The apocalypse is coming, but thankfully I have a harem of paper dolls.

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Unlike the other girls, who spoke fluently and almost without thinking.

"Ah, is that so?" Zhou Meiling sighed upon hearing this. She had a good chance to last a few more rounds, or even win.

"Oh, by the way, so everyone's word cards are..."

“He’s my boyfriend,” Luo Jiajun answered Zhou Meiling on behalf of the others.

Zhou Meiling said "Oh" and nodded.

The next second, her eyes widened suddenly, her gaze shifting back and forth between Luo Jiajun and all the women present...

If she remembered correctly, during the second round of speeches, when everyone was describing the word "boyfriend," they specifically pointed to Luo Jiajun, right?

Doesn't this mean...

"Ahem." Luo Jiajun saw Zhou Meiling's sudden change in expression and knew that this clever girl had guessed a lot of things from the clues, but he still shamelessly said to Zhou Meiling, "You actually played quite well just now. It's obvious that you had roughly guessed the word 'boyfriend,' but unfortunately you still gave yourself away."

"Hmm..." Zhou Meiling lowered her head again, becoming shy.

She's a little unsure how to face Luo Jiajun right now.

The good impression she had of Luo Jiajun was also shaken, and seemed on the verge of collapsing.

So how should she view Luo Jiajun?

A scumbag... or so?

Thinking of this, Zhou Meiling recalled some things that Achina had said to her alone before. Although Achina hadn't explicitly stated some things, she had previously told her meaningfully that everyone in the team had received kindness from Luo Jiajun and was willing to repay him in any way.

Now it seems that this is how everyone in this group of one man and multiple women repays Luo Jiajun...

Everyone offered themselves to him!?

Thinking of this, Zhou Meiling's heart began to pound wildly, as if she had entered a wolf's den.

So when Luo Jiajun was about to call everyone to start the second game, she didn't hesitate to use the excuse of needing to go to the toilet to avoid it, and even emphasized that it might take a while, so that everyone didn't have to wait for her.

After Zhou Meiling fled in panic.

Having also noticed something amiss, Achina came to Luo Jiajun's side and teased him:

"Look how scared you've made that little girl. Tsk, that's why sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing. That little girl is just too clever. She looks like a well-behaved girl. If she were a little dull, we could all keep playing together."

Luo Jiajun waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, this way we can go even further!"

Well, it’s decided.

The second set of flashcards contained five cards for "foot" and one undercover card for "washing feet"!

Of course, the purpose of posing this question is also to give a subtle hint to all the wives present.

What Luo Jiajun wanted was more than just entertainment.

After all, he can have a lot of fun later tonight!

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Zhou Meiling's hasty departure was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up the atmosphere of the "Who is the Spy" game led by Luo Jiajun.

After the "Overwatch" figure disappeared, the previously restrained game's tone suddenly became ambiguous, and the pace of the game quietly accelerated.

The reason for this is naturally inseparable from Luo Jiajun's "funny person" mentality of fearing that the world is not chaotic enough - the topics he carefully selected that carried obvious hints and walked on the edge of censorship were the sparks that ignited this change in atmosphere.

However, the outcome and the process of the game quickly lost their meaning.

When those gazes—whether aloof, alluring, holy, or icy—converged and flickered amidst the words Luo Jiajun deliberately guided, an unspoken understanding quietly arose—every woman present, to a greater or lesser extent, discerned the invitation to the night that Luo Jiajun truly wanted to convey through this game.

As night fell.

Except for Delaire, who was temporarily "exiled" for being "reckless" and could only accompany Zhou Meiling, the other women—Achina, Akiyama Rinko, Jera, 2B, Leda, and Shiranui Mai—all understood and followed Luo Jiajun's footsteps into a specially modified room in the mall.

At the heart of the room was a colossal, super-round bed, large enough to comfortably accommodate eight or nine people, silently proclaiming its special significance. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

As soon as Luo Jiajun entered the room, he was filled with a sense of laziness and impatience, and he threw himself into the center of the soft and intoxicating bed.

He rolled over, lay on his back, and glanced at the several beautiful figures filing in. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he muttered, "Tsk, it seems tonight is destined to be another sleepless night."

His gaze, filled with undisguised admiration and possessiveness, slowly swept over the women surrounding the bed.

Achina, as always, wore her signature white silk gown, elegant and unique.

The other five—Rinko Akiyama, Zyra, 2B, Leda, and Mai Shiranui—were all dressed in well-fitting maid outfits.

Beneath the short, slender skirts of the maid outfits, pairs of jade-like legs were encased in various kinds of stockings.

Luo Jiajun languidly sank into the center of the round bed, his gaze greedily capturing every graceful curve. What attracted his attention most were undoubtedly those pairs of legs, outlined perfectly by various colored stockings, exuding a fatal allure.

