Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 542 Sublime

"Cough, everyone's sleeping arrangements have been finalized. We can discuss any urgent matters tomorrow morning," Shen announced. He rose from his seat, signaling the servants to guide the guests to their quarters.

Vritra’s women all fixed their gazes on him; they harbored their own desires for a magnificent wedding, yet they chose to suppress their grievances for the time being.

They decided to grant the newlyweds some privacy for the night.

Naturally, Yasmine exited the physical realm, slipping into the fourth dimension to hover invisibly near Vritra.

After a brief conversation with Vritra, Vanessa and the rest of the ladies departed. The four of them had their beds arranged in a shared room.

They intended to spend the night talking, cherishing the rare occasion that brought them all together again.

Gunter and Ava also retired to their room following a short exchange with him.

Finally, Shen approached Vritra and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"COUGH, I—I've readied a guest room for you, Ar—brother-in-law." It felt incredibly bizarre for him to address such a young man with that title.

Vritra stood up and reached out, causing the monarch to flinch in fear, but he simply patted Shen’s shoulder.

"I appreciate the gesture, Shen, but it isn't necessary. I'll be staying in Teresa’s room."

"H-Huh? But... that could be risky..." Shen whispered, retreating to seek cover behind Sir Giant.

"Art, why don't you occupy a separate room for tonight? We haven't confirmed if your presence might harm her. This is for the benefit of you bo—" Sir Giant interjected, fully expecting Art to concede out of respect.

"There is no need to fret over her safety or health anymore. Her care is my responsibility now," Vritra countered. He intended to let their relationship develop naturally and slowly.

Both needed time to become vulnerable with one another, particularly Teresa.

While she was exceptionally brilliant—perhaps the most intelligent of his wives or a match for Yasmine—she still lacked knowledge regarding the simple, normal aspects of life.

"You—Sigh. I've seen that your touch doesn't hurt her, but—" Sir Giant persisted. He had originally assumed that Teresa’s lifestyle wouldn't change much even after the wedding.

They believed her isolation was vital for her protection, but Vritra wanted her to experience the world and grow in every capacity.

Cutting the old man off, Vritra gestured toward Teresa. "Let's leave it to Tess. I will abide by her choice."

"Very well. My doll, what is your decision?" Sir Giant asked, clasping his hands behind his back with renewed confidence.

He was certain of her answer; after all, who understood her better than he did?

The bride, who had been sitting quietly, tilted her head and rose to her feet.

Without a moment of hesitation, she moved to stand behind Vritra, gently grasping the edge of his sleeve.

"Huh? Teresa, what are you doing? Is he intimidating you?" Sir Giant was so stunned that he stumbled backward, colliding with Shen and sending the monarch sprawling onto his backside.

"No. I wish to stay with my h-husband," she declared, though the words clearly required great effort.

A smirk played on Vritra’s lips as he took her arm.

'She is incredibly sweet...' He felt he could listen to her soothing voice forever with his eyes closed.

"Do you have anything else to add, old man? If not, please leave us," Vritra said. He felt a surge of satisfaction that she had chosen him, and he took pleasure in the betrayed looks on her family's faces.

"..."

Leading her by the arm, Vritra and Teresa exited the hall.

The residence was quite expansive, with her bedroom situated on the upper floor.

Teresa was visibly anxious as she guided him to her personal space.

Although she still held affection for her family, she recognized that Vritra was her future—the one who would walk beside her until the end.

They soon reached her door. Teresa pushed it open and stepped inside, her eyes darting around the room nervously.

The lights flickered on automatically.

To her relief, the room was tidy and well-maintained.

Vritra entered and surveyed the surroundings; the air was filled with her scent, and the room was packed with various items.

He locked the door behind them and walked toward the objects displayed along the walls.

Despite the room's large size, it felt crowded with her many possessions.

"Are these all your creations?" he asked, picking up a gauntlet to inspect its properties.

"Yes," Teresa answered, standing perfectly still.

Vritra was genuinely impressed by her handiwork. She was a true prodigy; every item was a top-tier treasure.

It was clear why the Ford family had prospered so much, though he personally had little interest in the items themselves.

Turning back, he noticed his wife standing there, stiff with tension.

He walked over and patted her head gently. "Why don't you change into some more comfortable clothes?"

"Okay..." Teresa nodded and hurried into the bathroom.

Vritra also switched into loungewear; a simple thought was all it took for Goop to transform.

It was an incredibly convenient ability.

He then climbed onto the bed and lay back, reflecting on the day's chaotic and thrilling events.

Noticing the figure drifting through the room, Vritra thought, 'Wifey, aren't you tired?'

"No. I want to be with you. I'll join you once Teresa falls asleep," the dragoness replied. Sleeping with her husband in this state made her feel as though she were having a secret affair.

'Fair enough,' Vritra thought, feeling drowsiness take hold.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Teresa emerged.

She had changed into her nightgown, and Vritra finally saw her true form.

Her untamed black hair flowed down her back, reaching past her waist.

Teresa kept her eyes closed, nervously biting her bottom lip.

Her skin possessed a creamy radiance that glowed in the soft light, contrasting beautifully with her dark lips.

Her curves were stunning, rivaling even those of Vanessa, Yasmine, and Yennefer.

The sheer fabric hugged her frame tightly, highlighting a voluptuous and flawless figure. Every line of her body, from her chest to her thighs, was mesmerizing.

With her dark, luscious lips and breathtaking face, Vritra could only stare in a trance.

Even as a demi-god, her beauty managed to pierce through his mental fortitude. It was no wonder others were so captivated by her.

'A goth mommy...?' Given her timid personality, this "baddie" aesthetic was the last thing he had anticipated.

"Wow, she’s even more stunning than the stories suggested. No wonder she’s always held the top spot," Yasmine remarked, equally stunned by her beauty.

Several others occupied the second rank, including herself and Yennefer—before the latter was removed—as well as Vanessa and Fiona.

Maeve wasn't on the list because she was a demon and had altered her looks.

Snapping back to reality, Vritra found it difficult to look away. Looking at her, he wondered if this was truly the same shy, awkward woman he had married.

"Uh, Tess, what was our primary rule?" he asked.

"You are always right, husband," she replied immediately, her voice as melodic as ever.

'It really is her.' Vritra relaxed slightly, though he still marveled that such beauty was possible without a drop of makeup.

At that moment, his eyes caught a glass orb tucked away in the corner of a shelf.

Inside the orb, violent tempests swirled—exactly like the ones he had encountered before.

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