The colosseum was still buzzing with the aftermath of Vegia’s victory when Nayla leaned forward in her seat, her blue-tinted lips curving into a seductive smile.

"It’s finally my turn," she purred, voice low and sultry, eyes half-lidded with anticipation. "I’ve been waiting for this."

Lysandra, Valeforia, Selvara, Zerra, and Thristle remained noticeably quiet. They simply watched her with calm, knowing expressions, offering no immediate cheers or words of encouragement.

Nayla tilted her head, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Why aren’t any of you cheering me on? Am I not worthy of a little support from my dear sisters?"

Lysandra smiled gently, her elegant voice calm. "You don’t need us to cheer for you, Nayla. We all know you will win anyway."

Valeforia crossed her legs with a lazy smirk. "Exactly. You’re the strongest among us after Saviour. A few words from us won’t change the outcome."

Selvara huffed in her usual tsundere manner, arms folded beneath her chest. "Hmph... you don’t need our praise. You’ll win regardless. Don’t act like you require motivation."

Zerra nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! You’re super strong! You don’t need us to tell you that!"

Thristle, still resting comfortably, gave a tired but genuine grin. "You’ve got this. No point in us saying what we already know."

Nayla let out a soft, seductive whine, clearly enjoying the drama. She leaned against Aiden, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. Nayla pressed herself fully against Aiden’s back, her voluptuous body molding to him with deliberate closeness. Her massive, heavy breasts squashed warmly against his shoulder blades, the soft, yielding flesh spilling outward as she arched slightly to get even closer. Through the thin fabric of her uniform, he could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples — hard and sensitive — rubbing against him with every subtle shift of her breathing. Her thick thighs bracketed his sides, the smooth, soft muscle flexing gently as she held herself in place.

Nayla’s arms wrapped around his neck from behind, her fingers lightly tracing the line of his collarbone. She nuzzled her cheek against the side of his neck, her full lips brushing his skin as she let out a soft, needy little sound. Every breath she took made her breasts shift and press more insistently against his back, the hardened nipples dragging teasingly with each inhale.

"Husband, They’re all so mean~" she whined playfully, voice dripping with sultry sweetness. "My own family won’t even give me a little encouragement before I go out there and fight. How cruel..."

She planted a soft, lingering kiss on Aiden’s cheek, her lips warm and teasing.

Aiden chuckled, low and warm. His free hand came up, cupping her cheek gently. His thumb traced slowly across her full lower lip as he looked at her with affectionate amusement.

"I’ll be cheering for you," he said softly, voice intimate. "Go show them what you can do."

Luna, beamed brightly. "I’ll cheer for you too, Nayla! Win nicely!"

Aethoniel fluttered her wings shyly, offering a soft smile. "Me too... Good luck, Nayla. I know you’ll be amazing."

Venya said excitedly, "Venya will be chering for Nayla. Make My Lord proud."

Xylendra tilted her head, voice quiet but sincere. "We believe in you. Win for us."

Nyxion purred happily, tail swishing. "You will win! I’ll cheer loudest!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Liana grinned from beside Ela. "Go kick her ass, Nayla! Make it look easy!"

Ela offered a warm, encouraging nod. "You’ve got this. We’re all rooting for you."

Nayla’s eyes sparkled with delight. She purred louder, nuzzling against Aiden’s neck, her voice dropping into a seductive whisper right against his ear.

"Thank you... all of you~" she murmured sweetly, then her tone turned husky and teasing, whispering in his ear, so he could only hear her. "And you, my dear husband... when I come back, I want you to bend me over the nearest classroom bench and fuck me properly. Hard. Make me scream your name until I can’t think straight."

Aiden’s smirk grew, dark and promising. "Happily."

Nayla shivered with anticipation, pressing one last lingering kiss to his neck before reluctantly pulling away.

Just then, Mira Vale’s calm, professional voice echoed across the arena once more.

"Next duel: Nayla Nightshade versus Aeris Aeropex. Contestants, please come to the platform."

The wives immediately encouraged her again.

Luna waved excitedly. "Go get her, Nayla! Win for us!"

Nyxion clapped her hands. "Have fun!"

Lysandra smiled gently. "Hold back if you can, but make sure you win."

Valeforia smirked. "Don’t play with her too long. End it cleanly."

Selvara huffed. "Hmph... just win. Don’t embarrass My Lord."

Venya rumbled happily. "Nayla will win for My Lord!"

Zerra bounced. "Beat her quick!"

Aethoniel fluttered her wings. "Be careful... but win!"

Xylendra nodded. "We believe in you."

Arisha gave a firm nod. "Show them your strength."

Vegia nodded toward her, "Be safe."

Liana grinned. "Make it flashy!"

Ela smiled softly. "Good luck."

Nayla stood up gracefully, her voluptuous figure swaying seductively as she prepared to descend. Before she left, she leaned down one last time, purring seductively into Aiden’s ear.

"Make sure you fuck me nicely when I return~"

Aiden turned his face toward her, his free hand still cupped her cheek again. He pulled her closer and kissed her roughly — deep, possessive, and full of promise. When he pulled back, his voice was low and commanding.

"Win."

Nayla nodded, eyes dark with desire, then turned and began walking toward the arena stairs with confident, seductive steps.

