conversation, her hands never stopping.

She had a point. Who would dare steal Olivier's women? Everyone in the imperial capital now knew the sisters belonged to him. Who would still dare want them? And could he really stand by and watch women who belonged to him be with someone else? The answer was obvious: no.

Sophie's words moved Olivier somewhat.

Men were selfish. Ever since he had bought the sisters, they had been branded as Olivier's. What man would dare want them now?

"Yes, who would dare steal Olivier's women? Two beauties—tonight, I'll grant your wish and let you see what I'm capable of! Hahaha!"

Having thought it through, Olivier stopped holding back and began removing Sophie and Jessica's clothes.

"My lord, don't! We can do it ourselves."

"My lord, don't touch us there."

A wedding night was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

One dragon and two phoenixes, waves rolling one after another—the Archisoren Duke Mansion was steeped in intense springtime passion.

They battled fiercely for most of the night. If not for Olivier's concern that the sisters were experiencing such things for the first time, they likely would have continued until dawn.

At daybreak, Olivier climbed out from Sophie and Jessica's warm embrace and began practicing Taiji Fist.

The previous night's exertion had not made Olivier tired. Instead, he felt full of energy, and as he practiced, he seemed to gain some new insight.

Men belonged to yang, women to yin. The union of man and woman was the unity of yin and yang. Taiji emphasized the mutual support of yin and yang, and Olivier guessed that might be the reason, though he did not truly understand it.

Perhaps his Taiji mainly involved the Light Element and darkness, rather than traditional yin and yang. There might be some differences.

He did not dwell on it. One day, he would understand.

Sophie and Jessica, however, had exhausted themselves too much and did not rise early.

After finishing his Taiji Fist, Olivier saw the two women sleeping peacefully like spring begonias. Having transformed from girls into women, they gave off an alluring aura, and Olivier nearly failed to resist getting back into bed to share some more tenderness with them.

Since he had taken the two women, he had to take responsibility for them to the end.

Olivier began considering how he could help them cultivate to the Saint level. A man had to take responsibility for what he did.

Asking Beirut for processed divine sparks was practically impossible.

Olivier cultivated the Light Element and darkness. He could not become a candidate for a Sovereign Spark, nor could he become a Paragon anytime soon. He was nearly useless to Beirut and did not share the kind of relationship Linley and Bebe had with him.

Therefore, Sophie and Jessica could only cultivate on their own, while he searched for things that could assist them.

Fortunately, both of them were extremely talented. Despite never focusing on cultivation, they had become fourth-rank magi at such a young age. It was still possible for them to reach the Saint level.

The problem was that aside from processed divine sparks, nothing on the Yulan Continent was said to accelerate cultivation. The Nether Fruit in the Netherworld could do so, but it was far too distant.

While Olivier was thinking, Sophie and Jessica both woke up. Seeing that it was already broad daylight, they realized they had slept in. They tried to get up, only to find themselves weak all over from last night's madness, their bodies still aching from being torn apart.

"You two shouldn't get up yet. Rest a little longer. I'll have someone prepare food and bring it to the room later."

Olivier's caring voice sounded out.

Sophie and Jessica hid beneath the blankets with flushed faces, too embarrassed to show themselves. Although last night had been wild, they were still somewhat shy. Their wish had finally come true, and their hearts were as sweet as honey.

That day, Sophie and Jessica were treated like newlywed wives. The three spent the day in sweet happiness.

Having returned victorious from the match and gained two beauties, Olivier was feeling smug and pleased with himself. He planned to spend a few shamelessly blissful days with Sophie and Jessica first. Men became addicted after getting a taste of it.

He refused to see every visitor, unless they were god-level experts. Otherwise, no one was worth meeting.

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

"Big brother, Teacher wants you to see him."

Blumer spoke to Olivier after returning.

Ever since the match, Blumer had only stayed home briefly before heading to War God Mountain to cultivate, hoping to narrow the gap between himself and Olivier.

This time, Blumer noticed that Olivier had changed somewhat again, and Sophie and Jessica had changed as well. However, this old virgin had no idea what had happened.

