Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem

"Did you break through?"

Azael grinned widely. "Of course I did."

"When?" she asked, her eyes going wide.

"Last night. Aren’t I amazing?"

Her eyes glistened. She pulled him into a hug without warning, pressing his face against her massive breasts.

Once again he found himself buried against softness, breathing in the faint sweet scent of her skin mixed with the warmth of her sweat from training.

It was a little hard to think straight.

"Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it!" she said, stroking the back of his head. "You broke through to red core already? I thought it would take at least another month before you got there."

A few knights were present in the hall. They collectively decided to mind their own business and focus on their training.

Eventually she let go of him and stepped back, looking him over with a satisfied expression.

"Good boy." She smiled warmly. "This means things will be easier for you at the academy. I don’t have to worry as much about you now."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Then how about we spar? Let me see how much your physical strength has actually increased."

Azael’s eyes lit up. "Okay!"

---

They stood across from each other in the center of the hall, each holding a wooden sparring sword.

Arista stood tall and relaxed, her posture carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had trained for years. Her slightly tanned skin glistened under the light pouring in through the large windows. She looked every bit as formidable as she always did — composed, strong, completely in her element.

Her huge breasts were held firmly against the confines of her sports bra, giving them a curvy shape.

’Mother and daughter,’ Azael thought, looking at her. ’Both of them are something else entirely. Exactly my type.’

"Shall we start?" she asked.

Azael answered by kicking off the ground and closing the distance between them in an instant.

Arista didn’t move from her spot.

He raised his sword high, gripped the hilt tightly, and brought it down with speed.

Thud.

She caught the blow cleanly, holding her blade horizontally above her head without flinching.

Azael didn’t stop. He slid his wooden blade along hers as quickly as he could, and the moment it cleared the tip, he redirected it sharply downward toward her.

She shifted and blocked it again.

"Your speed has improved," she said evenly. "Your strength too. Not bad."

Then her knee shot forward toward his stomach.

Azael had already seen it coming. He pushed off the ground and jumped backward, creating distance between them in one clean motion.

Arista followed immediately.

She was in front of him before he had fully landed, her sword coming down in a sharp diagonal slash.

Clang.

He blocked it, but the force behind her strike was overwhelming. His sword was shoved back hard, and he had to dig his feet in just to keep his footing.

’Damn. She’s too strong.’ he thought while taking her strike.

They continued.

Sword met sword again and again, the sound of wood striking wood ringing through the hall. Sweat poured down Azael’s face and neck as he pushed himself to keep up with her. Neither of them was using mana. No techniques, no abilities. Just blades and bodies.

It was exactly the kind of training he needed. To get adjusted to his increased strength. But he felt much better this way.

After several more minutes, Azael dropped to the floor, sitting with his legs out in front of him and his chest heaving.

"Haah... that felt good."

Arista stood over him, barely winded. She looked down at him with an expression that sat somewhere between approval and amusement.

"It really was something. You’ve gotten a lot better." She tilted her head slightly. "I think you’re ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Our family’s swordsmanship." She said it simply, as if it were obvious. "I’ll start teaching you."

Azael looked up at her. "Wait, seriously?"

Arista laughed, warm and genuine. "Seriously. You’ve earned it." She reached down and ruffled his hair. "We’ll begin tomorrow. For today, rest. You’ve done enough."

Azael didn’t push her hand away. He let her do as she pleased, tilting his head slightly into it without saying anything.

After a moment he got to his feet and picked up his sword.

"Alright. I’ll head back to my room then." He turned to leave, then paused.

"By the way, Sister. Last night Mother mentioned that they caught one of the men involved in the incident. What did you end up doing with him?"

The warmth in Arista’s expression faded. Her face became serious.

"He’s being held in the family prison. The one underground, in the corner of the city."

Azael knew the one. It was buried somewhere beneath the city, in a location known only to members of the Ignivar family and a select few among their most trusted knights.

"What did he say? Why did they attack in the first place?"

Arista exhaled slowly. "You remember that small base connected to that organisation — the one we quietly dismantled? Apparently four members managed to escape before we got to them. Those four decided to retaliate. They were planning to cause serious damage to the city." She paused.

"Three of them were killed before they could do anything. By an unknown man wearing a white mask, wielding purple flames."

Azael felt something tighten in his chest.

He kept his expression completely neutral.

"Oh. So do you have any idea who that person might be?"

Arista folded her arms beneath her chest and shook her head slowly. "No. We have nothing. No identity, no leads." She was quiet for a moment. "But whoever he was... he did us a favour by stopping those three. I’ll give him that much."

Azael nodded and decided to move on.

"Sister Arista." He looked at her. "Are you free today? Or any time soon?"

She thought about it for a moment.

"Today is difficult. There’s still quite a bit to sort out from what happened yesterday. But I should be free the day after tomorrow." She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"No particular reason. I just thought it would be nice to spend some time together. We could go into the city. Walk around a bit."

The corner of her mouth curved upward. "That’s sweet. It almost sounds like you’re asking me on a date."

"Well," Azael said, unbothered, "you could call it that, I suppose. So will you come?"

"How could I refuse my little brother?" She smiled. "And since you just broke through, I owe you something. Consider it a reward. I’ll get you a few things while we’re out."

"You really are the best, Arista."

He stepped forward and hugged her, then pressed a quick kiss to her cheek gently.

Chu~

"See you later." He let go and walked toward the exit, leaving the hall without looking back.

A few of the knights nearby had witnessed the exchange. None of them said a word about it.

Behind him, Arista stood still for a moment. A faint warmth crept into her cheeks, settling into a soft shade of red.

She clicked her tongue quietly.

"Tch! He did it again."

She turned back toward the center of the hall and resumed her stance, gripping her sword a little tighter than necessary.

Not that she minded. She didn’t dislike his kiss.

---

Azael got fresh and came out. He wore some casual clothes.

Then he walked through the corridor, meaning to find Isabel.

Soon he found her on the way to the kitchen side.

He walked towards her.

"Hello Isabel."

"Hah. Good morning, Young Master." She bowed to him respectfully.

"Oh come on. How many times should I tell you not to bow to me." Azael said with a disapproving expression.

Isabel chuckled. "I simply cannot do that."

He held her hand and said, "Come with me. I am kind of bored. I need some good company."

"But Young Master I need to do work–"

"Just let others do it. If someone questions you just tell them my name."

"Haah... I know you won’t listen to me anyway."

"Hehe. You know me very well."

He pulled her with him. As she quietly followed him with a small smile.

---

In the garden of the Ignivar estate.

The garden was filled with various beautiful flowers.

It was a huge garden. In one corner of it.

Below a huge tree sat Isabel. Her lap folded. As Azael lay there calmly. His head rested on her soft thigh. As she ruffled his hair.

"Young Master. Do you like lap pillows that much?" She asked curiously. Fully knowing that he just loved them. He had asked her for it many times.

"Haah... of course I love it. That’s why I asked you for it."

He said while looking up. But couldn’t see her face since her huge breasts came into the view. Hiding her face.

’I want to touch them again.’

He was slowly getting closer to her.

Now he needed to spend more time with her slowly for a few weeks. Hoping Ria would do her job well. She would seduce Michel in a few weeks.

Her success was really important for him.

And once that happens he needed to give his shoulder to Isabel. Who would be sad after knowing about her husband’s deeds. And then make her slowly his woman.

’Hehe~ am I becoming a bad guy?... well no I guess. I mean I am giving her husband another lover. I am not trying to cuck him like ntr guys.’

Azael told himself that he was not doing anything wrong.

Even though he was doing wrong.