Jim savors his new superhuman control, blowing the minds of the last two goddess models upstairs, then goes down for a dinner break to meet everyone else.
Jim gazed down at the impossibly gorgeous Korean model body stretched out below him as he kneeled on the bed, plowing deep into her deliciously tight sweet center. Kyung was on her back, draped over a large firm cylindrical pillow Anna had brought them, her body spread wide and quivering with overwhelming pleasure as she strummed her clit, approaching her fourth orgasm. He was deep inside her, only stroking slightly, trying to delay his own climax, waiting for hers. Dandan was kneeling behind him, pressed close and writhing against him, nibbling his neck, electrifying him with gentle caresses.
The horrific breakdown that came before was gone but not forgotten. During their long, slow, delicious lovemaking he kept having flashbacks to it, remembering but no longer feeling the agony and frustration of those moments. Instead, each flashback seemed to heal him. It was like some part of him had to review what had gone wrong and learn from it.
Not just the nightmarish breakdown at the end. He remembered every little frustrating moment that led up to it. Like when he took Zhu's virginity and wished he could have given her a longer first time. Even though she hadn't minded, even though she had thought it was perfect and had been overjoyed by it, he wanted to be able to slow down, try to make her first time good for her, maybe even make her come, and it was frustrating that he couldn't.
Then he flashed back to taking Sun Hee and Bai, the first two models that came up the stairs before Francesca and Dandan and Kyung. Sun Hee had been a virgin too. He had delighted in knocking both of them up quickly despite how incredibly hot they were. It had been a crazy thrill to just waste them like that. He felt like such a king, knowing he had more insanely hot models where they came from. Why hadn't that been frustrating like with Kyung and Dandan? Dandan and Kyung weren't really that much hotter. All four of them were basically perfect. No. The difference was that he decided to go fast with Bai and Sun Hee, so it was exciting to be able to. And he had decided to wait with Dandan and Kyung but he couldn't, so it was awful. It wasn't that he never wanted to go fast. He just wanted to be able to take control sometimes and slow down when he decided to.
The understanding of this suddenly filled him with peace and confidence. Somehow, he knew that figuring this out had helped. That beast mode was still there, lurking. Oh my god was it. His desire to breed was off the charts. But he felt strangely confident that he could now at least sit in the driver's seat. There was some hope he could figure out how to control it.
Now, right now, as he stroked into Kyung's mind-blowingly perfect model body, he knew he would soon knock her and Dandan up, but he would decide when. He knew he could wait if he wanted to, again for a fourth time just delight in watching her come and not join her. But he didn't need to. They had reveled in exploring every inch of each other, driving each other wild with sensual pleasure and passion in every position they could think of, and then in many more that only Anna could think of. It had been glorious, perfect, delicious, thoroughly satisfying. It was enough. Far more than enough.
Every inch of their skin was still impossibly sensitive, every touch wildly pleasurable. He was caressing Kyung with one hand, each slight touch making her squirm and shiver with pleasure, while his other reached back to alternate between slowly teasing around Dandan's pussy, dipping slightly inside to feel her clench on his fingertip, and lightly strumming her clit. He knew from her soft urgent moans in his ear that she was getting close again too, along with Kyung. And now, he decided, it was time. He was ready. He would finally combine his DNA with these two impossibly perfect angels. Knock them both up together.
"Dandan, squat over her again, I'm going to fill you both," he said.
"Yes!" both models gasped the word together. The thought of his seed brought Kyung to the edge. She stopped strumming her clit, trying to wait for Dandan to get in position. But then Jim began to stroke deeply into her, building towards his own orgasm, and she quickly lost control, blasting off into a shattering climax, clenching and quivering on him as he plunged deeply into her body. Dandan finally got into position squatting over Kyung so their pussies were close together. Kyung's orgasmic gasps and moans and her writhing, arching, clenching body were so hot, so contagiously sexy. Jim and Dandan were both at the brink in seconds.
"Here it comes!" he said as he switched to Dandan for a couple deep strokes, then plunged back down into Kyung, finding that perfect, most pleasurable spot and exploding against her cervix.
