Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 33 - 31: The Archfiend is Quite Domineering, Meddling in This Too?
Celeste Grant finally understood why he was so angry.
’The people in this world have such old-fashioned ideas,’ she thought. ’Since ancient times, children have always taken their father’s surname. The only exception is if the biological father dies and the mother remarries, taking the child with her.’
’Otherwise, who in their right mind would change their own son’s surname?’
’This world is different from the modern one. In the modern world, children also usually take their father’s surname at birth. However, if the woman’s household registration hasn’t been transferred to her husband’s family, the child can take the mother’s surname as long as both parties agree. It’s legally recognized.’
’So that’s why this man is so furious. He doesn’t think I’m wishing for his death, does he? That I’m cursing him?’
’God, I’m being totally misjudged here.’
He closed in on her.
"I-I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking that at all! You’re overthinking it, man."
’And as for him being cuckolded, he’s concerned about that too?’
’This Archfiend is so unreasonable. It’s not like I’m his wife.’
Celeste Grant started to explain, leaning back so far that she lost her balance and fell backward onto the bed.
At that moment, she instinctively grabbed the man’s clothes, pulling him right down with her.
Javier Sinclair probably hadn’t expected her to reach out and pull him. His entire body landed on top of hers, and their faces were suddenly very close.
The bed curtain on one side was accidentally torn down by his movement. For a moment, the light within the bed dimmed, creating an even more ambiguous atmosphere.
Javier Sinclair’s lips were just two fingers’ width away, so close she could feel his breath. Strands of his hair fell from his shoulder, brushing against the side of her face.
’I really want to push it aside. My face and neck are getting itchy.’
Staring at that face up close...
Celeste Grant blushed.
’His face... it’s ridiculously handsome.’
’His features are as perfect as a painting, his nose is high and straight, and even his lips look... kind of kissable.’
’This close... Isn’t this the kind of content that the Goldies love? The kind you can’t even see without a membership.’
She reached out, originally intending to push him away, but the feel of what she touched was still fresh in her memory, just like that night. ’This Archfiend is in great shape. So firm,’ she mused to herself.
"I can touch this without a premium membership?"
Javier Sinclair stared at her.
His gaze fell to her hand.
"What did you say?"
’Aaaah, I’m gonna die.’
She had actually said her thoughts out loud.
Javier Sinclair looked at her with cold eyes.
"You must not want that hand anymore. Did it feel good?"
"It was okay... I mean, I wasn’t touching you! I was telling you to get up."
’So awkward.’
’I’m definitely not the type to get carried away by a handsome face. At most, I’m just appreciating the view.’
As she spoke, she reached out to push him.
Her hands couldn’t move him.
Celeste Grant turned her head to the side and said, "The Exalted One, don’t you think this is a bit inappropriate? Most importantly, you’re heavy. You’re crushing me, and I can barely breathe."
He was so big and she was so small; she could genuinely feel his weight.
It felt like she couldn’t move at all.
She lifted her leg, trying to shift, but just then, a hand gripped it.
"Don’t move."
His deep voice was slightly husky, tinged with a piercing coldness.
Celeste Grant froze.
She turned her face back to look at him.
"You... your, uh..."
If you could see letters appearing above Celeste Grant’s head...
...it would surely be a string of characters floating by: ’B-b-b-b-b-big...’
"Shut up."
’Why? Why does my body react to this woman uncontrollably?’
’Could it be that this was why I slept with her that night when I wasn’t in my right mind?’
’But...’
His gaze swept over her impossibly red face, and he found himself thinking that this woman was actually somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Seeing her nervous expression, he suddenly had the urge to tease her a little.
He deliberately leaned closer, whispering her name in a low voice.
"Celeste Grant."
’What is he trying to do?’
’When did my name ever sound so good?’
’He’s not thinking of... No way. I just gave birth a few days ago. Even though I’ve started Cultivation and my body is recovering quickly, I’m not that desperate to be with a man.’
’I’m not that thirsty.’
"Don’t get so close."
Celeste Grant pressed her hands against his shoulders.
"Why are you calling my name? Get off me! Back, back, back!"
"Javier Sinclair, didn’t you say you wouldn’t be interested in me?"
Javier Sinclair sneered, his breath brushing against her face. "Did I say such a thing? If anyone heard it, they can step forward and die."
’So shameless.’
’This bastard.’
’Everything he says is infuriating.’
"You’re an Archfiend! You’re completely unreasonable."
He stared into her eyes, his own gaze cold.
"Have you ever met a Demon Cultivator who reasons with people? I only know one thing: as long as I am strong enough, I *am* reason."
’On that point, I have to agree with him.’
’It’s true. The Cultivation World is a place where the strong devour the weak. For Cultivators of both the righteous and demonic paths, whoever is stronger is right.’
’And he is, without a doubt, very strong.’
"Yes, yes, The Exalted One, you’re terrifyingly strong. This humble one will champion your cause."
"Now, tell me. Whose surname will our son have?"
’Too close.’
"Y-yours... He’ll have your surname."
"As long as you understand. Celeste Grant, as long as I live, you and that little brat will only ever have my surname."
’Jerk.’
"That expression on your face... are you cursing me in your head?"
"No, no, absolutely not."
Javier Sinclair’s gaze swept over her face, as radiant as a peach blossom, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.
He averted his gaze and stood up. With a wave of his hand and a turn of his body, Javier Sinclair vanished from her sight, leaving only a faint wisp of black and red energy lingering in the air.
’He’s gone?’
’He really just comes and goes as he pleases.’
"He’s gone."
She patted her chest.
She touched her cheeks.
Celeste Grant was certainly afraid of him, but more than fear, she felt herself blushing. "With a face like that, it’s such a waste that he’s an Archfiend."
’You don’t have to worry about a villain being evil, but you do have to worry about a villain being hot.’
It was as if she could still hear his domineering voice in her ear.
’As for cuckolding him... to be honest, with him as the gold standard, I really can’t bring myself to look at other, less attractive men. Even the male leads from the novel are nothing compared to him in my eyes.’
"And he said he wouldn’t be interested in me?"
His body said otherwise.
’It’s the classic ’your mouth says no, but your body is very honest’ situation.’
「At that moment, on the roof of a courtyard house.」
Javier Sinclair sat there without a word.
He looked up into the distance, where an eagle was flying across the sky.
Placing a hand over his chest, he frowned slightly.
’A woman will never become an obstacle on my path of Cultivation.’
High in the sky.
The eagle let out a cry.
Javier Sinclair’s eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand.
"Such a piercing shriek, and so loud. If you wake my son, I’ll slaughter your entire family."
The eagle fell from the sky.
And vanished without a trace.
He too flew away, heading for a mountain range ten thousand miles away...
"That’s enough, human! We Demonic Beasts have dignity too! I’m a Ninth Rank Demon King, for crying out loud! You’re not trying to kill me, but you just keep chasing me and beating me up. What the hell do you want? I didn’t even do anything to you!"
「Deep within the mountains, in a range overrun with Demonic Beasts.」
Javier Sinclair looked at the tiger that had just performed a very smooth power-slide to its knees.
The tiger was now speaking human language, a clear sign of its high rank. It was a king among Demonic Beasts.
Javier Sinclair sized up the tiger and said one thing.
"My son was born."
The winged tiger wanted to cry.
’Your son was born, so why are you chasing me down and beating the crap out of me?’
