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Alexander walked along the quiet floor where the medical units were kept, watching the two women sleeping peacefully. The pair still hadn't fully recovered from the day Asmodeus appeared and attacked them.

"They both look so young—how can those sexy women be mothers..."

'Why does she still sleep like a slob when sick?' He thought to himself, looking at Brunhild, who had kicked away the blanket and was lying face down with her ass in the air. It didn't help that the blonde refused to wear clothes to sleep.

He didn't look for long, lifting her sheet, pushing her over and enjoying the alluring shake of her heavy breasts that flopped over when she lay on her side.

'I heard she sometimes wakes up and helps, but other than that, her mind is unstable...' Alexander recalled what he had been told.

Brunhild's condition was rather strange. Her mental state fluctuated between lucidity and instability, which made her a danger to herself.

'Even if it's not completely fixed, I must do something about her soon...but maybe I should let her rest.' Alexander thought, covering her properly with the sheets.

"...mhmm," Brunhild moaned, making Alexander stiffen as she turned around and hugged him by the waist.

"Hmm?" She slowly opened her eyes, revealing her beautiful golden orbs and staring at the person beside the bed.

"Alexander...?" Brunhild whispered his name groggily. "It is you..."

She smiled softly, closing her eyes again and hugging Alexander even tighter.

"My husband came to see me...this makes me happy." She said affectionately, burying her face on his stomach.

"Are you going to stay here for a while?" Brunhild asked, rubbing her head against his abdomen, causing him to feel a little strange. The way she acted wasn't like the Brunhild in this life, but rather the past when they lived together with Asmodeus.

But seeing how soft and docile Brunhild was, Alexander didn't point out her condition. Instead, he lifted one of his hands and gently stroked her silky blond hair.

Brunhild closed her eyes again, enjoying the soft touch, "My belly is getting bigger lately...just like Asmo's..."

That moment, he caused his body to freeze—although she was dreaming or maybe in a strange state of mind, it caused a hidden pain in his chest to surface for a moment before he bit his lower lip bitterly.

"Ah?! Alexander...? Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?!" Brunhild exclaimed, suddenly noticing the slight change in his expression, hurriedly sitting on the bed and using her hands to massage his back.

The blonde Goddess began to move behind him, and unconsciously, Alexander looked down to discover something incredible. Brunhild's large melons pressed against him, and although the pressure wasn't great because of their height difference, Alexander could only stare in shock.

"Brunhild, your condition..." He called out to her carefully since she seemed to have forgotten that she never wore any clothes to bed, even when they slept together.

However, the blonde Goddess didn't respond immediately, focusing on massaging Alexander until she finally realized what had happened.

"Ahhh! Alex, you're such a pervert, playing with mommy's tits~ do you want to put it between them?" Brunhild covered her massive peaks, her cheeks red, almost becoming a tomato, and hid her upper body under the sheets.

"Alex, come inside the sheets with me..." Brunhild invited, patting the space next to her as if inviting him to sleep together. Alexander felt conflicted, unsure if he wanted to go along with her delusions; he hesitated.

Seeing this, Brunhild got up from the bed and approached him slowly as she pushed Alexander onto the mattress. The blonde Goddess removed her husband's shoes and clothing, leaving him only wearing the pants beneath, then got into the bed beside Alexander, hugging him, her soft, warm skin rubbing against his, and pressing those soft pillows against him again.

"Now that we're better like this, why don't we get along, honey~?" Brunhild murmured sensually, kissing Alexander's neck repeatedly, not seeming to want to release him.

'She snapped back to the past Brunhild...'

Alexander was confused and conflicted as she randomly switched between the past Brunhild and mother Brunhild... He wanted to slap her and see if she returned to normal, but let her do as she wished.

He loved the woman as a woman, a sister, a friend, a woman, a lover and a former wife.

Or rather, she would have been the last two if Eris didn't get involved out of jealousy...

'Everything was easier when there weren't problems involving love.' Alexander lamented inside, and Brunhild hugged and kissed him without stopping.