Kyung's waning orgasm returned with a vengeance as she felt his hot seed blast into her hyper-fertile womb. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasmic pleasure rocketed back up to an absurdly high second peak and her body convulsed and clenched around him.
He pulled out mid-orgasm and slid deep into Dandan's ridiculously perfect body, pressing deep against her cervix and blasting his seed into her as she too exploded into ecstasy, crying out with joy and clenching around him as he stoked her deeply a few times then plunged back into Kyung, then alternated deep strokes into the two perfect spasming goddesses as their orgasms went on and on in impossibly pleasurable waves. Perfection. Over the top, ridiculous, glorious pleasure. Nothing could ever top this.
They collapsed in a heap, seeing stars, Jim rolling off sideways next to the two girls, their whole bodies tingling, their lips meeting again in a delightful sensuous three-way kiss. Then he pulled back to watch their angelic faces, to see it happen. It hit Dandan first, then Kyung a split second later. They were both pregnant. They would both make him such wonderful, beautiful babies.They were overflowing with joy, babbling their thanks, happy tears filling their eyes, but somehow the joy didn't hit him. Had he broken it somehow? Lost the ability to feel it, burned it out by overuse? Or scared it away during his breakdown when he hated it and rejected it as someone else's? Anyway, it was still beautiful to watch them feel it.
Watching them, he suddenly knew somehow that for each of them, one baby was certain, but there was a small chance of twins. Or that small chance could become a certainty if he could have them again after a few hours, when that second egg was ready. Maybe that was when the joy would come. Holy shit, what an insanely sexy thought: he didn't have to be done with them.
"Can you stay with me tonight?" he asked.
"Yes!" they both gasped together, smiling and giggling through their happy tears.
They stayed together basking in the afterglow for a few minutes, then got up and got dressed. The women headed to the upstairs bathroom where Jim's three stylists were helping fix hair and makeup for those returning downstairs. Leizu had just come up the stairs and intercepted Jim, looking worried, with Fen trailing close behind.
"I had no idea they recruited so many. How many did you meet?" Leizu asked.
"I think about twenty," he said.
"Shit. There are even more late arrivals you haven't met down there. I can't let you go downstairs until we run the numbers. And we need to freeze recruiting. We might be at the limit for the week already. I was supposed to reserve space on Thursday and Friday for all the models Kai-Ming is flying in. She will be furious."
"No, it's ok," Fen said. "His limit is higher than you think. You're thinking of when we assumed eleven max per day, based on last night. But he just did twenty."
Leizu frowned, looking unimpressed. "Twenty today? I knew we were at sixteen today before the party. Twenty is only a little better, not enough."
"No, not twenty today. This fucking rockstar has already knocked up twenty women at this party. So thirty-six today. And the eleven of us last night, still less than twenty-four hours ago. That's forty-seven in his first day. At that pace he could clear his to-do list tomorrow easily."
"Holy shit," Leizu said, looking at Jim in awe. "Twenty already? I wasn't stuck in traffic that long. Are you okay?"
He nodded and gave a huge grin. He was so fucking much better than okay. The afterglow still filled him, along with new confidence in his control.
"Are you done for the night?"
He laughed. "I should be, right? I don't know." He paused a moment, assessing. Was he tired? Not really. Were his balls empty? Not at all, he realized. Thinking of all those fertile pussies downstairs, he felt swollen, full, like he hadn't had any release in a week. "Actually, not even fucking close," he said. "Leizu, you might not even find out my limits tonight. I'm going downstairs."
"Fucking legend," Fen breathed.
Caihong was overwhelmed, giddy, and confused. She had never seen so much joy and excitement in one place or felt so at ease among strangers. She had met Wing-Yee first, just this afternoon at the grocery store where she worked. She had instantly liked her, instantly trusted her, and inexplicably agreed to cancel her other plans and come to this baby shower. And now, just hours later, she felt so connected with this whole crowd of new gorgeous faces, so comfortable among them, and so intoxicated by their contagious joy.
