The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 160 - 159. The Wedding (part 2)

Chapter 160: 159. The Wedding (part 2)

"Mathilda-sama’s kiss... you can’t have it!" one of the maids pouted, pulling back just long enough to catch her breath.

"It’s ours... we’re stealing it!" the other maid added, her voice dripping with excitement and jealousy.

Mathilda, watching with amusement, decided to join in on the fun. "Let me add more kisses, then," she teased, leaning down and kissing Tyler herself, the softness of her lips catching him off guard. The moment her kiss landed, it seemed to fuel the frenzy even more.

The maids, seeing Mathilda’s bold move, intensified their efforts. The kisses came faster, more insistent. "Oh, what will you do if I kiss his cheeks?" Mathilda asked playfully before planting light pecks on both sides of Tyler’s face.

That was all the encouragement the maids needed. They each mirrored Mathilda, pressing their lips to his cheeks from both sides, their movements becoming increasingly eager. Before he could protest, they pushed him onto the sofa, surrounding him and kissing him in turns, alternating between his lips and his cheeks, their soft giggles echoing through the room.

Tyler, half-amused and half-overwhelmed, attempted to sit up, but the two maids held him in place, hugging him from either side. They seemed lost in the moment, their playful rivalry turning into a competition to see who could kiss him more.

"I think we’ve already stolen Mathilda-sama’s kiss," one maid declared breathlessly.

The other maid, not to be outdone, shook her head. "Idiot! If you want Mathilda-sama’s kiss, you just have to do this!"

In a sudden, unexpected move, she grabbed Mathilda by the arm. Mathilda, caught off guard, stumbled forward, landing on top of Tyler. The maid didn’t stop there; she cupped Mathilda’s face, as if about to kiss her directly. But at the last moment, she turned Mathilda’s head and pressed her lips to Tyler’s once more, making the whole scene even more chaotic.

"What the-" Mathilda gasped, completely thrown by the maid’s boldness. But before she could fully comprehend what had happened, the maid pulled her away and mounted Tyler herself, her lips once again finding his. The second maid, determined not to lose, quickly followed suit, joining the next round of their spontaneous kissing session.

Maybe the drug was stronger than Mathilda anticipated, or maybe it was the maids’ growing desire, but things escalated quickly. The two maids, now completely caught up in the heat of the moment, began pulling at their own dresses, letting them slip from their shoulders one by one. Tyler, too, found himself losing track of his clothes as the maids giggled, their hands eagerly working at the fabric.

Mathilda, watching from the sidelines at first, soon found herself dragged into the mix by the overly enthusiastic maids. For a brief moment, Tyler locked eyes with her, both of them caught off guard by how things had spiralled. This was definitely the first time the two of them had been so close in this way.

Mathilda, ever the bold one, broke the silence between them. Her lips curved into a teasing smile, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned in. "Stop staring at me and start doing something," she said, a light blush colouring her cheeks as she tugged at the last piece of fabric clinging to her body.

Tyler swallowed, not entirely sure how to respond. The room was charged with a mixture of playful teasing and something more intense. But just before things could go any further, Mathilda’s usual mischievous grin returned. She pushed a finger to his chest, playfully shoving him back into the cushions of the sofa.

"Don’t get any ideas, though," she whispered, her eyes gleaming. "We can do it later. I want you to do me alone."

Tyler let out a chuckle, shaking his head at her, though he felt the growing tension in the air. The maids, completely enraptured by their playful desires, continued to shower him with affection.

She looked at his overgrown part.

"They say there are 206 bones in the human body, I saw the 207th bone." Mathilda said.

"It’s alright. Use these maids to vent, the drug effect stopped a few minutes ago, these two are just...." As Mathilda said the two maids flinched and blushed.

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After thoroughly enjoying her bullying of the haughty lady, Lily scanned the area but couldn’t spot Tyler anywhere. She quickly sought out Mana, who was busy making her way through a third round at the buffet.

"Mana, where’s Tyler?" Lily asked, knowing Mana, as Tyler’s Ghost Spirit, could sense him nearby.

