Ryu froze.
Ailsa clung limply to his body, her frame pressed against him. Her mind was too hazy to think of anything else. She could only vaguely feel that something had changed, almost as though they were being peeped on. But, she was too intoxicated to feel embarrassed.
Ryu gazed toward Ailsa, his mind flickering back and forth between her and the hazy feeling hovering around his soul.
'Elena?'
Ryu felt like an idiot. He actually hadn't considered something like this happening at all.
No matter how open Elena was to him having other women, how would you feel if the first time you heard word of your husband in 900 million years he was plowing into another woman? There was definitely a limit to how open minded a person could be.
Ryu only managed to calm himself after he realized how fuzzy the connection was. It was impossible for Elena to tell exactly what he was doing, let alone communicate with him. But, it didn't take a genius for her to understand what must be happening right now.
The only way for two souls to come together was by the exchange of yin and yang. It was a simple deduction for Elena to understand what Ryu must be doing at this exact moment.
Still, understanding and witnessing were two completely different things. If the first time Elena saw Ryu after so long, he was lying in the embrace of another woman, he wouldn't blame her for not speaking with him for a long while.
Just as Ryu was still worrying about nonsense and overblowing things he shouldn't be, he suddenly felt a strong surge of Primordial Yin assault him from all sides.
Ryu's eyes sharpened.
A dormant energy within his soul made its presence known, sweeping toward him like the shadow of a behemoth.
Ryu was shocked. He would recognize that energy signature even if he was half dead. This was Elena's Primordial Yin!
But, Ryu had been certain that Elena's Primordial Yin would be weaker than Ailsa's. Why was it so strong? In fact, it felt stronger!
Ryu had hardly finished this thought another strung rush of Primordial Yin appeared, almost as though it had been provoked by the first.
Ryu felt a headache coming on. His two wives hadn't even met each other yet, but they were already competing like this. If Ryu didn't understand what was happening, he would be too much of a fool.
The reason Ailsa's Primordial Yin was so manageable was because she was causing it to be released in a slow and steady stream. In comparison, Elena wasn't here to control the stream of her own, so having been awakened and feeling provoked, it surged forward with all its strength.
But now, Ailsa was half unconscious. This woman was truly too sensitive. Ryu hadn't even moved in several moments, but she looked completely drunk. If it wasn't for the slight heave of her breasts, Ryu would think that she was completely out of it.
Though these two streams of Primordial Yin seemed violent, Ryu knew that they couldn't harm him. He wouldn't be swallowed by them as long as his own Primordial Yang was powerful enough. And, though he didn't have the cultivation to match up to his women, what he did have was endless stores of talent capable of dwarfing anyone in existence.
There were two factors that controlled Primordial Yang: Strength and Talent. Ryu had the latter in spades.
'Elena… Ailsa…'
Ryu lowered himself, kissing Ailsa's sweet lips. He felt as though he was making love with two women simultaneously. Even if the connection between he and Elena was vague right now, he would show her a side of dominance she had never seen before, he would convey the strength and confidence of the man who was worthy of these two calling their husband.
In his first life, Ryu was too weak. His greatest weapon were his words, but he knew the truth. Had he not had the backing of his family, how could he even be allowed to use such a 'weapon'.
Ultimately, he had been protected all his life, slinking around in the shadows and living under the wing of his wife, his parents and his grandparents.
Even on his and Elena's wedding night, not only was he too cowardly to give her a ceremony, he left her a widow before the sun rose the next day.
Even while they shared their bed as one, he was nothing but a pitiful excuse of a man. He couldn't take control, he couldn't display any sort of strength. All he remembered of himself that night was weakness. It was as though he was scared that he would lose Elena after he left so he left behind his mark on her.
There was rarely anything Ryu would ever feel sorry for, and even more, he never regretted his actions. But, if he were to be honest with himself, that night… he wasn't himself. If there was one thing in his life he looked back on in shame, it was that day.
So he would convey those feelings to Elena and to Ailsa. He was Ryu Tatsuya and he wasn't the weak man he had been in the past.
Ryu's hips began to move, and almost bestial growl leaving his lips.
"… Ryu…" Ailsa's voice was soft and tender, whispering into Ryu's ears like a gentle breeze. But, before she should ask him why he had stopped, she became that small boat amidst raging waves again.
Ryu pressed Ailsa's hips down onto the bed with one hand, using the rebounding force of the soft cushions to give him more leverage.
Ailsa's words were swallowed by her gasps. Ryu's forcefulness made her heart quiver, her lower belly heating up with a flame so potent she felt that she might pass out at any moment.
She could feel Ryu's determination, his love, his confidence.
Ryu's Primordial Yang roared like a raging beast, a heavy fog of dark gold hanging around his body and pumping in and out of his pores.
It loomed over the two streams of Primordial Yin, dancing with them as though a dragon entangled by two phoenixes.
Ailsa barely clung to Ryu's back. She used too much strength, digging past his thick skin and leaving a trail of blood. Her mind was simply too hazy to even grasp at exactly what she was doing, it was like she was simply looking for anything to hold on to.
But, Ryu didn't so much as flinch. His back flexed, his arms forcefully wrapping around Ailsa's waist as he picked her up.
With a single stomp, the stone bed beneath his feet shattered into a rain of rubble.
Ailsa gasped when she felt her back slam into a wall. As though Ryu had woken up a beast, she greedily entangled with his tongue, her hands pulling Ryu's head closer and closer to her as though she wanted them to fuse into one.
Ryu hooked his arms beneath Ailsa's thighs, pressing them back so firmly that they almost touched her ample chest. Ailsa had never thought that her flexibility would be used in such a way, but when she felt how deeply Ryu penetrated her like this, she almost fainted.
Ailsa's moans became more unrestrained. As Life Partners, Ryu was more than capable of doing exactly what she wanted and reading her mind like a book. But, somehow the fact he could, yet was ignoring everything she had to say made the feelings she was experiencing more potent.
It was like her little boat had completely lost all rights to steer itself.
Ryu's Primordial Yang roared like a beast, enveloping the two streams of Primordial Yin.
Blood surged through Ryu's body, veins bulging through his cock. The feeling was so potent that Ailsa felt it grow a size within her. It was so hard that she almost felt as though she was being run through by a hot, steel rod.
Ryu pressed forward, his hold body tensing as Ailsa felt a violent gush below. Her body convulsed, her toes curling in the air.
Ryu breathed heavily, his gaze locked onto Ailsa's face. One would have thought that he was trying his best to pierce into her soul.
The moistness that enveloped Ryu pulsed and twitched.
Ailsa didn't have any strength left to hold herself up. If it wasn't for the fact Ryu was holding her, she really might have collapsed at that very instant.
"… It's not fair…" Ailsa mumbled weakly. "… Shouldn't you be more gentle…"
"Did you think I was finished?"
Was Ryu's really only reply. Ailsa's soon found herself in the midst of another storm. It was like all of Ryu's pent up emotions were being released in a single instant.
But this time, something completely unexpected happened. And, unfortunately, its reasoning was yet another something that Ryu overlooked.
…
In that same unknown location an unknown distance away, the pink haired beauty had not moved a single inch. She sat in complete silence, ignoring everything around her as though it was nothing more than an endless black space.
'Is this your way of telling me that you're finally back?'