Their happiness was beautiful, heartfelt, thrilling, and so very confusing. They were all acting like the best of friends, but in every conversation she joined it seemed like almost everyone had just met. Everyone was just like her, surrounded by strangers and yet feeling so at home, so overjoyed to be together, like they were all long-lost sisters.
And then there were those strange, powerful moments when women came down from upstairs. She had seen over a dozen come down already, one at a time or in small groups, each one utterly glowing, beaming, radiating bliss, watched and cheered by all, their joy igniting waves of happiness that spread across the crowded lower floor of the penthouse. What was going on up there?
Wing-Yee had said it was a baby shower for Jim, but hadn't answered when she asked who the lucky girl was. She just said everything would make sense when she met Jim. Her overwhelmed brain couldn't process it, couldn't even guess at what any of it meant. She felt like she was in a dream, or drunk, despite the complete lack of alcohol at the party.
Then finally he came down the stairs. Caihong waited her turn with growing anxiety, watching three other new girls he was introduced to before her gasp and go wide-eyed with excitement when he shook their hands. A small voice in the back of her mind was saying this isn't normal, go, run away.
But Wing-Yee was at her side, holding her hand, her kind eyes reassuring her, calming her. She trusted her new best friend. And she wanted this. She wanted to join this… What? Cult? No. Family. It was the happiest imaginable family. She wanted so much to be a part of it. It was what had always been missing from her life. She somehow knew that all she had to do was shake hands with Jim and she would be part of this forever. It was a dream come true. She eagerly stepped forward for her turn.
She wasn't disappointed. It was stunningly powerful as his eyes finally met hers and it took her, changing her, filling her with purpose and excitement and a deep, urgent, pulsating need. Her body quivered and clenched with it, her eyes going wide, locking with his and pouring every ounce of her feelings into her expression, making sure he knew how she felt, then reveling in the joy of seeing the exact same answering look from him. He felt it too. It was happening to him too, whatever it was. He took both of her hands gently in his and just held her there, pouring desire through his eyes into her soul, utterly filling her, drenching her with it until it overflowed her panties and dripped onto her thighs.
They were connected now. She knew it. And she knew why. She knew what that connection was for, what its inevitable, beautiful, perfect result would be. The thought took her breath away. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything, and she knew she would soon have it. It would soon be her turn to be like all those women who had walked down those stairs radiating that impossibly intense beautiful joy that had seemed so strange to her before, but now made perfect sense. Their eyes were still locked, the moment so incredibly intense and erotic. She heard others around her gasping as they looked on.
And she knew now why she had felt like all these women were a family. They really were. All of their children would be siblings. Siblings of her twins. The thought hit her so hard. It was stunning, overwhelming, miraculous.
As he moved on to meet others, she gazed again around the room. The joy and excitement in the room was exponentially more powerful, now that she understood it and was truly a part of it. It was so right, so beautiful. Her eyes filled with happy tears as Wing-Yee and another gorgeous, pink-haired new sister pulled her in for a hug, congratulating her, wholeheartedly welcoming her to a wonderful new life.
Jim was glorying in being surrounded by his huge harem, soaking in the breathtaking sexiness and scale of it. Everywhere he looked there were newly expectant mothers of his babies, each one a stunning vision of beautiful joy, just radiating contagious overwhelming happiness. Looking at them brought back vivid flashes of those beautiful moments when he first enthralled them, when he first penetrated them, when he came deep inside them, or when they felt that sudden certainty they were bearing his children.
And everywhere he looked there were also the already-enthralled girls he hadn't been with yet, all staring so intensely at him, their eyes smoldering, dripping with lust, gasping when he looked their way, hoping for some sign it would soon be their turn, their pussies clenching and juicing for him, so eager, so urgent in their need for him, and so fertile, their wombs just aching for his seed. It was so fucking hot to look at each of them and know he could unwrap that gorgeous present right now if he wanted, just take her upstairs and ravish her, filling her with his seed and with that beautiful joy.