His gaze first fell on Rinko Akiyama, a girl who worked as both a swordsman and an anti-demon ninja. She had a tall and straight figure, and even in a maid outfit, she could not hide her restrained heroic spirit.

Her legs were straight and long, with perfect proportions. From her rounded, firm thighs to her slender, flowing calves, the lines were seamless, without the slightest excess. Those jade-like legs were tightly encased in pure black velvet pantyhose. The pantyhose, as delicate as a second skin, perfectly conformed to every inch of her taut leg muscles. The toes of the pantyhose were slightly taut, subtly revealing the outline of her toes, adding a touch of understated sensuality.

Seemingly sensing Luo Jiajun's burning gaze, Akiyama Rinko subconsciously brought her legs together slightly, making the lines of her legs, encased in black stockings, appear even more taut.

Right next to Rinko was Mai Shiranui, whose legs were also covered in black stockings beneath her maid-style short skirt.

Unlike Rinko's cool and reserved demeanor, Himai's legs were full of energy and astonishing elasticity. Her legs were more voluptuous, with powerful thighs and sleek, explosive calves—the marks of years of combat training. The black stockings covering her, though pantyhose, seemed to be made of a more elastic material, tightly hugging her powerful leg muscles and outlining a breathtakingly sexy curve. Under the light, the stockings reflected an extremely subtle, healthy-skin-like sheen.

As Huo Wu unconsciously swayed her hips, her thighs trembled slightly beneath her stockings, as if silently proclaiming their amazing elasticity and warmth. Although the waistline of the stockings was concealed by the maid's skirt, the edge digging into her thighs was still faintly visible, sparking the imagination.

Luo Jiajun's gaze shifted to Leda. Even in her maid outfit, the female knight possessed a dignified and unapproachable air of purity, a stark contrast to her current attire, creating a powerful allure. Her legs were shapely and long, possessing a classical sculptural grace, and her skin was almost translucent white under the light. Most captivating were the pure white suspender stockings on her legs.

The stockings are made of white silk with delicate lace trim, as light and thin as a cicada's wing, revealing the underlying skin tone while cleverly concealing details, creating a hazy, innocent sensuality.

White spaghetti straps extended from beneath her skirt, tightly binding the base of her snow-white, plump thighs, leaving a shallow, fleshy mark. The lace trim of the straps contrasted sharply with the skin of her thighs, and that pure white appeared exceptionally innocent yet alluring under the warm lighting, like a fallen angel, carrying a forbidden temptation.

In stark contrast to Leda's pure white attire was 2B's signature cool and sexy style. As an android, her proportions were so perfect they seemed meticulously calculated, her legs long and straight beyond compare, every inch of them flawless. She wore black suspender stockings. The black stockings had a subtle matte finish, clinging tightly to her flawless legs.

Starting below her rounded, firm buttocks, two slender yet strong black straps connected the tops of the stockings, firmly securing them to the base of Yoriha's equally perfect thighs. The straps dug deep into her elastic artificial skin, leaving clear marks that created a striking visual contrast with the cold black stockings and her fair skin. The edges of the stockings were trimmed with delicate lace, clinging to the curves of her thighs. With each slight adjustment of her posture, the straps tightened slightly, revealing the sensual allure of her leg lines.

Finally, Luo Jiajun's gaze, tinged with amusement, landed on Jiela. At that moment, this enchanting woman's pair of primal allure were encased in glossy, dark gray stockings. The stockings were made of superior material, their surface appearing as if coated with a thin layer of oil, shimmering wetly and sparkling under the light, as if just pulled from water or soaked in a thin layer of sweat.

The glossy gray stockings clung tightly to her voluptuous legs, faithfully magnifying and showcasing every undulating curve. Her thighs, encased in the shimmering stockings, seemed so supple they could burst with moisture at the slightest touch. The sheer fabric of the stockings was just right; against the deep gray background, the skin was subtly revealed, and the glossy sheen exuded an undeniable, breathtaking sensuality. Jera seemed to relish this gaze, deliberately bending one leg slightly, toes barely touching the ground. The voluptuous flesh beneath the glossy gray stockings instantly taut, its sheen flowing like the finest silk wrapping the sweetest fruit.

Luo Jiajun's gaze lingered among several pairs of stockings, from Rinko and Huowu's black stockings that combined strength and sexiness, to Leda's white suspender stockings that intertwined purity and allure, to 2B's black suspender stockings that collided with coldness and heat, and finally settled on Zyra's shiny, flowing gray stockings.

These different styles of stockings perfectly match their individual temperaments, amplifying the most beautiful features of their legs.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise steadily as Luo Jiajun's gaze swept across the room, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air almost solidified into a tangible reality.

