Day 93 Post-Impact
The tribulation began precisely six hours after the system notification.
The sky darkened despite the midday sun. Storm clouds materialized from nothing, swirling overhead in patterns that defied natural weather. Lightning crackled within the formation, gathering, building toward something catastrophic.
[TRIBULATION COMMENCING]
[TRIAL OF BONDS: PROVE YOUR CONNECTIONS ARE GENUINE]
[SURVIVE TO ASCEND]
The bolts struck without mercy. Not physical lightning, but pure essence concentrated into devastating attacks that slammed into Sarnav's consciousness. Each one probed a different bond, searching for weakness, for doubt, for any crack in the foundation.
Nisha's connection weathered an assault of jealousy and insecurity. Ishani's possessiveness was twisted against her. Jade's logic suggested emotional attachments were inefficient. Each wife faced her deepest fears, her private doubts amplified into weapons.
And each wife held. Rejected the tribulation's lies. Chose love over fear.
The final bolt struck all eleven of them simultaneously. The network blazed with combined power, absorbing the tribulation's energy, converting destruction into transformation.
[TRIBULATION COMPLETE]
[ALL BONDS VERIFIED: GENUINE]
[RANK ADVANCEMENT: A → S]
[HARMONY SOVEREIGN: FIRST STAGE]
[10-WIFE MILESTONE: HARMONY FORMATION ACTIVE]
The storm dissipated. Sarnav stood at the center of his wives, feeling power unlike anything before. S-rank. Finally equal to the threats they faced.
"Well," Jade said into the silence, "that was dramatic."
The tension broke into relieved laughter. They'd survived. They'd proven themselves.
The real celebration happened that night, in private quarters.
The massive bed had been assembled from multiple frames, barely fitting in the largest room available. Candles provided soft light, casting warm shadows across silk sheets. The ten wives had arranged themselves around the space, some lounging, some sitting, all watching Sarnav with hungry anticipation.
"Ten wives," Minji announced. "This calls for something special."
"We've been planning this," Ishani added, already stripped to black lace underwear that left little to imagination. "The milestone celebration. Properly."
Nisha rose from her position, crossing to Sarnav with the quiet confidence of the first wife. She wore a simple cotton nightgown that somehow looked more seductive than elaborate lingerie, the fabric thin enough to hint at the curves beneath.
"My right to begin," she said softly. "The others agreed."
She kissed him, slow and deep, tasting of the jasmine tea she favored. Her hands found his shirt buttons, working them open one by one while her tongue traced his lower lip. Each button felt like a promise, each inch of revealed skin a gift.
"Sayang," she whispered against his mouth. "I've waited for this. All of us together, finally."
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, then pulled her nightgown over her head in one fluid motion. Her body was as beautiful as the first time he'd seen it, brown skin glowing in candlelight, breasts full and soft with dark nipples already hardening in the cool air.
"Lie down," she instructed. "Let me show the others how you like to start."
He obeyed, settling back against the pillows. Nisha straddled him, grinding slowly against his hardening length through his remaining clothes. The friction made them both gasp. She leaned down to kiss his neck, his collarbone, his chest, working her way lower with deliberate patience.
"He likes anticipation," she told the watching wives, her voice husky. "Don't rush. Make him want it so badly he can't think straight."
She unfastened his pants, freeing him, wrapping her small hand around his shaft. She stroked slowly, watching his face, reading his pleasure with the intimacy of long familiarity. Her thumb swept over his tip, spreading the moisture gathered there.
"Nisha..." he groaned.
"Not yet, sayang." She positioned herself above him, rubbing his tip against her wet entrance, teasing them both. "First, I want them to see how beautiful you look when you need me."
She sank down onto him inch by inch, her tight heat engulfing him slowly. Her head fell back, lips parting in a silent gasp. Through the network, every wife felt the sensation, felt Nisha's pleasure rippling outward like waves in still water.
"So deep," she breathed. "Always so deep, sayang. Like you were made for me."
She began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm perfected over months of lovemaking. Her breasts bounced with each motion, and Sarnav reached up to cup them, thumbing her nipples until she moaned.
"There," she gasped. "Yes, right there... don't stop touching me..."
He sat up, pulling her close, taking one nipple into his mouth while she rode him. The new angle let him hit deeper, and she cried out, grinding down harder, chasing her release with increasing desperation.
"I'm close," she whimpered. "Sayang, I'm going to..."