And there were a few new faces too, late arrivals to the party still waiting their turn to meet him, confused, curious, nervous, and gorgeous, all chosen so perfectly for him, the most irresistibly sexy women they could find. Ai, that wild, tight young university student he had knocked up in the van this afternoon, was the first to introduce him to the two new recruits she brought. They were two of the hottest students she knew, gorgeous tight lively young college cross-country runners named Guiying and Liena, their lithe lanky shapely bodies making him realize there might be a kind of athlete even more perfect for him than soccer girls. He met their eyes and it hit him so hard again, like it was happening for the first time, as it always did. He watched in awe as their fresh sexy faces and their beautiful intelligent eyes turned from curiosity to shock and then lust as the miracle took them and left them gasping, staring pleadingly at him, squirming in place. Fuck. He wanted them so much. They would be so much fun. How was he so turned on already?
Wing-Yee was there holding hands with two nervous looking, sweet-faced friends who she introduced as Yeong and Caihong. Working girls like Wing-Yee, they looked like they felt out of place in this upperclass setting among all these incredibly beautiful women. They carried themselves like they didn't know they were beautiful. They were kind-faced sweethearts, absolutely adorable real girls, and so hot in their simple dresses with their perfect slender hourglass figures.
He met Yeong's eyes as she stepped toward him then froze with her hand outstretched, gasping in shock. He savored the moment as he watched the growing lust in her eyes and she began to squirm, still unable to finish walking toward him, her arm outstretched, her face pleading. He stepped to her and shook her trembling soft hand. She was lovely, adorable, soulful, an absolute sweetheart. And she was desperate to give herself to him, unbelievably urgent in her need for him. Fucking incredible how this never got old. It didn't matter how many times it happened. It was too important to each of them for him to think of anyone else in these moments.
He turned to meet Wing-Yee's other recruit Caihong, who looked especially nervous and unsure of herself. He took a little extra time with her. After the miracle took her he gently took hold of both of her hands and held her gaze, showing her with his eyes how exceptionally beautiful and sexy and special he thought she was, then lingered there, savoring the moment as he saw that she believed him and it filled her with happiness and even deeper lust. God, what an angel, what a precious kind sweet soul. She would make such beautiful babies, and be such an amazing mother. He would take his time with her, savor her, watch her come a few times before filling her. With twins.
That extra moment with Caihong was so fucking intensely hot, not just for the two of them, but for the whole crowd looking on. He heard breathless gasps, squeals, and moans from all around as the two of them stared into each other's eyes. No jealousy. They loved it, all of them, they all fucking loved seeing him enthrall others, conquer other bodies, and put his seed in other wombs. It blew his mind and somehow turned him on even more to know, just know, how this scene was turning this whole crowd of women on even more.
Abigail felt like she could come just watching it. What a fucking amazing beast, she thought. Here he was, surrounded by over thirty gorgeous women, their fertile pussies all drenched and aching for him, and it wasn't enough for him. He could just take any or all of them upstairs right now, and he knew it, but here he was, so eager to claim more, gazing into Caihong's eyes with such intense desire. He wanted so many more. It was mind-boggling. He just knocked up twenty of us and he thinks thirty more is not enough. He thinks he can really do us all. Holy fuck, maybe he can. Her thighs and pussy clenched hard and she shivered and moaned again.
Chariya watched in rapt fascination as Jim turned from Caihong to the two recruits Zhi had brought, delectable tanned beach goddesses named Ah Lam and Monchou. They were spectacular and they knew it. Zhi had been telling all the other models to try recruiting at beaches because it was easier to know who to recruit if you could see more of their bodies. Just as he had done with Caihong, Jim took an extra minute with each of them, holding both hands and staring intensely into their eyes, producing desperate moans of excitement from the crowd. It was so fucking hot to think of him having these two wild, sexy beach bunnies. Zhi was right. But Zhi was already covering the one beach worth going to in town. Where else could she find girls in bikinis? She decided she'd try a waterpark tomorrow.
