A Weird Way To Cultivate: Birth Of A Legendary Sage-Chapter 18: Visitors

Vladimir then open his status, as a floating transparent panel appeared before him.

[Name: Vladimir Valenor

Level: 2 (140/200)

Physique: Mana Sovereign Physique

Path: Mage

Race: Human

Title: None

Money: 220 Silver Solaris

Ero Points: 500

Free points: 2

Attributes: Magic Power [17] | Mana [1,000/1,000] | Strength [23->25] | Defense [22->24] | Constitution [20] | Intelligence [17] | Agility [21] | Luck [5]

Affinity: None

Skills: Iron Rod[1] | Gentle Bliss[1]

Passive Skills: None]

As he looked at his stats he noticed that he was 30% away from leveling up, what he noticed is theirs an arrow sign in his attributes.

Both his strength and defense was added by at least 2 points without leveling up or using his free points.

“System, how did both my attributes increase?” Vladimir asked the system again, feeling baffled.

[It is related to your physique and one of its passive traits: Mana Breathing.]

[As you circulate mana through your body during rest or training, your muscle fibers are continuously refined and reinforced. This not only increases your Strength, but also enhances your body’s natural resistance, slightly boosting your Defense.]

Vladimir blinked. “So I’m getting stronger... just by breathing mana?”

[Correct. As long as the passive remains active, your body will gradually evolve. Think of it as unconscious training, your mana does the work even when you’re unaware.]

[But little Vladimir remember this, the results may vary depending on environment, like mana density, and physical activity.]

Understanding the system, Vladimir nodded, signaling that he understood.

“Little sis, why don’t you take a bath first? You’re all sweaty right now,” Vladimir said.

Seraphina nodded in agreement, feeling a bit uncomfortable herself. Without hesitation, she ran inside the house, and Vladimir watched her as she went.

As she ran, a trail of glistening arousal dripped between her thighs, leaving faint, wet spots on the floor.

Vladimir’s gaze lingered for a moment before he knelt to pick up the clothes she forgotten to take.

He lifted the soft fabric of her pajama bottoms, his eyes immediately drawn to the visibly damp patch at the crotch.

Out of habit, or perhaps curiosity, his fingers brushed across it. A slick, warm sensation clung to his skin.

Bringing it closer to his face, he inhaled softly. The scent was very familiar, intoxicating, and nearly identical to his mother.

After briefly savoring the scent, he turned away, folding the garments with care before walking them to the laundry rack.

He also added his own clothes to the pile, still soaked in sweat and laced with the faint, creamy traces of earlier activity.

Once everything was finished, Vladimir went to the back of the house to bathe it was close to the well.

He tossed a bucket into it and used the rope to draw water up.

As he pulled, the muscles in his arms tightened, and even the faint outlines of his abs became visible.

Even though he appeared small, his physique was surprisingly well-developed for someone his age.

It wasn’t bulky, but it was balanced just enough to show that he didn’t look like a walking skeleton.

As he splashed the wooden bucket of water over himself, the cold and refreshing sensation washed over his body.

After finishing his bath, he returned to his room and found his sister already fully dressed.

After picking up the last piece of his clothing, Vladimir closed the closet with a soft click.

Seraphina feeling bored and restless, she decided to entertain herself with his already limp little brother.

With just a stroke in its shaft it began to rise like an indomitable human spirit.

Vladimir didn’t protest. He simply lay back on the bed, arms relaxed behind his head, watching as Seraphina leaned over him, her lips wrapping around his shaft kissing it from time to time.

If the two of them left their mother would be worried since they have not asked for permission to leave so they just wait.

After several rounds of sucking and playful teasing, the room had grown heavy with heat.

Seraphina was still stretched out across his thighs, her lips wrapped lovingly around the flushed head of his cock, her tongue lazily swirling along the shaft like she wasn’t ready to stop.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, and her eyes were half-lidded with a mix of lust and sleepy satisfaction.

She sucked softly, slowly, her mouth moving with the kind of rhythm that didn’t aim to excite, but simply to savor.

Then, once again, his cock twitched. A deep pulse ran through it as a fresh surge erupted into her mouth it was the fifth time.

Vladimir groaned low, his stomach tensing, eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming sensation.

It was too much now. His body ached in that pleasant, post-orgasmic way.

Gently, he reached down and stopped her, his hand resting against her head.

She paused, then slowly pulled back with a final lick, a bit of milk still clinging to her lips.

Her brows drew together in a playful pout.

“Aww… brother I wasn’t done yet,” she mumbled, before crawling up into his arms, her naked body curling into his warmth like a kitten seeking shelter.

Vladimir exhaled deeply, holding her close. he told him to stop and the little girl could only obey his words.

He can feel that his little brother could not handle it anymore so he put an end to it, after a moment of rest, Seraphina fell asleep while he was not tired at all. Vladimir then cleaned everything again, since the smell is a bit strange.

When he was done, he got out leaving the little girl sleeping in the bed. When he got down the door creaked open.

“Mother you’re back,” he exclaimed as he got down the stairs fast.

Aeloria just smiled as she moved to the side and a woman stepped into the house, her presence was stunning.

She was utterly breathtaking with voluminous white hair spilled over her shoulder in loose waves.

Her skin glowed with warmth, as if its kissed by the sun itself. Her golden color eyes gleamed like molten honey, that is utterly captivating.

She wore a fitted white blouse, with the top few buttons undone just enough to show the soft curves of her full chest.

If we are talking about the sizes her chest it is the same level as her mother, which is the size of big melons.

A corset hugged her waist, accentuating the swell of her hips, assisted by the breeze of the wind from the open door.

It teased the fabric of her blouse, making it cling ever so slightly to her body.

“Aunt Phelia, you actually came to visit!” Vladimir’s eyes lit up as he ran toward her.

As he hugged her tightly, Phelia the woman’s name, smiled warmly and gently ruffled his hair.

“Why are you so clingy? It’s only been a week since you last saw me,” she said with a soft chuckle, though her voice clearly carried the warmth of how much she had missed him.

Phelia Halton was the best physician in the village. She was also the only person in the area that was blessed with mana.

Since her magic was related to healing, she naturally became a healer. She once attended the academy and began a journey filled with extraordinary.

Unfortunately, despite years of hard work, her progress stagnated, and she was eventually expelled.

However, thanks to the academy’s teachings, she learned a wide range of spells enough to heal common illnesses and treat minor injuries.

With her late father having been an herbalist, his knowledge was passed down to her, making her an expert in both medicinal plants and healing arts.

“Alright, let go of me now. Let me check on you first, since your mother anxiously told me you experienced something abnormal,” she said calmly.

Vladimir nodded, and Aeloria guided him to the living room.

He was asked to sit at the table, and once he did, he realized his seated position brought his face nearly level with his Aunt’s Phelia’s chest.

Phelia then helped him remove his upper garment, revealing his build.

She was taken aback for a moment, she was surprised at how much stronger and more energetic.

“Have you been working out? Your muscles feel so firm. Seems like they’re packed with power,” Sylphie said, gently pressing a finger against his bicep before playfully poking at his abs.

She leaned in slightly, and from Vladimir’s angle, he could clearly see her cleavage.

But his focus wasn’t there.

Vladimir was just about to explain the origins of his physique, granted to him by the system, when suddenly the system interface appeared before him.

In an instant, everything around him came to a halt. It was as if time itself had frozen, no wind, no movement, not even the faintest sound.

His aunt Phelia and his mother stood completely still, unmoving like statues, as though the entire world had been paused.

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