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Chapter 565: The True Eldest Sister

The Celestial Oasis Hotel was exactly as Anya had described.

Over-the-top luxurious in a way that bordered on the absurd.

It sat in the middle of the capital like a monument, a massive skyscraper that pierced the clouds with elegant arrogance.

But unlike the cold, authoritative presence of the Interdimensional Investigation Bureau, this building radiated warmth and opulence.

White marble covered the entire structure, gleaming in the afternoon sun like polished bone.

Intricate carvings were embedded into the stone outer layer. Scenes of mythical battles, celestial maidens, and legendary beasts that seemed to come alive in the shifting light.

Gargoyles perched at the edges of the massive tower, their stony gazes watching over the city below with silent judgment.

It was a strange mix, ancient aesthetics married to modern skyscraper design.

And yet, somehow, it worked perfectly.

But on the inside, it was anything but old.

The lobby alone was a testament to modern luxury.

Chandeliers that dripped with crystals, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, and massive suites that reeked of wealthiness.

Waiters in pristine uniforms stood at attention, ready to fetch anything a guest could possibly desire.

Supercars lined the garage like a collection of children’s toys.

And the clientele?

The lobby was filled with celebrities and high-ranking blessed who would normally be on TV, their accomplishments on display for all to see.

It was a high-class hotel, the kind where only the wealthiest kin could afford to stay.

And right now, three of the Battle Angel daughters were enjoying the very best the hotel had to offer.

They weren’t just in any room. No, they occupied the very top suite, the penthouse that took up the entire floor.

It was absolutely massive, a sprawling complex of rooms that seemed to go on forever.

Multiple bedrooms, multiple bathrooms, an indoor swimming pool that sparkled under soft blue lights, a jacuzzi large enough to fit a dozen people, a fully stocked playroom, and even a private theater.

It was less a hotel room and more a house in the sky.

And the best part? Anya didn’t have to pay a single coin for it.

The hotel staff had literally begged her to take that room instead. It was apparently bad for business if the owner stayed in anything less than the absolute best.

And right now, all three sisters were sprawled on top of one large bed in the main bedroom.

Each wore nothing but plush bathrobes that did little to conceal their breathtaking forms.

Anya leaned elegantly against a mountain of pillows, her legs folded with practiced grace.

The robe parted just enough to reveal milky thighs that seemed to glow in the soft lighting, and if one looked carefully, glimpses of rainbow-hued pubic hair peeked from beneath the fabric.

Astrid lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with a contented smile.

With each breath, her magnificent breasts rose and fell, threatening to escape the confines of her robe.

Her six fluffy tails twitched occasionally, giving her an almost divine appearance despite her relaxed state.

And then there was Charlotte, who was facing flat down on the bed like she was too tired to even move.

Despite the rest of her body being completely flat against the mattress, her fat ass was like a speed bump that could be seen from a mile away, a single mountain in the valley of her body.

It was so prominent, so perfectly round and plump, that anyone looking at her would instantly want to throw away all the pillows in the world and just sleep between those chubby cheeks instead.

The atmosphere was one of post-bath bliss, but also one of intoxicating feminine presence.

Any man stumbling upon this scene would likely need immediate medical attention for spontaneous nosebleeds and cardiac palpitations.

“Ugh, that was heavenly.” Charlotte finally spoke into her pillow, voice muffled.

She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand.

“I need to install one of those jacuzzis back home. Mama’s been complaining about shoulder aches lately, and the hot water jets would do wonders.”

Astrid chuckled without looking away from the ceiling.

“Her shoulder aches probably come from carrying around those…assets of hers.”

She gestured vaguely toward her own chest.

“I swear, every time I see Auntie Yelena, they’ve grown another cup size. It’s like they have their own gravitational field.”

Charlotte snorted.

“Your mother isn’t much better, Astrid! Auntie Fauna may be tiny, but she’s packing serious heat!”

“Every time I hug her, I’m amazed she doesn’t topple over. Though her height did stop growing ages ago.”

A dreamy look crossed her face. “Hehe. She’s still so short and cute. I just want to put her in my pocket and carry her around.”

Astrid’s voice came out in a wistful tone.

“I guess everyone in this family is quite big when it comes to assets.”

She rubbed her breasts together, looking down at them with a contemplative expression.

“I don’t think we have any deficiency when it comes to having such useless meat on our bodies.”

But then, Anya’s voice cut through, carrying a peculiar, almost teasing tone.

“Um, I actually don’t think so.”

