Day 93-94 Post-Impact
Five wives satisfied, five more waiting.
The network hummed with collective arousal as Sana approached the bed, her gentle presence a contrast to Jade's intense tsundere energy. She wore a white silk robe that clung to her curves, nipples already visible through the thin fabric.
"Rest first, Sarnav-kun," she said softly, her healing energy flowing into him. The exhaustion faded, replaced by renewed vitality. "I want you at full strength for me."
"That's cheating," Minji called from her pile of satisfied limbs.
"It's tactical," Sana corrected with a shy smile. "I've been waiting patiently. I deserve the best version of him."
She let the robe slip from her shoulders, revealing her body inch by inch. Soft curves, E-cup breasts with pink nipples already hard, skin like cream. Exactly his type, and she knew it.
"Sarnav-kun," she breathed, climbing onto the bed. "I've been watching. Learning what the others like. But I want you to focus only on me now."
She straddled him, but didn't sink down immediately. Instead, she guided his hands to her breasts, pressing them against her sensitive flesh.
"Here first," she whispered. "You know how much I need this."
He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples, watching her face transform with pleasure. Sana was incredibly sensitive there, almost able to orgasm from breast play alone. Her eyes fluttered closed, soft Japanese escaping her lips.
"Kimochi ii... Sarnav-kun, motto..."
He sat up, taking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers worked the other. Sana gasped, hands clutching his shoulders, hips grinding against his hardness instinctively.
"So good... it feels so good when you touch me there..."
He switched sides, giving her other breast the same attention. His free hand slid between her thighs, finding her already dripping wet. He spread her arousal over her clit, rubbing in slow circles while sucking her nipple.
"Iku..." she whimpered. "Sarnav-kun, I'm going to... just from this..."
She came from breast play and clit stimulation alone, her whole body shuddering against him. The orgasm seemed to roll through her in waves, each one drawing another soft moan.
"More," she breathed when she recovered. "I want you inside me, Sarnav-kun. Please."
He guided her down onto his cock, and she sank with a long, satisfied moan. Her walls were tight and hot, clenching around him as she adjusted to his size.
"So full," she gasped. "I love this feeling. Being connected to you."
She began to move, slow and sensual, savoring every sensation. Her healing energy pulsed through the network, keeping everyone refreshed, turning the celebration into something that could last all night.
"Suki," she whispered against his neck. "Daisuki, Sarnav-kun. I love you so much."
When she came, it was with quiet intensity, her walls rippling around him as she buried her face in his shoulder. He followed moments later, and she sighed with contentment at the warmth filling her.
"My turn." Jiyeon's voice cut through the tender moment. The former idol stood at the edge of the bed, wearing expensive lingerie that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. "Noona has been waiting very patiently."
She didn't wait for Sana to move, simply climbed onto the bed and positioned herself beside them.
"I want something specific tonight," she said, meeting Sarnav's eyes with calculated desire. "I want you to worship me first. Show noona how much you appreciate her."
She lay back against the pillows, spreading her legs in invitation. Her confidence was intoxicating, the idol training evident in how perfectly she arranged herself.
"Start at my feet and work your way up. Don't skip anything."
He obeyed, pressing kisses to her ankles, her calves, the sensitive backs of her knees. Jiyeon watched him with hooded eyes, one hand idly playing with her own nipple through the lace of her bra.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Noona likes obedient men."
He kissed up her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where she wanted him most. She made a frustrated sound, hips lifting.
"Don't tease noona. I've been patient all night."
"Have you?" He pressed a kiss to her hip bone, still avoiding her center. "I seem to remember you cutting in line."
"I'm an idol. We don't wait in lines." But her voice was breathy now, composure cracking. "Please, jagiya. Noona needs you."
He finally lowered his mouth to her, licking a long stripe through her folds. Jiyeon moaned, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer.
"There... right there... noona feels so good when you do that..."
He worked her with his tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck against his face. She was vocal, directing him with a mix of Korean and English.
"Deo... more... don't stop, jagiya..."
When she came, she clamped her thighs around his head, holding him in place while she rode out the waves. Her whole body shook, the careful idol composure completely shattered.
"Now," she demanded breathlessly, pulling him up her body. "Inside noona. Right now."
He thrust into her in one smooth motion, and she cried out, nails digging into his back.
