A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 49 (Patreon)

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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 49

-VB-

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

I opened my eyes.

“Yes, Amy?”

My wife - I was not going to get tired of thinking that - stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and said hips slightly swaying from side to side.

“Yes?” I asked her while thoroughly enjoying her standing in front of me with … what could only be called cosplay.

When my pregnant wife stood in front of me trashy white tank top barely covering her generous tits and a pair of daisy dukes cosplayed as a pregnant teenager, was it cosplay or just fact? The only difference would be that my pregnant teenager wife wasn’t dumb, jobless, or weak.

No one would ever call Panacea poor or weak.

“... You are very cute,” I told her honestly and got a grin out of her.

My Amy wasn’t a dime a dozen shy, stuttering flower but a thorny yet utterly priceless rose.

However, I was concerned about exactly what she wanted from me right now. After all, it was only yesterday that we had anal in a threesome with Vicky. Did I create a sex maniac?

“Nothing. I just thought you might like seeing us walking around you nearly naked all the time because you’ve been teasing us all day every day for the past week doing exactly that.”

I blinked.

Well, I did walk around without a shirt and my short pants wasn’t exactly that short.

“Wait, we-?”

Vicky glomped me from behind, and her impressive-for-her-age tits pressed up against me. What got my dick erecting a tent in my pants was that I barely felt anything cover her tits.

“... You’re not going to go out wearing that, are you?” I asked them. “They might make me feel … possessive.”

“We girls like to flaunt what we have, you know?” Vicky crooned into my ear as her arms came around my shoulder. “But maybe we won’t want to if our man makes us feel even more appreciated?”

I stood up and stripped.

“I think you can see how appreciative I am of what I am seeing. And feeling.”

I didn’t even bother undressing them when I jumped them.

-VB-

So that’s another hot blood-induced threesome.

We were doing that a lot. Was it the weather? It was probably the weather. It was just so great to strip and move…

Speaking of moving, our honeymoon in Australia was coming to a close. We visited both Sydney, Brisbane, and Melbourne. We saw the Opera House. We saw a lot of wildlife, though I didn’t quite understand why people liked that literal shit-eating and dying-engine noise-making animal. Vicky still liked them, and Amy, being a biokinetic, loved the local scorpions and jellyfish more. She already had ideas about the next kinds of spirit beasts she intended to make back home.

As for home, nothing significant happened. With the strong showing from me and my two girls, we declared, unofficially and only through our actions, that Brockton Bay was off-limits. Villains came, and they died, unlike how it was for most cities. Sure, we weren’t there anymore, but once we got back, whoever thought it was a good idea to settle in would not enjoy my fisting.

But that was for future me to worry about. The present me and my two wives intended to visit one more place before we left.

Specifically, we headed north to Darwin for some saltwater crocodile sightseeing.

“Are you excited?” I asked them as our cruise ship ride sailed.

Amy shrugged. “It’s just a big lizard.”

“Yes!” Vicky replied.

Now, their responses differed from their usual wildlife tours because Amy didn’t care about big animals; she already saw most of them. On the other hand, Vicky really liked big animals. It helped that she didn’t have to worry about them harming her because of her aura - which now, coupled with cultivation, made her more or less even more protected against weaker opponents. She had been an oppressive enemy against weaker opponents before, but now, she was even more oppressive.

As for me? I-.

I heard screaming and turned around to look from the front starboard side of the open deck of the cruise ship.

“Hands in the air!” I heard someone shout and looked towards the voice.

There, at the foot of the midship, stood seven men. Five of them had the same uniform: some kind of pixelated game-related picture (blue Mario?) while the front two men wore personalized costumes. The taller one hunched his back in his pink skimpy biker’s outfit that showed off his muscles while the shorter one stood with his back straight in his

Oh, they were the local Uber and Leet, weren’t they, if only, you know, more malicious?

“Bring out your wallets, we know you have them!” the shorter one cackled as he pulled up some kind of laser gun out of its holster.

I glanced over at Vicky and Amy.

Amy shrugged, indifferent to the situation at hand. Or rather, she already knew the outcome.

Vicky sighed. “Weren’t we supposed to not be fighting during our honeymoon?”

It was a bit of a selfish thing, but then again, this was our honeymoon.

“I’ll go punt them.”

“Woo. Our strong, bulky husband is going to solve our problem~!”

Amy just smirked.

I rolled my eyes before bursting into action.

One, I jumped forward. I landed a total of three times, each time to dodge a fleeing or panicking cruise-goer. Instead of the usual concrete-crunching footsteps I normally took in battle, I tried for a softer approach. Instead of stomping, I slid forward, using my qi to reinforce or negate my own inertia. By doing this, I, someone who weighed over a hundred eighty pounds, repeatedly turned on a dime to dodge the slow people.

Two, I identified the targets. That was enough easy; they’d already marked themselves for me.

Three, I struck.

Before the capes even realized what was going on, I slammed my open palms onto their faces and slammed them into the deck. The wooden deck crunched and splintered from impact, and then I injected qi into them to mess with their inner balance. The result? Two knocked-out villains.

The five normie minions, again, didn’t have time to react before I blitzed by them, knife-handing their nerve clusters at the sides of their necks. They crumpled to the floor.

I stood up and dusted my hands. “... Can someone call the Bull Guard?” I asked politely with a smile before I began a leisurely walk back to my wives.

“HEY!”

I turned around at the angry voice and saw a … holy shit, there was a short and wide (not fat) man dressed in a stereotypical movie director outfit; he had everything from the clapboard (the black and white board) to the black beret.

The short angry man stomped towards me. “You just hurt my actors!”

… Oh shit.

“Uh, okay, sorry, who are you?” I asked, panicking a little as I realized that there had been something more than meets the eyes, in the more literal fashion.

“I’m James Holster! You know, the guy who directed the Invincible Woman?!”

I blinked. I’ve never heard of that movie.

His shoulder sagged and looked depressed.

Wait, had I said that out loud?

“What’s … going on?” I asked as I leaned in. Even the cruise-goers looked alarmed but not at the “villains” but at me.

“This was the movie set for my new movie, but you just …”

“I’m more surprised that you aren’t phased by what I did.”

This time, he looked confused, though his anger was still there. And then he realized something. “Oh. Um. You’re a cape.”

“Yes,” I nodded slowly. “Unmasked cape from the USA. Nice to meet you, Mr. Holster.”

He stared up at me with wide eyes before he grinned.

“Okay, you can compensate me by playing the villain for my new movie.”

Wut.