Gabriella and Celine looked scandalized. Clearly, the Dark One had captured them and humbled their powers. His threat to defile their purity was very much real and stared them in the face. They exchanged frightened glances.

On his end, Ethan grinned like a kid with unlimited access to candy. His fingers hovered inches from Gabriella, his breath quickening as he imagined the things he could do with her.

The angel's body was not only voluptuous from Promiscua standards, but it was something out of the world, literally. At seven feet, she was a scaled version of the regular woman. The Cromwell heir took his time fantasizing about being smothered by her massive breasts, straddled between her thick thighs, and getting asphyxiated amidst her pancake buttcheeks.

Gabriella noticed his lewd expression and strained against the chains helplessly. Her cloak was torn open to reveal the swell of her massive breasts, only a heavencloth bikini armor holding them together.

Now that the angel's divinity was sapped, she could feel the elementals. Her nipples hardened in the chill basement air despite her fury.

Celine, chained beside her, glared at Ethan with equal venom. The Cromwell heir had spread her long legs wide in the BDSM restraints. The aphrodisiac jelly dripped from the metal links, already making her thighs glisten with gooey slickness.

"Virgin angels, huh?" Ethan said aloud, his face splitting into a rapturous grin. "I'll ruin you both. I'll pound that holy tightness of yours until you're filled and leaking my seed, begging for more like the sluts Michael never let you be."

As Gabriella and Celine cringed, Ethan extended his hands and grabbed Gabriella's breasts. They were so large that his boyish palms could barely hold her areolar area.

Ethan's member began to stir, making him imagine dark things he could do to the angel. However, Asmodeus' curse could kick in anytime. He didn't have the time for foreplay.

The Cromwell heir stared at Gabriella's massive cleavage. He could take his time later undressing the angels and fucking them in all their holes. Right now, the boy could titfuck her and force her to swallow his cum. That would stave off the curse.

Ethan began untying the knots on his breeches. Gabriella shuddered and closed her eyes. Her captor grinned viciously and was about to whip out his dick when a system notification appeared rudely in his vision.

[Family Tree: Online]

The FAMILY TREE SECTION? Ethan blinked, the villainous rapey haze in him momentarily disrupted. He stepped back, glancing at the chained angels. They were too weakened to escape; it was okay to step away for a moment.

"Don't go anywhere," he sneered, walking towards a distant corner of the dungeons. "Daddy's got a little family business to handle."

Once Ethan was out of earshot of the angels, he expanded the notification. It revealed a branching diagram he had first seen while reuniting with Artis Lupine.

[Partner Slot 1: Artis Lupine - Status: Bonded (Claimed)] [Status: Danger]

[Child Slot 1: Lupin - Status: Heir (Wolfkin)] [Status: Danger]

[Child Slot 2: Sylvan - Status: Heir (Wolfkin)] [Status: Danger]

[Child Slot 3: Grimm - Status: Heir (Wolfkin)] [Status: Danger]

[Open Slots: Partners (7), Children (Unlimited)] [Status: Danger]

Ethan's eyes widened. Artis and the cubs—his family. The wolfkin matriarch, apparently a dark nymph, had been his first true sexual conquest outside the castle walls.

Claiming her had unlocked this family tree, marking her and their litter as his bloodline. But why now? What was this DANGER status?

He backed out further from the angels, slipping behind a stone pillar in the basement's shadows.

He could still hear Gabriella and Celine's curses echoing faintly

"Demon spawn!"

"The Lord will smite you!"

Ethan ignored them, his mind shifting from lust to concern. "Cassandra," he whispered urgently. "What's the problem? Why's the Family Tree popping up like this? Why are they in danger?"

The AI system's voice responded in his mind like a governess schooling a wayward pupil.

[Ethan, the Family Tree is alerting you to a potential threat. For optimal efficiency, I request permission to navigate the system interfaces on your behalf without explicit orders. This will allow faster responses in crises.]

The Cromwell heir hesitated for a moment. Cassandra was asking for autonomy again? That didn't turn out great last time. But with a couple of fuckable angels chained in the dungeons, the curse hanging over his head, and a family possibly in peril, he couldn't afford delays.

"Granted. Do what you need."

[Permission expanded. Thank you, Ethan. Navigating...]

The Family Tree dissolved in a swirl of pixels, replaced by a sprawling holographic map. It showed Fondel County and its neighbors in exquisite geographical precision.

The rolling hills of the Whispering Woods were marked in green, while the jagged peaks of Mt. Elysar to the east were gray, and the snaking river borders with orc territories to the south were blue.

Tiny icons dotted the landscape—villages, roads, even hidden groves. Ethan was amazed at the pinpoint accuracy. This was better than Google Maps. However, his attention went to one area in particular.

A red circle pulsed around the Whispering Woods.

