Apocalypse King System

He Weilan remained calm as she lightly responded to the women who surrounded her for conversation. She understood their intentions—nothing more than seeking to secure a position for themselves amidst the restructuring of the harem.

"Apologies, the hierarchy and division of the harem will be determined solely by His Majesty. Others are not permitted to speak out of turn on this matter."

With a subtle shake of her head, He Weilan discreetly declined the probing inquiries of the women.

Upon hearing He Weilan mention His Majesty, though the women harbored some internal grievances, they dared not express them openly, and could only accompany her with smiles as she entered the palace.

"Hmph... Just because she's come up with a few ideas and landed the position of head advisor, she now looks down on the rest of us?"

After He Weilan departed, several women began to gossip.

In Derick's harem, many had a good relationship with He Weilan, but there were also quite a few who disliked her. On one hand, it was because she had long been favored in front of Derick, inevitably stirring jealousy among the women. On the other hand, the power of the advisory council greatly constrained these divine consorts.

"Ah, let's not talk about this. Keep your voices down. After all, she's a key figure in His Majesty's harem, and her status is higher than ours!"

Several gentle-natured girls quickly stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Tsk... With an unremarkable figure and an average appearance, aside from her intellect, why should she receive such favor from His Majesty? I just can't accept it!"

"Let's not talk about that. Recently, His Majesty has increased our time for using the replicated phalluses. Do you all want to go play together?"

"Sure, let's go!"

Soon, the women who had gathered in front of the palace dispersed.

It is evident that He Weilan's control over the position of the advisory council has aroused the covetousness of many, especially since she is also a resident divine consort of the heavenly palace. This has made many women discontented, although they have not openly expressed it.

Derick withdrew his gaze, having observed everything that had just occurred at the entrance of the thirty-third palace.

However, Derick had no intention of making any comments on the matter. He was not inclined to completely suppress the open and hidden struggles among these women. After all, jealousy was a natural instinct for women, and the women in the harem were not all puppets on a string.

Derick did not care much about the struggles in the harem, or at least not overly so, as long as they remained within a certain limit. In the end, it was to his benefit, as these women would strive to use all their resources to please him and vie for a higher status than the others.

Reclining on the soft throne, Derick's head was cushioned by two ample bosoms, with a bewitching young woman behind him giving him a head massage with her large breasts.

At the same time, Lisa, who was straddling Derick, emitted a series of melancholic moans. Her fair and tender skin was flushed, and her bewitching and voluptuous body writhed non-stop!

Watching the voluptuous woman riding on top of him, Fumeng wore an evil smile as she lightly flicked her exposed clitoris.

"Ah, ah, ah!!"

Lisa immediately let out a loud, ecstatic moan as a strong surge of stimulation rushed through her body, causing her to tremble as if electrified, engulfed in a wave of pleasure that drove the voluptuous beauty into a frenzy of climax.

After a long while, Lisa finally climbed off the man's chest, tucking her long, dark hair behind her ear in an extremely seductive manner.

"Master, you're so mean. I was just about to squeeze out your semen, but then you ambushed me with an orgasm. Now I have no strength left!"

Lisa lay on the man's broad chest, lightly drawing circles with her jade-like fingers, and complaining as if coquettish.

"Haha... It seems like Lisa, you still need to practice. I haven't ejaculated even once, and you've already had multiple orgasms. This won't do!"

Derick caressed Lisa's tender breasts with his hands. After his long-term manipulation and nourishment, Lisa's beautiful breasts had swelled to a size E cup, which was definitely considered top-notch.

Moreover, with just a gentle pinch, Lisa's ample bosom could immediately produce a fair amount of sweet milk. This was not because Lisa was currently lactating, but because her breasts had undergone special modification and drug-induced lactation, allowing her to produce milk anytime and anywhere, thus satisfying Derick's peculiar fetish.

Initially, when Lisa's sister was pregnant, Derick had particularly enjoyed having anal intercourse with her from behind while squeezing her breasts, causing her to ejaculate milk during her climax, which always provided him with an extraordinary visual stimulation.

So, later on, the women began to cater to his preferences, using various methods to induce lactation in their breasts in hopes of gaining more favor.

Various methods of play were developed, and Derick even got to taste different flavors of high-quality breast milk, which not only was nutritious but also had an excellent taste.

Some imaginative women even developed unique breast milk baths, automatic milk extractors, and many other bizarre things.

As Derick continued to squeeze Lisa's breasts, she began to pant softly and coquettishly said, "Where is it? I already work hard enough. It's obviously you, my lord, who deliberately doesn't ejaculate. You must not want to fill my womb with your semen, huh? Saving it for those newcomers, aren't you?"

Lisa pouted, with a dissatisfied and lascivious appearance.

"Alright, now you're even complaining, my lord. Watch me teach you a lesson, you shameless little slut!"

Derick raised his eyebrows and patted Lisa's perky, round buttocks. She immediately understood and gracefully rose, swaying her seductive legs in black stockings, slowly kneeling with her back to the man.

From Derick's gaze, it was easy to see the exquisite beauty of the voluptuous and sexy young woman. After Derick's long-term nourishment and development, Lisa's figure had reached an explosive level.

Her raised, plump buttocks were the epitome of a perfect peach-shaped rear—full and shapely without any hint of bulkiness. The enticing, snow-white curves of her buttocks were incredibly full, seemingly gaining more with each glance and losing none at all.

The kneeling and prostrated posture she assumed showcased her tantalizing hourglass figure even more perfectly. Through her parted legs, one could clearly see the full, ample bosom hanging in front of her, with no sign of sagging, and droplets of white milk dripping from her nipples.

Between Lisa's plump and elastic thighs, the mysterious valley had been explored countless times by Derick. Her pink, tender entrance had been thoroughly ravished, leaving it covered in a milky white fluid, while her smooth and plump mound was glistening with moisture. Through the gap of her exquisite beauty, one could almost see the inviting luster, seemingly beckoning for a man's penetration.

Moving downward, one would find the standard issue in Derick's harem: the stockings. Today, Lisa wore a very conventional pair of long, black stockings that extended up to her thighs.

Yet, these seemingly ordinary stockings on Lisa had the effect of erotic lingerie, accentuating her long and plump legs, creating an exquisite combination. Especially when paired with her current lascivious posture, it would undoubtedly provoke any man to have the urge to grab those beautiful legs in stockings and fiercely penetrate the tender entrance of this lascivious and beautiful young woman before him.

Derick reached out and gently caressed Lisa's expensive stockings. Such high-quality items would easily cost thousands of credits in the inner city and had always been a favorite among the Order girls!

The expensive black stockings did not hinder the sense of touch at all. They felt smooth, soft, and highly elastic, with a delicate texture that exuded a sense of allure and temptation.

Rustle, rustle...

A curve formed at the corner of the man's mouth as he ran his hand along Lisa's calf, reaching the bend of her knee and then firmly caressing and kneading her thigh. He thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of these exquisite legs, then continued to caress her shapely buttocks.

On Lisa's snow-white, exquisite buttocks, two lines of large characters were written with a marker. Although they were somewhat smudged by the lewd fluid, they were still clearly legible for the most part.