Tima the Creator God's Overlord Journey

"Um, it's already finished." Aya broke the awkward silence.

"Huh? It worked?"

"Mm, it worked."

Preya was a little dumbfounded. Super-tier magic was an ultimate skill that she could not use, one that only the strongest beings in their minds, like Aya, could wield.

And it was just done like that? Not even a tiny spark appeared?

Why did this super-tier magic have such underwhelming effects...

"That's it?"

"That's it. It should already be growing over at the Temple of Life. In ten hours, you'll be able to meet your sister." Aya yawned. "Ah, I'm so sleepy."

It seemed the 'fatigue' debuff inflicted after activating [Sea of Life] had not been removed.

"I want to sleep..."

"Mother, please brush your teeth properly before going to bed," Preya said seriously.

"A cleaning spell... will do..." Her voice grew softer and softer as Aya fell stiffly onto the sofa.

"Little sister." Camellia sighed.

"Understood, Sister." Preya exchanged a glance with her sister, then—

The two pounced on her together.

"Wait, wait, I'll go brush my teeth! Don't tickle me there—hahaha, that tickles! I was wrong! I'll never pretend to be asleep again!"

The next morning.

"Mm, let me sleep a little longer." Feeling someone shaking her shoulder, Aya twisted her body and muttered.

"Mommy~ Time to get up."

"ZZZ..."

"Oh my, still not getting up? In that case..." The girl licked her pink lips and leaned in, blowing a breath into Aya's ear.

The warm, moist airflow made Aya frown. The girl covered her mouth and giggled twice, then bent down and took Aya's ear into her mouth.

"Mm, ah, ah, eek, mm, don't, it feels so strange..." Waves of electric current seemed to pass through her entire body, bringing a mysterious stimulating sensation. At last, Aya opened her eyes.

Then she sharply inhaled.

A girl with long purplish-red hair, two long black horns, and small black wings on her back was sitting atop Aya, roughly around her abdomen.

The girl's features looked very similar to Aya's, but carried a few more seductive undertones. Her crimson starry eyes in particular were not exaggeratingly described as soul-stealing.

"G-Good morning."

"Good morning, Mommy. Would you like a good-morning kiss?"

Suddenly, the door was knocked open. Camellia and Preya stood outside, both pairs of eyes practically spitting fire.