The Eclipsed Bloom
Chapter 82: Wife’s obsessives side

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Wife’s obsessives side

As Zara walked alongside Edith toward the mansion, her eyes suddenly widened.

’Oops! I forgot to sign in... It’s already been a month!’

With that thought, she quickly activated the sign-in system in her mind.

[Ding! Reward commencing...][Reward 1: Space Ring — Capable of storing nearly unlimited items. Cannot store living beings.]

Zara blinked, surprised.

’Isn’t this just like the high-class spatial magic from my realm?’

She read on, and her eyes widened even more.

’Wait... unlimited storage? That’s insane. Way more powerful than any spell I know!’

Excited, she turned her attention to the second reward.

[Reward 2: Blood Mastery — As a high-level vampire, just below the Progenitor bloodline, you now possess perfect mastery over blood. You can now manipulate the blood of others.....]

Zara nearly screamed out loud.

’W-What?! I can control other people’s blood?!’

’Didn’t Nyssa say no vampire could use someone else’s blood as a weapon?!’

She clutched her chest, trying to keep calm as her mind raced.

’This... this ability is broken! If I can control an opponent’s blood... I could kill without lifting a finger!’

She took a deep breath, eyes glowing faintly with anticipation.

Zara’s excitement dimmed as she continued reading the rest of the skill description:

[Note: The target must be at least twice as weak as you. Otherwise, your control will break.]

She scratched her head, sighing.

’Well... I guess that makes sense. Otherwise, I’d be way too overpowered.’

Just as she was mentally accepting the limit, she suddenly felt Edith’s arm tighten around her shoulder—followed by a soft, cushiony pressure against her arm.

Her face turned red instantly as she glanced sideways.

Edith was smirking slyly, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Look over there,"

Edith whispered, her breath warm against Zara’s ear."Your wives are on their way. What do you think they’ll do if I just squeeze your whole arm into my chest~?"

"Fuuuuu~" she exhaled softly into Zara’s ear.

Zara’s entire face flushed crimson. Her heart skipped a beat as her body tensed in panic. Realizing what Edith had just said, she immediately pulled herself away, creating distance between them.

Her eyes darted around—and then froze.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze landed on Lilith and Grace, walking toward them with darkened, clearly irritated expressions.

Their eyes were locked on Edith. More precisely—on Zara’s arm, which had just been between Edith’s chest a second ago.

Zara’s lips trembled slightly.

"I’m doomed..." she muttered under her breath, her soul slowly draining from her body.

As Lilith and Grace approached, Zara broke into a nervous panic, words tumbling out of her mouth in a frenzy.

"W-Wives! It’s not what it looked like! I swear! It was—it was an illusion! Yeah, some kind of illusion technique! I-I didn’t do anything inappropriate! You know I’d never do anything like that! I can only do that kind of thing with you two! So—so—"

Her desperate rambling was cut short when Grace silently seized her arm and pressed it possessively between her own chest, her voice a quiet, obsessive whisper.

"She’s mine... mine... mine..."

Zara’s soul nearly left her body.

Lilith, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes at Edith, her voice sharp and icy.

"What exactly were you trying to do, Edith? This is my wife. Keep your perverted hands to yourself."

Edith, still smiling, lazily placed a finger to her chin.

"Fufu~ what’s the problem? Haven’t you read those sister-wife romance stories? Sometimes the sister-in-law gets... close. And the main wife ends up liking it~"

Lilith rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Ugh. Keep your erotic novel fantasies to yourself. She doesn’t like it."

Then she turned her gaze to Zara, her silver eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.

"Right?"

Zara’s body stiffened like a statue. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple. She forced a nervous laugh, gulping hard.

"Y-Yeah! She’s right! I-I didn’t like it! Not even a tiny bit! Ahaha..."

Lilith slowly turned her head back to Edith with a triumphant smile.

"See?"

Edith just pouted and shrugged.

"Hmph. One day, you’ll come to appreciate me too, little Zara~"

Zara’s face somehow got even redder.

A vein popped on Lilith’s forehead as she sharply pointed a finger at Edith.

"She will never appreciate you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever—hmph!"

Without waiting for a reply, she snatched Zara’s hand and started dragging her away like a possessive stormcloud. Grace, still mumbling "mine... mine..." under her breath, glared once at Edith before following.

