You want a katana for it? Stage 6? Fuck that. Stage 5 at most. Yeah?

Fine. But hurry it up; I doubt it will be available for long.

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100 Stage 4 Spiritual Recovery Potions? Fuck. Okay. Just put it on hold for me.

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Why the fuck do they have to be 100-year grade? They would require 50-year grade at most. Don't fuck around, man. I'm serious.

Fine. But you have to leave me a few 100-year grade peaches as my commission for my services. This stuff isn't easy to make.

Deal. Let me know when it's ready.

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“What's this?” Sylvie asks with a suspicious expression as she holds the small gift box.

“What? Can't I buy a present for my wife?” Taylor asks, trying to look innocent.

Sylvie gives Taylor a look of disappointment as she catches on to Taylor's meaning. “This is for the other night, isn't it? I highly doubt your gift will make up for that. You know things are going to be weird now, don't you?” Sylvie says, some frustration and resentment bubbling up inside of her as she thinks of the matter.

“Ugh…” Taylor hesitates, unsure of what to say.

“She's going to come back for more; you realize that, don't you? Who knows, this could last for years depending on how tasty you are to her. And my only option is to allow it or fight my sister! Do you think that's fair Taylor? Is this the position you wanted me to be in, Taylor? Bent over and fucked by my husband and sister?” Sylvie says, getting angrier and angrier as she explored the subject.

“Ugh…” Taylor says, shrinking his neck inwards and bowing his head.

“Look at me when I'm talking to you! Eventually, your son is going to start asking questions. Why is Aunt Maggie always at our house? What is she and dad doing alone in the room? Hell, he might even mistake her as his mom!” She continues in exasperation.

“Ugh… Do you want to fuck it out?” Taylor asks, taking a shot in the dark.

Sylvie groans as she considers it, slightly disappointed in herself.

“Dammit. Yes, let's fuck it out. And make it hurt.” Sylvie eventually says, taking Taylor's hand and dragging him to the bedroom.

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“What is this?” Sylvie asks as she takes out the silver pendant. She was in a very comfortable state after letting out some of her frustrations and a gift might just work as the cherry on top. She was still worried about how the matter with Maggie would work out, but for today, she was willing to ignore it for a little longer.

“It's a defense amulet. Stage 6. I worked pretty hard to get that.” Taylor says with his arms around Sylvie, immersing himself in the lingering heat.

“Stage 6? You know I have enough things at the Stage 6 level to protect myself, right? Actually, I could probably make something similar in a couple hours.” Sylvie says with a suppressed smile. While Taylor's cultivation had stagnated for years, Sylvie had progressed with steady steps, establishing a solid foundation and building on top of it, until eventually she caught up to her sister and reached the stage 6 level.

But Sylvie couldn't help but appreciate the thought. She rolled around and planted a sweet kiss onto Taylor's lips. “God... Why do I love you so much?” Sylvie asks herself before letting out a sigh and snuggling into Taylor's embrace.