Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 740 Dimensional Descent, Out Of The Frying Pan Into The Fire

Isaac found himself stunned by the sudden turn of events. The situation had become so absurd that his usual sense of alarm refused to take hold. A strange calm settled over him instead, allowing him to think more clearly than he expected under the circumstances.

He decided to rely on Celia's skill, Vector Shift. The ability was meant to swap his position with anything in the immediate area, but he adjusted it carefully. Drawing on evolved Aura, he directed the skill toward Jasmine rather than himself and triggered the activation.

Blue lightning flared around her body at once. The space that had begun to warp under the skill's influence fractured and collapsed in a sharp burst of energy.

"What was that just now?"

Jasmine blinked, her expression shifting as the effects faded.

"Did you try to leave just now, darling? Are you trying to leave me?"

The cute, needy look she had worn earlier was gone. In its place was something heavier, a possessiveness that clung to her gaze and made the air around them feel thicker. Her eyes held a hollow intensity that left little room for misunderstanding.

"I asked you something, darling," she repeated, still not moving from her position over him.

Isaac let out a quiet sigh. "Please stop this. It does not look good, Seventh Queen. I am Isaac Hargraves, not the Emperor. If anyone sees us like this, it will create serious problems for both of us."

"I know darling's name," Jasmine replied without shifting an inch. She showed no sign of releasing him or pulling back.

Isaac clicked his tongue inwardly. He wondered how much she had actually drunk and why she had bothered if she could not keep control of herself afterward. He tried to push her off with physical force, but to his surprise she held him firmly in place. The resistance was stronger than it should have been from pure strength alone.

He frowned as the realization settled in. She was relying on the machines inside her body. Looking closer, he noticed faint blue rune-like patterns glowing beneath her skin, giving her an almost ethereal quality. Those nano machines could coordinate to handle nearly any situation she prepared for in advance. It was the core advantage of a Technomancer. Given enough time to set things up, they became one of the most difficult types of Awakener to deal with directly.

Isaac knew he could still overpower her if he applied enough force, but the amount required would risk damaging the entire resort around them. That was not an option he was willing to take. He sighed again and reached out with Telekinesis to his device, intending to contact Althea to take her mother away.

Before he could complete the connection, Jasmine spoke in an embarrassed tone. "Are you really calling her right now? I would not mind if she saw us like this, but is it not a little embarrassing for you?"

Isaac paused and gave her a long, strange look. Her emotions seemed to swing faster than even Celia's, which was saying something. After a moment of consideration, he decided on a different approach.

"Can you help me instead?" he asked. "We can work together to lock her in the Mirror Dimension. If I try it alone, she can use that space-splicing device of hers to stop a Mirror Dimension from forming."

A calm voice cut in from nowhere before Jasmine could respond. "Do not worry. Help is already on the way."

An intense pressure slammed into the area without warning. The surroundings began to shift and blur, alternating between the familiar forest of the resort and the ruined landscape of Sky City. One moment the trees stood clear, and the next the broken skyline of the destroyed city took their place. Isaac felt his connection to the World Tree sever completely for a brief stretch of time.

The sensation sent a cold wave through him. He understood quickly that he had not been pulled into another dimension. Instead, another dimension had descended and temporarily replaced the reality around them.

His eyes locked onto the source of the anomaly. Emily walked toward him through the fluctuating space, her feet never quite touching solid ground. She moved with a slight sway, one leg placed carefully in front of the other, hands held behind her back. A faint flush colored her cheeks, and the smile on her face made it obvious she was more than a little drunk.

"Isaac~" she called out, the single word carrying a playful lilt.

Jasmine's earlier smile vanished the moment she saw Emily. She looked at the newcomer with open hostility. "It is you. How dare you come near darling after what hurting hi—"

"Get lost," Emily said simply.

The dimension itself responded. Jasmine was pushed out before she could finish her sentence, vanishing from the altered space entirely. The pressure eased slightly once she was gone.

Isaac finally pushed himself into a sitting position. "Thank you for that. But how did you manage all of this?"

Emily smiled, still looking mildly unsteady. "It is an incomplete ability of mine. I can summon my Soul Space outside for a short time. Since the Soul Space is a separate dimension, the World Tree cannot observe us here, and I can force people out if I choose to. She is trying to force her way back in right now, but given how drunk she is, she will not manage it anytime soon."

Isaac studied her for a moment. "And what about you? When exactly did you manage to sneak a drink?"

"Hehe." Emily let out a soft giggle as she stepped closer and stood over him. "You can try guessing that one on your own."

Isaac glanced around the shifting space. He wanted to leave, since he knew drunk Emily was trouble, but he could already tell that simply walking out was not an option. Tearing the dimension apart might be possible, yet he held back. Since this was Emily's Soul Space, any damage he caused might harm her in the process.

He looked back at her and felt the familiar sense of resignation settle in. He was thoroughly stuck, both figuratively and in a more literal sense.

Emily raised one leg and rested her foot against him, specifically against the little Isaac between his legs. Her toes and second toe spread slightly and closed around him through the fabric. The contact was cool against the heat of his body. She watched his reaction and ran her tongue lightly across her lower lip.

"Since I helped you just now, should I not get some kind of reward for it?"

Isaac remained silent, unsure how to answer in a way that would not make things worse.

She did not wait for a reply. Emily snapped her fingers once. Flames bloomed in a controlled burst around his lower body. He recognized the technique immediately. She had altered her Phantom Parade skill with evolved Aura, summoning only the fire element instead of the full spirit manifestation. With a small wave of her hand, the remaining clothing covering his lower half burned away cleanly, leaving him exposed.

"That is better," she said, sounding satisfied. Her toes wrapped more securely around him now that there was nothing in the way. He was already fully hard under her touch.

Isaac bit back a quiet sound. Her feet were small and soft, the skin cooler than her hands would have been. The sensation was different enough to catch him off guard.

"Emily, what exactly are you doing right now?" he asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could manage.

"I am collecting my reward," she answered. There was a clear sadistic edge in her eyes as she looked down at him.

Her toes began a slow, deliberate motion, sliding up and down along his length. The bare contact of her skin against him was impossible to ignore.

Isaac started to shift, intending to sit up more fully, but Emily spoke again before he could move far. "Ah-ah. If you try to get up or pull away, I will eject you from this dimension right now."

He froze in place.

"You would not want to appear outside like this with nothing on, would you?" she asked, her tone light but carrying a clear warning.

Isaac closed his eyes for a brief moment. He already knew how she tended to act once alcohol was involved. The sadistic streak came out strongly, and there was rarely any negotiating with it. From the look on her face and the way her toes continued their slow movement, it was clear he was in for a long night ahead.