Edith raised an eyebrow at Grace’s obsessive aura and sighed with a smirk.

"Wow... my sword-freak sister has gone full yandere. This seriously could be a plot for a novel. Hehehe~"

then she took the novel that she hide behind her, and start reading,

Zara, now caught in the middle of her wives’ wrath and jealousy, looked nervously over her shoulder.

’Wh-Why are they dragging me like this!? T-To the bedroom!?’

They entered the room. With a swift motion, Grace closed the door behind them with a soft click while Lilith pulled Zara close by the waist and—gently but firmly—tossed her onto the bed.

"Ahhh—!" Zara yelped, landing on her back. She blinked, slowly sitting up and rubbing her head, only to freeze as her gaze fell upon her wives.

Her eyes widened. Her voice cracked in disbelief.

"W-W-Wives?! Wh-What are you doing!?"

She rubbed her eyes furiously, convinced she was dreaming again—like the other time she’d imagined Lilith in this exact situation. But when she looked again—

It was real.

Very real.

Lilith and Grace were undressing, standing there in nothing but lacy bras and panties. Their faces were red, their eyes shy but unwavering as they stepped closer to the stunned Zara on the bed.

Zara’s mouth hung open.

Lilith sat gracefully on Zara’s right side, her fingers expertly working to unfasten Zara’s outer dress. Grace, without a word, mirrored her from the left, helping peel away the fabric like they had practiced it a hundred times in their dreams.

Zara gasped softly as the cool air met her skin, the sensation of their fingers brushing against her sensitized nerves causing her to tremble.

"A-Ahh... W-What are you two doing...? Isn’t tonight Grace’s turn to sleep with me?" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Lilith didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in and captured Zara’s lips in a kiss—soft, slow, silencing. Zara’s eyes widened, her voice muffled by the warmth of Lilith’s mouth.

"Mmmph...!"

At the same time, Grace’s hands gently roamed, fingers dancing along Zara’s thighs before her lips found Zara’s ear. She nipped it lightly, sending another shiver up her spine.

Zara’s entire body tingled from their twin affection. With only her undergarments left, the faint glow of the soul-bound mark on her finger flickered to life. The sword ring mark shine with red light Her instincts took over.

With a swift yet gentle motion, she wrapped her arms around both of them and reversed their positions. In a heartbeat, Grace and Lilith were beneath her, looking up in mild surprise and flustered delight.

"My turn to take control," Zara whispered, her voice low but steady, eyes burning with a mix of love and mischief.

Both wives blushed, their hands naturally reaching up to hold her close.

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Earth – U.S.A.

In front of a worn-out apartment door, a man stood silently. His hair fell over his eyes, unkempt and shadowing the weariness etched deep into his features. His body was thin, a testament to the long hours and low pay he endured just to survive.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Despite his exhaustion, a soft smile lifted his lips.

"My wife’s going to be surprised I came home early today. I should surprise her..." he whispered to himself.

He unlocked the door and stepped in quietly, careful not to make a sound. The small apartment was dim, the hallway narrow and cluttered, just as he remembered. As he moved forward, he suddenly froze.

Voices.

Two men speaking—unfamiliar, cold voices. He moved slowly toward the living room, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Who... who’s in our home?

Peeking through the cracked doorway, his eyes widened in disbelief. Two tall figures stood inside, clad in knight-like armor. A strange symbol—an old church insignia—was etched into the capes draped across their backs.

"Yeah, the girl possessed by a demon has been taken care of. Don’t worry—nothing will happen now. Let’s go."

Without another word, the two leapt out the window with unnatural grace and vanished into the night.

The man rushed into the room, confused and panicked. As he stepped forward, his foot suddenly felt wet. He looked down.

Red.

A pool of blood.

His breath caught. Slowly, trembling, he followed the trail of crimson until his eyes landed on her.

There, on the floor, was his wife. Her eyes stared lifelessly toward the ceiling. Her throat had been cruelly cut.

The man didn’t scream.

His soul felt like it had been torn from his body.

He dropped to his knees, crawling toward her. Tears streamed silently down his face as he reached for her with shaking hands, gently brushing her blood-streaked cheek.

"Why... why you...?" he whispered, his voice hollow.