Lean less.

Luo Jiajun's Adam's apple bobbed silently. When he spoke again, his voice was tinged with a barely perceptible low hoarseness and heat, breaking the breathless silence: "Cough... I've been busy all day, and I'm a little tired. It would be nice if someone could give me a massage."

He spoke casually, but his gaze seemed to carry a tangible warmth as it slowly swept over the pairs of jade feet encased in stockings, each with a different shape, by the bedside, finally lingering meaningfully on the slightly curled or straightened toes.

Who says you have to use your hands to give a massage?

Then replace the essential oil with a lubricant that reflects light and makes the stockings even more alluring when soaked...

And the place to press isn't necessarily the shoulders or neck and back.

Jie Jie...

Jie Jie Jie Jie!

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The night is long.

Inside the shopping mall, the low hum of the generator was the only background noise in the silent night.

Inside the meticulously renovated room, lights poured down, enveloping the huge round bed in an ambiguous halo.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of incense, mixed with the subtle fragrance of the woman's body.

In the center of the large round bed.

Luo Jiajun had already taken off his clothes and was lying lazily on his back. His strong body was fully stretched out on the bed, and the lines of every muscle were clearly visible in the soft light, full of power and masculine charm.

Since this room was originally converted for group activities, a large number of... props had already been prepared in a cabinet in the corner of the room.

For example, lubricant or something like that.

Achina, a voluptuous and powerful woman, wore a slightly mocking smile that suggested she was in complete control. Without hesitation, she squeezed out large amounts of the clear, viscous liquid, which shimmered under the light, after finding the tubes of glistening lubricant.

A cool, slippery sensation instantly filled her palms. She first applied a large amount of lubricant to Luo Jiajun's enormous, incredibly hot penis. The instant contact between the cool and the hot caused Luo Jiajun's waist and abdomen to tense up, and he couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan.

Then, Archina turned around and generously applied the remaining lubricant, which she had squeezed out even more of, to the pairs of stockings tightly wrapped around the five "maids" at the foot of the bed.

The cool, viscous liquid came into contact with the surface of the stockings and quickly spread, giving the stockings a translucent sheen as if they had been soaked in water. It clung tightly to the curves of the plump or slender legs below, exuding an even more lethal allure.

The distinctive, slightly sweet chemical smell of the lubricant also subtly permeated the air in the room.

After doing all this, Archina herself lightly climbed onto the huge round bed, like a lazy yet dangerous female leopard, and moved closer to Luo Jiajun's side.

Her voluptuous, soft body, radiating an astonishing heat and elasticity, pressed tightly against Luo Jiajun's bare arms and chest. She lowered her head, her red lips slightly parted, conveying an undeniable force and a subtle, almost imperceptible desire, as she directly demanded a kiss from Luo Jiajun.

"Um……"

Luo Jiajun's response was almost instinctive; his lips were captured by Achina's soft lips.

"Hmm..."

Their lips and tongues entwined, quickly becoming intense and deep. Achina's kissing skills were adept and aggressive; her tongue deftly explored, teased, and sucked, producing wet, tantalizing sucking sounds.

Her breathing became rapid, and her warm breath brushed against Luo Jiajun's cheek.

At the same time, her hands were also restless. One hand roamed over Luo Jiajun's firm, undulating chest, feeling the vibrant heartbeat and muscle tension; while the other hand, with its thumb and forefinger, playfully found the sensitive nipple on Luo Jiajun's chest, gently pinching and kneading it with a playful, precise force.

The subtle, electric-like stimulation spread out in waves, traveling along the nerve endings to the spine, causing Luo Jiajun to let out a satisfied, low groan, his body involuntarily arching slightly, seeking more contact.

However, this was merely an "appetizer" for the upper body.

Almost simultaneously, an even stronger, more intense, and more insane stimulation began to come from all directions, like surging waves crashing against Luo Jiajun's taut nerves.

At this moment, at the foot of the bed, five beauties dressed in maid outfits with their legs encased in different styles of stockings—Akiyama Rinko, Zyra, 2B, Leda, and Shiranui Mai—were sitting side by side, their hands supporting them on the bed.

They leaned back slightly, each extending their silk-stockinged feet, coated with glistening lubricant, toward the already erect, veiny, and gleaming dragon.

Rinko Akiyama's pantyhose gleamed with a delicate, matte sheen under the light, like a second layer of skin.

Her movements were somewhat restrained, tinged with girlish shyness.

She first used her toes, which were tightly wrapped in black silk and whose outlines were faintly visible, to carefully and tentatively touch the hot shaft of the dragon.

The cool, silky touch made Luo Jiajun's waist and abdomen tighten involuntarily.

