Exo Seeker: The Strongest Human Woke Up In The Future!

As the footage ended, Kael glanced at the woman beside him.

"You okay?" Kael asked, concern evident in his voice and eyes. He held out his hand to touch hers, and Milan stiffened for a moment before she relaxed.

"I'm… alright," Milan smiled. "Anyway… that's how she died, and why my ex-husband wanted her suit."

"Hmm." Kael didn't say a word at first—he had already figured it out. Caressing her hand, he opened his mouth. "So, he wanted her suit because of the Artefact that stayed on it?"

"Yes." Milan nodded. "I don't know how he got that information, but apparently, he already knew—before we even met. He… manipulated his way into my heart, into my house… He must have thought I'd give up my mother's suit just because I loved him. He couldn't have been more wrong. When I found out his true intention, I tried to confront him. That's when he showed his real self. An asshole who deserves to rot in hell."

"He deserved more than that," Kael said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "So, where is the suit now?"

At that, Milan stared at the White Prime suspiciously. "Don't tell me… are you also going to steal it from us?"

"Me? I'm Kael Draven, the White Aegis Primeval. One of the Exo-Primevals. The strongest human to have ever lived. Why would I resort to such petty ways?" Kael replied, as if genuinely offended.

"You always say that. I'm almost immune to your words now," Milan chuckled.

"I'm just curious, that's all," Kael said, leaning back into the chair, settling in comfortably.

Milan studied his eyes, as if weighing something. Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh. "Actually… I don't know where it is. Only my father does."

"I see. That's a shame. I really wanted to see that Artefact," Kael sighed in disappointment.

Kael had seen all kinds of Artefacts—ranging from small trinkets to objects the size of planets. Some held powers so immense they could affect entire galaxies, even the universe. And as the White Prime, his Headquarters had plenty to choose from. He didn't need to enter Fissures to find something people on this planet would call unimaginable. Not that his suit required Artefacts at all.

The team behind the Exo-Primevals—the top Exo-Engineers in the entire universe—could create devices rivaling Artefacts from the Fissures. Hell, they could surpass them if they wanted to. But their focus had always been the elimination of the Anthi-Orgs… and enhancing Kael and the other Primers' suits. They didn't have time to mess around with 'magical' items from unknown sources.

If it were the old Kael, he would've scoffed at Artefacts. They couldn't compare to what the Exo-Engineers were capable of. But now… now was different. If there was a way to get stronger faster, then he would take that path—so long as he didn't lose his sanity in the process.

"It's dangerous," Milan said.

"Strength and power are dangerous," Kael replied, a small smile on his lips. "But people still yearn for them."

Now that he knew what happened with Milan's mother and her suit, it was time for Kael to head to the mine where he was found.

But… there was something more urgent than that.

Just like what Yellow had said in the past—if there's p*ssy to lick, then there's Kael Draven's d*ck.

Now that they were alone together, Kael wanted to take his chance with her. He was the kind of man who didn't rest when he set his sights on something.

And right now, that something was Milan.

"Well… now that we're done here… let's go upstairs? Father must be waiting," Milan said, looking away as Kael's intense stare made her face flush red.

She stood up, trying to escape his gaze, but a hand caught her wrist.

"Wait," Kael said, and Milan slowly turned back to him. "We had a deal."

"Yeah… about that deal…" Milan hesitated, her eyes darting everywhere. "When… when did we?"

"Haha," Kael let out a low laugh, amused at how flustered she was. "I'm just messing around. Let's go."

Kael stood and began walking toward the stairs.

"Oh… alright," Milan nodded, following after him. But as their footsteps echoed in the basement, a hollow feeling crept into her chest.

She lowered her head, ashamed for even thinking someone might truly want her again. She was a woman with a child—what kind of man would be crazy enough to give her what she'd been missing?

But as she wasn't watching where she was going, her forehead bumped into something solid. She looked up—and found Kael staring right back at her.

"Why did y—" Milan couldn't finish her sentence, because the next moment, Kael kissed her.

Their lips met, and her eyes widened in shock.

At first, her mouth stayed shut… but it didn't take long before her lips parted—just slightly.

Kael took the opportunity to give her the best French kiss she'd ever received.

Eyes closed, the two kissed like they were afraid they'd never have the chance again.

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Kael and Milan kissed for a while before pulling back.

