Chapter 393: A journey to the past

After having a good talk with his in-laws, it was time to leave Alex with his beloveds, for these two surely had a lot to talk about and show around.

Danielle thanked him for the gifts for the last time before narrowing her beautiful golden eyes, sternly gazing at Alex. In those eyes, the young in-law knew what was written, nodding a few times to his mother-in-law with an awkward smile.

He followed his girls eager to show him around their mansion. In fact, Meiya had already spoken a little about her home, where many high-quality items were strewn around.

Meiya flaunted that her whole house and everything around it, too, were of the highest quality.

“I have given a lot of love to my girl’s room, too, right?” Meiya asked with a gentle smile, passing the conversation to Stella. It was hard to find a room to talk when Meiya parts her lips, but as her daughter was always the priority, Meiya controlled herself well, passing the baton.

Stella curved her lips, replying honestly, “Yes… But too many servants was annoying.”

And the talk about the house, treasures, and many Winged People’s exclusive stuff started. It didn’t last long, for Alex wasn’t even safe on the road toward it.

Fortunately, no one was able to wound Alex or bar his way yet.

In Meiya’s house, Alex didn’t immediately heed Danielle’s request.

He strolled around the mansion with his hands clasped behind his back while his girls went to change into more casual clothes. In fact, they knew that those would become insignificant soon, so they didn’t pick anything they’d hate to lose.

These two also had enough time, for that mansion was big. If Alex didn’t know how big Meiya’s parent’s mansion had been, he would’ve been somewhat surprised.

But for now, he casually sauntered on the polished, wooden floor, glancing over the eastern-inspired house. It was empty, clearly per Meiya’s order, as she didn’t want even one maid to bother or see Alex yet.

At last, the no sooner gentle wind had wrapped Alex’s arm than Stella’s softness fell onto him. She hugged him tightly, drawing him to her room with a faint smile and wind magic floating them up here.

Meiya was already here, sprawled on the bed. When she heard the couple coming in, Meiya rolled to the side, gazing at the door with an amusing smirk, her hand replacing her pillow.

She eyed Alexander taking a seat on the floor by the small table with such expression, surely affecting him with her curves—her chest spilled down in abundance, her casual and thin clothes didn’t hide how soft they were, and her short skirt revealed too much of already tasted flesh which Alex couldn’t get enough off, like any other of his wives’ bodies.

“I have pictures,” Stella said while standing by one of many shelves and looking for a mirror. She had many of those in her room—perhaps it was girly stuff, or Meiya had given all of them to her daughter as presents.

If the latter was true, Alex wouldn’t be surprised if those turned out to be some hidden cameras to have a consistent peek at Stella.

She was too adorable, and Alex could tell she wouldn’t really care about it.

After fetching one of many mirrors to Alex’s side, Stella slowly put it on the table. Of course, due to Meiya’s provoking appearance, Alex and Stella had faced her with their backs, forcing momma to crawl on the bed to change position to see those pictures.

And as Alex had given a similar mirror to Sara before, he knew it would soon flash with pictures from the far past, the least one hundred years ago!

That was indeed the case.

“Ahhhh!” Meiya shrieked, lifting her hands to plant these on her reddening cheeks, for the first picture turned out to be six years old Stella. She wore official clothes, her little body wrapped in white robes from top to bottom.

It was a school uniform, somewhat similar to clothes Alex had seen before on Dewey, but those were modified so kids could easily run around.

Alex and Stella ignored the momma’s screams, which should have given her diabetes by now.

But as Alex didn’t have an evil heart to bully Meiya too much—just because she had imminent punishment tonight already—he turned around, inviting her to his side.

He asked for her pictures from the past, “Let’s see how close you were to Stella during your childhood.”

Meiya nodded to his request, opening her inventory. She took out a similar mirror, putting it on the table. While doing that, Meiya commented that she probably wasn’t as cute as Stella.

But she wouldn’t degrade her cuteness from the past, adding that she surely had a different charm!

Alex was amazed by how a holder of envy could turn in such a way for her daughter, but that was one of Meiya’s charms. He ruffled her out of nowhere as though he wanted to scratch some of her motherly aurae so she could match his and Stella’s vibes.

It wasn’t like Alex minded momma’s presence; he felt it was what Meiya wanted. And as she grinned, that was indeed the case.

At last, the first picture flashed.

“My first snatched glory!” Meiya commented, laughing out loud like a teenager who had successfully pranked her teachers. It was the first picture, yet Meiya already felt like drinking some wine!

In the mirror, Alex and Stella saw the young girl with silver hair, around eight years old, standing on her beaten peer. She had her face smashing his down, making him eat the dirt.

She held her right hand high, showcasing her first glory to heaven, a golden apple.

Alex understood what Meiya meant by saying a difference in charm with just that picture. Stella had a sleepy, cool, and distant mood around her, while Meiya was always either smiling, gritting her teeth, or pushing her forehead against boys and girls her age.

As the years went on in the mirror, Meiya’s ways changed, and she became more sophisticated in her methods of dealing with her desires.

“Haha!” Meiya was quite drunk after the journey to the past. Her whole body was red, seemingly powerless.

Stella sat with a faint smile instead, clearly sober and happy from that journey. Her fiance enjoyed her lazy past self, turning her happier with soft comments about small Stella doing her lessons in her way, and so on.

In the end, her knowledge and wits didn’t come from nothing.

She worked for them, just like others.

Alex suddenly stood up without saying anything. With a sweep of his hand, he lifted Meiya’s drunk curves, throwing her onto the bed. She landed with a moan, her eyes fixed on Alexander’s back, lips curved into a provoking smile yet again.

It seemed like Meiya doubted that Alex would be able to fulfill his promise to her mother.

In Stella’s case, Alex jerked his head to the side, smiling at her. He extended his hand, bringing her up. He guided her to the bed, caressing her bottom, “I will fulfill one of your ideas after that…. How about me doing you while you are asleep?”

It was an idea from the far past.

Stella still felt happy to hear it back, “Ok.”

Alex nodded, whispering those words before pushing her onto the bed, “Then from today onward, I am free to choose any night and have consent to do you while you are asleep. Don’t send a glare if you wake up with me within you.”

“I would never,” Stella whispered after dropping onto the bed, her ass quite high as if she had already joined her mother’s side to tempt her fiance.