Stroking her hair and letting her feel relieved was the only thing he could do, letting his aura slowly enter her body in the hopes it might help her recovery.

Alex only prayed that this same issue didn't happen to the two mothers because he couldn't do anything for them; they only had sex, which was how fragile their bond was.

'Damn, her body feels amazing, though.'

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Quite some time passed, and finally, Brunhild fell asleep again—he wrapped her up in a basic hospital robe and tucked her in.

Alex left the medical ward, seeing the cute smiles of some Vesta in the patrol teams who spoke to him with excited faces despite their wounded arms and legs.

'Let's make something to eat for the girls, then head out and keep training. Time is of the essence.' Alexander thought firmly as he moved towards the cafeteria, where he cooked food for many Vestas in the morning.

Looking through the kitchen, the supplies were abundant since the girls maintained everything necessary for proper hygiene.

So, after confirming which ingredients he should use, Alexander got to work, choosing the most appropriate herbs to make several dishes and putting on a black apron.

He had a secret to make even normal food taste good for the girls...

'Well, it will sting and isn't hygienic, but we're not humans and undead, so what does it matter? Haha.'

Alexander cut his palm and bled it into a small bottle to add seasoning to the food before he cooked it all; this was his trick, as Alexander's blood and flesh were like a super dessert for them to eat.

'Maria likes meat and hates veg, so let's add my blood to these greens and the carrot soup...'

'Amy likes to eat strange Italian, but my limit is carbonara or meatballs, which happens to be the favourite of Stella... so let's hit two girls with one dish.'

The last dish was a light steak with red wine and Alexander essence reduction for the sauce for Sarah.

"Haha, I remember being a young teenager and promising to one day earn enough to take her to a fancy restaurant to have steak and wine... I wonder if she remembers."

A smile filled his face as the flames and pans danced with him in the kitchen as he enjoyed cooking.

Watching food cook always brought positive vibes to anyone—even more so if it was delicious and made by someone close to us.

This feeling wasn't different from Alexander's as memories flooded his mind, and he continued doing what he had planned now that he was alone and nobody was around to bother him.

After ensuring each meal was done and his blood included, Alexander arranged six dishes and took off his apron to carry them to each with his arms.

Alexander had many part-time jobs in the past, and working as a waiter was his second and one of the most annoying jobs due to its pace. Still, he knew very well how to do it perfectly.

Walking steadily to the penthouse, he used the handy dinner cart to keep the food closed; with the six women still half dead on his bead, Maria was the first to start moving after sniffing the air a few times.

'She's a big eater..'

He started setting up the table just a few metres from the bed and waking the girls individually.

Sarah woke up quickly, followed by Amy, then Stella and finally Laura, who took a short walk to join everyone at the table.

Maria was a carnivore girl and wolfed down most of her dishes as Alexander stared at everyone eating happily, appreciating his cooking.

"You've improved, Alexander; it tastes much better than last time." Stella complimented, delicately wiping her mouth with a napkin, and Maria nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

Laura ate gracefully with a smile as usual, "Thank you for the food." She thanked me sincerely.

Sarah stopped halfway through the plate of steak, cutting it slowly. She looked at Alexander with a smile as if remembering the young Alexander, "Thanks for cooking something special just for me—do you remember the promise from so many years ago?"

Alexander nodded with a wide grin.

"Then why haven't you fulfilled it? Or is there still time to fulfil the promise to the fullest?" Sarah teased.

All the girls stopped eating, glanced at Sarah, and looked at Alexander expectantly or seemingly jealous of the hidden talk. But the pair just smiled at each other before finishing their meal.

He cooked heavy things because the time was close to two in the afternoon.

"Since we've eaten well, let's clear the city and move north as fast as possible," Alex said without hiding his feelings, his eyes looking out the window worried about Kaliara and Velu, who were still fighting without rest.

The girls tilted their heads, but Alex didn't want to hear their complaints as he stood up. As far as he was concerned, they had fun and sex and had eaten enough.

Now, it was time for work.