Chapter 146: Chapter 146

“Hoh, he got you right back! Hahahaha!” Kasine, a little tipsy, burst out laughing, and the others joined in.

“Grow up first, kiddo. You can’t be looking at your Master like that when you’re not even of age yet…” Leona muttered embarrassedly before joining in the laughter.

“So, it’s eighteen now?” Lucy asked, tilting her head slightly, one ear down, another up, but Sokram didn’t answer aloud.

But in his heart, he told himself, ‘Hopefully Fifty, but why not more, right, my Heart?’

Hannah's shadow fell over him.

Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes, she moved with a predator's grace, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, “Naughty boy.”

“Sometimes I think you can hear my thoughts, you know?” Sokram smiled, feeling the warmth of the embrace.

“Who says I can’t?” Hannah teased, nuzzling against his ear, only to release him right after.

Turning to the others, she called, “Guys, Alain said there’s another batch of steaks and ribs ready.”

For the rest of that night, Sokram and his family repeated the same pattern, drinking, eating, and joking around.

Sokram's, now five, girls kept taking turns serving him food and drinks.

Sometimes Riella would join them, testing the waters under Margiory’s subtle suggestions.

Seeing that Sokram never refused her, the women were all sure that she was the one.

Laughter and the clinking of mugs carried them into the last nightly hour before dawn.

The following day, Sokram woke to a skull-splitting headache pounding behind his eyes, beating in time with his pulse.

His mouth was as arid as sand, and his tongue felt like sandpaper, with a hint of mint.

Worse, he wasn't in his own room.

Instead, he was in his mothers’ room.

Flashes of the previous night flooded his mind, and his eyes widened as he muttered, “By Aetherium!”

Feeling him stir, Hilda and Miralyn, who were lying over his chest, woke as well.

“Good morning, Mr. Grey Dragon! Haha!” Miralyn joked, her voice a husky, sleep-rough texture against the quiet of the room.

Sokram looked at them, not remembering how he ended up there.

Seeing his confused face, Hilda joked, “I’m never letting you drink with Kamus and Leona again. They said it was just going to be a sip or two, but you drank a whole barrel of that Troll’s Blood Liquor.”

“Did I go too crazy?” Sokram closed his eyes full of regret.

“No, you just started muttering feverishly about reaching the Star Palace and adding Nhiria and a few Paragons to your harem. You appear so focused on evolution most of the time, but that’s quite the untamed, ambitious heart you hide, isn’t it, son?”

Miralyn’s nails traced lazy spirals across his chest, the playful scrape snapping him from his daze.

As she tickled him and he pretended to struggle, he felt that he was almost naked.

The memories of him throwing up and being bathed by his mothers rushed back into his mind.

“Sorry for the mess I made.” Sokram shut his eyes again, wincing with overwhelming embarrassment.

But it was Hilda’s turn to tease him, “Well, Hannah said that you are still growing, but I can only say… Nice!”

And winked at him, making Sokram even more flustered.

“Right, we and the rest of his harem will be quite… well served, haha,” Miralyn joked, joining Hilda in teasing him.

“If he keeps growing like that, it can become… quite the hassle, haha.” Hilda doubled down.

“Yeah, it will be hard at first, but I’m sure we can handle ALL that, haha.” Miralyn grinned, seeing Sokram's expression.

“Come on, really?” Sokram whined, trying to get up.

But Hilda and Miralyn pinned him there, and Miralyn told him, “No, no. We took care of you all night. The least we deserve is some morning cuddles and some laughter.”

“Yes, besides, it was quite hard to sleep with such a big dragon trying to take flight all night long and poking us left and right. Right, my elven flower?” Hilda continued to tease.

“Right, my love. Quite hard indeed, but big is an understatement; it was a huge struggle having him spooning and groping as he wished. We should get some compensation, right?”

