Chapter 59: the human blanket

After concluding their brief discussion, Smith, with the help of Diana his personal assistant pushing his wheelchair, escorted the elders out of his villa like a proper host. Although the elders had arrived by flying, this was no longer an emergency, so they also didn’t rely on vehicles. Instead, they dispersed quietly into the dead of night like shadows.

​The only who left normally was Jacob, who asked Smith to lend him a car. Smith did not object and offered him a luxury sedan that young master Peter had gifted him when he moved into the villa. To Smith’s surprise, Jacob drove the car himself and headed home.

​The other anomaly, as usual, was Caesar. Before leaving the villa, Caesar insisted on seeing Sarafina again, but because his aunt was thoroughly embarrassed, she had locked herself inside her room. Forced to give up, Caesar promised to visit another time to talk properly. In his usual flamboyant fashion, he flared his aura and shot into the sky like a meteorite, disappearing into the dark night.

​With it being the middle of the night, Smith returned to his room to rest and prepare for sleep. Even though he was now a novice-rank player, he still possessed normal human physiological needs and wasn’t immune to exhaustion like higher-ranked players.

​As he approached the master bedroom, he heard the girls chatting happily and making jokes. The atmosphere sounded genuinely festive, as if they were all catching up. Smith opened the door to find them sitting on the bedroom.

​Due to the previous incident where Brenda had been summoned without proper attire, Smith had tried to stockpile various clothes beforehand, but the it was still insufficient. Consequently, some of the girls had to wear whatever was available. Vesper, being the most petite among them, wore clothes that hung loosely on her frame. On the other hand, Magenta and Fiona wore outfits that were practically begging to be released from the strain of being overstretched.

​The sight nearly triggered a nosebleed from Smith as it was far too stimulating, but he quickly regained his composure. he greeted them, "Okay, girls. As you know, it is getting late, but it’s very nice to meet all of you after a long time. For now, I’m going to get ready for sleep, and you can continue catching up. We can follow up on our plans tomorrow. I just want to say one thing before that: I’m very happy to see you all grown up and doing well. It makes me very proud. When I returned to the Palace earlier and saw you fighting, I realized you are no longer the little children who used to hide behind my back waiting for instructions back when but You are fully grown girls now."

​When Smith mentioned "fully grown girls," his eyes unconsciously drifted toward their chests, and he had to admit they had truly grown—those were certainly not the proportions of ordinary young girls. He shook his head to disperse his stray thoughts, mentally scolding himself for letting a momentary distraction.

​On the other side, the girls grew emotional. They immediately rushed over to hug Smith while he was still sitting in his wheelchair. Together, all seven girls lifted him out of the wheelchair in unison. Although it was rather awkward to be picked up—since his legs were technically okay, just incapable of walking properly—Smith looked like a ragdoll hanging in mid-air.

​However, the discomfort was instantly compensated for by the incredible softness surrounding him. Two large pillows rested right over his head, with pillows of various sizes enveloping him from every angle. It felt as though he had been transported directly to heaven, so he didn’t complain in the slightest.

​Eventually, Smith began to feel suffocated from the intense group hug. He tapped their shoulders and told them it was enough. Realizing they had squeezed him a bit too tightly, the girls carefully placed him back into his wheelchair.

​"Okay, I’ll go take a shower now, and then we can sleep," Smith said before heading directly into the bathroom.

​When he returned after shower, he realized there was another problem: the bed was far too small for eight people to sleep on. The girls clearly recognized the issue as well, but all of them refused to sleep in separate rooms.

​Seeing only one solution, Smith called Harold and asked the servants to bring extra mattresses. The staff quickly brought in two additional king-sized mattresses, laying them side by side on the floor to form a massive sleeping area.

​Not wanting to distance himself by sleeping alone on the elevated bed, Smith placed his own mattress on the floor alongside theirs, and all eight of them laid down together. As soon as Smith closed his eyes, fatigue swept over him, pulling him into a deep sleep.

​When he woke up, the morning light streaming through the balcony hit him directly in the face. He opened his eyes to find himself in a situation similar to the previous morning—except this time, it was far worse. Velvet had been pushed aside, and a large hand was pressing directly onto his chest and there wasn’t a single spot on his body left exposed; he was completely covered by various limbs. Some girls lay directly across his legs, while others used his thighs as pillows.

​Smith realized he literally couldn’t move. Resigned to his fate, he simply waited for the girls to wake up.

​One by one, the girls stirred, realizing they were draped over Smith like a human blanket from head to toe. Giggling softly, they untangled themselves and went to take showers. Afterward, they gathered in the dining room to begin their day and implement the plans discussed the previous night.

​Breakfast was even livelier than usual thanks to the presence of the new girls During the meal, Smith formally introduced the rest of the girls to his aunt, and they greeted her with boundless enthusiasm. The meal passed in complete harmony.

​About an hour after resting, Diana’s phone vibrated with a call. Excusing herself, she stepped away to answer it. After speaking for a couple of minutes, she returned to the sitting room where Smith and the girls were watching television.

​Diana leaned down and whispered into the ear of Smith, who was sitting comfortably between Brenda and Velvet while the other girls massaged his shoulders and legs. "Master, everything is ready. You can depart at any moment now."

​Hearing this, Smith knew their peaceful morning had come to an end. He informed the girls that it was time to leave.

​Fortunately, Harold had already arranged proper clothing for everyone that morning. The tailor previously sent by Young Master Peter had remained at the villa to take the new queens’ measurements, and appropriate outfits had already arrived. The girls were now dressed in a variety of stylish casual outfits—some in dresses, others in jeans and t-shirts that highlighted their long legs.

​Not dwelling on their appearance for too long, Smith led the group out into the driveway to board the vehicles.

​This time, their escort was far larger. Instead of a single lead vehicle like before, two lead cars carrying Smith’s personal guards—all master ranked players dressed in black suits and sunglasses. Due to the increased number of people, the primary transport was divided between two luxury SUVs. Smith rode in the main car with Diana, Brenda, and Velvet, while the other girls and his aunt took the second SUV.

​At the rear, instead of small utility vehicles, a convoy of four Infantry Fighting Vehicles packed with armed personnel brought up the rear.

​The sheer scale of the setup gave Smith a mild headache—their previous convoy had been barely tolerable but this one was more than twice the size. Unable to object, he boarded his vehicle, and the massive convoy departed from the villa.