Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Chapter 431 The moonlight is beautiful, and my mother-in-law is below.

Hope used magic to cleanse the girls' bodies, covered them with blankets, and looked at the messy room with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Because I had been playing around a lot, the room was a complete mess, like a doghouse.

Although it was already evening, Hope was full of energy and had nothing better to do. Just as he was about to tidy up the room, he suddenly noticed the cards that Kana had dropped on the floor.

It's the same set of divination methods she used before.

Hope hadn't cared at first, but a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Do a divination.

Hope didn't believe in these things. After all, he had personally witnessed Kana fooling customers when she set up a fortune-telling stall, earning enough money in just half a day to pay off the guild's debt for drinks.

Superstition really is a money-making machine.

But that's not the point. Once he awakens to the power of the magnetic field, Hope's will will not change easily. He doesn't believe in divination, so logically he shouldn't have the idea of ​​divination.

But it just happened out of nowhere, a sudden whim.

This feeling made Hope narrow his eyes slightly. There was only one explanation: some kind of threat had triggered a subconscious warning in him.

Arriving silently on the balcony, Hope chose to follow her heart, knowing that the intuition of those with a strong magnetic field was never unfounded.

Following Kana's usual divination method, Hope quickly completed the divination, which asked whether the exchange meeting two days later would be good or bad.

However, the result made him frown deeply.

A narrow escape from death.

The divination result was a near-death experience!

After the magnetic field power climbed to 20 horsepower, is there still a force in this world that can threaten me?

Shouldn't I be the one who is invincible in the world?

Why am I suddenly going to die?

Hope was filled with questions, and then, not believing it, she tried another card reading in a different way, but in the end, she still got the same cold result.

"Tsk tsk, indeed, no extraordinary world should be underestimated." Hope closed the card, already believing the result in his heart.

But what exactly is it that even he can't deal with?

I should have peeked at the "Huangji Jingshi Shu" when I was in the magnetic field world. Although it is jokingly called the first source of the ultimate skills in the "Haihu" trilogy, its unique function of "observing celestial phenomena and knowing the future" is worth reading.

Hope sighed, looked up at the sky, and saw a beautiful night sky dotted with stars. Unfortunately, he was not in a good mood and could only sit and admire it.

Forget it, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

Even the sixth sense of someone with a strong magnetic field isn't always accurate, and Hope is absolutely confident that she can teleport her companions to a safe place in an instant.

If there really is a fatal crisis...

At worst, we can go all out and sink the Western Continent!

A gentle night breeze carried the scent of roses from the manor. Hope sat down, taking in everything within a radius of tens of kilometers with her keen senses.

The lights of distant towns, pedestrians returning home at night, butterflies curled up sleeping in the flower bushes of the manor, and... a faint, indescribable fragrance unique to mature women.

Hope's eyelid twitched.

He didn't turn around, but the magnetic field had already clearly sensed the movement behind him.

"Good son-in-law, can't you sleep?"

Eileen's voice was languid as she walked barefoot on the marble floor of the balcony. Her steps were slow and leisurely, her toes slender and white, each step as light as a cat's.

"Mother-in-law," Hope began, "you're still up so late?"

Eileen chuckled softly, the sound spreading in the night breeze like a feather brushing against her ear. "I haven't slept in a long time, and tonight I'm suddenly able to sleep, so I'm too excited to fall asleep."

As she spoke, she walked over to Hope and sat down beside him, looking up at the starry sky.

The moonlight shone on her profile, outlining a perfect silhouette.

Hope glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then immediately regretted her decision.

Eileen wasn't wearing the revealing black outfit she'd worn during the day; she was only wearing a loose bathrobe.

The neckline was loosely open, revealing delicate collarbones and a large expanse of fair skin. The bathrobe's belt was simply tied in a knot, outlining a slender waist.

The hem barely covered the top of her thighs, and would occasionally lift up gently in the night breeze, revealing her straight, slender legs without any excess fat.

Her hair was still wet.

She exuded a subtle, alluring charm, with a half-smile playing on her lips, radiating a captivating and bewitching allure.

Her long, crimson hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still clinging to the ends. Occasionally, a drop would slide down her hair, land on her collarbone, and continue down that graceful arc until it disappeared deep into the neckline of her bathrobe.