Mana paused, her eyes glowing faintly as she tapped into her connection. "He’s... eating meat. No, wait... he’s serving meat to two maids, and Mathilda’s feasting her eyes."

Lily glanced around the buffet. "Huh? They’re in the buffet too?"

"Nope..." Mana replied casually, stuffing another bite of food into her mouth.

A few minutes later, she and Mana arrived at a private room, and Mana silently signalled toward the door. Lily carefully opened it, peeking inside.

Inside, two naked maids were snuggled up on the sofa, looking quite satisfied. Tyler, however, was in the middle of wearing his clothes, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"You beast. You had to go two more rounds each just to get satisfied." Mathilda murmured.

Lily crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Are you here to save Astrid or to make out with maids?"

Tyler glanced at her, completely unfazed by her irritated tone. "Don’t look at me like that. We got information."

Mathilda, lounging nearby, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, our dear captain had to *sacrifice* his body for the cause," she said in a mock-dramatic tone, though a mischievous smirk was clearly visible.

Lily rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "I hope that information was worth all this... *sacrificing*."

Tyler shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s just say, we know where Astrid is now."

Tyler shut the door to the private room and tossed the key into the room by the door gap below. "They’ll be able to open it when they wake up," he muttered. With that, he and the others set off toward the area the maid had mentioned. Thanks to their treasure masks, infiltrating deeper into the castle was a breeze. They were able to conceal their Presence.

Eventually, they came to a stop.

"From what I’ve heard, there are a lot of guards up ahead. We should take another route-through the Emperor’s harem," Tyler suggested.

They snuck into the harem, a section of the palace reserved for the Emperor’s concubines. The space was lush, with an expansive garden and a serene, artificial lake. There, young ladies and mature women, whose beauty had remained untouched by time, played and bathed in the shimmering waters.

A sweet, intoxicating fragrance filled the air, a blend of jasmine, roses, and exotic spices. It was a scent that seemed to wrap around them, lingering like a seductive promise, drawing all who entered into its hypnotic allure.

"I envy the Emperor," Mathilda whispered with a smirk, her gaze lingering on the concubines.

Tyler sighed, though he couldn’t help but steal a glance himself. "Stop peeking," he said half-heartedly.

Mana leaned in and said. "That concubine’s butt is... thick."

Tyler : "Gyatt...."

Mathilda : "Smash... Next "

Tyler blinked, his cheeks warming as Mathilda leaned in to whisper something more suggestive in his ear. His eyes widened. "Is that... possible?"

Before he could consider it further, a sudden chill crept up his spine. Lily’s voice, quiet but commanding, reached them from behind. "Stfu and follow me. Or I’ll smack both of you."

"Yes, ma’am!" Tyler and Mathilda chimed in unison.

"And no adding aphrodisiacs to the lake," Lily added with a sharp glare.

Tyler and Mathilda nodded. They were from a demon sect, of course their thoughts are a little chaotic. Of course Tyler would never force himself on a woman. He did it with those maids only after Mathilda said that they were sober.

The trio left the harem and moved toward a secluded area, one of the castle’s most guarded chambers. According to the maids, this might be where Astrid was being held. While one side of the room was heavily guarded, they had found an unguarded passage leading to the chamber.

Sneaking past the final barrier, they reached a locked door.

Inside, Astrid sat in silence, her gaze fixated on the scene displayed by the Room of Thoughts, a mystical room that reflected the thoughts of those inside it. She is still locked in a gold and silver cage. Her childhood version is now running with Lutz around the cage. She looked at them with a happy expression.

She heard the sound of the door creaking open. She thought it was someone delivering food and ignored it

Suddenly, the scene playing was replaced by something else entirely-two maids were kissing Tyler on a sofa, their hands exploring him with enthusiasm. Their dress fell on by one as Tyler’s thing stood straight.

Astrid blinked in confusion and then blushed, "What in the world...?"

A voice broke her train of thought. "Mathilda, you’re letting your thoughts leak out again," she heard Tyler say.