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Chapter 275: Journey’s End: Thirteen Beauties, One Man, One Destiny [Part-5]

Chapter 275: Journey’s End: Thirteen Beauties, One Man, One Destiny [Part-5]

Journey’s End: Thirteen Beauties, One Man, One Destiny [Part-5]

And last night—the fifth night of their journey—they all bathed together in a hidden lake, deep in the forest.

But it wasn’t a lake.

It was a natural hot spring. Steam climbed from the water in lazy spirals, wafting into the chill night air like a dream. The moon rode high, silver and observant, while the trees that ringed them stood still as silent sentinels. The stars twinkled overhead, as if the entire universe had suspended itself to view what was to come.

The scene opened with just Leon and his wives.

They stepped into the hot water individually, their naked bodies shining beneath the moonlight, their actions elegant and fearless.

Soft whispers played across the churning surface as they surrounded him—naked, shameless, and completely his.

Rias, naturally, was the first to play—crimson locks stuck to her back, tongue darting at his ear as her hand ran down his chest.

Aria tagged along, a vision of loveliness, lightly pressing her lips to his jaw.

Syra and Kyra ensnared him like vines, bodies slick and hot, breasts against his arms as they breathed obscenities into his ears.

Cynthia didn’t speak much—she didn’t need to. Her quiet, measured fingers followed each chiseled line of his body, her fingers both respectful and possessive.

Mia flushed like a hot cherry, stuttering and shy, but she held onto him nonetheless—small gasps escaping her mouth as her naked body rubbed against him.

Then Lira. Fierce as always, her silver hair stuck to her skin, her eyes fierce and hungry. She kissed him without reserve, full lips colliding with his like a woman desperate to lose control.

Tsubaki was close behind. Her training dissolved the instant she reached him. She enveloped him with her arms and kissed him too—deep, ravenous, reckless.

But at the spring’s edge, the five maids remained.

Fey. Rui. Mona. Lena. Mira.

All five stood flushed and naked, their hourglass-perfect bodies shining in the misty moonlight. Their eyes never leaving Leon—the man who’d captured their hearts and ignited their bodies into flames. But they were holding back. Fidgeting. Cheeks flushing, lips bitten.

And that was when Rias sneered, turning to them with a sly smile and a voice booming loud enough to resound.

"I know you desire Daddy too," she declared, in a resolute and playful manner. "So don’t be shy. No need to hide it. Simply follow your heart."

The others smiled in assent, nodding.

That was all it took.

The maids slipped in one by one—slow, shy, but powerless to resist their craving. The warmth of the spring paled compared to the blaze in their eyes.

And when the last of them had slipped in, something in the air changed.

The tranquility broke.

The bath became wild.

Gasps turned to moans. Gentle touches turned frantic. Lips met lips. Tongues entwined. Breasts pressed against Leon’s chest. Hands wandered, seeking, groping, claiming.

Rias sucked on his neck as Aria rubbed his cock under water. Cynthia was on his lap, grinding slowly, while Syra and Kyra pressed their tits to his back, kissing along his spine.

Lira and Tsubaki competed for his mouth, taking turns kissing him breathless. Mia screamed as Leon’s fingers found her wet pussy, and she shuddered against him, burying her face in his neck.

The maids didn’t restrain themselves. Fey had her legs around him, gasping. Rui rode his thigh, rubbing her wet slit on his flesh. Mona reclined as he licked her nipple, whimpering. Lena groaned loudly as he sucked on her breasts, and Mira dissolved in his arms the instant his fingers entered hers.

Water splashed against their knotted forms. Moans resounded from the trees.

Leon didn’t relent.

He kissed, licked, and pleasured each of the women like a man destined to worship them. His tongue teased hardened clits. His fingers curled deep within willing pussies. He sucked at their nipples until they were begging for more.

Each cry of "Leon!"—each shaking gasp, each moistened kiss—only made him harder. Hungrier.

He didn’t spare anything.

He screwed his wives individually.

Rias first—because of course. Bold and possessive, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deep into her with a moan that echoed through the trees. He pounded her wet, tight pussy until she screamed his name, her body writhing as she squirted hard against his hips.

Aria followed, poise dissolving into pure need as she gasped on the bed beneath him, her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, legs trembling as her pussy gripped hard on each drive.

Syra and Kyra were untamed—coiling around him like fire, crying for more even as they alternated landing on his cock. Their cries drowned each other out in curses and moans, the twins holding on to each other as they spurted hard, again and again.

Cynthia was silent at first—but the instant he pushed into her, she broke. Her gentle moans grew rough, her fingers bit into his back, and when she climaxed, it was in a shuddering sigh that spoke volumes words couldn’t.

