Jim woke to the delicious smell of breakfast, the sound of an espresso machine, and the feel of warm smooth skin pressed against him on both sides. He opened his eyes and saw it was Chan-Juan spooned in front of him. Lifting his head he saw she was still tangled with Caihong, both sleeping soundly, both still radiating joy in their sleep from the knowledge they were both pregnant with his twins. They were the last two he had knocked up in the middle of the night, soon after Dandan and Kyung, who seemed to have left.
He looked down at the hand clinging to his chest and knew the girl spooning him from behind was Soomin. He knew that skin so well. Every inch of it. How many times had he made her come, and how many ways? It was like her whole body was a clitoris. He could never get enough of pleasuring that lithe, smooth, impossibly sensitive little angel. And he still wasn't done with her. He hadn't even had to decide to save her. He hadn't finished because she just kept passing out from pleasure first.
She had passed out from a spectacular orgasm the first time he touched her clit with his tongue, before he even had a chance to get inside her, so the others had carried her to another bed to recover while he continued with the orgy. Then, late at night after almost everyone was gone, Soomin woke up when she heard him with Dandan, Kyung, Chan-Juan, and Caihong, his final group of favorites who he had saved for last. He had taken Soomin and Chan-Juan's cherries, played sperm roulette with all five of those delightful pussies each in several positions, holding back from coming and driving them wild with repeated orgasms. He had finished with Dandan and Kyung first, knocking them both up with twins. Then when he was almost ready to give in and knock Soomin up, she passed out again after three increasingly massive orgasms back to back as she rode his cock and the others all stroked her everywhere. Her trembling, quivering body had ended up clinging to his back, spooning him in her sleep as they lay on their sides.
The others soon gave up on trying to pry her loose, so Chan-Juan and Caihong had finished by lying down on the opposite side of him, their pussies close together so he could alternate between them until they all came together, falling asleep soon after in the beautiful afterglow and the incredibly intense joy of knowing they too were bearing his twins. It had been such a perfect ending, so insanely over the top. But the whole night was over the top. There were so many moments like that burned in his memory, unbelievably sexy and vivid.
He had fucked them all. He had really done it. Fucked every one of that whole crowd of gorgeous women. And he had knocked all but three of them up. Only Soomin and two of the after-party dancers were left. How many had it been? He tried to tally it up by walking through the night in his mind in chronological order.
The first twenty had been so wild, the urgency growing exponentially until it became terrifyingly out of control. Every conquest had driven his lust higher, made him want to breed more and faster. Quickly, selfishly taking them, even goddess models he wanted to savor, even virgins he wanted to be gentle with. Then the horrifying breakdown that followed. It had changed him. He seemed to transcend the desire, master it, own it. After that it was completely different. He was in control. He could always wait when he wanted to, or go fast when he wanted to.
He also seemed to have gained an uncanny ability to know exactly how best to pleasure each of them, which he used to full effect on the others throughout the rest of the night. It was so insanely hot how much pleasure he suddenly seemed to give them. He could just look at one and he'd just know what to do to her. It was different for each of them. How to start, where and how to touch or lick or kiss, small changes to the speed, angle, or depth of his thrusts, what to whisper in their ears, what positions to try next. He blew their minds with pleasure, making them come harder and more times than they had ever thought possible. Their pleasure was now almost the best part, rivaling their incredible beauty, the glorious feeling of conquest of new pussies, the knowledge he was knocking them all up, and the knowledge that they would each devote themselves to recruiting more for him.
But this new miracle made part of him uneasy. He didn't believe in magic or telepathy. Could there be a scientific explanation? How exactly did he know these things? How was it communicated? How could he possibly know to strum quickly side to side on Lanying's clit, but go in slow circles around Zhihao's? How had he known to stop and circle that one random spot on Soomin's inner thigh with his tongue, making her come before he even got to her pussy? Or a hundred other odd hunches like that, every one of them quickly proving to be completely right. Far too many to be luck. It was yet another unexplained, probably inexplicable part of this miracle. Whatever it was, it was undeniably real, an incredible sex god superpower, and he was fucking addicted as hell to it. It made him wonder again if he could he ever quit this. Would he really stop after one week of this?
