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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 35

-VB-

The morning next day brought the three of us to the breakfast table, and Amy was the one to make breakfast today.

“What has you so chipper?” Victoria asked curiously Amy while I ate from my plate of bacon bits sprinkled scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m thinking about how many kids will be running around the house.”

I suppressed a chuckle at how quickly Vicky flushed. She cleared her throat and went back to eating as if nothing happened, but her blush wouldn’t go away and she looked cute like that.

Amy nudged her sister with a sly grin. “Come on, I know you want some.”

“Amy!” Vicky’s composure broke and she shrieked indignantly at her adopted sister. “I’m trying to eat!”

“Oh boo hoo, I can’t decide if I want to keep fucking one of the hottest guys in the city,” Amy snarked. “Oh, and did I mention he’s rich?”

“Amy,” I grunted.

“Yes?”

“Pushing too far.”

“Alright, alright. Kill my fun, would you?” Amy grumbled as she also went back to eating.

Rest of the meal remained comfortably silent while all three of us were absorbed in our meals. While I ate, I thought about how I was going to present this to the rest of the team. Sure, Amy and I were an “item” for a very long time, so it was not only acceptable but also expected. Victoria, on the other hand, would throw the team off when she announced that she would be joining the two of us.

It would also be a scandal for the cape community.

It was a scandal I was willing to brave, because I honestly liked Victoria. As did Amy.

Actually, I was very sure that Amy liked Victoria more than I liked Victoria.

Hmm, was my wife … cheating on me?!

*kek* No, that’s a joke in poor taste. Amy wouldn’t cheat on me, though she did encourage me to bring in a new partner; said partner was someone Amy saw as attractive for some time either because of the aura or physical appearance.

Was I a bad husband for going with Amy’s suggestion? … Well, it was something that already happened. Besides, Amy was happier with Vicky rather than without. Was Amy polyamorous? She could be. Hmm, it was something to think about.

All three of us got dressed in the upstairs bedroom and were about to leave-.

CRASH

My instinct kicked in when the front door blew open.

“Vicky, keep Amy safe!” I hissed before jumping down the stairs in one-go and came face to face with … “Carol?”

Yes, the person who broke my front door was none other than Carol Dallon, mother to both of my women. Oh, and she also had her costume on.

“You… YOU…!” she hissed.

Oh dear lord, she looked angry. Scratch that, she looked absolutely infuriated.

Oh, she’s starting to swing.

Yeah, I couldn’t have her wreck the house for whatever reason she was pissed with me. I opened the door leading down to the basement and ran for it.

Carol let out a guttural roar - kind of scary - and chased after me.

Since when was she a berserk?!

Soon, we were at my reinforced sparring floor.

And I let her attack me first.

“Carol, what the fuck?!” I shouted as I parried attack after attack as Carol - Brandish, really - swung axes and swords made out of hardlight with a clear intent to murder me.

“It was a fucking mistake to let you in the team!” she shouted.

I narrowed my eyes.

Okay, she’s getting a little personal - a little more than before - and I wasn’t having it.

I kicked at her axe as it came down, and shattered it. Carol stumbled forward, eyes wide and her entire body frozen in her stunned and disbelieving stare, as the shards of her hardlight weapon fizzled out as they flew through the air. Then I whipped around and palm-struck her at the center of her chest. I held back, but the strike was still strong enough to toss her backward.

She flipped through the air and then landed on her feet.

She stood up… and then faltered.

“Carol, what the fuck is going on?” I asked her pointedly. “Because this aggressiveness is not alright.”

She just growled, because obviously something about what I said ticked her off. Another hardlight axe appeared to replace the one I broke, and she charged me again.

Mid-vertical slash down attack with her axe, it changed into a longsword. Grunting, I palm-struck it away from us, and jumped back, which got me five yards of room to work with.

‘I don’t know what the fuck is happening here,’ I thought as I parried, countered, and dodged to keep Carol contained. ‘Is there is a master?’

“Okay, it’s obvious you’re made at me, but why are you mad at me?”

“Like I said, it was a mistake to let you in the team!” she snarled. “Who’s next?! Crystal?! Who are you going to seduce next?!”

… Oh, was that what this was about?

I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think this is something you should be swinging your power about,” I snapped right back at her. This time, I burst forth and in two swift - but gentle - strikes, I send her arms flying up. A quick hook and pull sent her down to the ground, and I pinned her down by her wrists.

She tried to struggle, but I narrowed my eyes. “Stop. Now.”

Abruptly, I saw her struggling attempt collapse and blood drain from her face. She stared at me with wide eyes.

It was oddly similar to what happened to the Elite capes.

Was it something that I was doing?

Whatever it was, I needed to stop.

I took a deep breath in and allowed myself to stop … being unhappy with Carol.

It seemed to do the trick.

She fell to her hands as well and gasped.

… Oh, we’re very close now.

I pulled myself off of her and let her recover on her own.

It was at this point that Amy and Vicky came to a skidding stop appearance at the top of the stairs of this basement. I looked up at them and smiled. “I think we’ve calmed down a bit.”

The incredulous looks they sent me told me what they thought about what I just said.

I turned back to Carol, who had shakily gotten back up. The way she gritted her teeth told me that she knew clearly who was the stronger of the two of us and she could do nothing about it.

“Now, let’s talk like adults.”