Jim was on fire with lust. It was so fucking hot to be surrounded by his huge harem and to feel, see, hear, and smell their excitement as he eagerly added more to their already ridiculous numbers. He turned to the final group of four waiting to meet him and caught all of their eyes in quick succession, enthralling them all. They were with Mia. Four more brilliant minds and beautiful faces like hers, their eyes radiating intelligence and curiosity, then rapidly transitioning to shock and lust. He reveled in the feeling and in the crowd's reaction as he shook each of their hands and paused a few intense extra moments, eye-breeding each of them while the crowd gasped and moaned in near-orgasmic sounding appreciation. Two of them, Lanying and Cheon-Sa, were professors, the former Chinese and the latter Korean. The other two, Ming-Yue and Shihan, were Chinese doctoral students. Holy shit, he wanted them so much. Their slender sexy bodies and especially their kind, soulful eyes that sparkled with intelligence. All four of them would make him such beautiful babies and be amazing mothers.
He paused a moment, looking back at Lanying, and somehow knew she was over-ripe. She needed him soon, within the next hour or two, or it might be too late. "You can go up," he said.
"Yes!" she gasped, and rushed to the stairs as the crowd squealed with excitement for her.
He almost followed, but it was such a thrill to be able to resist the urge. He gazed around the room again and was utterly filled by that urgent, driving need to breed with them, all of them. This whole huge crowd. It was so intense, his need to combine his DNA with each of them individually, multiplied by the preposterous number of them. He soaked it in, welcoming it, and most of all he savored the fact that despite the unbelievable intensity of the desire, his newfound control allowed him to wait, to take his time. He was finally in control. It wasn't any less intense. That beast mode was, if anything, even more powerful, more urgent. But he was driving it. It wasn't a wild ride carrying him along. It was his beast now. It was a superpower, and he was going to test its limits by taking his time to meet everyone. There were nineteen more women here who were already enthralled but who he hadn't properly met.
He found the three young rich wives they had recruited from the van, motioning for them to come over. They introduced themselves as Jing, Li-Mei, and Jia-Yi. He shook each of their hands and looked over their sexy bodies, stared into their lust-filled eyes, and just soaked in the overwhelming arousal this caused in them, in himself, and in the crowd.
Next he met Siti, Farhana, and Meera, the three Malaysian soccer girls he had enthralled from the top of the stairs, after they had seen him ravishing Bai up against the wall. They were even sexier, even more tantalizing up close. That smooth, dark, exotic skin. Those dark sexy eyes smoldering with lust. Those lithe tight shapely soccer girl bodies, toned perfection wrapped in soft smooth dark caramel. Fucking incredible. He had had so little time with Ameera, and here were three more just as unbelievably exotic lively tight young things like her, and they would soon be his, and soon bear his children. His desire was off the charts, unbelievably intense, and he reveled in his amazing newfound ability to resist it. He had many more to meet.
Yulia introduced three masseuses she had brought, named Chenguang, Wangshu, and Yahui. She was a big fan of massages and had instantly thought of Chenguang as a possible recruit. She was one of the sexiest, most beautiful non-models Yulia knew, and as Yulia knew well, her touch was magic. Yulia and Chenguang had spent all day visiting other massage parlors together and had eventually decided on recruiting the other two. Wangshu and Yahui were strangers to both of them, but recruiting them to come to the party had been easy. Yulia just told them they had a rich client who wanted a massage at his hotel, offered them twice their normal rate, and they had eagerly canceled other plans to come. It had been such a thrill to watch Jim claim them when he arrived, and to see their reactions as she whispered to them that they would soon not only massage him, but give their bodies to him and bear his children.
Yulia couldn't wait for Jim to see what their magic hands could do. She was ready with a chair as soon as he finished shaking their hands and she motioned for him to sit. He did, and the three masseuses went to work on him as the remaining 10 new recruits he hadn't yet met lined up to meet him.