"Yes... noona missed this... missed you..."
He set a steady rhythm, and she matched it, using her trained body control to meet his every thrust. The network carried her pleasure to the other wives, and he felt their arousal building again.
"Call me noona," she gasped. "Tell me how good noona feels."
"Noona feels incredible," he groaned. "So tight around me."
"Noona is tight because noona has been thinking about this all day." She pulled him down for a kiss, tongue demanding. "Make noona come again. Prove you deserve her."
He increased his pace, driving into her harder. Jiyeon's moans grew louder, her carefully maintained image completely abandoned.
"There! Don't stop! Noona is... noona is..."
She came screaming, walls clenching around him, pulling his own release from him. They collapsed together, breathing hard.
"Wah lau," Serena's voice came from nearby. "You two and that noona thing. Move over, it's my turn lah."
The Singaporean woman climbed onto the bed with efficient grace, her professional demeanor somewhat undercut by the fact that she was wearing nothing but a satisfied smirk.
"I've calculated the optimal approach," she said, straddling Sarnav's recovering form. "Based on probability analysis of what works best."
"Of course you have."
"Don't mock efficiency." But she was smiling. "My predictions say this position has a 94.7% chance of mutual satisfaction."
She sank down onto him, and her probability-focused demeanor immediately started cracking. Her Singlish emerged as arousal overcame professionalism.
"Shiok... so shiok, Sarnav..." She began moving, her controlled rhythm quickly becoming less controlled. "Cannot tahan already... so good lah..."
He gripped her hips, helping her maintain the rhythm she seemed to be losing.
"Your probability sense working?" he asked.
"Cannot calculate anything right now," she admitted, voice strained. "Brain not functioning. Only feeling."
That was exactly what she needed, he knew. To stop thinking, stop analyzing, just feel. He thrust up into her harder, determined to fuck every calculation out of her head.
"Wah lau eh!" she gasped. "Like that... don't stop... Sarnav, please..."
Her Singlish grew thicker as she approached climax, professionalism completely abandoned.
"Gonna come already... shiok gila... yours lor, all yours..."
She came with a cry that was half English, half Singlish, her probability manipulation flickering unconsciously. For a moment, everything in the room seemed to align perfectly, objects settling into optimal positions, the very air feeling more ordered.
"What was that?" someone asked.
"Probability orgasm," Serena panted. "Side effect. Don't ask."
Zara was next, approaching the bed with military precision even now. She'd stripped off her uniform but kept her dog tags on, the metal glinting between her breasts. At thirty-two, she was the oldest wife, her body athletic and scarred from years of service.
"Captain reporting for duty," she said, and despite the joke, there was real nervousness in her voice. The most disciplined of them all, still uncertain about surrendering control.
"At ease, Captain," Sarnav said softly.
Something in her relaxed at the familiar command structure. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours, presenting herself to him.
"From behind," she said, voice slightly unsteady. "That's... that's how I want it. If that's acceptable."
"Whatever you want, Zara."
He positioned himself behind her, running his hands over her athletic body. Her muscles were tense, vibrating with anticipation and years of discipline fighting against her need to let go.
"Zara," he said softly, leaning over her back. "You're safe here. You can let go. I've got you."
"I know. I just..." She took a shuddering breath. "I've spent my whole life in control. I don't know how to stop."
"Then let me take it from you."
He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust. She gasped, head dropping between her shoulders, dog tags swinging beneath her.
"More," she whispered. "Please, Commander. More."
He began to move, setting a steady rhythm. Her military discipline kept her quiet at first, jaw clenched, fighting against the sounds that wanted to escape. But gradually the battle was lost. Small gasps. Bitten-off moans. Her attempts at control crumbling with each thrust.
"Good girl," he murmured, and her entire body shuddered like she'd been struck.
"Again," she begged, voice breaking. "Call me that again. Please."
"Such a good girl, Zara. Taking me so well. My good soldier."
She broke completely, military bearing dissolving into desperate need. Her moans grew loud, uncontrolled, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts with increasing desperation.
"Commander... please... I need..."
"What do you need? Tell me."
"Harder. I need you to make me forget I'm a captain. Forget I'm supposed to be strong. Just make me yours."
He obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises and driving into her with force. The sounds she made were completely unlike her usual controlled demeanor. Raw, needy, desperate. The soldier was gone, replaced by a woman who just wanted to be claimed.
"Yours," she gasped as she came, her walls clenching around him. "All yours, Commander. Forever. I'm your good girl."
Elena was last, watching from the shadows with predator's eyes. She'd been observing all night, learning, cataloguing, the assassin in her never fully at rest. Now she emerged, platinum blonde hair loose around her shoulders, ice blue eyes burning with possessive fire.
"My turn," she said simply. "I've been patient long enough."
She didn't approach gently. She stalked forward like the killer she'd been trained to be, pushing Sarnav onto his back, climbing over him with lethal grace.
"The others are gentle or playful or demanding," she said, positioning herself above him. Her scars caught the candlelight, telling stories of violence survived. "I'm none of those things. I'm just hungry."
She sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt without hesitation. A Russian curse escaped her lips, rough and genuine.
"Blyad... you fill me so completely, moy Sarnav."
She began to ride him with intense focus, treating the act like a mission she was determined to complete perfectly. But unlike any mission, there was real emotion in her eyes. Real need. Real vulnerability that she'd never shown anyone before him.
"I've never had this," she gasped, hands braced on his chest. "Never wanted it. Never even knew it existed. But with you... with all of you... I want everything."
He gripped her hips, meeting her rhythm, driving up into her. "Then take everything. It's yours."
She leaned down to kiss him, hard and possessive, tongue claiming his mouth while her body claimed his cock. Through the network, the other wives felt her intensity, her desperate need to belong after a lifetime of isolation.
"Moy," she growled against his lips between kisses. "Mine. Say it."
"Yours."
"Again."
"Yours, Elena. I'm yours."
She came with a sound that was more growl than moan, her walls clenching around him with almost painful intensity. Russian poured from her lips, words he didn't understand but felt through the bond. He followed immediately, and she collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.
"Ours," Nisha's voice corrected gently from nearby. "He's ours."
Elena lifted her head, looking at the first wife. For a moment, something complicated passed between them. The assassin who had never belonged anywhere, and the woman who had made room for her in their family.
Then Elena nodded, something in her expression softening.
"Ours," she agreed. "Da. Ours."
Day 94 - Morning
Dawn found them tangled together in exhausted satisfaction, ten women and one man sharing warmth and contentment.
Sarnav woke first, feeling the new power humming through his veins. S-rank. Harmony Sovereign. The abilities were still settling, still integrating, but he could already feel the difference.
He could sense every wife simultaneously now, their emotions, their locations, their power levels. The network had evolved from a connection into something deeper, something approaching true unity.
He rose carefully, trying not to wake anyone, and stepped outside to test his new abilities.
The world looked different at S-rank. He could see essence flows in the air, feel the pulse of awakened beings across the city. His perception had expanded exponentially.
He raised his hand and called on light manipulation, Ishani's ability. It responded instantly, brighter and more controlled than ever before. Then shadow arts, borrowed from Elena. Then healing, nature magic, probability sense, all of them available simultaneously where before he'd been limited to five.
"Ten abilities at once," he murmured. "This changes everything."
"It does," Ishani's voice came from behind him. She'd followed him out, wearing only his shirt. "You're the most powerful person in the country now. Maybe the region."
"We're the most powerful," he corrected. "This power comes from all of you."
She smiled, moving to stand beside him. "Then let's use it. The Ascendancy is still out there. Now we can finally end them."
Through the network, he felt the others waking, felt their agreement. Ten wives, one purpose.
The real work was just beginning.
[DAY 94]
[SARNAV: S-RANK (HARMONY SOVEREIGN - FIRST STAGE)] [PROGRESS TO SECOND STAGE: 2%]
[WIFE CULTIVATION STATUS] [1. NISHA - C | 2. ISHANI - D+ | 3. ANANYA - C] [4. MINJI - D | 5. JADE - D+ | 6. SANA - C] [7. JIYEON - C | 8. SERENA - C | 9. ZARA - C] [10. ELENA - S]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: 1,250+ SURVIVORS | 3 SECTORS] [ALLIANCES: SINGAPORE SURVIVORS, MALAYSIAN EMERGENCY COUNCIL]
[MILESTONE: 10-WIFE NETWORK COMPLETE] [WIVES BONDED: 10/32]