Apocalypse King System

As Derick's words fell, not far away, the maids nearby led out several mares from the stables.

However, don't misunderstand, these mares are not real horses; they are transformed from some beautiful women.

First, the team responsible for managing Derick's harem would select some young and beautiful girls with voluptuous figures, especially suitable for riding.

Then, after a long period of training, they would gradually learn the behavior of mares. Subsequently, they would undergo thorough body modifications, equipped with special horseshoes, reins, saddles, and so on...

Even their large breasts used as armrests for the master, and their tender orifices used to secure the penis, would receive special training to provide the most comfortable riding experience for the master.

Without exception, most of these mares were former attractive athletes from sports schools before the apocalypse. Their tall figures were perfect for serving as mares, as Derick felt uncomfortable sitting on those with overly petite bodies.

Their voluptuous buttocks made them the best saddles, while their ample breasts served as Derick's best mare armrests, as well as props to control their direction.

The maids selected five equally beautiful mares from the stable at once, each with soft horseshoes and reins, but without a bridle.

It's not that they didn't prepare bridles; mainly, Derick felt that if he covered the pretty faces of these mares, riding wouldn't look as good.

The five beautiful mare girls happily crawled on the ground, running on all fours to Derick's side, rubbing against his legs affectionately.

"You five beasts, don't you know your place? What if you soil the master's body?"

The maids immediately started scolding and were about to drive away the five mares, but Derick quickly stopped them.

In fact, as the primary riding tools for Derick within the Celestial Palace, how could these mares possibly be dirty? Not only were they not dirty, but they were also very clean.

The maids would clean these mares every day, apply aromatherapy, ensuring that they lived cleaner than humans. They were fed regular food and not given any hay or fodder, after all, Derick wasn't that heartless.

"Well, well, they seem to be in good spirits lately... and they've grown quite a bit taller," Derick gently stroked the heads of several mares. It seemed the maids had taken good care of them, as they were all clean and spotless.

Though the five mares were beautiful girls, as they were serving as mounts, they naturally couldn't speak. They could only use their tongues to lick their master's palm to show affection and fondness, displaying complete submissiveness.

If women outside of the Order were to witness this scene, they would surely be shocked. If it were feminists or the like, they would likely vehemently accuse Derick of objectifying women, calling him a pervert, and so on...

However, to the maids standing nearby, these mares were truly fortunate. They were able to serve as their master's daily mounts, something that many women in the Order envied.

Haven't you noticed that even the pieces of flesh used to decorate the palace, flesh receptacles, and even human toilets and orifices were all jobs that the goddesses from before the apocalypse would fight over?

Being able to get close to the master, even if it's just a bit of a connection, for the majority of women in the Order, it's like ascending to the heavens.

As for being able to serve as the master's mare, as a dog, or as a sex slave, that's a dream job that many beautiful girls would fight tooth and nail for.

So, what may be a goddess that others may find it hard to even touch, in Derick's eyes, is just a mare trained specifically for his own riding, and she is just one of over a dozen mares.

"Master, please mount the horse..."

Although these beautiful mare girls have tall figures, they are not actual horses, and their height is less than half a meter, so they cannot have stirrups.

But it doesn't matter. These maids creatively lay on the ground, using their plump, round, and soft breasts as stirrups for their master.

Comfortably stepping on the soft breasts of the beautiful mare, Derick mounted the mare, which was less than half a meter tall, not for anything else, but for the sense of ceremony.

Riding on the plump buttocks of the mare, Derick's penis also accurately penetrated the mare's anus, stabilizing instantly.

This beautiful and gentle mare immediately became excited, gently swaying her big buttocks to show her excitement, the small nose ring on her nose making a tinkling sound.

"Alright, stop being in heat, let's go..."

Derick chuckled, feeling the excitement of the mare beneath him. He inserted his penis a little further, then patted her raised buttocks, urging her to move forward.

The beautiful maiden did not dare to slack off, she exerted herself to move her four limbs, or rather, her four hooves, to carry her master forward.

As she crawled, the beautiful maiden also made excited panting sounds, as if in heat. Her two large breasts hanging in the air shook even more vigorously. At the same time, she made an effort to wriggle her anus, allowing her master to have the most comfortable riding experience.

Derick felt extremely exhilarated. Even though he had ridden countless mares like this before, every ride still felt incredibly novel.

This was different from the ordinary act of having sex with a vagina or anus; it was a completely novel experience. It wasn't just about physical pleasure, but more of a psychological pleasure, a sense of conquest and domination over women.

If ordinary men were only a little chauvinistic, they would be accused of objectifying women by feminists. But in Derick's case, this was true objectification of women.

In Derick's eyes, these pretty maidens truly became special tools or toys. They had many uses; not only could they be used as human toilets and for riding, but also as pets and as outlets for release, and so on.

If there were feminists here, Derick would probably be showered with their spit. Unfortunately, the Order did not have any concept of feminism. Here, Derick was the only god, the master of all women, the one they needed to serve wholeheartedly. They would probably even be eager to climb up just to become Derick's tools.

"Run faster!" Derick shouted, holding the reins tied around the maiden's neck. With one hand, he patted her buttocks, and with the other, he grasped her right breast, pinching her nipple a few times to indicate a change in direction.

Due to carrying a person on her back, even though the beautiful maiden was trying very hard to crawl, she was still far slower than usual running, and couldn't match the speed of a real horse. However, Derick didn't mind. He wanted this kind of feeling. Otherwise, he could have just flown there without needing to walk at all.

The other four mares were being led by attendants, following beside Derick along a winding descending path, until the group arrived at the thirtieth level of the thirty-three palaces.

By this time, the mare Derick was riding was feeling quite weak. Inevitably, Derick had to withdraw his penis, dismount the exhausted mare, and mount another one, continuing to comfortably insert his penis into their anuses, while arrogantly riding the beautiful maidens, as if a conquering general inspecting his own territory.

At the thirtieth level of the heavenly palace, there were numerous rooms. Derick dismounted his mare and stopped in the long corridor, resembling a luxurious hotel.

After withdrawing his penis, the second mare also collapsed, her snow-white buttocks awkwardly exposed, her anus gaping from Derick's large penis, emitting a seemingly steaming heat, appearing utterly lascivious.

Without even glancing at her, Derick walked into one of the rooms, and most of the attendants remained outside, with only a few accompanying Derick into the room.

The room was built like a children's playground, covering an area of several hundred square meters, equipped with various play facilities, resembling a place for children to play.

In fact, that was exactly the case. Inside the playground, there were around a dozen pretty little girls, aged around four or five, happily playing, with occasional soft and cute laughter.