Chapter 810: Kitsura Amara

Vrasha returned to her hut—larger than most in the tribe, its walls draped with the spoils of her hunts. The interior was adorned with the pelts, claws, and fangs of magical beasts she had slain, their mounted heads glaring down like silent witnesses to her victories.

In the Ogre Tribe, such trophies were a mark of honor. The more heads an ogre displayed, the greater their respect. By that measure, Vrasha’s hut practically screamed dominance.

She sat cross-legged on a thick tiger hide laid across the floor. The pelt served as both carpet and bed, its softness a rare luxury.

"Those idiots," she muttered, a cold snort escaping her. "Do they really think I won’t find a man stronger than me? Ridiculous."

Her fingers tightened as she reached for her cooking supplies. "I should’ve crushed their pride for saying such nonsense... next time, I won’t be so merciful. They’ll choke on their words."

With that simmering fury in her eyes, she started a fire and cooked her meal in silence.

When she finished, she pulled out a fresh set of clothes and stepped outside, heading toward the river. A nightly bath before sleep was her routine—it kept her mind sharp, her body clean, and her spirit ready for the next day’s training.

On the path, something caught her eye—a flyer lying in the dirt. She stooped to pick it up, scanning the bold letters. Unlike most of her kin, Vrasha could read fluently, and her sharp gaze moved quickly across the words.

A slow grin spread across her lips.

"Hahaha... interesting. Another strong female, huh? I’d like to meet her someday—see if her bite matches her bark."

She laughed, tossing the flyer aside before continuing toward the river.

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Far away, in a mist-shrouded village, a woman reclined on a lavish cushion, her posture one of deliberate seduction. She had a slender frame, fox ears in place of human ones, and nine long, luxuriant tails that swayed behind her. Each movement of her tails betrayed her mood—now calm, now playful, now dangerous.

"Fufu~ That girl, Mireya, has grown quite strong... just like her mother, Valeryan," she murmured, lips curling into a sly grin as she read the same flyer.

Every motion she made was calculated and alluring; even the way she held the paper dripped with temptation. No ordinary man would survive her presence unscathed.

"Hnnn~ Kaelrath... that arrogant bastard finally got a taste of his own medicine." Kitsura’s voice was low, tinged with satisfaction as she shifted languidly on the cushion, a soft, almost teasing moan slipping past her lips. "I wonder what condition he’s in now..."

She was Kitsura Amara, Queen of the Misty Fox Village—better known as the Moonlight Fox Queen. The title suited her perfectly, a reflection of her ethereal beauty and the dangerous allure she wielded like a weapon.

"Should I give her a surprise visit?" she mused, rolling gracefully onto her side. "The last time I saw her, she was just a teenager. Now... she’s a queen. I’d like to see just how much she’s grown."

Her smile shifted, sharper now. "As for Kaelrath... he won’t let what Mireya did go unanswered. That kind of humiliation stains the soul. He’ll come for revenge."

Her amber eyes flicked toward the door. "Maria. Prepare a bath—I want to relax. And ready a carriage. I’m going to visit someone... important."

"As you wish, My Lady," came Maria’s voice from beyond the door, followed by the fading rhythm of footsteps.

Once the servant was gone, Kitsura rose. Each movement was unhurried, flowing, and impossibly graceful—though the effect was far from innocent. She adjusted her robes with deliberate care, her every step imbued with quiet seduction.

"It’s time I met that girl," she murmured, lips curling into a sly grin. "I wonder how she’ll react to my sudden appearance in her palace."

—

Meanwhile, the Elven Kingdom had regained its splendor. With the craftsmanship of the dwarves, the scars of war were gone—streets rebuilt, palaces repaired, and markets thriving once more.

Vendors lined the roads, magic lamps bathed the city in warm light, and newly constructed homes gave shelter to those displaced by the Holy Church’s cruelty. Former slaves now had work, a means to rebuild their lives, and hope for a future without chains.

The people, especially those once bound in servitude, walked with their heads held high again. For the first time in years, the air of the kingdom was not heavy with fear—but with possibility.