Hope's Adam's apple bobbed.

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat clear and powerful, blood surged through my veins, and my body temperature began to rise uncontrollably.

Even more deadly is...

Hope felt that a part of her body was paying the highest "payment" to this woman who was over four hundred years old in an extremely uncooperative manner.

Oh no! My heart, my life!

Hope abruptly turned her head back, staring intently at the night sky in front of her, not daring to even glance to the side.

Seeing Hope stiffen up to the point where even her breathing became cautious, Eileen smiled slightly and blew a warm breath into his ear, instantly raising goosebumps on Hope's skin.

"Little rascal, why are you suddenly shy?"

"You dare not look at me? Am I not beautiful?"

nice?

Of course it's beautiful!

So beautiful it's unfair! So outrageously beautiful! He was so beautiful he almost had the word "beautiful" etched onto his forehead!

But it was precisely because it was so beautiful that he dared not look at it!

In the middle of the night, my girlfriend's mature mother, dressed in a bathrobe, showed up at the door. She smelled wonderful and was so close to me... Bathrobe, wet hair, bare feet, moonlight, and that ripe, mature body.

Who can stand this.

The scene that follows, which appears to be an explicit sexual content, would be censored on any legitimate online platform.

And most importantly, she is Erza's mother!

Hope didn't consider herself a saint, but she still had basic ethical principles. Although those principles were beginning to crumble under Eileen's relentless pursuit.

“Mother-in-law,” Hope’s voice was a little tense, “you should go back and rest. Tomorrow…”

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind.

Soft, warm, and with a fresh, post-bath fragrance.

Those arms passed around his waist, their fingers interlocked in front of his abdomen, encircling him with just the right amount of force.

Then... Hope felt an amazingly elastic and soft material press against her back.

"I'm so envious of Erza. Why can't I meet a good man like you?"

Eileen released her arms from his waist, interlaced her fingers on his abdomen, and pressed herself against him from behind. "But it's not too late now."

"I'm really angry right now, Hope, help me..."

An undisguised desire overwhelmed Hope, causing him to catch his breath. Looking at the emotions in Eileen's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.

I wonder what I have done to deserve the love of both mother and daughter at the same time.

As Eileen pressed down, the soft touch became even clearer, completely shattering Hope's last shred of restraint. He stood up and looked down at the moonlit beauty sitting on the ground.

"Sister Eileen."

"Put your hair up in a bun!"

Chapter 432 That Night

An indescribable night passed.

The next day, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin golden line on the floor.

Kana sat up in bed, feeling a sharp pain in her back and legs that felt like lead. She tried to stand up by holding onto the bedside table, but her legs gave way and she almost collapsed to her knees. Luckily, she managed to grab the wall for support.

"Damn Hope..."

"How could Erza not tell me beforehand that he was so powerful? She's so mean!"

She gritted her teeth and, supporting herself against the wall, moved out step by step, each step carefully taken, afraid that someone would notice something amiss.

However, Mirajane happened to come out of the next room.

She wore a loose white shirt, the hem barely covering her thighs, her long silver hair casually draped over her shoulders, and a faint blush on her face. She looked radiant and walked with a light step, showing no signs of discomfort whatsoever.

Seeing Kana struggling to walk while holding onto the wall, Mirajane's eyes curved into crescents, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Oh my, isn't this Kana-chan who said 'I'm going to drain you dry today' last night?"

"Why do you look like this now?"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Kana blushed with embarrassment from her neck all the way to her ears.

She glared fiercely at Mirajane, but her gaze was hardly intimidating; instead, the blush on her face made her look like she was being coquettish.

"you shut up!"

"If you hadn't cried and shouted 'I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore' and asked me to go up and hold on a little longer, I wouldn't be in this situation... ugh!"

Mirajane took two steps forward and covered Kana's mouth with her hand. Her smile was still gentle, but there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

"Kana-chan, there are some things that are better left unsaid."

Kana shoved her hand away and rolled her eyes.

The two were bickering when Erza returned.

A red-haired girl emerged from the dressing room, wearing a simple white dress with a dark blue ribbon tied around her waist. Her long hair was loosely braided and hung down her back.