A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 62

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 62

-VB-

So.

Legend came after Brockton Bay overcame another crisis on its own and wanted to meet all of the independents. It felt like a shitty PR campaign or recruitment pitch to me, but I didn’t have the kind of power or influence to turn him back.

… Whatever.

“I’m home!” I announced loudly as I opened the door to my distinctly suburban-looking home. The dozen-plus sublevels would say otherwise.

“Welcome home,” Vicky hummed from … was that the new monitor I installed? I looked to my left and saw a screen built into the wall, which I built, and showed Vicky down in one of the sublevel gyms. She was Amy, and while Amy was training her muscles, Vicky was doing … cultivator stuff.

Huh?

“Wait, when did you start doing cultivator stuff?” I asked her as I quickly made my way downstairs. After locking the door.

Then getting distracted and having to check again because brain.

When I finally made it to the gym level, Vicky finally answered. “I wanted to surprise you!” she grinned. “It’s been a month since I gave to Mark, so I finally did something I’ve been holding off on.” She stood up from the murky herbal water and sniffed herself. “Ergh. Those are the stuff that’s supposed to be inside of me?”

I looked at her in surprise. I turned to Amy, who put down her dumbbells. “Did you teach her?” I asked, and she nodded with a grin.

Right, they didn’t know how bad cultivation can go wrong.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I walked up to Vicky and hugged her, making her squeak.

“You smell bad,” I taunted at her and she squawked.

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“So what made you want to do cultivation?” I asked her.

We all cleaned up and ate dinner, which I had prepared.

“I was getting a bit jealous, you know?” Vicky pouted after swallowing a piece of roasted salmon seasoned with herbs. “Amy and you got to enjoy your own little thing and I was left on the sides.”

Ah. I should’ve known about that. I guessed … even if she said she didn’t want to do it, that was different from how she felt.

“So I asked Amy to give me some hints on how to start my own cultivation thing.”

“And?”

“I did not expect the murky water,” she grimaced. “I really didn’t.”

“And how long has that been going for, by the way? Learning without letting me know for a surprise?”

“Ever since Amy healed me after the birth.”

Amy gave me a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, did she tell you the dangers of it?”

Vicky paused and looked up in thought. She looked back down at me. “I think she did but I wasn’t paying too much attention after I got to experience some of the stuff you guys do.”

I hummed. “Well, I guess you can’t know since I didn’t tell Amy. But did you know that you can get high off of cultivation?”

That got both of the girls to stutter.

“Wait, what? It’s a drug?” Amy asked with a frown.

“Nope,” I quickly spoke up. “You get high off of the feeling that you are so far above the rest of the people that you … become a villain.”

“But don’t I already have powers?” Vicky asked me while flexing. “I don’t feel ‘superior’ to people who don’t.”

I shook my head. “You won’t get it until you reach that point. That’s when it really becomes rough because it’ll also compound with hitting a wall in improvement.” I paused. “Well, I guess you two have a different mindset, so you might not even get the arrogance that comes with this power.”

Amy looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You talk like this power … is not from you.”

“... It isn’t. It’s something that’s been with humanity for a long time.”

My sudden revelation made my two wives rock back in shock.

“And it is inheritable.”

There was a pause before I saw what was going on in their minds.

“Well, I guess that’s good,” Vicky spoke up first, making Amy look at her in shock. When she noticed her sister’s look, she raised her hands. “No Trigger Event, right?” Amy blinked at Vicky’s words and hummed. Yes, that’s how strong of an impression Trigger Events left in people, even Second Generation parahumans.

As for me…

“I guess I’m not against you growing stronger,” I smiled. “Did you have what you wanted to do with it?”

Vicky hummed. “... I want to be able to heal.”

“Vicky?” Amy asked.

“I can already punch good-”

“Well,” I interjected with a grin.

She punched my shoulder. “Well,” she grunted. “But I can’t do anything if someone is already hurt. So if I can heal someone… I guess I’m just trying to round out my skills.”

Amy huffed. “You know how shit healing role is.”

“Yes. I pick you up from the hospital enough and listen to you complain to know. It’s disgusting how you talk on and on about the stuff you find in people. Cancer and diseases are one thing but I didn’t want to know why a dildo was in the guy’s small intestines.”

I reared back. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, it was all chopped up, too, according to Amy!”

Amy gagged. “I don’t want to remember that, Vicky!”

I laughed.

This was how family night should be. No foreign militants. No local capes going apeshit. No Endbringer.

Too bad the world decided it wanted to mess with me anyways…