CHAPTER 72: RECORDING OF JENNIFER

The mother and daughter emerged one after the other. Sarah held her head high and chest out, boldly displaying her youthful, vibrant body. Jennifer, on the other hand, stared ahead expressionlessly, a white bath towel still wrapped around her.

"Come here."

Lucas beckoned to the mother and daughter. Sarah quickly climbed onto the bed, settling to Lucas’s left side, leaning into his embrace and lifting her breasts for him to play with. Jennifer crawled to Lucas’s right, hesitating for a moment before kneeling beside him, only to be impatiently pulled into his arms.

"Is this... my phone?"

Jennifer recognized her device. Lucas showed the newly created harem group and the earlier chat history to both women.

Sarah had little reaction after reading it, merely pursing her lips and remarking, "Celes is getting better and better at acting spoiled."

Jennifer, however, could not conceal her shock—both at the fact that the two ancient great demons, the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird, had submitted so readily, and at the title Lucas had assigned her.

Daughter? Daddy?

"Master..." Jennifer thought for a moment and decided to address the matter directly, hoping to seize some initiative. "If you prefer playful forms of address... you could call me... Mommy. That way, the generational hierarchy between you and Sarah wouldn’t be disrupted."

"But I enjoy messing up the hierarchy. That’s what makes it exciting, isn’t it?" Lucas rejected her suggestion without hesitation. "Fairy Jennifer, from now on, you will address me as ’Daddy Master.’ Understood?"

"...Understood," Jennifer gritted her teeth in agreement. "Dad... Daddy Master..."

Playing with his daughter’s breasts while listening to her mother address him as "Daddy" in a cold, shame-filled voice sent waves of pleasure through Lucas.

"Good. Now, Fairy Jennifer, it’s time for your master recognition ceremony," Lucas stated. "Did the Slave inform you of the procedure?"

"Yes," Jennifer replied. "Sa... The Slave told me."

"Merely explaining it verbally might leave room for misunderstanding," Lucas said with a smile, pulling out his phone and opening a video to show Jennifer. "It’s better to see it with your own eyes to learn properly."

The video Lucas played was, of course, the recording of Sarah’s own master recognition ceremony. Back then, still an ice-cold beauty, Sarah’s voice had been far less warm than it was now.

"Master, you’re so wicked, showing this kind of video to Mother."

Sarah blushed with embarrassment, gently shaking Lucas’s arm in protest. Lucas lightly flicked her small nipple as punishment, then turned to Jennifer, whose composure was nearly broken. "Well? Do you understand, Fairy Jennifer?"

Despite having mentally prepared herself after hearing Sarah’s description, seeing the lewd posture and words of her own daughter in the video—especially the poorly concealed reluctance on her face—left Jennifer heartbroken.

Nevertheless, for the sake of her long-term plans, Jennifer forced herself to regain control of her expression. She lowered her gaze slightly and whispered, "I understand, Daddy Master."

"Then let’s begin," Lucas nodded. "Same as always—Sister, you handle the recording."

Watching her daughter hold the phone level against her chest, Jennifer took several deep breaths to steady herself. Then, following her daughter’s instructions, she untied the bath towel, crawled in front of Lucas, and assumed a half-kneeling position. She folded her hands behind her head, thrust out her chest, spread her thighs as wide as possible, and exposed the honeyed entrance veiled by thick pubic hair.

"My... my name is Jennifer. I am 40 years old, a Heaven-rank Wizard from the Dustin family, one of the eight noble families of the Great Sun Empire. I am the cousin of the current Dustin family head, the ex-wife of the current Everleigh family head, and the birth mother of the Slave... my elder sister. I swear my loyalty to you, Master, from this moment forward. I will become your sex slave, your bitch, your sow, your flesh toilet, your cock sleeve, and your human masturbation cup. I will serve you with my mouth, my slutty hole, my asshole, and every other part of my body. I will collect your semen and urine for you, and I will never betray you."

After reciting those lines, Jennifer felt as if her soul had been drained. Her half-kneeling legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed.

"Acceptable performance," Lucas nodded, tossing a silver collar toward her as usual, deliberately layering on the humiliation. "Normally, a used-up slut like you—old, not a virgin, having borne another man’s children—would only qualify as a low-grade sex slave. But for your sister’s sake, I’m granting you mid-level status, with the rank of ’Breeding Livestock’ and the title ’Bitch Daughter.’ Understood?"

"Bitch Daughter understands," Jennifer replied, her teeth nearly grinding to dust, yet she still forced out words of gratitude. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Master."

"Good," Lucas smiled. "Now, let Daddy have a look at his slutty daughter’s cunt."

Hearing the command, Jennifer seemed momentarily lost. After a brief hesitation, she remained seated, slowly spreading her legs to reveal the dense black forest between her thighs.

"That’s it?" Lucas grabbed her legs and hoisted her pelvis onto his thighs.

Caught off-balance, Jennifer fell onto her back, her legs naturally wrapping around Lucas’s waist.

In this position, it looked as though Jennifer were voluntarily presenting her pussy to Lucas. Having never assumed such a debased pose before, she could no longer suppress the blush spreading across her face.

Lucas paid no mind. He pushed aside the still-damp pubic hair, fresh from her shower, revealing two plump, reddish labia. Parting them exposed a tightly closed, narrow entrance, the flesh inside a vivid, tender red.

For a forty-year-old mature woman who had given birth to two children, maintaining such a youthful-looking vagina was no small feat.

"Sister, you were born from right here."

Lucas inserted the tips of his index and middle fingers into Jennifer’s already slightly moist entrance, teasing the delicate flesh around the opening. "Hard to imagine, isn’t it?"

"Truly,"

Sarah agreed, reaching out without inhibition to fiddle around her mother’s exposed vagina. "It’s so narrow and delicate, yet it managed to push out a whole living person."

"Goes to show how flexible the vagina can be,"

Lucas continued, "Do you think your mother’s cunt is pretty? Worth a fuck?"

"Hmph, Master, you’re being mischievous again. Of course my mother’s pussy is worth fucking—it’s so well maintained. Besides, the fact that she’s my birth mother alone means you definitely want to fuck her. You’ve always had a thing for mother-daughter pairs, haven’t you?" Sarah retorted playfully. "As for whether it’s pretty or not..."

She thought for a few seconds before adding, "It would look much better without all that pubic hair."

"Well said."

Lucas kissed Sarah tenderly on the lips in satisfaction. "As always, Sister, you understand me perfectly."