"Did the War God say when he wanted me to go?"

Olivier asked Blumer.

In truth, he had no desire to see the War God at all. Olivier had already refused to become the War God's disciple, and he genuinely looked down on him. Yet his strength was currently inferior to the War God's, so he still had to lower his head. Besides, the War God had nothing worthwhile to offer him.

"Teacher only told you to go see him. He didn't say when."

Blumer replied.

"I understand," Olivier said.

"Come, Blumer. From now on, Sophie and Jessica are your sisters-in-law. Get acquainted again."

Blumer was somewhat surprised by Olivier's introduction. In his view, Sophie and Jessica were merely slaves Olivier had bought, at most concubines. How could they possibly be called sisters-in-law?

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

Blumer felt a little awkward, but he still obeyed Olivier.

Sophie and Jessica had not expected Olivier to do this. Instead, they were at a loss, not knowing how to react.

"Right, Blumer, stay at home more often from now on. Let me see how well you've comprehended the Profundity of Light Speed. Staying at War God Mountain is no better than staying home. That way, I can guide your cultivation too."

Since returning, Olivier had found that Blumer still rarely stayed at the mansion and kept running off to War God Mountain. Olivier had not had time to guide his cultivation. He could not let those people at War God Mountain lead Blumer astray.

"You should go. In three days, I'll visit the War God. Come see me when you have time."

Olivier issued an order to leave, sending Blumer back to War God Mountain to report.

"My lord, it isn't appropriate for you to make Lord Blumer call us sisters-in-law. We are slaves, and you are a Saint-level expert. Only another Saint-level expert is worthy to be your wife. My sister and I only ask to remain by your side."

After Blumer left, Sophie spoke to Olivier.

On the Yulan Continent, slaves held the lowest status, especially female slaves. They were sold by slave owners and given to one another by nobles. Even if they were temporarily beautiful, they would eventually be abandoned with time. Almost no one treated a slave as an equal.

Commoners were protected, but slaves could be killed at will.

Once someone became a slave, they were branded with a slave mark. Escaping slave status was nearly impossible.

Olivier understood those rules as well.

He had no intention of changing them. When in Rome, do as the Romans did. Besides, in this world where strength reigned supreme, trying to promote equality for everyone would be madness.

Olivier merely regarded them as equals himself. He would not put on airs because of his status, nor would he treat them as slaves—especially Sophie and Jessica, who had already become his women.

"You are my women, so you are Blumer's sisters-in-law." Olivier held Sophie and Jessica and spoke gently.

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

"My lord, how could we possibly become Saint-level experts?"

Jessica questioned him. She had never believed she could become a Saint-level expert. At most, she had only fantasized about it.

"Why not? You're still young. As long as you work hard, you can definitely succeed. You have to believe in yourselves and believe in me. Later, I'll find you some good teachers."

Olivier felt that he had to make Sophie and Jessica take cultivation seriously as soon as possible, and this was the perfect opportunity to bring it up.

"Sophie, Jessica, since you are my women, I will find a way to help you become Saint-level experts. But more than that, I hope you will work hard and become Saint-level experts yourselves."

Sophie and Jessica had never possessed the heart of the strong. After becoming slaves, they had learned how to serve others and how to survive. That way of thinking had already been branded into their bones, deeply rooted and difficult to change.

"My lord, you treat us so well. We only wish to be your maids and serve you forever."

Sophie and Jessica exchanged glances. In their eyes, slaves were slaves. Before becoming slaves, they themselves had looked down on slaves as well. That was how the entire world saw things, and they knew that maintaining their current situation might be the best way for them to survive.

"All right, I give up. Do whatever you want."

Olivier felt that he had already made himself clear. Knowing how difficult it would be to change their minds, he no longer wished to discuss the matter.

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

"Ah, my lord..."

Two cries of surprise rang out, followed by enticing moans.

Those dreamlike days of passion left no trace. Not only had Olivier become addicted, Sophie and Jessica had become immersed in them as well. A harmonious sex life made for a happy life. Nourished by Olivier, Sophie and Jessica became increasingly alluring, while Olivier felt more refreshed than ever.