Qiao was at his side with another of her strange, thick smoothies. He took a deep drink and felt it recharging him, helping his body and especially his balls recover. Susu and Chun-Hua were there too, each with a plate of their incredible food, reaching in to feed him bites in between sips of the smoothie as the masseuses melted every knot in his body with their magic touch and as he slowly met and shook hands with each of the remaining ten gorgeous new girls. The dinner experience of a fucking king. He could get used to this, he thought. Except he literally couldn't, ever. It was never repetitive, each new member of his harem so special and unique, each new acquisition so incredibly powerful and exciting, each eager face and name burned into his memory instantly by the overwhelming power of the moment.
Chyou introduced him to her recruits, seven of the hottest soccer players from the entire tournament. Chan-Juan, Baozhai, and Yingyue were Chinese beauties, lively, lithe, and so eager, their lustful stares so intense as he paused for a moment with each of them, savoring the anticipation and the crowd's reaction. Susu fed him another delicious bite and two of the masseuses began to work their way up his legs while the other reached around him to stroke his arms and chest as he met Achara, a very tight petite Thai, and Sunya, a lusciously tanned angel from Laos.
Soomin was next, an adorable Korean sweetheart, very shy and extremely sensitive to his touch as their hands met. He took an extra moment with her, stunned by her incredible beauty. He found himself caressing her hands, enjoying her reaction to that so much that he started caressing his way slowly up her forearms while their eyes were locked together dripping with lust. He watched in amazement as she shuddered and moaned. Did she really come from just a few forearm caresses? Fuck, that was hot. He couldn't wait to see how many times he could make her come. He felt like he could come himself as the masseuses worked their way up his thighs, tantalizingly close to his madly straining erection.
"You can go upstairs," he said huskily. She wasn't over-ripe but he just couldn't wait to play with her. She moaned and hurried to the stairs, the crowd parting for her, many hands reaching out to caress her as she passed.
The final soccer girl was Mizuki, a slender long-legged Japanese goddess, wildly sexy in an extremely skimpy dress that highlighted her tiny waist and the large gap between her shapely thighs. She leaned forward in a deep slow bow which practically forced him to look down her dress and see her perky bare breasts and erect nipples. The masseuses had been teasing around his straining erection with light caresses and finally Chenguang gave a long delicious stroke along his length while he looked down Mizuki's dress. Fucking incredible.
And finally he met Dongmei's three gorgeous sweetheart recruits. Bingqing and Fang were friends from her hometown, and Zhihao was a random waitress she had met today.
Immediately after Jim left the agency this morning, Dongmei had called Bingqing and Fang. She knew they were absolutely perfect for Jim with their willowy, slender hourglass bodies and their adorable sweet faces. She couldn't talk either of them into coming, so she had taken the bullet train home to ask them in person. As soon as she made eye contact, they seemed to instantly understand. They had immediately changed their minds and ridden the train back together, stopping for a late lunch in a town halfway back to Shanghai, which was where they discovered Zhihao. Dongmei had seen her first as they walked by her restaurant and she instantly knew Jim had to have her. She was like Yuming, her face full of kind, lively happiness, her body an elongated willowy elegant dream. They had decided to eat there, then requested and got her as their server.
They had instantly hit it off during lunch, chatting and joking delightfully every time she stopped by their table. Amazingly, she had agreed to join them for Jim's baby shower, riding the train back together and laughing together like they had been best friends for years. Dongmei was amazed how close she felt with someone she just met. Actually she hadn't ever felt this close to Bingqing or Fang either, before today. They were friends, but not like this. The four of them had a wonderful, joyful day. Dongmei took them to the agency for a free makeover and to borrow some gorgeous dresses and jewelry for the party. They arrived just a few minutes before Jim, full of happiness and excitement that the three new girls couldn't quite explain until he walked in, the miracle took them, and Dongmei whispered in their ears that they and all the other women here would bear his children.
And now, finally, Dongmei watched Jim's eyes burn with desire as he held both of Zhihao's hands in his, and she knew she had been right to bring her. It was so fucking hot to see his intense desire for her, so thrilling, so satisfying to know she had brought him someone who turned him on this much. It was always so hot to see Jim add a new sister to their family, but when he met Bingqing and Fang moments ago she had realized that feeling was far more intense when it was someone she recruited. Right now, this moment somehow blew those two away. Zhihao was special, absolutely perfect for Jim, and despite all the other amazing women here, she was blowing his mind, driving him insane with desire for her, overwhelming his control, forcing him to take her right now. She was here because of Dongmei, and she was going to bear his twins. It was so hot, such a huge rush to watch it.
