Transmigrated As A Stepdad In A Fantasy Doujin World

Chapter 18: 18. Quiet Morning

’A soft crimson chime sounded in the quiet of Kael’s room.

[Lust Dominion System]

[LP: 230 (+150)]

[Source: Dream Blowjob from the Stepdaughter]

Kael opened his eyes fully and stared at the floating window.

One hundred and fifty points from a single dream session.

Not bad for the first real use of Wet Dream Weaver.

His total now sat at two hundred and thirty. Still far from the stronger combat skills he wanted but enough to keep the shop options open.

He closed the window and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Between his legs his cock remained half-hard and faintly wet as if Seraphine’s saliva had followed him out of the dream.

The mark on his left palm pulsed once with residual heat then settled.

Kael rubbed his face once and spoke inside his mind.

’System, when I can use the skill again?’

[Wet Dream Weaver (Lv.1)]

[Cooldown: 12 hours remaining]

[Next use available after sufficient rest and mana recovery]

Twelve hours. He would not be able to reach into anyone’s dreams again until the following night at earliest.

Soft golden light finally slipped through the thin curtains and spilled across the wooden floor of his room.

The pale beams climbed the bed and touched Kael’s face.

He woke slowly feeling genuinely refreshed for the first time since arriving in this body. No lingering fatigue. No heavy mind. Just clean quiet energy under his skin.

He sat up and stretched once.

’Today I go to the guild and meet the Crimson Path again. Brianna and Tina already know I want to join. The other two still need convincing. After that I start training properly. No more wasting time waiting for a miracle from system which can make me overpowered as Saitama.’

Kael stood washed his face with the basin of cool water near the window and dressed in simple dark clothes that left his arms free.

He left the room and walked downstairs.

The scent of simple cooking drifted from the kitchen. Isolde stood at the counter with her back to him.

She wore only a short apron that covered the front of her body and a thin pair of panties.

Soft white skin of her bare back the curve of her waist and the lower half of her round ass showed clearly with every small movement as she stirred the pan.

Kael stepped into the kitchen.

"Good morning, love."

Isolde glanced over her shoulder. A slow smile curved her lips. Her violet eyes carried quiet amusement.

"Someone is in a good mood today. Seems my hands satisfied your desire last night, husband."

Kael returned the smile with the same obedient charm the original body had always used.

"Yes my dear. Your hand has some serious level of magic."

Inside his thoughts the truth stayed sharp and private.

’Your hands did not make my day. Your daughter’s mouth did.’

Isolde turned fully toward him still smiling and gestured toward the small table.

"Sit. Breakfast is almost ready."

Kael took a seat.

Soft footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Seraphine came down first.

She wore a loose white T-shirt that stopped at mid-thigh and a pair of short half-pants that left most of her pale legs bare.

Silver-white hair slightly messy from sleep. Crimson eyes half-lidded. She walked toward the dining table without her usual sharp expression.

The moment her gaze landed on Kael the dream flooded back without warning.

The golden chamber. The thick cock stretching her lips. The rough voice ordering her to take it deeper. The heavy flood of cum forced down her throat while she gulped for ten long seconds.

Her steps slowed for half a heartbeat.

’No. It was just a dream. This man does not have the spine to use my mouth like that.’

Kael looked up and met her crimson eyes.

Seraphine immediately dropped her gaze and sat down in her usual seat without a word.

No sharp insult. No cold remark about how weak or useless he was. She simply reached for the cup in front of her and stayed quiet.

A second set of quieter footsteps followed.

Eira appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Dual-colored hair fell forward as she kept her head lowered.

She wore a short skirt that only reached mid-thigh.

Every few steps the hem lifted just enough to show a brief flash of pale lace from her panties.

She walked to the table without speaking and sat down silently beside Seraphine eyes fixed on her empty plate.

Isolde placed plates on the table still wearing that soft knowing smile the short apron doing little to cover the soft bounce of her bare breasts as she moved.

The four of them began to eat in unusual quiet.

Morning light filled the dining room through the open window.

Outside the streets of Grayhollow were already waking with distant voices and the occasional cart rolling over cobblestones.

Isolde set her cup down and looked at Kael.

"Husband. Take Eira with you today when you go out."

Kael glanced at the timid girl who still had not raised her eyes from her plate.

Isolde continued in the same calm tone.

"She is too scared of the outside. Too timid to face even small problems on her own. She needs to start seeing the world instead of hiding inside this house all day. You can watch over her."

Kael nodded once.

"Do not worry. I will take care of her."

Isolde’s violet eyes shifted to Seraphine.

"You should go with them as well."

Seraphine’s head snapped up. The usual sharp edge returned to her voice at once.

"Why would I go with them? They are both too weak. A low-rank porter and a girl who cannot even speak properly in front of strangers. I have better things to do than waste my day following those two around."

She turned her crimson eyes toward Kael ready to continue the usual stream of cold remarks. The moment their gazes met the dream slammed back into her mind without mercy.

The same calm look he wore now was the exact look he had given her while he held her hair and used her throat.

The memory of that dominant stare made her pussy throb hard under the short half-pants. Soft heat bloomed between her thighs before she could stop it.

Seraphine’s mouth opened then closed. The sharp words she had prepared refused to come out. She looked away quickly and clicked her tongue in irritation.

"Okay. Okay. I will go with them."

The unexpected agreement left a short silence over the table.

Kael set his cup down and looked at Isolde.

"When will the other two come home? The ones at the academy. When is their vacation?"

Isolde’s expression stayed soft.

"They should return in two or three months. The central academy keeps a strict schedule. Mid-year break is the earliest they are allowed to leave the capital."

Kael nodded slowly.

In the original memories the two older daughters were already clear.

One was an elf girl with long emerald hair and quiet sharp eyes who specialized in archery with support magic.

The other was a neko girl with soft cat ears and a restless tail who preferred close combat.

Both attended the prestigious academy in the heart of the Aetherion Empire far from this border town.

They had not set foot in Grayhollow for almost a year.

Isolde returned to her food as if the matter was already settled.

Eira kept her head down.

Seraphine stared at her plate without speaking again.

Breakfast finished without further argument.

Isolde collected the empty plates still wearing only the short apron and thin panties.

Seraphine stood and walked back toward the stairs without looking at anyone. Eira remained seated for a few extra seconds before quietly following her sister.

Kael finished the last of his drink and set the cup down.

The day had already started differently from every previous morning in this house.

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