Immediately, Rinko tensed her arches and used the softest part of her soles to slowly push upwards along the shaft, her movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable force. The black stockings rubbed against her skin, like the finest silk caressing her, bringing a restrained yet lasting stimulation. Her toes curled slightly beneath the stockings, occasionally unconsciously scraping against the sensitive edge of the coronal sulcus, causing Luo Jiajun to tremble slightly.

Mai Shiranui, on the other hand, is completely different. Her thin, elastic black stockings perfectly accentuate the amazing elasticity and power of her voluptuous legs. Her movements are bold and rhythmic, full of a fighter's energy and desire for control.

The female ninja used her entire warm, fleshy sole to cover the dragon head heavily, and then, like kneading dough, she applied just the right amount of pressure with the sole of her foot, grinding and squeezing it in circles.

The elastic black stockings, soaked in lubricant, became exceptionally smooth and enveloping to the touch, each press feeling as if the dragon head were being kneaded into the soles of her feet. Her plump thighs trembled slightly beneath the black stockings with each movement, radiating a burning vitality.

Leda's pure white lace stockings, now soaked in lubricant, presented a semi-transparent, wet, and alluring appearance.

The female knight's movements carried a strange sense of contrast—a desire to remain calm, yet an inability to resist the trembling brought on by the command. Her toes, wrapped in thin white silk, trembled almost imperceptibly as they precisely probed towards the dragon's most sensitive area, the coronal sulcus.

Her toes were long and slender, and the color showing through her white silk stockings was now being gently scratched with the side of her toes, with an extremely gentle, feather-like ticklish sensation. Each scratch felt like an electric current striking her spine, causing Luo Jiajun's breathing to suddenly become heavy.

The white lace camisole around her snow-white thighs tightened slightly with the movement of her toes, deepening the marks and creating a striking contrast between the pure white and her thighs.

Her 2B matte black camisole stockings hugged her perfectly proportioned, flawless long legs. Her movements were calm and precise, like executing programmed instructions.

As she lifted her jade-like foot, encased in black silk, the arch of her foot sculpted a beautiful curve, and with the softest, most elastic part of the innermost arch, she firmly and powerfully pressed against the base of the dragon. Then, she began to move at a constant and efficient frequency.

The matte black stockings mixed with lubricant created a unique, cool, slippery yet tightly fitting sensation, precisely covering the area of ​​the shaft most in need of stimulation with each stroke. The black suspenders at the base of her thighs sank deep into her snow-white skin, rising and falling steadily with each movement, creating a powerful contrast between the cold sensuality and the efficient "service." Her gaze was calm, as if she were performing an ordinary task, yet it added an extra layer of forbidden allure.

Jera, the "Garden Fairy," brought out the full allure of her glossy, dark gray stockings. The lubricant seemed to be a catalyst tailor-made for her gray stockings, making the already shiny surface even more lustrous, reflecting a luscious sheen under the light, tightly wrapping around her plump, seemingly supple legs.

The enchantress's movements were primal and provocative. She used her entire sole, with its fleshy texture and the slickness of her glossy stockings, to vigorously rub and squeeze, as if trying to knead the burning heat into her very core. The glossy grey stockings made a clear, tantalizing "gurgling" sound as they rubbed together. She would even use her curled toes, through the soaked, glossy grey stockings, to pinch and pull at certain sensitive areas, bringing waves of almost brutal pleasure.

As she made these movements, her plump legs undulated beneath the glossy gray stockings, their sheen flowing like ripe fruit, exuding a breathtaking aura.

Five pairs of jade feet encased in different stockings, like five vibrant musical instruments, played a symphony of desire beneath Luo Jiajun. Sometimes they gently probed (Rinko), sometimes they ground heavily (Fire Dance), sometimes they scratched precisely (Leida), sometimes they were efficient (2b), and sometimes they rubbed wildly (Jera).

The lubricant flowed between the stockings and the skin, making various sticky sounds that made people blush and their hearts race, and the air was filled with an aphrodisiac sweet scent that was a mixture of essential oils and the woman's body fragrance.

They weren't fighting individually, but rather forming a wonderful, tacit understanding. (The following lines are a series of seemingly unrelated phrases and sentences, likely from a different source, and don't form coherent sentences.)

When Shiranui rubs the dragon head heavily with the soles of her feet, Rinko's arches will push the shaft upwards in perfect harmony; when Leta's toes create a deadly itch at the coronal sulcus, 2B's arches will steadily provide basic frictional stimulation; and when Zyra rubs wildly with her glossy gray silk soles, the other pairs of jade feet will simultaneously slow down or change position to avoid interfering with this most intense stimulation point, or instead gently rub the backs and sides of their feet against Luo Jiajun's taut lower abdomen and inner thighs, bringing a comprehensive sensory bombardment.