Family system

The sun had already risen, casting a golden hue over the cult's expansive grounds. The morning air was crisp and fresh, filled with the sound of sparring, training, and chanting prayers as the women of the cult began their daily routines.

Jack sat on a high balcony overlooking the courtyard, dressed in a loose tunic and dark trousers, a satisfied smirk on his face. He was watching the cult's progress once more, though his mind lingered on last night.

Selene.

The thought of her brought a knowing smile to his lips.

Jack stretched lazily before standing up, rolling his shoulders as he turned to Ela, who had just arrived, dressed in her usual elegant yet teasing attire.

Ela smirked. "You look pleased with yourself, Master."

Jack chuckled. "I always do, don't I?"

She narrowed her eyes playfully. "More than usual. I take it your night was… eventful?"

Jack tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Let's just say Selene won't be thinking about anything else for a while."

Ela sighed, placing a hand on her hip. "You always have someone attending to your needs. Why is it like this?"

Jack laughed. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Ela rolled her eyes but smiled. "I suppose not. But enough about that—what's next on the agenda?"

Jack exhaled and glanced down at the cult members below, training harder than ever. He saw that the cult had made significant progress in the past weeks.

Most members had reached Rank 5, proving their training was effective.

Some had excelled even further, reaching Rank 6, which was impressive by mortal standards.

A few still lagged at Rank 4, but even they showed promise.

Jack was pleased. Their strength was growing. Their loyalty was unwavering.

But he wasn't satisfied yet.

His influence was spreading, but there were greater things on the horizon.

He glanced back at Ela. "We're heading to the main hall. I want to check in on the latest reports about our expansion and resource management and see if we need to adjust anything."

Ela nodded. "Understood, Master. I'll have the reports ready for you when we arrive."

Jack cracked his neck and smirked. "Then, let's not waste any time."

With that, he and Ela began walking towards the main hall,

Jack and Ela walked side by side through the cult's grand halls, their footsteps echoing across the polished stone floors. The intricate carvings on the pillars depicted scenes of worship, pleasure, and devotion, each telling a story of the cult's rapid rise in power.

As they approached the main hall, a pair of priestesses stood at attention, their eyes filled with reverence and desire. They wore the cult's ceremonial robes, designed not only for aesthetic appeal but also to accentuate every curve and soft line of their well-trained bodies.

One of them, a blonde with deep green eyes, stepped forward, her generous chest rising and falling with every breath. She respectfully bowed.

"Master," she spoke in a sweet, honeyed voice, "the council is waiting inside. Everything is prepared for your arrival."

Jack's eyes flickered over her for a moment before nodding. "Good work."

The blonde priestess blushed, her thighs pressing together subtly as if even a few words of praise from him sent waves of pleasure through her.

Ela rolled her eyes, though she was smirking. "Come on, Master, don't get distracted already. We have important things to discuss."

Jack chuckled but didn't argue, striding through the grand doors of the main hall.

The hall was massive, built to reflect the cult's dominance and power. A long obsidian table sat in the center, surrounded by the organization's highest-ranking members—priestesses, strategists, commanders, and trade overseers.

As Jack entered, all eyes turned toward him, every woman's gaze filled with devotion, admiration, and a spark of hunger. Even the more battle-hardened among them couldn't help how their bodies tensed in his presence.

Ela took her seat beside him, crossing her legs gracefully. Jack leaned back in his chair, exuding effortless dominance as he addressed the room.

"Let's get to it. Our influence on this world is absolute. The cult has spread across every nation, every city, every continent. Our strength is unmatched, and the faith of our followers has never been stronger. But—" he paused, his eyes gleaming, "—we have nowhere to expand."

With piercing golden eyes and hips made for sin, a raven-haired commander leaned forward, her fingers tapping the table. "You're talking about moving beyond our world, aren't you, Master?" Her voice was a seductive purr, though laced with sharp intelligence.

Jack smirked. "Exactly."

A priestess with soft lavender hair, her ample figure barely contained by her robes, spoke up next. "Master, do you mean the new world where Kael and the rebels just overthrew the Arbiters?"

"That's the one," Jack confirmed. He tapped a finger on the table, and a glowing projection of the newly liberated world appeared. "Kael and his people fought hard for their victory, and now they have an entire civilization to rebuild. It's the perfect opportunity for us."

Another strategist, a redhead with a sharp jawline and an equally sharp bust, adjusted her glasses before speaking. "From the reports we've received, the world was ruled by a strict, oppressive order. With the Arbiters gone, the people will need guidance—a new belief system."

