Family Stealing System: your wife, mother, sister, all mine now!
Chapter 33: Kiss of Satisfaction!

Chapter 33: Kiss of Satisfaction!

"I wonder what Jia and Mia would think if they saw this," she said.

"I’d say they’d be glad I came to save their mother."

"That is true."

She stepped closer. Her burgundy outer robe slipped another inch, baring the elegant line of her shoulder entirely, and she didn’t bother to fix it this time.

She was tired—tired of being alone, tired of waiting for death, tired of pretending she didn’t miss the feeling of being wanted by someone who wasn’t trying to kill her.

Her hand rose to his cheek.

Her palm was cool against his skin, the fingers that had stroked guqin strings and replaced broken tuning pegs now tracing the line of his jaw with a gentleness that surprised them both.

"There," she said. "A dying man’s last request."

She kissed him.

Her lips were softer than he’d imagined—softer than they had any right to be after everything she’d just done with them—and they moved against his with a slow, deliberate pressure that was nothing like the tentative suckling of moments before.

Kian’s hand found her waist, pulling her closer.

The burgundy robe slipped further, and this time he felt the warmth of her bare breast against his palm, the smoothness of skin.

She made a small sound against his mouth—not protest, not quite pleasure, something in the narrow space between—and her fingers curled into the fabric of his indigo robe.

Her tongue met his, and the taste of her was mint and something darker.

The Blood Demon Eyes flickered behind her closed lids, a soft crimson pulse that Kian could see even through the darkness of his own shut eyes. He deepened the kiss, and she let him. Her body pressed against his chest, the thin silk of her inner robe doing nothing to hide the curves beneath.

One of his hands slid up her spine, counting vertebrae through the fabric, and she arched into the touch like a bow being drawn.

When they broke apart, both breathing harder than cultivators of their level should have been, Hua Feimei was no longer so distant.

"If we die here," she said, her voice husky, "it won’t be a bad death"

"Agreed." Kian’s grin was wolfish. "But I can’t die here."

He leaned down for another kiss and they both fell into a rhythm of deeper and deeper kisses.

"Wh-what?!"

A sound cut through the villa’s stillness—not the drip of water or the rustle of plum blossoms, but the deliberate crunch of footsteps on the stone path.

The gate creaked.

Hua Feimei’s hand tightened on Kian’s chest, her nails digging in through the silk, and the softness in her eyes hardened to something ancient and ready.

"He’s here," she whispered.

"I see him," he said as he continued kissing her.

Hua Shulong entered the room, finding his mother fixing her clothes and looking away. She did not face him, instead, just closing her eyes.

Kian turned at last, his arm still draped around Hua Feimei’s waist, and faced the young man in the doorway.

Hua Shulong looked exactly as he had in the restaurant—red eyes, rosy lips, the kind of face that made you forget he was a murderer until you noticed the insects crawling in his shadow.

"Mother," Hua Shulong said, his voice silk over a blade. "I see you’ve been entertaining."

Though his face was calm, his heart was anything but.

According to his information, Kian had only been with his mother for a brief half an hour. How did it evolve to this in such a short time?

"Your guest was very persuasive." Hua Feimei’s voice could have cut stone.

She made no move to step away from Kian, and that more than anything made her son’s expression flicker—just for an instant, a crack in the porcelain mask.

Kian let go of her after giving her forehead a small kiss.

"Let me finish this fight first."

A blue sword materialized itself in his hand.

A similar red sword materialized in Hua Shulong’s hand.

Kian said: "A grieving son discovering his mother murdered by a degenerate outer disciple. The elders would have praised your filial piety. With that behind you, even getting your sisters back wouldn’t be hard. Though you might not even need them anymore."

Hua Shulong scoffed.

"But now?" Kian asked. "Do you still confident of defeating me? Or did my hands inside your mother’s clothes terrify you?"

Hua Shulong’s hand rose to the jade pendant at his neck almost by instinct. The stone pulsed once, a sickly green light that cast no shadows but made the air taste like copper.

Then, he let go of it and scoffed.

"Blood bugs, attack him!"

"Now I’ll enjoy it."

The bugs came first—a tide of black chitin pouring from the folds of Hua Shulong’s robes.

For any Rank 4, this was an incredibly devastating attack they could not possibly hope to escape.

They moved like oil, like a single organism with a thousand legs, and their mandibles clicked together in a rhythm that almost sounded like laughter.

A set of armor, almost a layer of second skin, appeared across Kian’s body.

It blocked all avenues of danger for himself.

Then, without stopping, he created a dome of Qi for Hua Feimei.

Protected inside it, Feimei looked at the battle outside through the transparent dome.

Her eyes widened.

A transparent dome, a full set of armor!

"Fifth stage?!" Hua Shulong exclaimed. "At your age? Impossible."

"Nothing is impossible."

"Damnit! Why can’t you all let me do whatever I want?!! Master Fang Ping, kill these cremlins!"

"One thing goes wrong and baby boy has already run calling for his uncle!"

Kian’s battle armor erupted across his skin in a cascade of blue-white scales, and he smiled. "Your mother’s eyes are really something."

Kian activated Sucking Hero.

The Blood Demon Eyes made the world slower, and in his sight, he saw a manifesting spirit. The pendant’s spirit was already manifesting—a wisp of green smoke coalescing into a shape that had once been human.

Three breaths. That was all it had.

Hua Shulong’s mask shattered entirely. "Blood demon eyes? You—"

Red pupils turned in Kian’s eyes and he stared straight at the master.