_Cargan

Prince Cargan

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Valentina had alerted him of the new set of girls who would resume the high house in a few minutes. Usually, such events don't intrigue him but it had become a ritual for him to watch from afar.

Indefinitely, one of these girls would become one of his wives when she survives down to the last segment of the training.

One will fall into the temple section of the high house and become a priestess if Anya, the high priestesses deem her pure enough.

Only one and if they were lucky enough two, would make it to the politics section.

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The holy sands were his haven. It is crafted like a swimming pool right on the altar in one of his quarters and it was his favorite place to be.

Evolution has made divine citizens turn to qi chips but only the immortal ones understand that even though the qi chips- when numerous of them have been consumed despite the highly inflated price placed on them, could never take a divine person to the highest potential of their powers.

By far, cultivating on holy grounds was the best though scarce means of cultivation. Its originality comes from nature making it deliver the pure ambiance needed to genuinely level up.

It was a shame that holy grounds were almost extinct and the ones who were left barely had any heavenly ambiance that could do anything to the qi at all.

From reports, many scams had been detected in the line for setting up false holy grounds just to exploit the divine citizens.

Or maybe the unsuspecting ones.

If a person who had engaged in using qi chips combats with one who cultivates on holy ground, even if their qi is on par, the one who derived from nature would most ultimately win the combat.

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True, he shares the same qi color with his brothers but the competition for leveling up stood between them all, and never would he lose to his brothers.

The only times he steps out of his cultivating sands were when he either had to go meet up with the daily requirement of his curse or go to tend to political issues.

Every day, he sleeps with two of his wives but sometimes when he wasn't up for it, he would only make do with one and make sure the number balances up before the end of the month.

The thought of it right now. What he had to do every month. Every single day of his life. The burden upon him which wears him down was sending a wave of nausea down his throat.

Slowly, he rose from his sitting position in the cultivation sand pool, his black overall shimmering as it shed the contents of sand left in it while the sun illuminated shiny sparks upon his body.

If anyone was peeking from the door hole, they would have thought he looked angelic in all his grace while he rose from the pool of sand.

He had always made sure the blinds left a bit of space for the ray of sunlight to make its way in. The morning sunlight was his best and this was the morning.

He slipped off his unbuttoned overall and with a gentle wave of his palm, all the leftover cultivation sand which stuck on his body shed and dropped on the tiled floor.

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He took the last sip of the white wine in his cup which was always placed on a stool right beside his cultivation pool.

He was still naked and just about to pick up his shorts when Celio–his royal adviser and also the only living being he trusted in this tenure announced the presence of one of his wives.

"High house mother Faina seeks your presence, your eminence" Celio's voice announced from behind the blinds which divided the cultivation pool from the main room where the sofas sat.

Cargan sighed, he knew the reason for her coming over. "Let her in"

Before Celio could reply, Faina had already parted the blinds. "I have been waiting in the—" she was saying but choked on her words when she saw how naked he was.

It piqued him whenever a second party stepped foot upon his cultivation site but despite their numbers, he knew too well each one of his wives.

That was why when one gives up and requests to end the marriage with him, it annoys him that he would have to look for a new one and then study her to imprint every little detail about her in his brain and delete the previous one.

Sadly, his brain wasn't a system so, it was much harder work for him.

Cargan hated to merge his body with random women. He would never bring himself to do that. Women somehow irritate him and to say that his curse had to desire this requirement showed just how punished heaven wants them to be.

Many who knew not about their curse saw him as a lustful personality but if only they knew how much he was suffering. He had to keep wives owing to his hatred for impurity. He'd rather have them under his shelter, taken care of, and calculated than have multiple sexual sprees with random women.

"I'm sorry Faina. Perhaps, we should adjourn our appointment to night time. I have to go tend to a crucial subject now" he said, already picking up his shorts and wearing them before the woman pulls him closer and begin to eat him out.

He knew her.

Faina gasped in disbelief. " Come on Cargan! You know I won't get to see you for the rest of the month if I leave now. My slot is now and I am taking it" she began to work her fingers on his back.

All the more reason why he should get dressed fast. Thankfully, his dick was protected and sheltered-phew!

"You know I am just. You will indefinitely get your slot every month. I am not impartial. Just be a little more patient and wait for nighttime" he managed to say, being caressed when he didn't want to be caressed was annoying enough for him as it is.

Fiana was the stubborn goose he knew she was. Never would he miss a detail about his wives no matter how many he changed. "But it's Emelda's turn tonight and I do not like it when it's a twosome!" she nagged.

Arrghh! His patience was getting tossed on the brink.

"Then you go first and Emelda after" he tried to sound even.

He heard her stomping steps and breathed freely that she would be gone now when her voice echoed from behind.

"You know Cargan, you should not call a romantic night with your wife an appointment," she said and finally fumed out.

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To say his brothers thought of his curse as enjoyment instead of a painful burden would forever infuriate his dislike for some of them.

If it were Astor or Bor, maybe they'd enjoy this curse for they probably sleep more than the fifty women he was subjected to mating with every month.

His line was the one to host the next brotherhood meeting they hold every six months. He would have to deal with their vexatious remarks in three weeks' time.

Cargan couldn't help but to sough in exhaustion as he wore the body hug round neck t-shirt he had hung on the cloth hanger before he wore his cultivation garment and wore it over his barrel-chested body, covering his complete set of healthy abs.

He was ready now to proceed to welcome the incoming maidens from a distance.

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"Let's go," he said to Celio as he marched out of the suite.

Celio followed behind him immediately. "Yes, your eminence"

He did not allow for bodyguards regardless of the unending reminder from the court of the high priestess and the council of the royal court.

No man in the line could match him in combat. Why would a powerful figure need weaker men for protection?

The only reason he allowed Celio to go around with him was that apart from him and the high priestess, no one else knew of his curse, and thus, it was easier to go around with someone who understood him deeply.

It gave him a little comfort in this hell of a life he lived.

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Heads of the security guards who lined across his quarters bowed as he passed by but not even a glance did he award to them.

"This will be a little exercise for you your eminence as you haven't moved from a spot since the beginning of the day. I suggest we walk to the new scholars' duplex." Celio said behind him as they exit the building.

Without a word, he only strode along while agreeing with his royal advisor in his mind.

He needed to indeed stretch.

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By the time they got to a few meters away from the duplex, the bus had already pulled to a stop and the first girl had alighted.

Cargan grunted at his lateness. If it weren't for Fiana, he would have made it on time.

He cherished punctuality and it was his annual ritual to arrive at that spot before the bus entered the gates at all.

Damn Fiana.

Hell- he hated to curse. If he were to curse, women would be the least on his list but Fiana had made him go against his principle.

Was there a principle for a cursed vessel like himself?

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He nodded with satisfaction as the girls strode out of the bus. Valentina and Baelfire had done a good job just like always.

Tall- checked.

Agile- checked

Beautiful- checked

He knew these would be the maidens with the best qi in the line.

Cargan was impressed. His face portrayed it well as a gentle smirk inhabited the corners of his long muscular face while his distinctively long jaw stretched out its cute chin. The curse did many awful things which included the heavenly beauty it had descended upon him and his brothers.

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Alas! Cargan's face handsome face turned ugly as deep lines ravaged the smoothness of his forehead when his eyes settled upon a blue-haired girl who alighted the bus just now.

Blue?