Chapter 34: The Imperial Feast.
The Amaterasu didn't just carry weapons; it carried the gathered data of every surviving pocket of civilization on the Pacific Rim. Now, that data flowed directly into Han Chen's consciousness through the shattered, sobbing wreck of Yuki's neural link.
The transition back to New Eden was instantaneous. Han didn't want to stay in the cold, sterile air of a machine-ship. He wanted the heavy, fertile humidity of his own soil.
The Great Plaza of New Eden was illuminated by the flickering, golden lights of the captured Neo-Tokyo fleet hovering silently above. The eight hundred mountain women, now joined by the confused and terrified female technicians from the Shogunate ships, stood in the central square.
The air was thick with a scent that had become the hallmark of Han's reign: salt, fresh earth, and the pungent, unmistakable musk of a god who had just conquered.
"Bring the wine," Han commanded, his voice echoing off the obsidian spires. "And bring the meat. Tonight, we don't just eat. We become one."
The Unveiling of the Goddesses
Han sat upon his throne, carved from a single piece of black volcanic glass. Around him, his seven wives were arranged like living jewels. Lin Mei and Yuki were still flushed from the bridge of the flagship, their bodies barely covered by torn scraps of silk. Su Lan, Xara, Mirella, Kali, and Anya watched them with a mix of shared hunger and possessive pride.
The "Feast" was the world's first true celebration of life since the flood. Huge tables groaned under the weight of giant roasted crabs, mana-infused fruits, and the spicy, fermented liquors of the Himalayas.
But as the night deepened, the food was forgotten. Han stood, his Emperor's\_Aura pulsing at a frequency that resonated with the Divine\_Lineage markers in all his women.
"The Shogunate thought they could send a machine to study me," Han said, his eyes scanning the hundreds of women below. "They thought the mountains could contain me. They were wrong. My blood is the only law left in this world."
The Great Indulgence
To push the narrative into the raw, natural intensity of a true epic, Han didn't take them to his private chambers. He stayed in the plaza, under the gaze of his people. He wanted the hundreds of new survivors to see exactly what kind of master they had gained.
He pulled Yuki and Anya to the center of the dais. The high-tech cyborg and the frost-born princess. He forced them to kneel, their bodies shivering in the warm, humid air of the new continent.
The intimacy that followed was the "naughtiest" display of dominance yet. Han used his Tech\_Dominion to force Yuki's internal sensors into a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated pleasure, making her synthetic skin glow with a frantic, pulsing red light. At the same time, he used his heat to melt the last of Anya's icy reserve.
He claimed them both with a savage, foul-mouthed authority, his movements heavy and relentless. He didn't care about their status; he cared about their submission. He talked to them like the filthy, beautiful objects they had become, his language raw and uninhibited as he drove them both into the soft moss of the dais.
"Look at your princess now!" Han roared to the mountain survivors. "Look at your perfect machine!"
The other five wives didn't just watch. They joined the fray, a tangled mass of soft skin, silver hair, and desperate moans. Mirella's siren song turned into a jagged, rhythmic gasp, while Xara's Hive-Mind linked the entire plaza. Every woman in New Eden felt a fraction of the soul-shattering pleasure Han was inflicting on his queens.
It was a chaotic, beautiful mess of skin-on-skin contact, the sounds of wet slaps and frantic, high-pitched cries echoing into the night. Han was a beast of endurance, his Level\ 5 stamina turning the feast into a marathon of carnal conquest that didn't end until the stars began to fade.
[DING! POPULATION MORALE: MAXIMIZED]
[NEW TRAIT: 'FERTILE GROUND' — Any child conceived on Eden Prime will grow 3x faster.]
The Morning of the Empire
As the first light of dawn hit the obsidian throne, Han sat amidst his seven wives, their bodies a beautiful, exhausted pile of limbs around him. The eight hundred survivors in the plaza were quiet now, many of them sleeping where they fell, their faces holding a dazed, peaceful worship.
"Han," Xara whispered, her head resting on his thigh. "The Shogun... he didn't just send Yuki. He sent a signal. To the other side of the planet."
Han looked at the holographic map flickering from Yuki's eye, which was now projecting onto the air. A red dot was pulsing in the middle of what used to be the Atlantic.
"The 'Aegis Corporation'," Xara continued. "They've built a floating fortress-city. And they just launched an ICBM. Not at us... but at the ocean floor near our continent. They're trying to trigger a tectonic collapse."
Han stood up, his body still humming with the fire of the night. "They want to sink my land? Then I'll give them a front-row seat to how I handle an ocean."
Progress Report
* Morale: Absolute.
* Wives: 7 (All in 'Queen-Consort' status).
* Incoming Threat: Tectonic Strike from the Aegis Corp.