Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 881: Passed down genetics (3)

Freyja blinked her eyes and looked down at her own body which in her opinion was rather dynamite before looking at Tengliu who's face was roughly 95% similar to her own.

Beauty equal, neck width equal, no excess fat anywhere, she was a little more muscular but that was mainly a difference in definition rather than shape.

'Our breasts should be the same size; she stopped growing quite a while ago after all.' She eyed Tengliu's chest no change there.

'Waist no, calves no, thighs no…..wait.' As though coming across something incredulous Freyja's eyes opened as wide as they could go as she honed in on her oldest daughter's ass.

"It can't be." She compared it to her own and found herself lacking somewhat, Tengliu had surpassed her somewhere meaning she really was the smallest of the bunch.

"A lot of love and attention helped it grow, shame mother that you don't get to enjoy such bliss…oh and I'm also 1cm taller than you don't forget that little number either." Tengliu filled with pride arched out her chest and looked down on her smaller mother.

Freyja looked like she was struck by a bolt of lightning, a small part of her swaying in the wind from the shock. She wanted her daughter to grow well and even surpass her but now that it was happening in front of her it was hard to stomach.

"Hmph two midgets bickering." Annoyed by her elder sister's attempt to appear superior despite her tiny -in her eyes- frame Khione spoke up, arrogantly making her massive chest bounce several times, casting a literal shadow over both her mother and Tengliu.

"….."

"….."

""Cow"" After a brief silence and an exchange of looks both Frejya and Tengliu spared no mercy in calling out Khione for what she was -in their eyes.

With oversized udders that were bigger than her head, an ass that required specialty seating to accommodate and muscles that made even the most grizzled minotaur blush in shame Khione was simply massive, too massive. Tight lithe figures like theirs were much more appealing.

"You're just jealous, for real men and women the bigger the better." Her chest jiggled again as if marking its territory which of course made Freyja and Tengliu's upper lips twitch. They wanted to immediately deny it but found themselves speechless. Khione was right they were jealous even though they had no reason to be, as previously stated they both had rather dynamite figures, their 3 size ratio being spectacular.

While the mother and two daughters enjoyed some family bonding time, sharing stories about love now that Khione was interested in the topic and debating ideal figures with a passion Frost had returned to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Kiba was in his own chambers but wasn't disturbed in the slightest by the loud banging, thoroughly exhausted by the day's training he'd been put through. After receiving Frost's order, a literal Prince in their eyes they spared no expense in training this unpolished gem that was Kiba, a winged glacial tiger.

He'd never been so close to death, never been run so ragged. Even fighting in the defence of the Dungeon and Furano during the monster stampede seemed comforting in comparison. A few more days of this and B-rank would be on the horizon he was certain of that. Now however he didn't even have the strength to dream, purely unconscious until the demons came for him in the morning.

Frost didn't even spare him a glance as he dashed straight for the bathroom, his dragon already starting to rise in anticipation. Like Khione he was going to need an intense session of self-love to keep himself from exploding. A woman he desperately wanted but couldn't feast on, a trying ordeal.

That night he didn't sleep all that much, spending more than a couple hours in the bathroom. A right mess he made, almost blocking the drains, thank goodness for cleaning magic.

He anticipated/hoped to have a long lie in for himself, and Khione given that they were out late last night but rather early, 2 hours after dawn there was a knock on the door requesting his presence. The monster stable handlers had already came and took Kiba away without alerting him earlier but this time he was target.

"Prince Frost, are you awake?" The knock was firm but not intrusive same with the calling.

"Mmm." Exhausted from the previous day's and the early hours of today's activities Frost instinctively groaned, wishing to be left alone for at least another couple hours. If he was back in his Dungeon rest wasn't as critical, merely a comforting way to pass the time or a way in which to give the mind a break, the mana running through the core always keeping him in ideal physical condition. Not here however, beyond its confines he needed to sleep, eat, drink and even take breaks between heavy activities otherwise he'd pass out.

The palace staff member waited a few seconds before knocking again, this time a little louder.

"Apologies Prince Frost but his majesty is requesting your presence." He'd been sent not only to wake the young Prince but guide him straight to Shivali's personal study, proof that the situation was rather serious.

"Urgh…now or do I have time to freshen up?" Rudely dragged from an encapsulated state of comfort, the bedding with the natural chill in the air making for a divine experience Frost made his dissatisfaction known, groaning and complaining as he asked for clarification hoping that it wasn't anything all that important.

He even briefly peered downwards, noticing that despite the rigours he went through not more than a few hours ago his damn insatiable cock was standing tall, innocently stretching his underwear.

"Afraid not Prince Frost, his Majesty has called for your presence in his study and used the term ASAP." The man was even prepared to drag him forcibly if Frost refused to cooperate, so intense was an order from the Primordial Ice King.

"Haaaaa fine give me a minute to get dressed and cast clean up magic." A bath was out of the question but surely he'd have time to cast clean up magic.

"Thank you for your understanding." The man standing outside the door, ready to barge in if needed sighed in relief, it wouldn't bring him much benefit to earn the ire of a Prince.

Frost thus crept out from beneath his bedding, the coldness rising through his feet the moment he made contact with the floor swiftly erasing any lingering vestiges of drowsiness.

He stretched his back until he heard a sonorous set of cracks before staring down at the violent appendage that failed to get the memo.

'Settle down you've received enough attention for one day.' He chided it and focused on calming thoughts as he got dressed and cast some magic.

A quick glance in the mirror and he was ready to meet his future father in law.

"Follow me Prince Frost." The man behind the door was not in the attire of a palace servant or butler but rather that of a royal guardsmen, full plate armour and halberd in hand.

'I wonder what he wants so early in the morning?' Since a guardsmen was sent and given the destination Frost could infer that it wasn't something standard.

He still had no idea that his date with Khione had been seen and recorded by his father in law nor was he aware that his life could have been erased if Shivali's mood had shifted a few degrees to one side.

As he was guided to Shivali's study, walking with proud purpose given how well his relationship with Khione had progressed he ended up passing a few of her siblings, many of whom he'd only glanced at in slight passing while others he had no knowledge of. Each of them however looked at him strangely, recognition flashing in their eyes before a strange knowing smile appeared on their lips as they greeted him warmly like close family.

He didn't suspect anything untoward, assuming that his engagement with Khione had simply been passed around through word of mouth and that her siblings were of the friendly variety.

He smiled back at them and nodded his head, if he wasn't being guided in a hurry he would have taken the time to chat with them, to get to know his future brothers and sisters in law.

The moment he left earshot range however the Princes and Princesses that had seen him engaged in hushed whispers, each of them blown away by his appearance, finding that the video recording didn't do him justice.

"Your Majesty I have brought Prince Frost as you requested." Several minutes later Frost and the royal guard stopped before Shivali's personal study, a room where few were rarely granted access let alone two days in a row.

"Good work, you can return to your regular duties." Shivali's deep, authoritative voice boomed through the door.

The guardsmen saluted and bowed before instantly teleporting from Frost's sight, moving so fast that he couldn't even catch the remnants of an afterimage let alone his actual body.

'Damn he's S-rank for sure.'

"Get in here Frost we have much to talk about." Instead of the friendly tone he normally used with Frost and his family members Shivali retained his kingly voice making Frost instinctively shiver and feel a pressure surround his heart.

'Why does he sound pissed?'