John Smith

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  • Chapter 19 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Evalyn awoke to a warm feeling filling her body. She opened her eyes slightly, allowing sunlight and a golden glow to fill her vision. "Kaze…." She asked in a groggy voice. "Who else would you lay next to?" Kaze replied with a charming voice. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his bare body against her skin, remembering how she fell asleep. She immediately sat up but realized that was worse. Far war worse. Evalyn wrapped her hands around her perfectly proportioned c-cup breasts with a face flushed…
  • Chapter 18 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Evalyn stared at him in disbelief. "Kaze, please. Who was I to you?" Kaze turned to her with a slight smile and complex eyes. "Were." He said softly before turning back into his pose, closing his eyes, and cultivating. As before, his meridians pulled thousands of grey lines of Qi toward him, but his warping aura twisted the Qi in a beautiful, lonely dance. "I… want the divine-technique." Evalyn said after a period of silence. Kaze opened his eyes and gave her a sidelong glance. "Are you sure? You…
  • Chapter 17 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Did you think of that strategy ahead of time?" Evalyn asked as they left the administration building. As expected, Kaze talked to the president, and Roger Whitfield placed his resignation effective at the end of the month. Now she was stunned in disbelief. "Did I think of that strategy?" Kaze scoffed in disdain, "There were a dozen alternatives far more deserving and effective." "Then why didn't you use them?" She asked quietly. He glanced at her for a moment and then continued walking. "Hell's…
  • Chapter 16 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Evalyn led Kaze to the Lockheed University administration building, which she had just returned from after giving her testimony. He walked into the main room and addressed the secretary. "Hello, miss. My name is Kaze Lexicon." Kaze said with an alluring smile, "I hear Lockheed University wishes to speak to me for the safe-environment lawsuit I'm filing." The secretary blinked twice. She planned to tell Kaze they weren't ready for his testimony yet, but she froze when he said . "P-Please give me a…
  • Chapter 15 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Kaze sat in his Microbiology class at Lockheed University cultivating with his eyes shut. "Mr. Lexicon, can you please not sleep in my class?" Professor Roybock asked in a stern voice. She wore a light charcoal blazer and matching slacks that day, highlighting her professionalism. Her white shirt highlighted her light brown eyes, which desperately tried not to land on his face. "Concern not, Lady Roybock." Kaze said in a hypnotizing voice without opening his eyes, "I'm sifting through your charming…
  • Chapter 14 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Inessa let her chest rise and fall as she stared at his member with a lustful expression. She grabbed the base and hesitantly opened her mouth, allowing herself to play the exploited servant. Once she put it in as far as she could, she closed her mouth slowly. As soon as her tongue touched his member, she felt her body heat up in desire and began. She glided backward and opened her mouth again to roll her tongue around his tip, putting a smile on his face. To the emperor, no mortal could ever please him…
  • Chapter 13 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Phillip Trotsky led his wife and the emperor into a luxurious bedroom on the east wing of his mansion. The room was white and pristine. The message was that he would see the aftermath of the sex session. It made Kaze chuckle as the foolish man was actively inviting trauma. "I'll leave you two to cultivate." The Russian said awkwardly, "Just make sure to keep your word and not take advantage of her." "Don't worry, Mr. Trotsky." Kaze said with a reassuring smile, "Everything we do will directly further…
  • Chapter 12 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith "Goodbye, you lovely ladies." Kaze said to Marilyn, Lisa, and Rell, the three women on the private sky cruiser. "Goodbye!" Marilyn said with a flushed face. "Same. Thank you for the amazing experience." Lisa said with a bow. "It was magical. Safe travels!" Rell said with a bittersweet smile. All three had trouble standing and were all sad to watch him go. They all felt connected to him, so it felt like a part of them was leaving. "Don't look so letdown." Kaze chuckled, shaking his head, "You act as…
  • Chapter 11 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith Marilyn's back crashed into the wall of the bathroom. "Ahhhh~" She gasped in pleasure as his fingers traced up her body to her neck. Golden light left lingering after-trails up her body, highlighting a pathway up her body's curves. "How are you—" He wrapped his hands around her head and put his mouth against her, pushing his tongue in. The action sent shivering waves rolling through her body. Kaze released his mouth. "You needn't voice your deepest desires. Just let your body do the talking." His…
  • Chapter 10 — Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse Cover
    by John Smith When Kaze arrived at Lamers Park, Jake was waiting at the gazebo. The man lit up when he saw the emperor striding into the area with arrogant grace. "Kaze! Bro, I—" "Status report. The coffee. Ten words or less." Kaze snapped. "Uh… Lavender cappuccino… on time… really… awkward… Evalyn looked… really angry." Jake said nervously while counting on his fingers. "I'll forgive the pause word until we can get you proper speaking lessons." Kaze said dismissively, "But well done; her reaction was…
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