A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Oliver and Ivy spent the night beautifully.

They didn't just make love once, but three times. The last was in the bathroom, while showering together to wash away the sweat from their bodies.

After the shower, they lay naked together on the bed, watching an action movie and snacking on various treats as a replacement for dinner since they were too lazy to get up.

"Who do you think I should kidnap?" Oliver asked, referring to the Awakener or Cultivator he needed to hand over to the Sky Eagle Clan King.

He had three days. This was only the first, so he still had time, but he needed to pick his target.

He felt more comfortable discussing it with Ivy, knowing she would help without hesitation, just like when they killed Murphy Jackson.

"If it's a Cultivator, it'll be hard to find one since there aren't many. I think we should choose among Level 25 Awakeners," Ivy replied.

The woman turned to face him so their eyes met.

"Darling, I think there's someone suitable."

"Who?" Oliver asked curiously, since Ivy seemed to have a particular person in mind.

"Do you remember Dom from the Awakener Association?"

"Of course…" Oliver nodded.

How could he forget the middle-aged man who came to their high school to awaken the students?

"What about him?" Oliver asked, wondering if Ivy disliked him. As far as he knew, Dom didn't seem like a bad person.

He wasn't sure what Dom's level was. He seemed strong, but it was possible he was only Level 25. If higher, he probably wouldn't have been sent by the Association for such simple work.

"We could choose him," Ivy said.

"But why him? Did he offend you?" Oliver asked, curious about her reason.

"In the Manchester Awakener Association, he has quite a lot of influence. But he really pissed me off—he had the nerve to suggest I become the partner of a newly awakened talent from London. The son of his friend, some filthy rich guy. Of course I refused, but he insisted, even gave that guy my number," Ivy explained, her tone full of irritation.

"Didn't he know you already had a boyfriend?" Oliver asked, now angry too.

It might sound like a small matter, but for him and Ivy—who loved each other deeply—it was insulting.

"He knew. But he said this was just 'childish love' I'd soon forget," Ivy answered.

"If he had offended me in any other way, I wouldn't care about him. But for this, I want him to die regretting what he did."

As she said that, Ivy hugged Oliver tightly.

It was clear to him—he was the only man she wanted. She didn't want to be separated from him, no matter what.

This only showed how deeply she loved him—that she wished death upon anyone who tried to pull them apart.

Oliver felt moved and returned her embrace, stroking her hair.

"Don't worry. I won't let anyone act like that. Dom deserves to die," Oliver said.

Ivy smiled at his words.

They went to sleep after that and woke up quite late, since they'd slept so soundly.

After waking, they even made love again in the bathroom.

Oliver always had desire, and Ivy was always more than willing to satisfy him.

After their shower, they felt refreshed and put on clean clothes.

Oliver chose jeans that went slightly past his knees, while Ivy wore long pants.

They wanted breakfast, but planned to eat out.

However, before they could leave, Ivy's apartment door was suddenly pounded loudly.

"Ivy! Ivy!" A middle-aged woman's voice rang out, faint through the door, but she was clearly yelling.

Oliver couldn't help but look surprised, glancing at Ivy, who looked anxious.

"It's my mother," she whispered.

Hearing this, Oliver's expression turned odd before he laughed.

"Why are you nervous? Open it. I can introduce myself to my future mother-in-law," he said.

"But what if she gets mad? She's very conservative," Ivy replied.

"Don't worry. This isn't a big problem…"

Oliver didn't see any reason to worry and gestured for her to open the door.

It was just her mother. He'd dealt with plenty before, some conservative as well.

As Oliver sat down, Ivy took a deep breath, steeled herself, and went to the door. She unlocked it—only for it to be shoved open from outside, forcing her to step back.

"Ivy, I heard you came home with a man, and he hasn't left your apartment since yesterday…" The woman's voice rose sharply as she barged in.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman stepped inside. Her black hair was neatly pinned up, she wore slacks and a formal blouse, looking every bit like an office worker.

