Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1151: Chapter 180: New Intelligence · Territory’s First Legendary Opportunity (Part 2)

In the treehouse, warmth envelops like spring, thick plush carpets and velvet cushions cover the floor, and at this moment lie several alluring bodies like the most perfect creations of the Goddess scattered upon a bountiful altar.

Freya, the usually icy cold leader and dean, lies sideways a bit further from Su Li’s embrace. Her dazzling golden hair, like sun-woven silk, spreads across the dark plush carpet, forming a striking visual contrast. Her wheat-colored skin shimmers with healthy radiance in the morning light, with smooth and powerful lines of her waist and back tracing down to the edge of the soft blanket, sketching out the full and firm curves of her hips. One long and strong leg casually rests on Su Li’s calf, as if even in dreams she must guard her Lord.

Suna, Su Li’s cousin with voluptuous sensuality, curls up like a warmth-seeking cat on Su Li’s right side. Her whole body almost leans half on him, her cheek buried in his shoulder nook, emitting soft and steady snores.

Her supple, fresh cheese-like bosom presses tightly against Su Li’s arm, providing a delightful sense of pressure. Her round waist and voluptuous thighs are unabashedly exposed, gleaming with a pearly softness in the morning light, as if they could cave in at a mere touch.

Ingrid, the cool and gentle Forest Witch, takes her place at Su Li’s left side. She lies with her back to him, her slender spine akin to newborn willow twigs, the skin nearly transparent white, faint blue veins visible underneath. Her dark green hair wraps around her body and pillow like vines. Her sleeping posture is the quietest, with gentle breaths, as if slumbering with the surrounding plants.

The morning light dances upon her porcelain-like skin, delineating the beautiful shape of her butterfly bones, tracing downwards to her astonishingly slim waist, curving into a seductive fullness at the hips, completely different from Freya’s firmness or Suna’s voluptuousness, carrying a fragile yet mysterious allure.

Aeliria, the exquisitely noble Green Dragon Queen, occupies the sunniest corner of the treehouse. She reclines lazily, one leg bent, the other stretched, like a dragon resting in its nest.

Even in deep sleep, she emits a faint emerald glow, testament to the powerful Dragon Race bloodline. Her beauty is aggressively striking—a long, perfect neck, delicate collarbones as if carved by the divine, full proud breasts casting profound shadows in the morning light, an impressively proportioned long leg beneath a flat, taut abdomen. Her long dark green hair, like shadows of an ancient forest, spills below, with one playful strand twining around her bare ankle, as exquisite and delicate as the finest jade sculpture.

Su Li’s gaze greedily lingers on this ”Spring Sleep Scene,” the exuberant indulgence of last night and festival cheer blending in his heart, forming a surge of warmth. He gently extracts the arm pinned by Suna, stirring discontent in his sleeping cousin, who murmurs softly and clings tighter to his waist.

Su Li chuckles, planting a kiss on her smooth and rounded shoulder, his fingers playfully pinching her side’s soft flesh. Suna emits a dainty sigh in her sleep, body twisting slightly but not waking up.

Then, Su Li turns to the left towards Ingrid. He carefully moves closer, his nose surrounded by her unique fresh earthy scent. He extends his arm to tenderly encircle her slender waist, gently pulling her warm and slightly cool body into his embrace. Ingrid’s long eyelashes flutter briefly, slowly opening eyes resembling the forest’s morning mist, still dazed from waking.

”Lord...?” Her voice carries a hint of drowsy raspiness, a chill imbued with reliance.

”Good morning, my darling.” Su Li’s kiss lands behind her sensitive ear, feeling her body tremble briefly, ”The breath of spring, even your skin has tasted it, smoother than last night.” His large hand naturally glides down her flat abdomen, feeling the fine texture of her skin, fingertips restlessly continuing to explore.

Ingrid’s cheeks instantly bloom red, shattering her cold demeanor. ”No...they are still...,” she softly protests, voice lacking any convincing force.

”Reya’s doctrine encourages the sowing of seeds of life and joy as all things revive,” Su Li whispers playfully in her ear, actions increasingly bold and skillful.

Just then, in the other corner of the treehouse, Aeliria stirs as well. She slowly opens her eyes, verdant gems of molten emerald casting a lazy yet dragon-like authority. She stretches leisurely, poise elegant and powerful, with the fullness at her chest following a breathtaking arc. She looks over at the intertwined Su Li and Ingrid, a purposefully alluring smile playing on her lips.

”It seems our esteemed Lord is already actively...celebrating the advent of Spring Brings Life to All Things?” Aeliria’s voice carries the magnetic resonance akin to a dragon’s hum, lazy yet seductive.

She gracefully rises, stepping with the elegance of a cat, the emerald glow flowing with her movements. Ignoring Ingrid’s shyness, she bends down, her dark green hair cascading, nearly brushing Su Li’s face. She extends long fingers, cool to the touch, gently caressing Su Li’s cheeks before sliding onto his chest, eyes glinting with amusement and possessiveness.