Dongmei was hooked. She realized she was now somehow even more hooked on recruiting than she had been at just getting knocked up herself. She was good at this, and it was so exciting, so satisfying. She would find more like Zhihao for Jim, as many as she could. She had hardly even tried to find Zhihao. Maybe she'd find some who were somehow even better. She couldn't wait to start. She decided to leave the party now and hit some nightclubs nearby. She'd ask Zhi and Citra to come along. Citra especially would love the idea. She was always trying to drag them to dance clubs. And it would be so easy to recruit, she just knew it. She'd just tell them they had to come check out this amazing party at a hotel penthouse nearby, and she just knew they would come.
Bai overheard Dongmei telling Citra and Zhi her plan and eagerly asked if she could join them.
"I didn't know you liked to dance, Bai," Dongmei said.
"I don't, but dancers drive Jim wild. You should have seen him with Huifen. We have to get him more."
"Yes!" Citra gasped, nodding eagerly, knowing better than anyone how right Bai was. More dancers for Jim. What a perfect idea. Why hadn't she thought of it?
"Awesome, let's split up and go in pairs so we can cover all the nearby clubs before the party's over," Dongmei said.
Jim was lost in Zhihao's eyes, on fire with desire for her, his control slipping quickly. He stood up, still holding both of her hands in his, and stepped close, their lips inches away, their eyes still locked together. She gasped again, squirming with desire and anticipation. She was so ready. More than fertile. He suddenly somehow knew that just like with Dandan and Kyung, if he waited a few hours it could be twins.
"I want you now…" he whispered.
"Oh god!" she gasped in a strangled voice.
"And later," he continued. "Can you stay with me tonight?"
"Yes! Oh god, yes!"
He leaned forward and their lips met in a kiss that instantly exploded into utterly mad passion as the crowd went wild with gasps, moans, and cheers all around them. Their hands were instantly all over each other, their bodies pressed tightly together, one of her legs up around him, her crotch grinding against his. The room teetered on the brink of chaos as the crowd pressed closer, driven wild with desire, those nearby reaching out to touch them, needing to be connected with them, on the verge of ripping all their clothes off and piling onto him.
Leizu fought her way past them and took control. "Hold on! Not here, not yet! All of you, get back! Jim, take this upstairs, now. New recruits could arrive any time. And tell us who can come up first."
He groaned but complied. The crowd parted and he and Zhihao made their way toward the stairs slowly, still pressed together, still groping each other. So many names of girls he wanted to invite upstairs flashed through his mind as he passed through the crowd, but none came out of his mouth. He was in full beast mode, overwhelmed with desire, unable to speak, just barely able to focus enough on walking to the stairs, consumed with thoughts of what he would do to Zhihao, and to all of them.
Zhihao would stay the night. All fucking night, this sexy angel would be in his bed, along with Kyung and Dandan. What a revelation it had been when he realized he could have those two stay the night. He could ask any of them to. This whole crowd, he could just try them all, play with them, and not let himself come in his favorites, keep them as long as he wanted. He was in control, and it was such a rush, such a relief, and so fucking exciting.
Lily caught his eye, that same pleading hesitant look on her angelic face, just like in the boutique. He took her hand and pulled her along with him and Zhihao. "Yes!" she gasped. There was a chorus of excited squeals and moans from the crowd.
He turned around halfway up the stairs to look down at his huge, gorgeous, impossibly sexy harem. Forty-five gorgeous new thralls whose bodies he would soon explore and possess, forty-five sweet pussies all so wet for him, right now, right there. Forty-five hyper-fertile wombs all so eagerly craving his seed, his for the taking, just waiting for him, desperately yearning for him to say their names. He was dizzy with desire, drowning in the need to breed, and he reveled in his ability to pause and savor the anticipation despite the insane urgency of his lust.