She stretched languidly, her voluptuous figure on full display as the uniform clung to every curve. With a seductive sway of her wide hips.

The commoners immediately erupted into loud, excited shouts.

"She’s a the Jin!"

"An unheard class! Ascended Jin Sovereign!"

"Created by the Almighty God himself!"

The nobles’ section fell deathly silent. Faces turned pale, eyes wide with shock and fear. Some gripped the edges of their seats, knuckles white. Knowing that one of Aiden’s wives was not just a demon, but an Ascended Jin Sovereign — a being directly created by the Almighty God — sent ripples of dread through the aristocratic ranks.

Back in the high gallery, Valeforia sat close beside her older sister Xylendra. Her eyes roamed openly over Xylendra’s body, taking in the soft curves, the way her uniform hugged her chest and hips. She licked her lips slowly, a hungry gleam in her eyes.

Xylendra noticed the intense gaze and looked up at her sister, cheeks already flushing. Her voice came out shy and suspicious. "Va-chan... what are you looking at?"

Valeforia leaned in closer, her breath warm against Xylendra’s ear as she whispered seductively, "I want a bite of you right now, Onee-chan..."

Xylendra’s face turned scarlet. She looked down shyly, fidgeting with her hands. "Saviour has more self-control than you..."

Valeforia giggled softly, then leaned even closer and licked Xylendra’s earlobe teasingly. Xylendra yelped, a small, involuntary sound escaping her lips.

Aiden noticed the interaction and spoke quietly in his mind.

*System, enable the veil again.*

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[AFFIRMATIVE]

[VEIL ENABLED]

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The invisible veil settled around their section of the gallery. To outsiders, everything would appear perfectly normal — just casual conversation and quiet observation.

Aiden spoke without turning around, his voice calm. "I’ve enabled the veil again. You can do anything you want."

Valeforia’s grin turned positively wicked. Xylendra shot Aiden a look that was half-betrayal, half-embarrassment.

Valeforia pressed closer to her older sister’s side, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She planted soft, wet kisses along the sensitive skin, then began sucking gently, leaving faint marks. Xylendra moaned softly, trying to push her away.

"Va-chan... stop..."

The other wives politely ignored the scene. Ela, however, couldn’t help but glance over. Her cheeks turned pink as she asked nervously, "What... what are they doing?"

Valeforia lifted her head just enough to answer with a sultry smile. "I’m just loving my Onee-chan~"

Lysandra smiled gently at Ela. "Ignore them, dear. It’s best not to pay too much attention."

Ela shivered, quickly looking away, her face burning.

Valeforia’s hand slid around Xylendra’s waist, then boldly moved upward. She cupped one of her older sister’s massive breasts, squeezing it roughly through the uniform. Her other hand soon joined, grabbing the second breast and kneading both with firm, possessive pressure.

Xylendra gasped, her body trembling. "Va-chan... not here..."

Valeforia only giggled, her fingers finding the hardened nipples through the fabric and pinching them lightly. She continued kissing and sucking on Xylendra’s neck, leaving more visible marks as her hands worked her breasts with increasing roughness.

Xylendra’s moans grew softer, more desperate, her thighs pressing together as she tried to maintain some composure.

Valeforia’s lips finally found Xylendra’s. She kissed her deeply, tongue sliding past her sister’s lips in a hungry, possessive kiss, claiming every soft whimper and sigh as her own. The taste of her older sister—sweet, faintly floral—only fueled the fire burning in Valeforia’s veins.

Xylendra moaned into her mouth, her resistance melting like wax under flame. She kissed back shyly at first, hesitant little movements of her tongue, then with growing need, her hands clutching at Valeforia’s blazer as if afraid she might disappear.

Valeforia’s fingers worked quickly, deft and practiced. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of Xylendra’s crisp white shirt beneath the tailored blazer, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the lacy edge of her bra and the soft swell of her cleavage. Her right hand slid inside without hesitation, cupping one heavy breast through the thin satin of the bra. She squeezed the soft, warm flesh firmly, feeling the weight of it fill her palm, the nipple already stiffening against the fabric.

With a low growl of impatience, Valeforia tugged the bra cup upward, freeing the breast completely. The full, rounded globe spilled out, the dark nipple tight and begging for attention.

Xylendra gasped sharply into the kiss as Valeforia’s bare hand squeezed her naked breast, fingers digging possessively into the plush, yielding flesh. She kneaded it roughly, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak before she pinched the hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly, tugging gently but insistently.

Xylendra’s moan was muffled against Valeforia’s lips. Her own hand trembled as she slipped it under her skirt, pushing her panties aside. Her fingers found her clit and began rubbing in frantic circles, her hips twitching with need.

Valeforia broke the kiss just enough to whisper hotly against her sister’s ear. "That’s it, Onee-chan... touch yourself while I play with these pretty tits..."

Xylendra whimpered, her fingers moving faster on her clit as Valeforia continued squeezing and pinching her bare breast, occasionally switching to the other one, kneading both roughly.

Ela kept her eyes averted, face burning. "They’re... really doing that right here..."

Lysandra patted her shoulder gently. "Just pretend you don’t see it, dear."

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END OF Chapter : 314 : JUST PRETEND YOU DON’T SEE IT, DEAR!

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