Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 309: The New Morning Routine (1) Wake Up and Kiss

Chapter 309: The New Morning Routine (1) Wake Up and Kiss

Lyan woke to the soft light filtering through the grand windows of his bedchamber, the warmth of the morning sun kissing his skin. He turned his head slightly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of the women around him. Each of them lay sprawled across the expansive bed, their forms tangled in the sheets, a picture of blissful contentment. It was a morning ritual he had come to cherish—a ritual that always began with a kiss.

Next to him, Belle stirred, her long wavy pink hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him, her expression soft and inviting. "Good morning, Lyan," she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

Lyan leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Belle responded eagerly, her fingers threading through his hair as she deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a slow, sensual dance. The sound of their soft moans filled the room, the kiss lingering as the passion between them built.

As they pulled away, Belle’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. "You always know how to start the day right," she whispered, her voice breathless.

Lyan chuckled softly, moving to the next woman in the bed. Alina lay beside Belle, her long black hair spread out like a dark halo. She opened her eyes, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Don’t forget me," she purred, her voice playful.

He leaned over, kissing her deeply, his hand cupping her cheek. Alina’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. The kiss was hungry, filled with a fiery passion that made his heart race. Alina’s fingers traced patterns on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

"Always," Lyan whispered against her lips as they broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless.

Next was Xena, her short, dark orangish-brown hair tousled and wild. She grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, if you keep this up, we’ll never get out of bed," she teased, her voice laced with laughter.

Lyan smirked, leaning down to kiss her. Xena’s hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a fierce intensity. The sound of their lips meeting was a sweet melody, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Xena nipped at his lower lip playfully, eliciting a low groan from him.

Josephine was next, her purplish-red hair cascading over her shoulders. She watched him with a heated gaze, her lips parting in anticipation. "You always save the best for last," she teased, her voice a sultry purr.

Lyan chuckled, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Josephine’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together. The kiss was slow and sensual, a dance of lips and tongues that left them both breathless. The sound of their moans filled the room, the kiss lingering as they savored the moment.

Raine, her white hair a stark contrast against the sheets, was next. She grinned up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "My turn," she said, her voice playful.

Lyan leaned down, kissing her deeply. Raine’s hands slid over his chest, her touch sending sparks of desire through him. The kiss was soft and sweet, a tender exchange that spoke of their deep bond. Raine’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Ravia, with her short black hair and mischievous smile, lay beside Raine. She watched him with a playful glint in her eye, her lips curving into a grin. "Don’t leave me out," she teased, her voice light.

Lyan chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. Ravia’s hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a fierce intensity. The sound of their lips meeting was a sweet melody, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Ravia nipped at his lower lip playfully, eliciting a low groan from him.

Surena, with her long greyish-brown hair, was next. She looked at him with a soft, tender expression, her eyes filled with warmth. "Good morning, Lyan," she murmured, her voice gentle.

Lyan leaned down, kissing her deeply. Surena’s hands slid over his chest, her touch sending sparks of desire through him. The kiss was soft and sweet, a tender exchange that spoke of their deep bond. Surena’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Alicia, with her small stature and platinum blonde hair, was next. She watched him with a stoic expression, her eyes betraying the desire beneath. "Don’t forget about me," she said, her voice soft.

Lyan leaned down, kissing her deeply. Alicia’s hands slid over his chest, her touch sending sparks of desire through him. The kiss was soft and sweet, a tender exchange that spoke of their deep bond. Alicia’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Emilia, with her fiery crimson hair, was next. She looked at him with a fierce expression, her eyes blazing with desire. "You better not leave me out," she teased, her voice playful.

Lyan chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. Emilia’s hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a fierce intensity. The sound of their lips meeting was a sweet melody, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Emilia nipped at his lower lip playfully, eliciting a low groan from him.

Finally, there was Althea, her elegant features softened by the morning light. She looked at him with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with affection. "Good morning, Lyan," she murmured, her voice tender.

Lyan leaned down, kissing her deeply. Althea’s hands slid over his chest, her touch sending sparks of desire through him. The kiss was soft and sweet, a tender exchange that spoke of their deep bond. Althea’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

As the last kiss ended, the room was filled with a soft, contented sigh. Lyan looked around at the women he cared for so deeply, a warm feeling of love and satisfaction filling his heart. The morning routine had become a cherished ritual, a way for them to connect and share their affection.

After the passionate kisses, they moved on to their next routine—exercise. The training grounds of the castle were newly constructed and offered ample space for their morning workouts. It was a place where they could hone their skills and strengthen their bonds.

The morning exercises began with a series of stretches and warm-ups, each woman moving with grace and precision. Lyan watched them, admiring their dedication and determination. They had come from Arkansas, a city of mercenaries and merchants, and their experience in combat was evident. But what surprised Lyan was their eagerness to train and improve, perhaps fueled by the newfound strength they had gained from their monster children.

The morning sun rose higher, casting a warm glow over the newly constructed training grounds of Grafen. The atmosphere buzzed with energy and anticipation as Lyan and his companions prepared for their morning routine. The training grounds, a sprawling expanse of packed earth and lush grass, were a testament to their hard work and dedication. Various training dummies, archery targets, and sparring circles dotted the area, providing ample space for their exercises.

Lyan stood at the center, his magic glaive gleaming in the morning light. His companions, each with their own unique weapons and abilities, formed a circle around him. They had already completed their warm-up laps, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Today’s exercise would be a mock battle—a chance to hone their skills and test their limits.

"Alright, everyone," Lyan called out, his voice carrying over the training grounds. "Today’s exercise is a mock battle. I’ll be facing off against the Valkyries. The rest of you, observe and provide feedback."

Surena, Alicia, and Emilia stepped forward, their expressions serious and focused. Each of them had grown stronger since bonding with their monster children, and their eagerness to test their newfound abilities was palpable.

Surena, her long greyish-brown hair tied back in a practical braid, held her wind-infused magic sword with a confident grip. Her monster child, the Griffin, had granted her the ability to wield wind magic, and she moved with a grace and speed that made her a formidable opponent.

Alicia, small in stature but fierce in spirit, wielded a high-quality sword. Her monster child, the Primeval Hound, had given her psychokinesis, allowing her to manipulate objects with her mind. Her platinum blonde hair glinted in the sunlight as she focused her intense gaze on Lyan.

Emilia, with her fiery crimson hair and muscular build, wielded a greatsword. The Flame Lioness, her monster child, had bestowed upon her the power of flame magic. Her eyes burned with determination as she readied herself for the mock battle.

Lyan took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. "Remember, this is a training exercise. Focus on your techniques and control. Let’s begin."