Lily and Zhihao pressed against him from either side, squirming urgently against him as he took his time surveying his harem.
He gazed across their eager faces, amazed to realize he remembered every single name. Each of those moments when they became his had been so powerful and unique, searing their faces and names into his memory along with countless other details. The sound of Chiharu's voice, so soft and sexy. Meera's intoxicating laugh. How Abigail smiled with her eyes. Fuck, those eyes. He couldn't wait to watch them when he penetrated her, when she came, or when he knocked her up. Same with Cheon-Sa, the Korean professor. Her eyes were so sultry, so soulful, dripping with lust, piercingly intelligent, utterly unforgettable. And Ciara the Irish model. He just knew from her eyes she would be utterly wild in bed.
And their skin. Somehow he even remembered how their skin felt, for some of them. Chan-Juan, that lovely Chinese soccer girl, just so silky smooth. Her hands had blown his mind. What would her lips or breasts feel like? The way touching Mayumi's hands had electrified them both, and then the way she squirmed from a few light strokes of her luscious caramel forearms. Farhana too, so dark and exotic and tight. Same for Zeya, Siti, Meera, and Sunya. All that exotic dusky tight smooth skin, perfect presents just waiting to be unwrapped. And Liena, that insanely sexy young college runner. And Anhe, that model goddess. So many of them had been an absolute wet dream to touch, even just their hands. He was dying to undress them, explore and tease and taste every inch of them.
His hands had been roaming Lily and Zhihao's bodies, exploring under their dresses from behind, and now his fingers finally found heavenly slickness and they both gasped in his ear, pressing closer.
Everywhere he looked triggered more amazingly vivid, incredibly hot memories. Chenguang's powerful fingers massaging and teased his thigh, looking up at him with such intense lust in her beautiful eyes. Ah Lam's sexy, confident walk. The way Monchou stretched sexily at him, perfectly expressing her lust and confidence with her whole body. The confidence of those two beach bunnies was so hot, but such a weird contrast with Caihong, whose lack of confidence was also so sexy. Just like Lily, Soomin, Jing, and Yeong. How adorably amazed and thrilled each of them had been to realize he wanted them so much.
He was powerfully bonded to each of them, desperately in need of each of them, and there were just so fucking many of them. There could be no wrong choice. He'd just start with the ones he had unfinished business with. "Daiyu, Hua, Chun," he said. The three stylists eagerly rushed toward the stairs and the crowd moaned and squealed in excitement for them. He was going to recreate that moment of interrupted passion in the hallway.
"Aimi and Rei, you too, and everyone stay dressed when you come up." He wanted to take Aimi and Rei with clothes on, as he had fantasized when he walked behind them on the street. And he wanted to savor undressing the others.
Each name he said seemed to drive Lily and Zhihao wilder as he stoked their delightful squirming wetness. It was so fucking hot how they weren't jealous, how they were all so turned on by him having more.
Nine already. So many more names he wanted to say. The bedroom would be a little crowded. Whatever, he could squeeze in a few more. He said the next names slowly, deliberately, stroking Lily and Zhihao as they reacted to each one. "Mayumi. Cheon-Sa. Abigail. Liena." They each gasped and rushed eagerly to the stairs. He could tell by Lily's strangled moans in his ear that she was close to orgasm, Zhihao not far behind. He dipped inside their sweet pussies and felt them both clench urgently on his fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. These sweet pussies were his for the taking, so ready, so eager.
It was almost irresistible. Unbelievably urgent desire to get inside them as soon as possible, to boldly go where his fingertips already were, but the best part was he knew he could just keep resisting it if he wanted to. He would decide when to give in. And it was now. "Bedroom, now," he said huskily. They squealed and rushed up the stairs and he followed, trailed by the others he had summoned.
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In keeping with our main character's accountant personality, I just added a spreadsheet at docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1nh9LXeG5DN86MGkUPJaC5irDAOGvKkBvalI1TUc-MZw/ to keep track of all the women in the story. Each name links to her AI face picture, and there's a separate tab at the bottom for chapter totals.