Ela nodded, her voice cool and composed. "And that's where we come in. If we establish a strong foothold there, we won't just be expanding our influence—we'll integrate ourselves into the foundation of their new society."

Jack's smirk widened. "Exactly. If we move now, we become the future of that world."

The women at the table exchanged glances, excitement flashing through their eyes. They knew what this meant—more influence, power, and devotion to their Master.

A tanned warrior with toned thighs and a dangerously seductive smirk leaned back in her chair, arms crossed beneath her impressive chest. "And what of Kael? He and his rebels will have their plans for rebuilding."

Jack chuckled. "Kael is strong-willed, but he's also pragmatic. If we offer resources, protection, and infrastructure, he won't refuse. He doesn't need to worship me—his people will do that for him once they see the benefits we bring."

The room was silent momentarily before a wave of nods and agreement passed through the council.

Jack leaned forward, his presence suffocating in its authority. "I want an expedition force assembled immediately. The best of our builders, strategists, and warriors. We're not just setting up a presence in this world-building an empire stretching beyond this one."

The room buzzed with energy. The priestesses and commanders exchanged excited glances, already forming plans.

A silver-haired woman, with full lips and curves sculpted by the gods themselves, bowed her head. "As you command, Master. We will make the necessary preparations immediately."

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Jack exhaled, pleased. This was the next step—the next conquest.

Ela smirked, sensing his satisfaction. "Well, Master, it looks like you'll have a whole new world to 'bless' soon enough."

Jack's grin was predatory.

"Oh, you have no idea."

With the expedition underway, Jack stood from his seat and walked past the long table as the women of his cult looked at him with barely restrained hunger.

The next few days would be crucial—gathering the right forces, organizing supplies, and making the first contact with Kael's new regime—but Jack was more than ready.

As he walked, a blonde priestess with legs that could drive a man insane approached him, bowing low—perhaps too low, given how her cleavage pressed together.

"Master," she purred, "would you like a personal escort to your quarters?"

Jack smirked, glancing at Ela, who simply rolled her eyes with an amused sigh.

"Tempting," he murmured, brushing a hand against the blonde's cheek. "But I have business to attend to."

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"As you wish, Master."

Jack walked away, Ela following at his side.

"We're making history here, Ela."

Ela chuckled. "As if you'd settle for anything less."

Jack's smirk deepened.

Damn right.

Jack spent the rest of the day overseeing the final preparations for their expansion. Reports came in from all over—construction teams gathering materials, elite warriors preparing to serve as escorts and diplomatic plans being drafted for their introduction to the newly liberated world.

Each department within the cult operated with precision, and Jack was confident while reviewing everything with a critical eye. They were ready.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the air in the cult's main halls had shifted—a subtle change, but one Jack noticed immediately.

A knowing smirk curled on his lips as he felt the weight of many expectant gazes trailing him. They had been waiting.

Jack returned to his chambers, a giant space designed for comfort and indulgence. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, soft silks draped over the massive bed, and warm, dim lighting casting shadows across the room.

He didn't have to wait long.

The door opened without hesitation.

One by one, the women from the main hall entered—priestesses, commanders, strategists, warriors—all stunning in their own right, each carrying the same unspoken desire.

Ela was first, of course. She carried herself with her usual elegance, but her sly smirk betrayed the heat behind her composed demeanor.

The raven-haired commander followed, her golden eyes flickering with something almost predatory.

The lavender-haired priestess, whose robes always seemed to struggle against the sheer volume of her assets, took a slow step inside, her gaze shy yet filled with anticipation.

The red-haired strategist, the tanned warrior, the silver-haired priestess with lips that begged to be kissed—all drawn together by one undeniable force.

Jack leaned against the edge of his bed, watching them. His dominant presence filled the space, and they waited for his command even though he hadn't spoken a single word.

Ela, ever bold, took the first step closer.

"Master," she purred, tilting her head. "We had a long day. Wouldn't you say we deserve a… reward?"

Jack chuckled, looking around at the gathering of beautiful, eager women surrounding him.

A night like this had been inevitable.

And he had no intention of disappointing them.

The night was filled with warmth, passion, and pleasure. Laughter mixed with gasps of delight and teasing turned to tension, and Jack ensured that each and every one of them knew exactly what it meant to belong to him.

The silken sheets tangled as the night stretched on, the scent of satisfaction lingered, and exhaustion finally caught up to them.

Jack lay at the center, surrounded by soft, satisfied bodies. Each woman curled against him as if he were the only thing grounding them in the world.

And in that moment, with his devoted priestesses wrapped around him, Jack knew one thing for certain—

This was only the beginning.