Astrid turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Anya’s expression grew slightly awkward, as if she was hesitant to bring up a sensitive topic.

“There is one among us who is actually lacking quite a lot in that department.”

“So much so that the mountain that was supposed to be there instead looks like a pancake that has been flattened even further by an iron.”

Both sisters immediately realized who she was talking about.

Their expressions shifted, a mix of sheepishness and wariness appearing on their faces.

Astrid cleared her throat awkwardly.

“She’s…a special case. After all, her mother has the most abundant figure in the family—no one’s denying that—but somehow those genes decided to take a vacation when it came to her daughter.”

“She’s is absolutely the plumpest woman I’ve ever seen.” Charlotte agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “Her breasts are like…I don’t even have a comparison. Melons? Watermelons? Planets?”

“And her butt—goodness, you could serve a three-course meal on each cheek.”

Anya sighed theatrically. “It’s truly a pity. To have a mother with such legendary proportions and end up with…well…”

She made a flat gesture with her hand. “It’s almost tragic.”

Charlotte shifted uncomfortably. “Guys, is it really okay to talk about her like this? You know how she gets. Remember last time?”

Another collective shudder passed through the room.

Astrid’s hand went unconsciously to her own chest.

“She went absolutely feral. I made one little joke—one! And she had me pinned down, slapping my breasts until they were red and swollen!”

“I couldn’t wear a bra without wincing.”

“But she’s normally so gentle and refined!” Anya protested, though her voice held a note of fear. “She’s like…the embodiment of kindness and maturity.”

“But mention her chest, and she transforms into a demon.”

Charlotte quickly said. “But only the three of us are here right now, so we don’t really have to worry about her—”

“Do you want to risk it?” Astrid interrupted, her tails bristling. “You know how unpredictable her blessing is. For all we know, she’s listening right now through some weird nonsense.”

Charlotte immediately pressed her lips together, miming a zipper across her mouth.

The sister they were all talking about was actually the daughter of the Maiden of Fate and Fortune.

Even though Astrid herself was born first among all her sisters and was technically the oldest, the true title of the older big sister would definitely go to that very daughter.

From a very young age, she had a mature, gentle, kind personality.

While the rest of the sisters had rather eccentric characteristics, she had the grace of a refined young lady who knew her responsibilities.

But more than that, she had this gentle nature, this soft-hearted quality that made it impossible to frown in her presence.

Even in the darkest of moments, she could light up your heart just by being around her.

She was so beloved that she had been entrusted with the care of the Sanctuary, an orphanage that Mika’s late mother had founded years ago.

The Sanctuary was a literally a sanctuary set up for children who had lost their mothers in the war in the past.

And even those children from the cult of the Eternal Queen that Mika had sent away were taken to the same place.

The responsibility of caring for the Sanctuary was given to her, and she did an amazing job.

Children who came over with gloom and darkness in their eyes would completely change in a matter of days, becoming joyful, spirited children like they always should be.

Her energy was truly overwhelming.

And if her image was not already fragile enough—with her good-natured, soft-hearted personality and petite frame—there was also the fact that she couldn’t walk and was completely blind.

When one saw her strolling through her garden in her wheelchair, her eyes tied with a black blindfold, they’d immediately feel as if they’d seen a young lady from a noble family who had fallen from grace.

Feelings of empathy and pity would wash over them.

But the sisters knew the truth.

Even though she was most of the time very nice, gentle, and made them feel comfortable, she could also be terrifying.

Despite being physically challenged, she was by no means weak.

With her blessing, she was absolutely terrifying—she could torment them anytime she wanted and make them her playthings.

There were instances in the past where they provoked her too much, or maybe teased her about her petite frame, and the punishments they received always left them wailing and crying.

So right now, all three sisters didn’t dare to speak another word of her.

Her blessing truly was strange. Maybe she really could be listening in on them right now.

Little did they know, she wasn’t.

But her mother, the Maiden of Fate and Fortune was.

Through a tiny, nearly invisible portal, the Maiden watched the conversation unfold with a satisfied smile on her face.

Being praised about her figure was always a delight.

“Good girls.” She murmured to herself. “At least they appreciate true artistry.”

But then her gaze shifted through the portal, toward the penthouse’s main bathroom.

Her expression soured dramatically. She gritted her teeth, fists clenching.

“That damn brat!” She hissed under her breath. “Every opportunity. Every. Single. Opportunity. He uses to further his depraved agenda.”

With a frustrated wave of her hand, she closed the portal, unable to watch whatever was happening in that bathroom any longer.

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