A thin silver thread of saliva connected their parted lips before it broke—prompting a light laugh from Milan.

"That's funny," she said with a smile—though it quickly faded as reality set in. "A-Are… we really going to do it?"

"Yes." Kael gently raised her chin, making her look him in the eye. "And I know you want it too."

"But… my father, he's upstairs," Milan whispered, worry flickering in her voice.

"Don't worry," Kael said with a confident smile, his hands sliding around her waist—one of them cupping her bottom. "The medicine he took will keep him asleep for a while. Let's just enjoy ourselves."

As he leaned in for another kiss, Milan didn't resist.

Why would she? She could already feel the wetness soaking through her underwear.

The sound of their lips, soft and hungry, echoed through the basement. Their tongues danced, saliva mixing, hormones clashing.

Kael led her back toward the circular table and lifted her onto it. As their bodies pressed close, he smoothly slid her blouse off, letting it fall to the floor—revealing her soft mounds.

"This is exciting," Kael whispered, cupping both breasts and feeling their warmth and softness in his palms.

"I didn't wear a bra… you know how I feed my daughter," Milan said, breathing heavily. Her face flushed deeper as her hands moved on their own, undressing Kael's upper clothes.

"I know… may I?" Kael asked with a teasing smile.

"Hmm," Milan nodded softly.

Kael began sucking on her nipples, drawing a sudden moan from Milan.

"Aghh…" she tried to suppress it, but the intensity made her grip his head, pushing him further into her chest.

He moved back and forth between her breasts until they were both red and sensitive. Then he pulled back—pop—a wet sound echoing as he let go.

"This is good," he said, licking the milk stain from the corner of his lips.

Embarrassed, Milan turned her face away—but the moment Kael stripped off the rest of his clothes, her eyes locked right back onto his body.

Although his body was somewhat lean, she could clearly see the well-defined six-pack abs etched into his stomach. Kael's muscles looked sculpted to perfection—chiseled and sharp. Scars marked his body, but rather than detracting from his appearance, they only made him more appealing in Milan's eyes.

"These scars… when?" Milan couldn't help but ask as her fingers gently traced over them.

"From a long past," Kael replied, holding her hand before slowly lowering it.

Milan gulped, her eyes following the movement of her hand. And when she touched it, her entire body trembled from the heat. The man in front of her guided her into stroking the rod, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. She tried to wrap her hand around it completely, but she couldn't—it was just too big.

"Will it… fit?"

"Yes. Big, right?" Kael smirked.

"Hmm," Milan nodded, her hand not stopping for a second.

The hot, stiff rod seemed like a magnet—drawing her in with every glance. Her body craved it more and more. Using both hands to get a better feel, she bit her lip as excitement surged through her.

"Kneel," Kael commanded, his voice firm and dominant. Milan obeyed instantly, as if under a spell. "Suck it."

Now kneeling on the ground, surrounded by flowers, Milan took a deep breath—and the scent of Kael's rod filled her senses, completely overpowering the fragrance of the blossoms.

She didn't need further instruction.

Opening her mouth, she let her lips wrap around the head.

"Milan… you're doing great," Kael said, a shiver running through his body as her lips sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. She'd only covered the tip, but the sensation was already overwhelming. Still—not enough.

Hearing the praise, Milan looked up at him. Then, slowly, she pushed her head down, opening her mouth wider to take more of him in.

Kael's smile widened as he watched the head of his rod disappear between her lips.

"That's it… just take your time. Get used to it," he murmured, placing both hands gently on her head.

He noticed her hand sneaking into her underwear, her fingers already playing with herself while her mouth worked on him. He knew then—she'd been craving this.

I'll let her experience the real me, Kael thought, his eyes glinting with lust.

He wasn't a good man. He never claimed to be. His values were shaped purely by his own desires. If helping someone made him feel good, he did it. If it didn't—he wouldn't bother.

Right now, Kael wanted to fuck Milan—and she had practically offered herself. Why turn down a free meal?

So, he decided: he'd make this the best experience she'd ever had. No tricks, no manipulation—none of the usual games he played when seducing women. She'd given herself willingly. That alone saved him time… and effort.

As Milan tried to take more of Kael's length, she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. But when she glanced down, she realized she'd only gotten a little past halfway.

It was just too big for her mouth.

Yet somehow, that fact only excited her more.

She began bobbing her head up and down, faster, deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the basement, echoing off the walls.