Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Cohen gently stroked Nephthys's flat stomach, his voice tinged with barely concealed amusement:

“We can have several children ourselves. The offspring born from the union of our bloodlines will surely inherit the best talents.”

Then these precious traditions will have found their best home, won't they?

Nephthys was completely melted by these direct and passionate words and caresses.

She closed her eyes, reached out and wrapped her arms around Cohen's neck, responding silently to this ambitious yet tender "proposal".

The study was filled with flickering light and shadow, leaving only the interplay of breaths and the pervasive feeling of spring...

……

The afternoon sun shone through the crystal windows of the palace, casting dappled golden light onto the velvet-covered couch.

Adele sat sideways on the edge of the tatami mat, her slender fingers gently massaging Cohen's slightly furrowed temples with just the right amount of pressure.

With her eyelashes lowered, her gaze swept over Cohen's slightly tired face with a half-smile, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of her lips, and she said softly:
"What happened? Did that witch from the Lost Lands drain you dry, or did our young sorcerer ruin you?"

Upon hearing this, Cohen immediately showed a resentful expression, as if he had been severely looked down upon.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Adele's wrist, and whispered:

"Sister, don't you know my body?"
"Don't let your legendary status fool you; I can still easily dominate you in bed."

Adele spat lightly and twisted her wrist to break free from Cohen's malicious hand.

He straightened his slightly disheveled cuffs, and his tone suddenly became serious:
"Nephthys was with you the longest, so I won't say much. When are you planning to give her a formal title?"

Cohen was slightly pleased; Adele's initiative in bringing up the matter was clearly a tacit approval and acceptance.

But a hint of helplessness appeared on his face as he hesitated and said:
“I mentioned it to her, but she didn’t agree.”

"How about we just leave it like this for now?"

Adele looked at him quietly for a moment, then shrugged indifferently, her tone flat:
"what ever."

Her gaze turned to the window.

"Anyway, there are already so many princesses in the palace, one more won't make a difference."

These words sound like a form of indulgence, yet they also subtly carry a complex and difficult-to-detect emotion.

Cohen gazed at her perfect profile, momentarily unable to fathom the true thoughts of his closest sister, the queen.

Warm light streamed between the two men through the gauze curtains inside the bedroom.

Yadel leaned against the soft couch, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Cohen held Adeline close, his fingertips idly tracing the strands of hair that were scattered on the pillow.

The atmosphere inside the palace grew increasingly intense. Cohen leaned closer, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.

Just as his hand touched the silk sash around Adele's waist, and he was about to mount his horse so that his sister, the Queen, could properly verify whether there was anything wrong with his body, he was about to fall off.

An extremely subtle yet exceptionally clear fluctuation of soul energy suddenly rippled through the depths of Cohen's consciousness.

It was a soul communication request sent by Princess Grace of the Eastern Empire.

Cohen froze abruptly, a hint of barely concealed embarrassment flashing across his face.

Before he could even retrieve the communication stone, Adele beneath him suddenly chuckled softly, raising her slender finger to tap Cohen's brow:
"What, is it that Princess Longyu of the Eastern Empire has come to see you?"

Cohen was startled, even though he was always unguarded in front of Adele and his soul was completely open.

However, it is still too incredible that they could perceive the other party's identity so accurately the instant the communication request was sent.

This insight into the subtle fluctuations of the soul has reached a level that is simply incomprehensible.

Just how powerful is Adel's cultivation?

Cohen suppressed his surprise and nodded with a wry smile.

He had just taken the slightly warm communication stone from his storage space and was about to connect to ask Grace what was so important when—

A fair, jade-like hand preemptively and gently took the communication stone from his hand.

At the same time, a lazy and dangerous smile appeared on her lips, and her stunningly beautiful face gradually magnified in Cohen's vision.

With a gentle lift of her long, slender, fair legs, she pressed down on Cohen's shoulder, completely preventing him from reaching for the communication stone.