Twenty women before his breakdown, then twelve in the next group right after his dinner break. It would have been thirteen if Soomin hadn't passed out. The other twelve were all now pregnant, six of them with twins. He had knocked five of them up with twins together in one long multi-peaked orgasm. The three stylists, Abigail, and Zhihao. During that long orgasm he had avoided eye contact until the end so the certainty of impregnation of all five of them would hit him all at once. Ten babies. The joy had hit him so hard. That or the epic orgasm, or the combination of the two, had caused him to pass out. He had just barely managed to clear his vision long enough to see their faces as they crowded around looking down at him, overflowing with joy that spilled over and utterly filled him, and then he was out.
That memory was so powerfully sexy, the joy of it still reverberating even now, but it still felt strange, incomplete somehow. What had he forgotten when he passed out? And what was that nightmare he had?
The virus was so relieved that he didn't remember. It had been so lucky that he had passed out when he did last night, both times. Twice he had learned things he shouldn't, and twice his sleep had allowed the virus to fade the memory of the information he had gained like it had been a dream. In that moment when the virus was so overjoyed at Jim making ten babies, it had failed to hide its thoughts from him. Their minds were too intertwined, and those moments of joy made the virus weak. In its happiness it had let slip that all ten of those babies would be boys. Then Jim's mind had seized on this thread and pulled, hard, easily overwhelming its resistance, and learned that all of his babies would be boys. He had been instantly, utterly horrified at the implications. That was the first time he passed out, and it was what his mind was trying to reconstruct now. He might still remember if he dwelled on this topic, so the virus distracted him by sharpening his hunger.
God, breakfast smelled good. He was ravenously hungry, and he could really use some coffee. Jim carefully extricated himself, managing to get up without waking them, put on a bathrobe, and went to the bathroom before going downstairs, all the while still recalling the previous night and counting. The three masseuses. God, what fun they had been, with their oil and their powerful touch, taking control of his body as he luxuriated in relaxing while they moved him. What a weird thrill it had been to not even have to thrust, letting them do the work of moving his body as they fucked him into each other, then into other women. He had told them he needed more masseuses, and they had so eagerly agreed to find him more. God, what a wonderful thought. More sexy masseuses. He wanted so many more.
He had told Chenguang she could be his assistant, staying with him all week, and she had enthusiastically agreed. All three masseuses had helped him with the other women he fucked after them, but Chenguang in particular had loved that task, taking particular delight in using her tongue to get them ready for him. She seemed to especially get off on helping him pop cherries, including seven in a row that made her come so many times, seeming to activate something like the beast mode in her. It was so hot, such a thrill how much Chenguang got off on it, but it got a little frightening, a little too much like his breakdown earlier, so he had made her slow down for the last two of those seven virgins.
As long as they weren't virgins, and as long as he could at least make them each come, going fast was actually a huge thrill. Chenguang delighted in helping make that possible with her talented, tireless tongue preparing them for him. And there were a few other reasons he went fast with the remaining 27 women, only saving a few of his favorites for later. First, he was finally starting to feel tired. Second, if he knocked up several very quickly, the combined joy from realizing they were pregnant at the same time seemed to lead to that extreme sensitivity of his skin for the next few minutes that had made his time with Dandan and Kyung so unbelievably pleasurable.
Third and most importantly, it seemed he could gain information in those moments of extra-intense joy, as if he was ripping thoughts out of a dark hole in the center of his mind that only appeared in those moments. The joy made it weak. It. He was thinking of it as an it now, whatever was behind all this.
He remembered now what he had done when he figured out that joy made it weak. He had weaponized beast mode, gone fast on purpose, and ambushed it, using all of his willpower to command it to tell him something it didn't want him to know, tell him whatever it least wanted to tell him. And he remembered the feeling of triumph right before passing out the second time. He had won. It had let something important slip. What was it? Damnit, he was so hungry. But he forced himself to focus, trying with all his might to remember it, and he did. It was an image of a pear-shaped pink fleshy blob with braided strands connecting its fat end to a nearby surface. He had no idea what it meant, but he knew it was important. He stopped, despite his ravenous hunger, drew a sketch of it and put it in his wallet.
The second time he passed out he hadn't been out for long, and when he came to he had wanted to try going fast again, but there were only seven women left other than Soomin who was still asleep, Dandan and Kyung who were still not fully fertile, and Chan-Juan, the last virgin, who he had decided to save. So he had put on his bathrobe and gone downstairs to recruit more, meeting the remaining six women who had arrived late to the party.
