Chapter 153: Freya's Pregnancy

Dark Sanctum, 399 floors.

A burst of light flared up.

Freya slowly stepped out of the Transmission Array and headed toward the reception room where Fulade was at that moment.

Just around the corner, a strikingly beautiful golden‑haired Witch with an ethereal aura walked straight toward her.

The two locked eyes for a moment; the golden‑haired Witch first flashed a radiant smile and politely greeted Freya.

Regarding others' goodwill, Freya, now back beside Fulade, was no longer as cold and aloof as before.

She smiled with a slightly stiff expression and nodded at the ethereally beautiful Witch.

The two exchanged a few casual pleasantries and then went their separate ways.

Watching the graceful figure disappear around the corner, Freya turned slowly and continued toward Fulade's reception room.

She knew the golden‑haired Witch; her name was Miraya.

During the first proposal of the last Dark Council, she had caused quite a stir.

She had been coming to Fulade's side frequently lately; her arrival now was likely to confirm matters regarding infiltration slots.

Recently, many small factions harbored such ideas, so that Freya could only see Fulade by entering the reception room.

However, for some reason, she always felt that the Witch named Miraya was being overly diligent.

When Freya reached the door of the reception room, a faint light swept over, and the warning Magic Array blocking the entrance quietly dissipated.

Freya possessed direct clearance to enter the reception room, so she didn't need to report her entry as others did.

"There have been quite a few small factions trying to get close to you lately,"

Upon entering the reception room, she saw Fulade leaning against Sonia, his face serene as he enjoyed the gentle finger pressure from the petite maid behind him.

Sonia's expression flushed with shame, her eyes filled with a lingering melancholy, a pool of spring water gathering within them.

Out of Freya's sight, a large hand had slipped deep into the black lace gown, repeatedly stroking its soft, smooth thigh skin.

Each inadvertent tease made Sonia's gaze grow even more hazy and plaintive.

Just as the ambiguous massage atmosphere with Fulade seemed to lull Sonia, who had hoped this time to finally climb onto Fulade's body in due course.

Suddenly spotting Freya's arrival, she was instantly disappointed.

She opened her eyes, answered Freya's question, and subtly withdrew the palm that had been resting between Sonia's legs.

Fulade could of course sense Sonia's petulant, almost petty‑wifey mood; looking at her delicate red lips, he could immediately picture her as a hanging oil bottle.

Amused, Fulade also slapped the increasingly plump, full, perky butt on the other side.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Sonia first bit her red lips, silently protesting to Fulade with displeasure; she wasn't Aunt Amelia, who liked such things…

Eh~, seeing Fulade's half‑smile, Sonia felt a sudden enlightenment, as if she understood something.

She immediately ran out, overjoyed.

The smile at the corner of her mouth made Fulade wonder if his palm possessed some kind of magic.

At that moment, Sonia recalled that whenever Fulade went to spank Aunt Amelia's plump butt, it always served as a prelude for Aunt Amelia to prepare tools, to prepare… for training.

Could it be…

Thinking this, her steps quickened even more. "Darling, I haven't been with you properly these past days; you won't blame me, will you?" Fulade walked up to stand before Freya.

He gently pulled her into his arms, looking at her swollen belly with evident tenderness.

Yes, Freya was already pregnant.

And she had been carrying for six years.

By calculation, the child wouldn't be born for another year.

Nevertheless, this was normal.

After all, their genes had long transcended human limits; a longer gestation was perfectly natural, wasn't it? Fulade was undeniably thrilled about his soon‑to‑be first child.

After all, after years of fruitless effort, Freya unexpectedly gave him a surprise.

"Little Elsa, may I be forgiven?"

Turning, Fulade embraced Freya, gently rubbing her rounded belly, his words revealing concern for the mother and child's current situation.

Faced with Fulade's gentle comfort, Freya clearly relished it, her gaze toward him growing moist.

"Hmm, don't worry, Fulade, I can see you're raising little Elsa well; we just need a bit more time to communicate,"

Hearing this, Fulade felt reassured.

He recalled that when Elsa first met Freya, tears streamed like a spring and the little mouth shouted, "I have no mother," a memory still vivid.

Now that their relationship had eased, Fulade finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fulade also understood that little Elsa had long hoped for a mother's companionship, but he had been missing at the time.

Fortunately, with Malina, Sibyl, Mina and other female companions, little Elsa enjoyed a wonderful childhood.

The two exchanged heartfelt conversation.

For some reason, Freya's breathing grew increasingly rapid.

"Darling, I want…"

Freya's previously cold face was now full of spring tides, her tone wanting to speak but stopping.

Feeling a pair of soft, cool little hands sliding toward his waist, Fulade forced down his desire and softly, clearly said, "Freya, you're still pregnant."

Before the words finished, a wave of soft chill spread through his limbs, and Fulade sighed in admiration.

It was evident that Freya was truly thinking this time.

Looking at Freya, whose eyes seemed about to water, Fulade, stirred by desire, no longer held back.

…

Inside the conference room.

A light‑blue dress lies haphazardly on the edge of the table.

The fitted garments are scattered across the floor.

A pair of black silk stockings, of unknown origin, now cling to Freya's white, slender legs, looking especially alluring.

They carry the somewhat weary Freya into the bathroom, washing each other's bodies, and, in passing, discuss the name of the child they have not yet given birth to.

"I've already decided; let's call her Anna! What do you think?" Freya said, her face full of happiness.

Fulade blinked, and instinctively replied, "Alright, I think the little one will surely be as beautiful and cute as her sister Elsa."

(End of chapter)