The moment Kai's hand touched the Abyssal Heart at the deepest floor of the Abyssal Catacombs, the entire dungeon trembled.
Golden runes exploded across every wall.
The air turned warm and fragrant with sakura and jasmine.
A final system message appeared only to them:
‹ Hidden Condition Met: S-rank Dungeon cleared with zero damage taken + pregnant party member present ›
‹ Secret Realm "Palace of Eternal Spring" unlocked ›
‹ Ownership transferred to Kai, Harvest King & Sayuri, Sacred Mother Empress ›
‹ All previous restrictions removed. This realm now belongs to your bloodline forever. ›
The floor dissolved beneath their feet.
They fell (hand in hand) into blinding light.
And landed on soft grass inside the most beautiful place either of them had ever seen.
A castle floating in an endless spring sky.
White marble towers spiraling upward, wrapped in flowering vines.
Gardens of eternal sakura raining petals like pink snow.
Crystal waterfalls that flowed upward into clouds.
Balconies open to warm breezes and endless horizon.
No monsters.
No traps.
Only luxury beyond imagination, waiting for its first king and queen.
Kai looked at Sayuri, eyes shining.
"It's ours."
Sayuri's answer was to kiss him so hard they stumbled backward into the grass that felt like silk.
They made love right there on the entrance lawn (slow, laughing, clothes half-torn off, petals sticking to sweat-slick skin).
Kai entered her beneath a sakura tree that rained blossoms every time she moaned his name.
When they came together, the entire palace glowed in response, as if the realm itself was celebrating its new owners.
But that was only the beginning.
They spent the next three days christening every single room.
**The Grand Entrance Hall**
Marble floors that reflected them like mirrors, ceiling painted with frescoes of lovers entwined.
Kai pressed Sayuri against one of the massive columns, lifted her effortlessly, and took her standing.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, dress hiked to her hips, his hands under her ass as he thrust slow and deep.
Every echo of her moans bounced back from the vaulted ceiling like a choir.
He kissed her through her first orgasm, swallowing every cry, then carried her (still inside her) up the sweeping staircase, never breaking the rhythm.
**The Royal Bedroom**
A bed the size of a small house, draped in white silk and rose petals that never wilted.
They spent an entire afternoon there.
Sayuri on her back first, Kai above her, moving with long, deliberate strokes while he told her every single thing he loved about her body (the way her breasts had grown heavier with each pregnancy, the softness of her belly that had carried his children, the way her pussy still fluttered the same way it had the very first time).
She cried happy tears and came twice just from his words.
Then she rode him reverse, hands braced on his thighs, head thrown back so her hair cascaded down his legs like silk.
He watched himself disappear inside her over and over, hands on her hips, thumbs tracing the faint silver lines that were their children had stretched her skin.
When he filled her, she collapsed backward onto his chest and they stayed joined for an hour, whispering dreams for the baby she carried.
**The Bathhouse**
A natural hot spring fed by waterfalls of warm milk-white water, surrounded by cherry trees growing straight out of the marble.
They bathed each other slowly (soap that smelled like sakura and vanilla, hands sliding over every curve and scar).
Kai sat on the submerged bench and pulled Sayuri onto his lap facing him.
She sank down onto him with a sigh that echoed off the domed ceiling.
They made love in the water for what felt like forever (her breasts floating, milk mixing with the spring, his hands cupping her belly protectively while she rocked in tiny circles that made them both tremble).
Every time she came, ripples spread across the water like applause.
**The Library**
Floor-to-ceiling books that wrote themselves with stories of lovers across dimensions.
Kai bent her over a reading table made of living wood, entered her from behind while she clutched ancient tomes, pages fluttering as she moaned.
He read aloud from a book of erotic poetry in a language neither of them knew, but somehow understood, each word as vows.
She came with her cheek pressed to illuminated manuscript, his name the only word she could still form.
**The Kitchen**
A massive hearth that cooked whatever they desired with a thought, counters of polished obsidian.
Sayuri sat on the edge of the center island, legs spread, while Kai knelt and worshipped her with his mouth until she was shaking and begging.
Then he stood and took her right there (slow, deep thrusts while feeding her strawberries that tasted like summer).
Juice ran down her chin; he licked it off before kissing her, sharing the sweetness.
When she came, she squirted so hard it splashed across the counter, and they laughed until they cried.
**The Throne Room**
Twin thrones of white gold and living vines.
Sayuri straddled him on his throne first (crown of sakura blossoms appearing on her head the moment she sat).
She rode him like a queen claiming her king, hands on his shoulders, belly between them glowing faintly with Sacred Mother light.
Then he moved to her throne and took her from behind while she gripped the arms, head thrown back, moaning "my king, my love" with every thrust.
The vines wrapped gently around their wrists and ankles, holding them together as they came, the entire room blooming in response.
**The Balcony Under the Endless Stars**
Night sky with two moons and auroras that danced to their heartbeat.
They made love on a bed of clouds that floated ten feet above the balcony floor (Kai on his back, Sayuri above him, riding slow and deep while petals rained around them).
He held her hips and watched her face in the starlight (every expression of pleasure, every tear of overwhelming love).
When she came the final time that night, the auroras flared white, and she collapsed onto his chest sobbing his name.
They lost count of how many times they came.
The palace itself seemed to feed on their love (every orgasm making flowers bloom brighter, the air sweeter, the bed softer).
On the third day they finally lay spent in the master bedroom again, tangled in sheets that smelled of them and sakura and milk and cum.
Sayuri traced lazy patterns on his chest, belly round and glowing between them.
"I never want to leave," she whispered.
Kai kissed her forehead, hand resting over their child.
"We don't have to. This place is ours forever. A home inside a home. Whenever the world gets too loud, we come here. Just us."
She smiled, eyes shining with tears that were only ever happy ones now.
"Then let's never leave this bed."
They didn't (for another two days).
The palace kept them fed, bathed, warm.
The bed kept them sensitive, tireless, in love.
And somewhere in the endless spring, a king and his first queen made love until time lost all meaning (every thrust a vow, every kiss a promise, every shared breath the only law they would ever need).
When they finally stepped back through the portal to the real world, hand in hand, glowing with power and satisfaction, the valley greeted them with sakura petals that hadn't existed before.
The palace had followed them home (just a little).
Because some loves are strong enough to rewrite reality itself.
🌸💕