As soon as he had met them and there were no more un-enthralled women in the room, Leizu began leading a meeting about recruiting tactics. He had stayed for a minute to listen. It was so surreal to hear as she detailed his preferences and called on several other women to share their recruiting ideas. She told them they all needed to raise their standards even higher since there would now be so many of them recruiting. And Kai-Ming was passing out flyers, telling them that if they had a recruiting prospect who they weren't sure had a good enough body, they could give her one of these model search flyers and she'd be evaluated at the agency.
He had brought the remaining women upstairs and luxuriated in his conquest of them all, amazed that he was actually going to finish knocking up that whole huge crowd, and that his desire was still so strong, but at that point starting to really feel the exhaustion. He relaxed on the bed as they each rode him in turn briefly, just to try them all before picking five to set aside for after he got that extra sensitivity back, and arranging the other eight in pairs on the edge of the bed, each with one girl on her back with a pillow under her butt to raise her up to the right height for him, and the other kneeling over her, pussies close together, so he could quickly go down the line and knock them all up together. He didn't try to ambush it this time, deciding he was just too exhausted and he'd pass out for the rest of the night if he tried. Instead, he just fell back on the bed and savored the last five conquests riding him through the incredible pleasure of those few minutes of extra sensitivity, knocking four of them up. He saved Caihong to ride him last, through two beautiful orgasms, and he could have finished but instead he just decided to cuddle up with her and sleep, adding her to the other four he was saving for later.
As he drifted off he had heard their joyful cheering from downstairs, after the announcement that he had finished. That whole crowd left bearing his children. That whole fucking huge crowd. Unbelievable.
He had thought the party was over, that the only ones left were the final five he had saved. But in the middle of the night, hours before he woke up with the final five, he woke up and saw Citra and Dongmei hovering over him, smiling, beckoning to him to come. They helped him up, put a bathrobe on him, and led him downstairs. There were a dozen gorgeous women there in the darkened living room, all strangers recruited from dance clubs nearby, all dancing wearing headphones synced to the same music. Citra gave him a pair and he joined them. No names, no words even. Just movement. Increasingly erotic, flirtatious movement as each of them eventually made eye contact with him, gasped, and became his playthings. No names, no words even. Wildly responsive to his increasingly bold caresses. It was true: Citra's magic was a dancer thing. God damn, he couldn't get enough of dancers.
It was so fucking hot. The anticipation of it, the increasingly sexual dancing, but even more so the dancing that continued once the actual sex inevitably started. They all kept their headphones on as he took them all, including Citra and Dongmei, trying them all in many positions, first up against the windows looking out at the vast panorama of city lights thinking of the millions of sleeping pussies out there, knowing any of them could soon be his. Next they took turns riding him as he sat on an armless dining room chair in the middle of the dance floor, driving them wild with his new sex god powers, knowing exactly how to touch them, that impossibly intense feedback loop going higher and higher because he used his new superpower of control to not let himself come, and because there was always another dancer to switch to if one of them was overcome by the pleasure and needed a break. Citra was just as amazing as he remembered. Even more so, now that he could handle it with his new control. She and Dongmei were the only ones he kissed. Bizarrely, it would have felt weird to kiss the others, not even knowing their names.
They eventually were all a little unsteady on their feet so they moved to the couches for an all-out orgy. He made them all come so many times, just glorying in it, delighting in their writhing urgent responsiveness to his every touch and how beautifully their sexy bodies showed their overwhelming pleasure, all perfectly in time to the music. Oh my god, dancers. Fuck, he loved the fuck out of fucking dancers. What a memory, what an incredible mind-blowing scene.
The rest of his life, any time he heard dance club beats or saw a city skyline at night, vivid memories of that after-party would return, shapely silhouetted anonymous outlines sensuously riding him, constant wild gorgeous motion in the dark, absolutely exquisite perfection. It had been the ultimate test of his godlike powers of control to delay his orgasm, and he had more than passed. He had exulted in how unbelievably long he could hold out against the insane desire and pleasure, driving their frenzied lovemaking on endlessly until finally they were almost begging, exhausted, and he gave in and began to fill each of them with his seed. After he knocked each one up, she returned to dancing, doing so with such perfect beautiful joy. As he alternated between the last three pussies, preparing to fill them all, he was utterly blown away by the power and joy of watching the others dancing around them, knowing these sensuous gorgeous strangers...