[Alert: Family Member Distress Detected. The Family Tree section will now communicate the status of the accepted members.]

[Since you've accepted Artis Lupine as a partner and her cubs as heirs, the System monitors them for threats. The red indicator signifies imminent danger in the Whispering Woods.]

Ethan's heart slammed against his ribs. Artis and the boys. They were like NPCs in this alternate world, and yet he felt a strong connection to them.

Artis offered everything to him unconditionally. She gave him company, the warmth of her body, and even sacrificed her life when the time came.

Her cubs had also proven themselves, having rescued him and his party from Orcs.

But then, Artis and the wolves were pretty strong as far as supernatural creatures were concerned. What could possibly endanger their lives?

"What kind of trouble is it? Spill it, Cassandra."

[Processing query…]

[System needs to update its database on Promiscua from the Akashic records…]

[User permission not required]

[Downloading from Akashic Records… 100%]

[Successful]

[Reprocessing query… ] [|Initiating scan…]

[Parameters applied: Divine Energy/High-Energy signatures. This will cross-reference threats with known mortal/celestial/arcane anomalies.]

The map shimmered, and lines of code flickered like veins across its surface. Ethan paced, watching the AI do its job. The evolution of his System into Cassandra had really given her tremendous abilities.

[Scan Complete. Refreshing Map…]

Apart from the usual creature icons, two new, larger icons blipped onto the screen. They were two stark white dots streaking towards the Whispering Woods from the north.

Ethan leaned in, squinting at the display in his mind. "What the hell are those? Most likely, they triggered the danger alert. Tell me, Cassandra. Identify them!"

[Analysis: Based on energy signatures, the threats are most likely ANGELS. They are of the bottom-tier category as Gabriella and Celine.]

[The System's predictive algorithms, drawing from billions of simulated eventualities, flag them as hostile.]

[Probability of lethal intent toward your bonded family: 94.7%.]

[Ratio of threat power levels to the victims—3:1]

[The red ping activates because it calculates their trajectory will intersect with Artis Lupine's den within the hour, resulting in the elimination of her and the heirs.]

Ethan's blood turned to ice. Gabriella and Celine weren't alone? Michael had sent more of his slutty lackeys? It was startling that the angels were targeting Artis and their cubs. Did they know the latter were his offspring?

Artis was a fighter, and the monster wolves were ferocious. Still, according to Cassandra, the angels' power levels were off the charts. The ones approaching the Whispering Woods weren't weakened like Gabriella and Celine. They'd rip his family to shreds.

"No!" Ethan growled, clenching his fists. "I'm not letting those winged sluts take away my first source of happiness in this goddamned world! Cassandra, what's the fastest way to the Whispering Woods?"

[Optimal Route Calculation: Fastest conventional method is horseback via the northern trail. Estimated time: 1 hour at full gallop, assuming there are no obstacles.]

An hour? Ethan slammed a fist into the pillar, cracking the surface. By then, it would be too late.

"One hour's too damn long," he snarled. "My family will be slaughtered by then. Don't you have any alternative solutions? You're a supersmart AI system. Find a way out for me!"

[Affirmative. Survival probability for bonded family without intervention: 12.3%. Recalculating alternatives...]

[Two viable acceleration methods identified.]

"Tell me!" Ethan snapped impatiently.

[Option 1: Tame a griffin for aerial transport. Griffins cover the distance in approximately 10 minutes at full speed.]

"Alright. You mean that's a flying creature? Where can I find a griffin? Are they found in Gulchtown?"

[Species: Griffin. Description: Majestic beasts with eagle heads and lion bodies, often called the kings of the sky. They are fiercely loyal once tamed. The survival rate of Griffin tamers and riders is 9%.

[Nearest nest: Mt. Elysar, 2 hours' ride eastward. I can provide a manual on taming Griffins.]

Ethan barked a bitter laugh. Not only was it close to impossible to tame a Griffin at his current level, but he had to travel to Mt. Elysar for it. That detour would doom his family before he even had the chance to mount a horse. Moreover, the Asmodeus curse would come into play sooner or later.

"That will take significantly longer than just walking to the Whispering Woods. What is the second alternative?"

[Option 2: Tame one of the captured angels and ride them directly to the Whispering Woods.]

Ethan froze, finding it difficult to believe what Cassandra was proposing. Tame and ride an angel? Was that even possible?

His gaze snapped to Gabriella and Celine. They were as irresistible as ever, chained and seething.

Ethan's perverted mind was freshly injected with lust. The angel bodies arched in the restraints, with their curves on full display. Their mountainous breasts heaved with ragged breaths, and their thighs quivered from the aphrodisiac jelly's drip.

Cassandra appeared to have read his mind, overflowing with lewdness. She issued a supportive message.

[I can guide you to tame the angel…]

Ethan took a deep breath, feeling his dick twitching. "Alright. Let's do it."

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