Miralyn answered Hilda as her fingers slowly, deliberately traced down the valley of his chest, lingering briefly over his firm abs, before finally stopping just below his belly button.

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And saying that, Hilda and Miralyn hugged him tightly, stopping the teasing but beginning the torture.

With them barely clothed under the thin sheets, their voluptuous forms molded against his body, Sokram could only helplessly surrender, profoundly grateful his Draconic Frenzy had yet to trigger.

“This is so nice.” Hilda muttered, hearing his heartbeat, “Remember when you were little and you used to lie over me with your head on my chest? You used to say you loved the music my heart made when you hugged me.”

“Quite cheesy, I know.” Sokram chuckled, remembering exactly to which moments she was referring.

“Not cheesy, it was cute. But now I can understand, I love the music of your heart too.”

Hilda told him before kissing his chin.

“I also liked when you would sit on my lap, not letting me leave until you finished reading your books. You would say, ‘Mira, your chest is the best pillow.’ To think you were pretending not to know that I was also your mother.”

Sokram closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, but then more flashes of the previous night invaded his mind.

“Damn, did I truly pull Lucille’s tail while hugging her on my lap?”

Sokram muttered more to himself out of regret, but Hilda still answered.

“Yes, but she didn’t mind. She even began making out with you right there. And it wasn’t just her…”

“Did I disrespect any of the girls?” Sokram became truly worried.

But Miralyn tried to calm him, “Don’t worry, though you became quite daring, I doubt any of the girls felt… disrespected. I would say no one will complain about it today.”

“Yes, I agree. Neither of us will.”

Hearing Hilda's words, Sokram's mind flashed back to the chill of the kitchen tiles against his hand on Hilda's back, contrasting the heat between them clashing as Sokram pressed her closer.

The sharp scent of spices mingled with her perfume as he pushed her against the wall.

He remembered the dizzying heat of the kiss until Miralyn's amused voice broke the spell, only for him to lunge for her, initiating a fevered turn-taking until Hannah's hand gripped his shoulder and pulled them apart.

“Oh… Nether…” Sokram muttered, but they only tightened their grip on him.

“Don’t worry, that only showed us how much you’re truly holding back from us.”

Miralyn smiled, nuzzling into his neck, “But you’re quite a good kisser, haha.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure Savannah, Astrid, Lucy, Amber, Sayuri, Karini, Leona, Margiory, Hannah, Cecille, Madalyn, and even Liaranna and Mom will agree with us on that, hahaha.” Hilda couldn’t help but tease him.

“But you might have to apologize to Riella, you tried to make her sing to you after kissing her, good thing she had quite the strong self-control.”

“Damn…” Sokram closed his eyes again, but this time he was utterly embarrassed.

“But you making out with Moira on the living room couch… that was something else. Moira got so into it that if Hannah had not dragged you away… Oh, right, it was because of Hannah that you threw up; she forced you to drink water with vinegar.”

Miralyn added, not truly teasing, but her tone was quite amused as she told him that.

“But Leia and Cassandra got quite pissed, Karini forced them to take the twins back to the palace once you started becoming… flirty, haha.”

Hilda couldn’t help but find it amusing that his first drunken tale was about how he kissed nearly every woman in his house.

“So the only one I have to apologize to is Riella. Are you sure you’re not offended?” Sokram asked, still worried.

“Heh, you were acting so cocky with Leona before, telling me you don’t have a choice. And now you’re worried?”

Hilda poked his chest, speaking very close to his ear, before biting his earlobe, teasing him. “No, dear. In fact, Mommy here is quite flattered that you came after me first.”

“Alright then, but I doubt Nana Hannah would let Grandmaster and Master leave without a scolding, right?”

At that, Miralyn and Hilda burst out laughing.

Then, Miralyn told him, “She forced them to kneel facing the wall, until they became sober, and Kasine helped her while mocking them.”

“Oh, damn…” Sokram couldn’t help but feel bad for his drinking buddies.