She was attractive, well-kept, and wore glasses.

But the most obvious thing was her aura—strict and quick-tempered.

Oliver immediately understood—this was the kind of woman who filled a home with rules.

At first, she only looked at Ivy, but of course, soon enough she spotted Oliver, a young man the same age as her daughter.

Her eyes widened, and her breathing quickened.

"Ivy, who is this?" she demanded.

Naturally, Ivy was speechless.

Oliver, on the other hand, stood and stepped forward.

"Madam, I'm Oliver Whitemoon, Ivy's boyfriend. A pleasure to meet you," he said calmly.

"What?" The woman looked as if she'd been struck by lightning, her gaze darting between them.

"Is it true you've been here since yesterday afternoon? What have you two been doing? You're a man and a woman—how could you stay in this apartment together for so long?"

For Ivy, this was the most unnecessary question. What else would they do, alone together that long? Of course, they'd shared their love, their pleasure, their "Heaven on Earth."

But with her mother's personality, Ivy knew she'd explode in rage if she admitted it.

So she let Oliver handle it.

"Madam, men and women who are in love naturally do things like this," he said.

"Nonsense!" the woman shouted, slamming the door.

"How old are you? You just graduated high school and entered university. Wait until you at least finish your studies and get married properly," she yelled.

Thankfully, the door was shut so her shouts probably didn't reach outside.

Ivy was visibly distressed by her words and wanted to protest, but she clearly had a natural fear of her mother.

"Madam, what's done is done. Time cannot be turned back. Ivy and I are together, and we've already shared so much. Even if you disapprove, you can't erase what's happened. And you cannot stop us from staying together," Oliver replied firmly.

Ivy was a little shocked, not expecting him to be so open about them.

"You!" Her mother nearly staggered.

Oliver knew—changing a woman like this was impossible.

The only way forward was to make her accept it by force of reality.

When the woman was left speechless, Oliver went to Ivy's side and held her hand.

"Oh, come now, Madam. Look at us—we're taller than you, stronger than you. Why shouldn't we do what we want? Even if we just graduated high school, we're already adults. And we have superpowers. We don't depend on our parents anymore."

"Boy, shut your mouth!" the woman shouted, as if she couldn't stand hearing another word.

She panted heavily, struggling to come up with a rebuttal.

But unfortunately for her, nothing here was illegal. She couldn't call the police.

At last, she suddenly left.

Perhaps she feared she'd go mad if she stayed any longer.

Ivy could only give Oliver a wry smile.

"Darling, you're not angry, are you?" she asked.

"How could I be angry?" Oliver chuckled, pulling her into his arms.

They stayed in the apartment a while, making sure Ivy's mother had truly left. It would've been troublesome to encounter her again downstairs.

Finally, they went to the lift and descended to the lobby.

At this time of day, the building was fairly quiet, with most residents at work.

But the café in the lobby still had plenty of people.

They all looked at Oliver and Ivy strangely. Some even laughed.

Ivy frowned, but Oliver led her out.

"Maybe you should buy an apartment in another building," Oliver told her.

She nodded.

"If you have money, you don't need to give it to me. Honestly, I've already saved too much. Use yours for yourself—buy a better place to live," he added.

They went back to his motorcycle, and Oliver let Ivy climb on behind him.

She was clearly upset with the residents here—especially those who had crushes on her. She knew they were behind all this gossip.

On the bike, she hugged Oliver tightly, as if to show everyone just how much she loved him.

Vroom!

Oliver revved the engine loudly, so much that the people in the lobby could barely hear each other.

Unexpectedly, Ivy's mother was still there, standing by the road as if waiting for a taxi.

Her eyes naturally widened when she saw Oliver and Ivy—on his big bike, Ivy clinging to him tightly.

But the two didn't stop. They pretended not to see her at all.

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