Family system

The first thing Jack became aware of was warmth. Soft, smooth bodies pressed against him from all sides, their heat mingling with his own beneath the silken sheets. The scent of feminine sweetness and the remnants of last night's pleasure still lingered in the air, wrapping around him like a haze.

As his eyes cracked open, he was met with golden sunlight filtering through the large windows of his chamber. The light kissed the women's exposed skin beside him, painting their curves in a soft, golden glow.

Ela was nestled against his right side, her perfectly sculpted body partially across his chest. The deep red of her hair spilled over his shoulder like liquid fire, and her soft lips were curled into a lazy, satisfied smirk, even in sleep.

To his left, the silver-haired priestess sprawled across the pillows, her generous curves barely covered by the sheer fabric of the robe she had hastily thrown on sometime in the night. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the swell of her bosom peeking from the loose neckline.

At the foot of the bed, the tanned warrior stretched, her toned arms flexing, making her ample assets jiggle slightly as she arched her back like a contented feline. Jack couldn't help but smirk as she lazily turned her amber eyes toward him, a mischievous glint flashing in them.

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"You wore us out, Master," she purred, shifting closer and pressing against his legs. "I think I still feel you inside me..."

Jack chuckled, running a slow hand down her toned thigh, making her shiver under his touch.

"You're all insatiable," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

Ela lifted her head slightly, her red hair spilling over her bare shoulders. "Mmm, we're devoted." She placed a soft kiss on his jawline. "It's different."

The women around him stirred at the sound of his voice, stretching like cats basking in the sun. Their sleepy moans only made the morning more intoxicating.

Jack sat up slowly, the sheets falling from his chest, revealing the evidence of last night's passion in the form of delicate nail marks trailing down his torso.

The silver-haired priestess blinked awake and let out a pleased hum, shifting closer to press her pillowy chest against his back, her lips brushing lightly against his shoulder.

"Do we have to get up?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

Jack let his hand wander, tracing the curves of the nearest body, making them all shudder under his touch.

"As much as I'd like to keep you all in bed all day..." he smirked, pulling Ela closer until their noses brushed, "...we have work to do."

Ela pouted, though her fingers traced light circles against his abs. "Cruel, Master. You bring us to heaven only to throw us back into duty."

The tanned warrior sat up, stretching again, her sculpted waist and wide hips on full display before she grabbed a robe and tied it lazily around herself.

"Work now," she mused, smirking at Jack. "But will we get another night like this soon?"

Jack grinned, eyes dark with promise. "That depends... Are you going to be good?"

The women exchanged knowing, eager glances before they began slowly slipping out of bed, their robes hanging loose off their shoulders, leaving just enough bare skin to tease him.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply, watching them move with the satisfaction of a man who had spent his night well.

"Alright, ladies," he finally said, standing. "Let's get to work."

As the women stretched and rose from the bed, Jack leaned back against the headboard, arms folded behind his head, taking in the sight before him.

The morning light illuminated their perfectly sculpted bodies, bare skin still marked with the remnants of last night's passion. They moved lazily, sensually, each aware of his gaze but feigning innocence as they dressed for the day.

Ela was the first to stand, her fiery red hair cascading down her back as she reached for the silk robe draped over the nearby chair. Her long legs were smooth and toned, her wide hips swaying slightly as she moved. She didn't rush—no, she took her time, rolling her shoulders back, giving Jack the perfect view of her curves before slipping the robe over her arms.

The silver-haired priestess, stretched across the pillows, finally stirred. She sat up, the thin sheet slipping off her shoulders, exposing the flawless swell of her chest before she gracefully slid out of bed. She retrieved her tight-fitting black uniform, a staple of her position in the cult, but she didn't put it on immediately. Instead, she turned toward Jack, smirking as she slowly tied her long silver locks into a high ponytail, her toned stomach flexing with the movement.

Jack's gaze flicked to the tanned warrior as she sauntered toward the dresser. Her golden skin was still glistening slightly, evidence of their earlier activities, and as she bent forward to pick up her clothes, her thick thighs and round rear were impossible to ignore. She caught his stare in the mirror's reflection and smirked.@@novelbin@@

"See something you like, Master?" she teased, sliding her arms through the sleeves of her outfit, leaving the front undone just a little longer than necessary.

Jack chuckled, running his tongue over his teeth. "I see a lot of things I like."

The women all shared a knowing glance before finally dressing properly. Their tight uniforms hugged their curves perfectly, accentuating their figures rather than concealing them. Jack had designed their outfits himself, after all—he appreciated aesthetics.

Ela approached, tying the last knot on her sash, her chest pressing against his arm as she leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Enjoying the show, Master?" she whispered, voice sultry.

Jack smirked, gripping her waist and pulling her onto his lap for a brief moment. His lips brush against her ear."Always."

With one last teasing press of her body against his, Ela slid off his lap and straightened her uniform.

"Time to get to work," she said, satisfied with their effect on him.

Jack finally stood, stretching, his muscles flexing as he grabbed his clothes. "Let's get moving. We've got an expansion to plan."

And with that, they left the chamber, ready to face the day—though not without leaving Jack with a few lingering thoughts of their morning display.

With their bodies dressed and their minds focused, Jack and his devoted followers made their way toward the heart of the cult's administrative wing, where all logistical matters were handled. Their movements were smooth yet deliberate, their presence commanding. As they walked through the lavishly built halls, the women's uniforms hugged their figures perfectly, accentuating their long legs, narrow waists, and full curves as they strode confidently.

The corridor leading to the main office chamber was bustling with activity. Priestesses, attendants, and higher-ranking followers moved with purpose, carrying reports and discussing strategies. Despite the divine protection the cult enjoyed, moving an operation of this scale across universes was no small feat.

Jack's office was on the topmost floor of the main keep, a grand space with walls lined with maps, magical schematics, and intricate plans detailing their upcoming expansion. When they arrived, two waiting priestesses opened the double doors immediately, their eyes gleaming with reverence as Jack and his entourage entered.

Inside, a massive dark wood table stretched across the room, and holographic projections displayed the layout of the conquered city from Kael's rebellion—a city now ready to become their foothold in the new universe.

Jack sat at the head of the table, lounging back as his priestesses took their places around him.

"Let's get started," he said, his tone sharp and focused.

A priestess with emerald green eyes and cascading dark curls stepped forward—one of the lead strategists overseeing logistics. Her uniform was tight around her ample curves, her chest rising and falling with each measured breath as she placed a scroll in front of Jack.

"We've completed the first phase of preparation," she reported, her voice smooth yet authoritative. "Resources have been categorized into three main divisions: construction materials, manpower, and magical artifacts. The first shipment can be ready for transfer in three days."

Another woman spoke up next with platinum blonde hair and a figure that made the uniform look nearly indecent. "Our engineers and architects are already finalizing the layout of our first settlements. We must establish a core base near the city's power center to control its energy flow properly."

Jack tapped his fingers on the table, his golden eyes surveying the projections.

"And the workforce?" he asked.

A fiery-haired beauty with piercing amber eyes, dressed in a slightly modified uniform to accommodate her combat position, stepped forward. "We have five thousand trained personnel prepared to relocate. They range from warriors to construction experts, scholars, and enchanters."

Jack nodded. "Good. We'll need to move them in waves to avoid destabilizing the foundation of our operations here. What about security?"

Another woman—a dark-skinned warrior with toned muscles and a sharp gaze—smirked as she placed a list on the table. "We're assigning elite guards to each transport unit. If anything or anyone tries to interfere, they won't live to regret it."

Jack grinned. "That's what I like to hear."