She came with tears streaming down her cheeks, the way she always did when pleasure overwhelmed her. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, pulling him deeper, and he felt her joy flooding through the network like sunlight breaking through clouds.
"Beautiful," Ishani murmured from nearby, already stripping off her underwear. "But now it's my turn."
She didn't wait for Nisha to recover. The moment the first wife dismounted, Ishani was there, pushing Sarnav onto his back with athletic aggression. Her toned body gleamed in the candlelight, every muscle defined, her DD breasts defying gravity.
"Nisha does gentle," she said, climbing over him with predatory grace. "I don't do gentle."
She took him into her mouth without warning, swallowing him to the root in one smooth motion. Sarnav groaned, hands fisting in her hair as she worked him with practiced skill. Her tongue swirled around his shaft while her throat relaxed to take him deeper.
"Ishani... fuck..."
She pulled off just long enough to grin up at him, lips glistening. "That's the idea, sayang. Now shut up and let me work."
She climbed up his body, positioning herself, and slammed down onto him hard enough to make them both gasp. No teasing, no buildup. Just pure athletic intensity as she began riding him fast and hard, her abs flexing with each motion.
"Harder," she demanded, even though she was the one in control. "Give me everything, sayang. I can take it. I want to feel this tomorrow."
He gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out with each stroke. Her abs flexed as she moved, sweat glistening on her toned stomach, breasts bouncing rhythmically.
"Yes! Like that! Don't you dare stop!"
She was loud, unashamed, letting everyone in the compound know exactly what was happening. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room. When she came, she screamed his name, back arching, nails raking down his chest hard enough to leave bloody marks.
"Fuck," she panted, still moving, still riding through the aftershocks. "Again. I want to come again, sayang."
He flipped them, putting her on her back, driving into her from above with his full weight. Ishani wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"My ass," she gasped between strokes. "Later tonight, you're taking my ass. Promise me."
"Promise."
She came again on that word, clenching around him so tight it was almost painful, light constructs flickering around her fingers as pleasure overloaded her ability.
Minji was next, bouncing onto the bed with characteristic energy before Ishani had even finished trembling.
"Okay, my turn! Oppa, I've been practicing."
"Practicing what?"
She grinned mischievously and tossed a controller aside. "Endurance mode. Let's see how long you can last against a pro gamer."
She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face without hesitation, lowering her dripping core onto his mouth. "First, prove you deserve the main event, oppa."
He gripped her thighs and licked into her, finding her clit with practiced ease. Minji squealed, hips bucking against his face as his tongue worked her sensitive flesh.
"Oh fuck, oppa, your tongue is OP. Seriously needs nerfing." She ground down against him, chasing the sensation. "Right there... combo building..."
He sucked her clit while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them against her front wall. She came embarrassingly fast, thighs clamping around his head, Korean curses mixing with gaming terminology.
"GG round one," she panted, still shuddering. "But the game's not over, oppa."
She spun around into a sixty-nine position, taking him into her mouth while pressing her dripping core back against his face. They worked each other simultaneously, the network amplifying every sensation until the pleasure became almost unbearable. Her mouth was hot and eager, tongue swirling around his tip while she stroked what she couldn't fit.
Minji came twice more on his tongue before pulling away, repositioning herself to sink down onto his cock with a satisfied moan.
"Level two," she announced breathlessly, eyes bright with competitive fire. "Let's see if you can clear it, oppa."
She rode him with intense focus, treating his pleasure like a high score to beat. Her small breasts bounced with each motion, nipples hard and flushed.
"Combo building... don't lose your streak, oppa... keep that meter full..."
He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, hitting deep. She gasped, rhythm faltering.
"Critical hit! Oh fuck, oppa, that's cheating..."
When he finally came inside her, she threw her arms up in victory, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same moment.
"GG! Achievement unlocked: Make Oppa Lose Control." She collapsed against his chest, giggling breathlessly. "Best game ever. Five stars. Would play again."
Ananya approached next, her dancer's grace evident in every movement. Where the others had been aggressive or playful, she was artistic, treating the act like a performance meant to be savored.
"Let me show you something beautiful," she murmured, positioning herself above him with fluid elegance.
She sank down slowly, taking him inside her inch by inch, and then began to move in ways that shouldn't have been physically possible. Her Bharatanatyam training translated into incredible body control, isolating muscle groups, squeezing him in rolling waves that traveled from base to tip.
