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The penthouse was huge, spanning the whole northern half of the top two floors of the hotel, with spectacular city skyline views on three sides, a large gourmet kitchen that flowed into spacious dining and living areas on the lower floor, and an interior stairway leading up to three bedrooms and an office upstairs. It was festooned with baby shower decorations including a large pink and blue banner that read "It's a... Bunch!"

All eyes were on him as he entered, all those beautiful faces showing a mix of concern, confusion, and desire. His eyes swept the room, scanning for new faces, the muscles around his eyes twitching madly, and wherever he looked a collective gasp went up from all the new recruits, followed by a joyous cheer from the others. That miracle moment of first eye contact was always so special, so intense every time. His accountant brain delighted in tallying them up. To claim 13 new women all at once was insanely, overwhelmingly sexy, electrifying his whole being and seeming to happen in extreme slow motion. His brain somehow captured the moment in vivid detail, remembering each face in that initial moment of reaction to him as it spread in a wave across the crowd. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

He gazed over the crowd again, much slower this time, reveling in the effect his gaze had on each of them and on himself. He could have any of them. No, he would have all of them. The three rich wives from the street corner were near the front. They gasped and squirmed as he openly ogled their bodies. Chyou was nearby, surrounded by a group of seven new faces, all college soccer girls, all gorgeous, all panting and staring at him. Three looked Chinese, one Korean, one Japanese, and the other two southeast Asian. He ogled each of their delectable lithe bodies and enjoyed how they each squirmed and shuddered in response. He knew they were all getting so wet. So much arousal, so much eagerness, so much fertility. All for him.

There was Daiyu, the angelic sweetheart stylist whose heavenly wet pussy his tip had already touched and been about to penetrate before Kai-Ming interrupted them. When their eyes met, he knew she was thinking of that same moment as she pressed her hips subtly toward him, her eyes half closing, her body shuddering, just radiating unbelievably urgent lust. There were Aimi and Rei, the two tall young professionals he'd walked behind after lunch, now gasping in excitement as he ogled their gorgeous bodies in their skimpy cocktail dresses. There was Yulia whispering to three new recruits she had brought as they stared at him. They were very fit, beautiful Chinese women in their late 20s or early 30s. He noticed their strong, toned arms and wondered what kind of athletes they were. Seconds ago they had been overwhelmed with sudden attraction to him, and they were now learning from Yulia's whispers that they would bear his children, along with all the other women in this room. Dongmei was whispering to her three new recruits, three sweet-faced slender mid-20s Chinese girls, also not models, also just now learning that the overwhelming desire they suddenly felt would soon be satisfied, that the driving, undeniable purpose they had just begun to feel would soon be fulfilled.

It was mind-bogglingly hot. The intensity of his desire for each of them, multiplied by the ridiculous number of them. There were nineteen brand new thralls at the party now, including the five he had claimed in one glance from the helicopter and Mei's new best friend Aihan. And thirty-three others he had enthralled earlier in the day were all here. Not including the two bartenders who were probably still back at the harbor, that made fifty-two.

Fifty-two new pussies wet for him, craving him, aching for him, and fertile for him, right here in this room. A full deck. Words utterly fail. Think of it the next time you hold a full deck of cards in your hand. Imagine the most you've ever wanted a woman, combined with the most you've ever been certain she wanted to give herself to you, and then imagine feeling that way about as many women as the cards in that full deck, all at once. It was so insane. They had all been strangers before today. His desire for each one was so intense. They were each so gorgeous, so irresistible, so perfect for him, and so wet, eager, aching to give their delectable bodies to him, shuddering and gasping in response to his gaze as if it was a caress. And every one of them was hyper-fertile, he just knew it. Fifty two wombs as ready as they could be to receive his seed, each one wild with hunger to bear his children, ready to explode with overwhelming contagious joy when she

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