Inside the palace gardens, Yuan oversaw his women’s training, moving between them like a patient but demanding instructor. Today his focus was on Angela and Aisha—the ones still trailing behind the others.

The Beast Continent was no place for the weak. Hidden dangers lurked everywhere, and if they couldn’t defend themselves, they’d become burdens—not just to him, but to the group as a whole.

"Are we done yet? I’m drenched." Aisha grimaced at the sheen of sweat covering her skin, wrinkling her nose at her own odor.

"Alright, we’ll stop here," Yuan said at last. They’d been at it for nearly three hours, and both women—newly stepped into the Spirit Warrior realm—were swaying from exhaustion.

Over the past few days, he’d taught them advanced techniques, including the Divine Body and Soul Merging Sutra, a powerful art that allowed his wives to merge into one another—or even all into a single being. They’d also absorbed several martial techniques, learning them far faster than most would dare expect.

After training, the group retreated to Mireya’s private hot spring—a ritual by now. Steam curled around them, carrying away fatigue as the soothing warmth seeped into their bones. The water’s gentle heat quieted the mind, melting away tension until all that remained was a languid comfort.

Later, Yuan spent several hours dual-cultivating with Angela, Aisha, and Vanessa, helping them catch up to the others. Miss Zara and Little Zoe, meanwhile, received Spirit Crystals or Monster Cores to aid their growth—less immediate than dual cultivation, but still potent.

Since arriving in the Elven Kingdom, Yuan had grown noticeably closer to Miss Zara. They often spoke alone in quiet corners of the palace, their conversations lingering just on the edge of something more. Everyone noticed—but no one commented.

In truth, they all wanted Zara to become his woman. Even Little Zoe teased her mother about it, though Zara always brushed it off with a calm face... even if her silence said more than she intended.

Sometime later, Yuan and his wives stepped into Mireya’s grand bedroom. The space was vast, with little furniture aside from a desk by the window and an enormous bed dominating the center.

Without hesitation, Valeria stripped completely, a wide grin spreading across her face as she pushed Yuan back onto the bed and kissed him with hungry passion.

"Tonight, I won’t let you sleep until you’ve satisfied me," she whispered into his ear, sliding his clothes off piece by piece.

"Aren’t you exhausted from training?" Yuan asked with a wry smile, glancing toward the others—only to find them undressing as well.

’I’m dead... they’re going to drain me dry,’ he thought in panic.

Anna and Grace climbed onto the bed, eyes smoldering, lips curling in seductive grins. Anna licked her lips before leaning in. "We’ll make sure you can’t get up tomorrow, darling," she teased, kissing him deeply.

Grace followed, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss before pulling back with a wicked smile. "You’ve been busy with our mother and sister... neglecting us. This is your punishment." She kissed him again, her tone dripping with mock cruelty.

Yuan felt the warm dampness of Grace’s milk seeping onto his chest, but there was no escape. He was surrounded—cornered by his insatiable wives.

’I’m not sure I’ll survive the night...’ he thought, exhaling in resignation as he surrendered to his fate.

Angela, Aisha, and Vanessa hesitated at first to strip in front of so many others. But knowing such moments would happen often from now on, they finally shed their clothes and joined Anna and the rest on the bed.

"I’ve missed this kind of intimacy for so long. You’re so cruel, dear!" Lily pouted, puffing her cheeks and glaring at him.

"I’m sorry for that, Big Sis. Let’s make up now," Yuan said softly, pulling her close and kissing her lips.

Lily’s anger melted instantly. She clung to him, and the kiss deepened quickly, becoming intense and heated. She wrapped her arms around him, unwilling to let go now that she had this chance to be close.

Yuan sighed quietly, feeling her raw emotions, and embraced her tighter, pulling her against his chest.

When Lily was finally satisfied, she released him, reluctantly allowing the others their turn.

Sylvia stepped in next, hugging him and pressing his face into the softness of her chest. She looked down at him with a smoldering smile.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Yuan. I’m going to savor every second," she murmured.

With that, she captured his lips, the kiss quickly becoming passionate as soft moans escaped her.

One by one, the others took their turns sharing deep kisses with him, until the room was filled with lewd, seductive sounds.