"Oh god," he groaned, hands gripping her hips. "How are you doing that?"
She smiled, theatrical and pleased, continuing her internal dance. "Years of practice, sayang. Though not for this purpose originally."
She lifted herself until only his tip remained inside her, then sank back down with agonizing slowness, her inner muscles rippling along his length in sequence. The sensation was so intense that he nearly came immediately.
"Not yet," she breathed, stilling her hips. "The dance isn't finished. Let me show you the full performance."
She moved through what could only be described as choreography, each position flowing into the next with graceful precision. Sometimes she faced him, rolling her hips in figure-eights. Sometimes she turned away, letting him watch her back arch as she took him deep. Once she balanced on one leg while the other hooked around his shoulder, a position that seemed impossible but felt incredible.
Her moans were theatrical, expressive, building toward a climax that seemed almost scripted in its intensity. She narrated her pleasure like a performance.
"So deep... you fill me so completely... I can feel every inch..."
When she came, it was with her whole body, a full-performance finale. Her walls clenched rhythmically, her back arched in a perfect curve, and a sound of pure pleasure escaped her lips. The orgasm seemed to roll through her in waves, each one drawing another gasp.
"Standing ovation?" she asked breathlessly when she could speak again.
"You deserve a dozen."
Finally, Jade approached. The tsundere had been watching from the corner, pretending disinterest while her cheeks flushed progressively redder with each scene she witnessed.
"I suppose it's my turn," she said flatly, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Since everyone else has gone."
"You don't have to if you're not comfortable."
"Shut up, idiot." She climbed onto the bed, still avoiding his gaze. "It's not like I want to. I'm just... maintaining group cohesion. For the network's sake."
She was already soaking wet when she straddled him, her body betraying everything her words denied. She positioned him at her entrance and sank down with a sharp hiss, Cantonese curses slipping out immediately.
"Diu... you're too big, you idiot. You could have warned me."
"Should I..."
"Don't you dare move. I'll do this myself. At my own pace."
She began riding him with aggressive determination, as if trying to prove something to herself. Her pale skin flushed pink from her cheeks down to her small breasts, nipples hard and straining. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, refusing to acknowledge her own pleasure even as her body chased it.
"It's not... I'm not enjoying... sei yan..." Her Cantonese grew filthier as her movements grew more desperate.
He reached up to pinch her nipples and her whole body shuddered, a moan escaping before she could stop it.
"Puk gaai... don't do that... it makes me..." She trailed off, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks.
"Makes you what?"
"Shut up!" She slammed down harder, chasing her release despite herself. Her walls were clenching around him already, so close to the edge. "Just shut up and... and..."
She came with a scream she tried to muffle against her own hand, failing completely. Her whole body shook as she collapsed forward onto his chest, walls spasming around him rhythmically.
"I hate you," she muttered against his skin, still trembling.
"I know."
"I didn't enjoy that at all."
"Of course not."
"...do it again."
He flipped them over, pinning her beneath him, and drove into her hard enough to make her eyes roll back. She scratched bloody lines down his back, cursing him in Cantonese, English, and what might have been Mandarin.
"Harder, you idiot... if you're going to do it, do it properly..."
When they both came, she bit his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks, muffling a scream that would have woken the entire compound.
"Idiot," she whispered afterward, curled against him with uncharacteristic softness. "My idiot."
"Yours."
"Don't get sappy about it." But she didn't let go.
Five wives satisfied, five more waiting. The night was far from over.
"Rest," Sana said softly, her healing energy already soothing his exhaustion. "We have all night, Sarnav-kun. And the rest of us are very patient."
Jiyeon smiled from across the room. "Patient, but not that patient. Don't keep noona waiting too long."
Through the network, he felt the anticipation of the remaining wives. Sana's gentle desire, Jiyeon's calculated hunger, Serena's analytical arousal, Zara's disciplined need, Elena's intense possession.
The milestone celebration was only half complete.
[DAY 93]
[WIFE COUNT: 10/32]
[RANK: S (HARMONY SOVEREIGN)]
[10-WIFE MILESTONE: ACHIEVED]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE STATUS] [POPULATION: 1,247] [TERRITORY: EXPANDED - 3 SECTORS CONTROLLED] [ALLIANCE: SINGAPORE SURVIVOR COMMUNITY]
[CELEBRATION: IN PROGRESS]
[NEXT: ASCENSION]