The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Azriel’s violet eyes swept over her long, toned legs before tracking back up to her dangerous, amused golden gaze.

’Sorry, Rose...’ Azriel thought, a wave of heat surging low in his gut as a wicked smirk touched his lips. ’I don’t think I’m going to resist at all if this woman decides to flirt with me.’

Before taking another step, he mentally invoked his Soul Eye, capturing a crisp, high-definition snapshot of Vesperia’s lethal, curvaceous figure.

He captured another shot of his own side-profile, expertly merging them into a high-hype thumbnail with a quick edit on his interface.

Slapping on the title [TRAINING WITH THE OVERLORD MOTHER-IN-LAW], he booted up the stream broadcast.

Using his Mental Stream Link skill, his inner voice broadcasted directly into the minds of tens of thousands of divine viewers:

’Yo, bitches!’

He delivered his signature opening without missing a beat, then casually briefing the stream on everything that had happened before, like a precap, the Sovereign threat, the Ancient Beast Academy, and his hellish month of dual-training he was going to go under both Rosalind and her mother.

’So for the next thirty days, I’m under their complete supervision,’ Azriel projected mentally, a dark, thrill-seeking smirk playing on his face.

’And right now... it’s time for the Vesperia’s class.’

With a subtle mental command, he shifted the floating Soul Eye camera to pan smoothly over Vesperia, letting his broadcast view her in all her glory.

Vesperia was leaning lazily against a massive, steel-bound weapon rack in the center of the arena, resting a dark obsidian kusarigama casually across her shoulder.

As she caught sight of Azriel stepping onto the dirt floor, her golden eyes glinted with sharp, predatory amusement.

She took him in from head to toe, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and the firm, athletic build outlined beneath his white tee.

"Took you long enough, boy," Vesperia’s rich, velvety voice echoed across the open space, carrying a dark, purring resonance that vibrated straight through his chest.

"I was beginning to think my dear daughter dragged you back into her bed to drain you dry before I could even get my hands on you."

She stretched her arms above her head without a shred of modesty.

The movement pulled her tight white tank top taut across her massive chest, emphasizing her absurd cleavage and exposing a glimpse of her smooth, toned midriff.

"Well?" Vesperia purred, dropping her arms to rest her hands on her wide, curvaceous hips. Her feline ears twitched with playful mischief.

"Are you ready to see what a true Overlord can do, or are you just going to stand there staring at my body all day?"

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): HE STARTED THE STREAM JUST IN TIME FOR THE OVERLORD MILF?! GOD BLESS THIS CHANNEL!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): She is so thick!! How do her leggings even hold all that!?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Master of All Weapons... in more ways than one.

[Void_Stalker_X] (White): LOOK AT HER! Vesperia in her prime form is absolute perfection! Rose warned him, and he’s already throwing away all restraint in his thoughts!

[Boundless_Slacker] (Red): Look at his face! Bro’s eyes are practically screaming that he’s going to flirt right back the second she makes a move.

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): Right?! Rose is 100% going to end up sharing her man with both her mother AND her daughter! Hahaha!

Azriel’s violet eyes met Vesperia’s golden gaze head-on.

While his mind had appreciated her stunning appearance, he quickly reined in his thoughts, maintaining a grounded, respectful posture.

Azriel didn’t let the breathtaking view cloud his judgment.

He had conquered the Duchess, but standing before an Overlord powerhouse was a completely different ballgame.

In a world where matriarchs held the absolute reins of power, arrogance without strength was just a speed run to a quick death.

He had no intention of submitting to any woman, but basic respect and tact were his strongest shields until he gained enough raw power to reshape the rules himself.

"It’s hard not to look when the Master of All Weapons presents herself so grandly," Azriel replied smoothly, offering a respectful, composed bow.

"I’m ready whenever you are, Senior Vesperia. I’m here to learn."

Vesperia’s golden eyes sparkled with genuine surprise.

Ever since Azriel had arrived at the estate and spent more time around Rosalind, Vesperia had been keeping a close eye on him.

She knew this boy was fundamentally different from the submissive, timid men of Tartarus.

He carried a distinct glint in his eyes, a complete refusal to view himself as lesser than any woman.

Given how quickly he had taken charge with Rosalind, Vesperia fully expected him to strut into the arena with that same cocky, overly dominant attitude toward her.

Instead, he met her with a sharp, grounded respect, striking a flawless balance between polite composure and quiet confidence.

He didn’t bow his head out of fear, nor did he puff his chest out of arrogance.

Watching him stand his ground so gracefully, Vesperia felt the embers of her curiosity flare into a sudden, deep intrigue.

Her interest in her daughter’s lover grew exponentially in that single second.

"Senior, is it?" Vesperia purred, taking a slow step toward him.

Her hips swayed with hypnotic grace, her massive chest shifting softly under the tight tank top.

"Such a polite young man... Though, considering how thoroughly you took care of my daughter last night, ’Mother-in-law’ might sound a little more intimate, don’t you think?"

Azriel didn’t flinch. He casually brushed a strand of dark hair from his forehead, effortlessly dodging the bait.

"Let’s stick to Senior for now, unless you want Rosalind barging down here to burn the training ground to the ground."

Vesperia let out a rich, melodic laugh, the dangerous tension in the air instantly melting away into a relaxed atmosphere.

"Smart boy. You know how to tread the line."

With a flick of her wrist, a heavy bundle of folded black material materialized in midair and flew toward him.

Azriel caught it cleanly in his arms.

"Put those on," Vesperia instructed, resting her hands back on her wide hips.

"That is reinforced training gear. Whenever you train with me, you’ll be wearing it."

Azriel glanced around the arena and spotted a heavy wooden door tucked against the far stone wall.

Recognizing it as a changing room, he nodded to her and walked over, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The changing room was simple, a wooden bench, a large mirror, and a few racks.

Azriel set the black gear down on the bench, peeled off his oversized blue jeans, and pulled his white tee over his head, exposing his razor-sharp abs and broad, defined chest.

Reaching down, he slid off his briefs, stripping completely naked to slip into the training gear.

Wuuush—

The air in the quiet room suddenly trembled, a ripple of silver aether bending the space right behind him.

Azriel didn’t even have time to turn around before a sharp, low whistle echoed off the wooden walls.

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