Her red lips almost touched Cohen's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice both alluring and undeniably domineering:

"Whatever important matters you have to discuss, you have to wait until I've had my way with my husband!" Faced with such ultimate temptation and offensive, Cohen's already dwindling willpower crumbled instantly.

Grace's urgent "Hello, hello, hello" calls from the other end of the communication stone seemed to come from another distant world, and were quickly drowned out by the suddenly warm and enchanting atmosphere in the palace.

Cohen reached out and grasped the fair, bare feet beside his ear, leaned down, and completely succumbed to the boundless bliss brought by Adel.

On the other end of the communication stone, inside the palace of the Eastern Empire.

Grace held the slightly warm communication stone, her delicate brows furrowed.

She clearly sensed that the communication had been connected, so why was no one speaking on the other end?
Just as she was wondering, a very faint yet incredibly clear, suppressed, soft moan from a woman, mixed with some kind of blush-inducing sound, faintly came through the communication stone.

Grace was taken aback at first, then her face instantly turned bright red.

Although she hadn't been completely devoured by Cohen yet, she had already been "ravaged" by him countless times, inside and out.

Naturally, he immediately understood what the voice meant, and a nameless rage suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

That bastard dared to have sex with another woman right in front of his official fiancée!

Do you really think that she, the eldest princess of the Eastern Region Empire, is so easy to bully?
Grace took a deep breath, ready to unleash a torrent of curses and condemn the shameless couple.

However, just as she was about to speak, she suddenly recognized the owner of the female voice, and her momentum immediately diminished.

Without a doubt, the woman pinned beneath Cohen at this moment is none other than the most beautiful woman on the continent, the youngest legend on the continent, and the rightful Queen of Effie, Adele Angrain.

Faced with the legitimate queen who completely outshone her in appearance, strength, and status, Grace found herself unable to muster even the slightest courage to shout.

She could only bite her lip resentfully, cursing under her breath:

This Adel usually seems so aloof and dignified, but when she gets angry, she gets so fiery, making people blush...

……

Grace, of course, could not bear to continue listening to her fiancé having sex with another woman.

After recognizing the female voice as belonging to Ada, she angrily cut off the communication with a heart full of complex and indescribable emotions.

In Florence, after the wind and clouds had calmed down in the royal palace, Cohen lay on his side, his palm gently resting on Adele's breathtaking curves of waist and hips, feeling the voluptuous curves that were difficult to fully grasp.

He said with a hint of hesitation:
"Sis, isn't this a bit too much for Grace?"

Adele's long legs, still wrapped around Cohen's waist, tightened slightly. Her throat, still slightly hoarse from her earlier passion, swayed sensually as she glanced at him with seductive eyes.
"What, I haven't even disciplined him much yet, and you're already feeling sorry for him?"

Cohen quickly shook his head, wisely stopping himself from speaking:

"No, never mind, I won't say anything more."

Adeline then let out a satisfied hum and lazily sat up from Cohen's embrace.

She stretched out her body, a masterpiece of nature, without any restraint, her snow-white skin radiating a dazzling glow in the dim light.

While combing her slightly damp long hair, she said in a calm tone:

"If she contacts you at this time, it's most likely because she wants you to go somewhere with her."

I've only been reunited with you for a few days, and she's already trying to take you away from me again.

"Am I not allowed to have a temper?"

Cohen gave a sheepish smile.

He had a pretty good idea of ​​Grace's purpose in contacting him so suddenly.

Adele languidly sat up, her slender fingers gently tracing the ambiguous red marks left on her snow-white skin from their recent lovemaking, and said with a half-smile:

"Send her a message."

"Don't let our Princess really feel wronged and start crying."

"That's not the case."

Ada said no more, put on a silk robe, and turned to go to the bathroom to clean the traces of their lovemaking.

Cohen took a deep breath, composed himself, and quickly reconnected with Grace through their soul communication.

As soon as the call connected, Grace's voice, filled with deep resentment, came through the line:
"how?

My Lord Corleone, you wouldn't be trying to force me to give myself to you this way, would you?! (End of Chapter)