ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES



As he reentered her home, Kan was met with the scent of familiarity mingled with a newfound determination. He was about to embark on a culinary venture that, hopefully, would leave a lasting impression on both Ellie and Kane. It was a challenge he welcomed, knowing that it was a step toward solidifying the bonds that were forming in this unconventional family.

Thinking about bonds, now that he was back to a familiar place, he turned off the map and took a page that had been showing red dots in it for quite sometime.

Haven't really checked this yet but what do we have here?" Kan thought as the interface displayed a new information, one that at first was normal until his eyes grazed past something.

[Followers count - 2]

*More info?* *YES* or *NO*

[Harem count- 3]

*More info?* *YES* or *NO*

"Okay, let's see the more information for Followers!!" Kan said, interested in the new discovery so much so that he dropped the things he bought and sat on Ellie's single sofa.

[Follower count]

•1- Layla Clove

•2- Counselor Bhella

"Yeah, I do remember. Even Bhella's instincts to still love that her boyfriend was too strong for me to break her and add her to my Harem, making her mind permanently!" Kan thought, remembering his sexcapades with his Counselor.

"She was interesting different though. Now I can't help but think of going to fuck her right now!" Kan thought, grabbing the bulge developing in his trousers. Reminiscing what he had made a milf like her do with him made his heart beat even faster to the point he had to clutch on his chest in order not to have his organs escape.

But his lewd thoughts disappeared for a moment as he still had something else to check.

"Let's check my harem. This is where I'm most intrigued. The numbers don't seem to add up!" Kan voiced out.

[Harem count]

•1- Elizabeth Mikkal

•2- Hot neighbor Nora

•3- Hot Healer Sabrina

"Wait, that doesn't make any sense. First, why the hell are their names like that? Hela? Are you simping for them?!! Also... Sabrina?!! I haven't even touched her!!" Kan, perplexed, demanded answers straight away from the one he knew would have them.

[You concluded way too early. I won't tell you, wait and see what happens!! Muhahahha!!!] Hela laughed loudly inside kan's mind before fading into the back of his mind.

"So much for help! I still don't get it! I haven't even fucked her yet!! I did use that stupid skill on her which I'm pretty sure failed miserably as she didn't even register any change right there in front of me. So how manage?!" Kan befuddled sat for a minute or two, staring at the bag he had brought from the market. Because his mind was so far away, the presence of the bag in front of him made him feel restless as he kept on asking himself.

"Why is this bag here. Someone get it away!!" Until finally, he snapped out of his daze and remembered he had a hungry babe to cook for.

He hurried back into Ellie's kitchen, spreading out his newly acquired ingredients on the counter. He set a pot of water on the stove to boil, the sound a familiar comfort. The chopped garlic sizzled in a generous pool of olive oil.

The aroma filled the air, promising a flavorful dish. He glanced at the clock, keeping an eye on the time.As the pasta cooked, Kan tossed the strands with the garlic-infused oil. He added a pinch of red pepper flakes for a hint of spice, envisioning the satisfying warmth it would bring to each bite.

The chopped parsley brought a burst of color to the dish, a final touch of freshness. He sprinkled the grated parmesan liberally, savoring the anticipation of Ellie's reaction.Kan's mind raced, trying to recall the exact steps.

"Fuck, it's been a while I cooked!!" Kan thought internally.

[What? Don't try to give excuse for your impending failure!! You've never lit a stove before in your life. You seem to forget I'm in your mind? Huh?!!] Hela chimed in to burst kan's bubble.

"Righhht...." Kan replied with a raised eyebrow as a thought wanted to spring up in his mind concerning the interesting thing Hela had said but he shifted it aside with the fear it could hear him.

He remembered though, watching his mother make this dish countless times. Her hands moved with grace, each movement deliberate. He mimicked her motions, letting muscle memory guide him.With a sense of accomplishment, Kan plated the "Pasta Aglio e Olio", the steam rising in delicate tendrils. He took a step back, admiring the dish.

It wasn't just food; it was a gesture of care, a silent promise that Ellie wouldn't face her worries alone.Kan smiled to himself, realizing he'd not only cooked a meal, but he'd also expressed something he hadn't put into words before. This was more than sustenance. It was a way to say, "I'm here for you."

[Hey, did you by chance unlock a cooking skill? How did you do this?!] Hela, astonished, had to ask.

"What? You didn't see?!!" Kan asked in return, surprised Hela was asking him that question.

It began to hit him, an idea, a hypothesis, that perhaps Hela didn't have access to everything about him after all. Surely, he knew Hela saw most details about him but thinking about how he replayed his "former" mother making a meal didn't seem to have passed by Hela.

"You don't know everything about me huh!" Kan rejoiced, making Hela even more suspicious.

"That's not possible. I know your past thoughts, your present thoughts and even what you might do because I'm fused to you!! Do you even understand?!!] Hela argued vehemently but all Kan did was laugh. He could hear the frustration building up in the very live-like system's voice.

"Knowledge indeed is power!!" Kan thought excitedly as he picked up the tray of food and was about to walk back to Ellie's room when a knock sounded on the door.