Tsubaki rode him like a woman on a mission. She kissed him passionately, fucked him harder. The obedient knight was a shameless lover, her butt slapping against his thighs as she rode herself hard on his dick and screamed with abandon.

And Mia—blushing, quivering Mia—took him last.

He caressed her, kissed her cheeks, her lips, her throat. Her body embraced him like it had waited an eternity. Soft moans, needing whimpers, broken by the occasional "Leon... Leon... more..." as he slowly, deeply, and lovingly fucked her until she shuddered in his arms, coming.

And while his cock hadn’t yet touched them, Lira and the five maids weren’t excluded. Not even for a moment.

Leon’s mouth and hands were their fixation.

They devoured them like artwork—his tongue lapping up every bit of their drenched pussies, fingers tormenting their clits until they pleaded.

Lira rode his face, her silver locks pouring, legs trembling wildly as he brought her to orgasm repeatedly. "Darling...! I—I can’t...!" she wept, cumming with her entire being.

Fey cried out his name as she squirted into his hand. Rui grit her teeth and almost fainted when his tongue teased her clit just so. Mona, Lena, and Mira were a chaos of breathless gasps and spasming thighs—each of them pushed to the brink, shattered and remade in ecstasy.

He was holding them for later. For soon. But he saw to it that they were drenched, content, and oozing with desire.

It was insanity.

An orgy under the moon.

A night that none of them would ever forget.

And underneath the stars, with steam swirling around their writhing, naked bodies like the breath of a lover, Leon ensured that every last woman felt like a goddess.

That night, he left no desire unsatisfied.

Every woman was kissed. Touched. Taken.

The aroma of sex lingered in the woods well after the moans had ceased. The hot spring was imprinted with their pleasure—water still disturbed from the turmoil they’d created.

And when at last they made it back to camp—long after midnight, spent and radiant—they didn’t unfold.

They fell into one enormous bed, a knot of limbs, sweat, and kisses. Naked. Spent. Grinning.

Their bodies still radiating heat from ecstasy.

And Leon, surrounded by them all, shut his eyes with a woman wrapped around each side, aware that tonight... he had gratified every desire.

But throughout it all... Leon never lost focus of tomorrow.

As his women flirted and laughed and unwound, he walked with purpose. Each morning, when they bathed or tilled the soil, Leon hunted. Deep in the nearby forest, with his top guards—and occasionally with all of his wives—he pursued magical creatures and killed them with impunity. For each kill, the system paid him.

His Blank Points were over 17,000.

Not one of the women knew. Not even Nova. Not even Sona.

The system had just rewarded him for the successful conquest of Tsubaki—with a very uncommon Ancient Sword Skill: Crimson Lotus Bloom.

He had secretly started practicing it. But he did not have the appropriate sword—the system informed him that the sword could only be obtained through a specific mission. So he waited, trained, and honed body and mind.

And throughout, the Lover’s Seal was employed by him to maintain telepathic connection with Nova and Sona constantly.

Nova had already arrived in her city, and her troops were getting mobilized under her command. They communicated in silence every night—exchanging plans, maps, reports. Sona stayed back in the capital, informing him any movement or news related to the march of Vellore with some message Natsha gets from Vellore’s as well. Their armies were gathering perilously near the east border. War was no longer a possibility far away.

But Leon told none of this to his wives.

Let them smile. Let them laugh. Let them remain untouched... for now.

He would carry the weight. Not them.

A sudden voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"My Lord! My Ladies! In another hour or two, we’ll be at the border of Silver City!" Captain Black’s voice rang clearly across the plains from outside.

Silence fell within the carriage. Then came soft, knowing smiles.

Rias leaned in and rested her cheek on Leon’s arm, her crimson hair spilling over his shoulder.

"We’re really close now..."

Cynthia turned to the window, silver-blue eyes glimmering with quiet emotion.

"It feels... strange. Like we’re about to enter a new Chapter."

Leon said nothing at first, his voice a low murmur, barely heard by Rias and Mia.

"...So it ends."

He gazed out as well. In the far distance, Silver City towered—tall, stately, a city drenched in sun and myth.

"Our trip... and possibly the final quiet days of our lives."

But he didn’t allow that to manifest on his face. He merely smiled, kissed Rias on the forehead, and let his hand trail teasingly across Mia’s exposed thigh. She laughed; rosy cheeks as she leaned against him.

If war was on its way.

He would stand before it.

But for the moment—he allowed them. Let them laugh.

For even the gods would be jealous of the man who embraced thirteen women... and all their hearts in his care.