“Quite the first drunken tale you have now, dear.” Hilda lay her head back over his chest.

Her eyes met Miralyn’s, and they pecked each other’s lips while enjoying the comfort and warmth of his chest.

And they lazed like that for a while, until Brunhild poked her head into the room and, seeing that both Sokram and Miralyn were awake, she entered the room.

“So you’re up already, hm? Mr. Lightning Kisser.”

Hearing that, Sokram's stomach clenched.

He saw the gleeful, unrestrained mirth in Hilda's and Miralyn’s eyes, and he knew the nickname was going to stick like dragon-glue.

They laughed hard, even more than when they were telling him about his wild night.

“Thank Hannah and Lucy for the nickname, they kept repeating ‘wow, his kisses are so electrifying,’ and yada-yada. And next time you kiss my girl, ask first, and kiss me first too, haha.”

Brunhild joked, and Sokram could only bury his face in his palms, a wry smile clinging to his lips, utterly mortified.

“Breakfast is ready, we’re waiting for you downstairs.” Brunhild left, and Hilda and Miralyn were still laughing.

And Sokram couldn’t do much besides laughing along with them.

When they got downstairs, Sokram saw that, aside from Kamus, Kasine, and Leona’s daughters, the others were all there.

The table was packed, with only three seats available.

Astrid was the first to greet him.

She stormed toward him and, before he could brace himself, delivered a playful, yet firm kiss, full on the lips, then backed away with a wide, unapologetic smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Lightning Kisser.”

The sound of laughter rippled through the dining hall, overlapping with the scrape of plates and the clatter of mugs.

Sokram strode forward, greeting each of them with a good morning peck on the lips, stopping only on Riella, but even before he could start apologizing, she told him:

“One day, I’ll sing for you, but before that, you need to be old enough to handle it.”

She pecked at his lips and pushed toward the next girl.

For the first time in this timeline, sitting at the head of the table, Sokram felt the weight and wonder of a true Draconic Patriarch living among his blossoming harem.

He didn’t see Madalyn, though, but as if on cue, she came from the kitchen with a plate of fried pork belly and a jar of juice.

Seeing that there was no seat left, she marched straight to Sokram.

Her brow was furrowed, and her mouth was set in a firm line, a convincing display of sternness.

Sokram, feeling awkward under her gaze, opened his mouth to apologize.

Instead, Madalyn shoved a piece of pork belly into his mouth and sat on his lap.

“Well, no one said anything; I guess the best seat in the house is mine then. Want more?”

Sokram thought she was offering the pork belly and nodded after swallowing the salty, crisp bite.

Instead, Madalyn leaned forward swiftly, silencing his reply with a firm kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Madalyn’s hand gripped his chin, forcing his gaze upward to meet hers in a brief, soft warning, with a commanding undertone.

“There, you stole it last night; I stole it back today. Next time, ask first. Though, since it was one of the best kisses I’ve ever had, you can surprise me like that from time to time.”

The girls laughed once more, the mood was joyful, and Astrid added jokingly, “But seriously, you should be thanking me for him being such a good kisser.”

A few of the girls giggled, but Miralyn and Hilda exchanged a knowing, mildly bitter glance, their lips thinning ever so slightly.

Sokram replied, “So that means you were lying when you said I was a natural-born kisser?”

But once the words came out of his mouth, it was too late.

“The Natural Born Kisser, The Kissing Blade, the Lightning Kisser!” Amber shouted, her voice ringing with mock gravity.

The entire table erupted in a symphony of laughter and giggles.

Not even Sokram himself could hold back.

For the rest of the breakfast and morning, the mood remained the same, the house full of women joking around about Sokram’s wild night.

Sokram managed to escape them once the afternoon arrived and returned to his lab.

He would have stayed with them, enjoying the good vibe of the after-party.

But after weeks of preparation, he was ready, yet very anxious to start the trials on his test subjects.