John Smith

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  • Chapter 199 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith The atmosphere within the conference room was heavy when Kaze asked for a status report on the families within Lainwright Military Base. It was a heavy topic that would impact over three thousand Immortals and ex-special forces soldiers, as their families were the topic of discussion. Riley swallowed nervously, taking a sharp breath before answering confidently. "My team handled the relocation of Immortal Skye's people. We transferred 3,491 men, women, and children to Lainwright. I've been told you're…
  • Chapter 198 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Riley and her five soldiers panned the campus in disbelief. They were living out the rapture in Lainwright Military Base after nearly a month of starvation and suffering. Happy soldiers were now cut out of stone, broken husks that only knew how to survive. Yet, at Immortal Skye, hundreds of people casually chatted, grilled food, and splashed around a lake as if it were a summer holiday. While people outside killed others for food, Immortals grilled a thousand pounds of perishable meats. While people…
  • Chapter 197 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Surely there are things for you to do, right?" Evalyn asked, walking up to the emperor. He sat on a fold-out poolside chair on the patio of the second mansion overlooking Immortal Skye. It was 7 pm, and work operations were over, but plenty of sunlight remained in the summer sky. "Pray tell, Evalyn." Kaze smiled relaxedly, "What exactly is there to do?" "What needs to be done?" The blonde asked, giving him a venom-laced smile dripping with sarcasm, "While I'll admit that I'm not as politically savvy as…
  • Chapter 196 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Will I betray you?" Sage asked in faux shock, "My heavens, I would neverrrrYyaaaahhHHHhhhHHHHHhhhHHh~!" Kaze had many inconsequential questions, but he wasn't joking about that one. So he cranked up the voltage on his divine technique and ran his fingers up her lower thighs and back, sending pleasure shooting through her body. The redhead thrashed around, moaning, twitching, and kicking, trying to stay sane. "It depends!" She cried at full volume, making him reverse his fingers with a greyish aura that…
  • Chapter 195 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Mmmn~" Sage moaned, feeling Kaze's finger move up her thigh, lifting her red cocktail dress. However, she became frustrated when he traced down, removing his hand and embracing her in a hug. "You're a tease." "Do you like it when I tease?" He asked in a mesmeric tone, tracing his fingers up her neck, grabbing the zipper to her dress, and stopping. His action exposed his question's irony, making her shiver in pleasure. "There's a difference between teaser and misleader and disappointed and impatient."…
  • Chapter 194 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Would you like a drink, Emperor?" A beautiful redhead in a red cocktail dress asked, walking across a large room to a full bar, "It would seem like a waste not to use this place." "If that's what you desire." Kaze replied, watching her grab two rock glasses from behind the counter and then look through the bottles on the backlit wall. They were in his after the auction, thousands of feet below the ground. "I do." Sage smiled, reading the labels with glittering eyes, "I've never seen such a collection…
  • Chapter 193 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Next up, we have Rachel Trent, offering light, fetish fulfillment for 10 RP per hour." Kylie announced brightly, welcoming a beautiful brunette to the stage, "That includes stepping on men, foot play—" "60 RP!" A man called out reflexively, suffering from full amygdala hijack. After a second of stunned silence, the ballroom exploded in laughter, and he realized what had happened. "Looks like we already know who's winning priority creep service!" A woman yelled, triggering a wave of laughter. Others…
  • Chapter 192 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Fuck it; I'll give her a go!" A burly bearded soldier laughed, triggering snickering from those around him. "Ah, what the hell, Trent, I will too!" "I'll do it because I'll be the only one that doesn't at this rate." Sixty-six men lined up to get an hour of sexual fulfillment from Mary Remarts, who was only looking for enough RP to get private classes. Now, she couldn't back out by contract and was genuinely afraid. "This is basically a gang bang at this point!" Trent yelled disgustingly, triggering…
  • Chapter 191 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith After blowing a kiss to potential investors, Mackenzie turned around to show off her perfectly sculpted ass in her thong, driving the soldiers crazy. "I can't believe I get to see Mackenzie's ass." "Right? She's royalty." "It's strange.... I'm glad I get to see but I hate to see her hoeing herself out." "Whatever; say that when she's stupid powerful. I wish I had a body to offer." "Hah! What!? You're serious?" "Shhhhhhh! Mackenzie fuckin' Levi is shaking her ass in a thong, and you're debating the…
  • Chapter 190 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith A beautiful woman walked onto the stage with a charming, charismatic smile. She had neck-length brunette hair, slightly curly, with blue eyes and slight dimples. While she didn't want to be the announcer, it was her job to broadcast everything people hated publicizing. "Welcome to the first Underground Bizarre Placement Auction!" Kylie announced boldly, making three hundred people clap in unreserved excitement. While old-wealth aristocrats usually comprised high-end auctions, everyone in the auditorium…
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