The Omnistore System-Chapter 49 Filial Son And Nephew

Finally, all the meridians were opened," Kevin muttered with a smile as he buttoned up his shirt and glanced at the woman reclining on the bed beside him.

Her nude form shimmered with perspiration as it rested on the bed, face down, her back rhythmically rising and falling with each deep breath. Her half-lidded, unfocused eyes stared at the wall, and a small pool of water had formed near her thigh.

Her intimate area sparkled, a satisfied gleam in its appearance as it continued to release its gentle stream.

"Ahhh," her legs trembled slightly. As Kevin, wearing a sly grin, raised his hand and playfully swatted her already reddened buttocks. Luris moaned, and a bit more moisture escaped from her as she quivered and let out a soft grunt.

"Until next time, Miss Luris," Kevin remarked, stepping out of the room. He had arrived here sometime around 7 or 8, and now, it was well past midnight.

Kevin persevered for a continuous four-hour session with Luris, taking only one brief pause to refine the Qi he had accumulated in the initial half of their encounter. Over these four hours, Kevin employed pleasure as a form of exquisite torment, guiding Luris through repeated orgasms until she surrendered her sanity, her body finally giving in.

He dedicated himself to eliciting her pleasure, and in return, he reaped his well-earned rewards. As a result, he achieved a breakthrough, unlocking the last two extraordinary meridians. This surge of purifying energy coursed through his being, fortifying his body and spirit.

Now, Kevin could rightfully be deemed a cultivator, his progress evident to those around him. People began to notice subtle shifts in his demeanor as he advanced along his journey. However, Kevin had never been concerned about keeping his path a hidden one; he had anticipated the difficulties of secrecy. Yet, he resolved to shroud the extent of his prowess, especially if it surpassed the norm.

'But how can I ascertain whether I've surpassed the average cultivator's strength?' Kevin mused aloud while traversing the bustling red-light district, now more congested than ever.

Contemplating his own might, he recognized that his strength should inherently surpass the average. After all, his chosen cultivation technique held the esteemed rank of "divine." It stood to reason that it should lend a substantial boost to his overall power.

"Hehehe, baby, do you want to see something amazing?" As Kevin pondered over how to assess his strength and compare it to that of ordinary cultivators, a familiar voice rang out, drawing his attention to its source.

"Wait, what's he doing here?" Kevin questioned with astonishment, his gaze fixed on a drunken man who was showing something on his phone to a woman dressed provocatively. The woman initially seemed disinterested, merely casting a fleeting glance at the man's screen. However, her expression soon transformed into one of delight, and she offered him a bright smile. Taking his hand, they made their way towards a nearby building, reminiscent of Kevin's own exit earlier after his encounter with Luris.

Following the tipsy tango, Kevin's eyes were glued to the men, who was sporting a grin that could make Cheshire cats jealous. His hand was on a mission, navigating its way towards the woman's... well, let's just say rear assets.

And the star of this odd little show? None other than Kevin's own blood, Uncle Stuart. Scratching his head, Kevin couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. "I mean, come on! I remember Aunt Mildred, an absolute stunner with curves for days, like a veritable work of art. And yet, here he is, dumpster diving in the attractiveness department. Ah, family."𝑏𝑒𝑑𝘯𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑙．𝑐𝘰𝘮

Even though they were kin, Kevin decided to let his uncle continue on his merry way, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He muttered to himself, "Well, well, if the curator doesn't have an eye for the masterpiece and treats it like mere decor, then they're clearly not worthy of its possession. Thankfully, dear old Uncle Stuart has a filial nephew who knows how to truly savor the flavor of fine art."

With that thought in mind, Kevin mentally scheduled a visit to his uncle's abode for the upcoming days, whenever his schedule permitted. He yearned to feast his eyes and fingers on the forsaken work of art, and who could say, perhaps he'd also indulge in a tactile exploration with a few other body parts.

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"Mother?" Riya's voice emerged from her partially awake state, accompanied by a yawn and an ungraceful butt scratch.

Maria, seemingly lost in the view outside, swiveled her head toward her daughter, who had now ceased her not-so-elegant midnight stretch. "Still playing the waiting game for that filial son of yours?"

"Yeah," Maria replied, a touch of sorrow and concern etching her features.

"Don't worry, Mom. He's all grown up now. You don't need to fret so much," Riya reassured as she fetched a water bottle from the fridge and took a sip.

Yet, her mother's worries remained unabated as she stared pensively out the window. "I can't help but worry, Riya. He's different. He's happier now, but it's a different kind of happiness. He's more talkative than before. You remember, after his father passed away, he withdrew. Sure, he joked around and teased you, but it wasn't genuine. He was still sad. Now, though, his happiness seems sincere."

"So, Mom, what's the issue? Isn't it great that he's genuinely happy?" Riya quizzed, giving her mother a perplexed look. She knew her brother had been a bit down when their father had died and had even started drinking a bit, but now he seemed back to his old self.

"Well, I guess," Maria responded with a sigh, her eyes fixated on the window as if it held all the secrets of the universe.

Wondering about her mother's somewhat uncertain response, Riya thought to herself, 'Well, whatever. She'll be back to normal tomorrow.' With this silent reassurance, Riya took another sip of water just as sounds of someone entering the house echoed from downstairs.

Sensing that it was likely Kevin, Maria turned away from the window, her attention now drawn to the door leading to the stairs.