The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

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.

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

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

"Well, well, well..." Vesperia’s velvety voice purred lazily from the threshold.

She leaned back against the frame, her golden eyes dropping straight down to his lower half, unashamedly drinking in the impressive, full length of his shaft.

"Now I see why my daughter was screaming her lungs out all night," she murmured, a wicked glint flashing in her gaze as her eyes lingered with genuine interest and surprise.

"The House of Bastet really caught a dragon."

Azriel didn’t panic, blush, or frantically scramble to cover himself like a timid boy.

He simply held her gaze, his expression completely unbothered as she met his violet eyes and offered a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, don’t mind me," Vesperia added smoothly, gesturing for him to continue.

"Keep changing. I was just terribly curious, that’s all."

While keeping a stone-cold composure on the outside, Azriel mentally transmitted his inner monologue directly to his stream link:

’What kind of horny bitch is she? Literally barging in to check out her own daughter’s partner like it’s a casual Sunday.’

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): BRO DIDN’T EVEN COVER UP!! THE ABSOLUTE CHAD COMPOSURE!!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Vesperia barging in without knocking AGAIN! She is utterly shameless and I LOVE IT!

[Ice_Witch_Lyra] (White): Vesperia has ZERO chill!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Can you blame her? An Overlord knows top-tier quality when she sees it.

Boundless_Slacker] (Red): What kind of horny bitch is she?’, I am dying of laughter at his thoughts!!!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Heh, that’s literally just a sleeping dragon! I can’t wait to see her face when she witnesses the soaring dragon in action!

[Shy_Angel_123] (Red): Honestly... I was on the fence about getting his exclusive VIP tier, but after catching a glance of that... yeah, I’m subbing right now.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Just buy it already! The content is top-tier, I literally cum buckets over his exclusive streams every single broadcast

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Shameless simps, all of you.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Fuck off, Crimson bitch! Nobody asked for your pure-maiden opinion!

Maintaining his cool, unruffled composure, Azriel casually picked up the skin-tight black training trousers and stepped into them, pulling them smoothly over his waist before sliding into the matching long-sleeve compression top.

Vesperia raised a silver eyebrow, her golden eyes glinting with clear appreciation for his utter nonchalance.

She watched as he pulled on the sleek, high-grip training boots, followed by the four heavy metallic bands, fastening one securely onto each wrist and ankle.

Despite how deceptively thin and lightweight the suit appeared, every inch of the high-density material possessed a staggering, unnatural weight, and that was before the gravity runes on the metallic bands were even activated.

The skin-tight suit hugged every sculpted contour of his physique, perfectly accentuating his broad shoulders, razor-sharp V-taper, and powerful legs.

Azriel rolled his shoulders, feeling the heavy, crushing strain of the gravity gear kick in, before turning to face her with a relaxed smirk.

"Satisfied with the preview, Mother-in-law~" Azriel asked, his violet eyes glinting with dry amusement.

"Should we actually get to training?"

Vesperia’s lips curved into a wide, intoxicating smile.

Step by slow step, she closed the distance between them until her massive, absurdly soft chest pressed lightly against his chest.

A unique, intoxicating scent wafted off her, a rich, hypnotic blend of burnt ash and lingering smoke.

"Oh, I really like you, Azriel," she whispered near his ear, her golden eyes flashing with a thrilling spark of dark amusement.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and strutted back out toward the sunlit arena.

Azriel followed right behind her.

With every rhythmic step she took, her outrageously thick, round ass jiggled mesmerizingly, her tight white leggings stretching to their absolute limit with every sway of her hips, giving his eyes an unobstructed, top-tier view.

’Rose...’ Azriel thought with a quiet inner chuckle, subtly adjusting his semi-hard dick, as he stepped back out into the open arena. ’Your mother really is something else.’

Stepping into the center of the vast, dirt-packed arena, Vesperia came to a halt and turned to face him.

The loose sand swirled gently around her high-performance boots.

Azriel stopped a few paces away, crossing his arms with an easy, relaxed posture as he looked into her shimmering golden eyes.

Then, Vesperia’s expression shifted.

The playful, flirtatious smirk that had painted her lips in the changing room vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, calculating glint.

With a lazy flick of her slender fingers, a dark purple rune flared to life in the air before her.

CLANG—!

In a fraction of a second, the four metallic bands on Azriel’s wrists and ankles hummed with an ominous, violet light.

An appalling, staggering surge of gravity slammed down onto his entire body like the collapse of an entire mountain range.

"Ugh—!"

Before Azriel could even attempt to brace his core, his knees buckled violently.

The raw, crushing momentum slammed him face-first into the dirt floor, sending up a massive cloud of dust.

The earth beneath him cracked under the localized pressure, pinning his chest to the ground as every muscle in his back screamed under the brutal force.

His lungs gasped for air, his ribs feeling as though they were locked in an iron vise.

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