Chapter 131: Tight Rosy Folds

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt

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Hillel raised an eyebrow.

These four women really had some moves, occasionally giving him some benefits.

It’s just that this reproductive instinct... why was it even heavier than his sex addiction?

He didn’t refuse anyway.

What he refused were gays!

"Wanting children, it’s not impossible!"

Hillel slowly stood up, and his battle robe very sensibly faded away.

"But you have to pay a small price!"

Belesa’s face turned red. "My King, not all paths lead to the City of a Thousand Stars (not all roads lead to Rome). Please be sure to grasp the general direction!"

"So... you are not willing?"

"No, I just want to be the first!"

Hillel didn’t answer with words. He simply grabbed Belesa by the throat and slammed her face-first against the nearest pillar.

The dark gold alloy cracked under the impact. Belesa’s thick, powerful ass jutted out toward him, her pussy already slick and ready.

He patted her pussy with his dick till it was drenched with her pussy juice, then lined up and drove into her tight and rosy rear entrance in one deep, brutal thrust.

"Ahh!!!"

Belesa’s scream of pleasure echoed through the royal hall. Her Viltrumite body took every inch without breaking, as her powerful ass clenched greedily around him.

The tightness of her rosy asshole made Hillel feel like he was in heaven.

He started pistoning like crazy. Hips slamming forward with enough force that the pillar cracked further with every impact.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of him meeting her full, bouncy ass was loud and wet.

"Ha! haah~ Ack! Haah!"

Belesa floated slightly off the ground from the sheer power of the thrusts, her heavy breasts swinging wildly beneath her.

Hillel reached around, grabbed both of them, and squeezed hard while he railed her ass without mercy.

Cassandra floated in next, silver hair falling around her face. She dropped to her knees in mid-air and took Hillel’s balls into her mouth, sucking and licking while he kept pounding Belesa.

Mira drifted behind him, pressing her soft, mature body against his back, one hand reaching down to stroke the base of his cock every time he pulled out of Belesa’s ass.

Iveta was the most shameless. She floated in front of Hillel, grabbed her King by the hair, and placed her wet cunt on his mouth. "Ahh~"

Hillel didn’t mind,he started licking her beautiful pussy like crazy making her go blank with his tongue fucking all the while pistoning Beless’s ass.

Tasting the honey of Iveta’s honeypot, experiencing the powerful tightness of Belesa’s asshole, getting stroked at the base of his cock by Mira and feeling Cassandra’s warm and wet tongue playing with his balls... his dopamine receptors were going crazy.

Bang! bang! bang!

The entire hall shook.

After ass fucking Belesa, Hillel did the same with the other three

...

Hillel still didn’t grant their wish of becoming mothers. He also wanted to bear offspring and see if his children would possess his powers.

Super Speed Healing, Omega Beams, Super Speed Healing, Bio-sensing, Gene Stabilization...

If these could be inherited.

Hillel would directly start a brand-new racial lineage.

"It definitely won’t work right now. As long as Thaddeus is alive, my descendants cannot be born for a single day!"

"Once I execute that war criminal with my own hands, even if you want to stop having children, you won’t be able to."

"During this period, I still hope you can be sensible, take the initiative, understand?"

The four women each displayed their skills. Well, they were indeed very sensible.

Reproduction and Conquest were inherently the two most important actions in the history.

That’s right.

...

After an intimate session.

On the couch deep within the royal hall, it was a scene of enchanting intimacy.

Hillel half-leaned on the couch. Iveta was already between his legs, cleaning him thoroughly with her mouth, tongue slowly working every inch of his cock and balls.

The other three women lay sprawled around them, still breathing hard.

"Right, how are things over at the old empire?"

Iveta, upon hearing this, freed her mouth by letting go of his now clean cock with a wet pop and let out a cold snort.

"Humph, the traitors are all dead. In the entire old empire, the number of those capable of fighting is less than thirty!"

Thirty?

Billions of Viltrumites, and in the end, fewer than thirty were left?

They died even more than in the original work.

"If I had known earlier, I should have brought more people last time and executed those traitors together, saving them from lingering around as an eyesore and tarnishing the King’s reputation!" Iveta said with some regret.

Hillel was somewhat speechless.

These people treated their own kind like trash!

Looking at the history of war in the entire Universe, isn’t it just a Viltrumite civil war fighting back and forth! (Not talking about it, not talking about it)

"There is no need for that."

Hillel shook his head.

"Let them toss and turn as they please. Let’s see what other methods this great Regent can come up with! Heh, let’s just rest."

...

Hillel took a short nap.

Although his body didn’t need sleep or rest, Hillel still liked the feeling of taking a nap after thorough sex.

Going back to his previous chain of thoughts. Thirty Viltrumites were a formidable force in the Universe, enough to conquer many star domains, but to Hillel, they were about the same as thirty children.

With my tens of thousands of Viltrumites swarming forward, let’s see if your destiny is tough enough!

Hillel slowly stood up.

The bedsheet slid down, revealing a muscular, sculpture-like physique.

Mira, like a lazy water snake, silently clung to him.

Her charming eyes were filled with an unshakeable infatuation.

"Emperor, what are you thinking about?" She breathed like orchids.

The charm of a mature big sister—cough cough, can only be understood intuitively and cannot be described in words.

"Emperor?" Hillel laughed in spite of himself. "You can’t just shout this title around. At best, I’m sitting on a golden throne, but I haven’t thought about stuffing my ass into a golden toilet. That position still has to be sat on by the warhammer guy!"

Mira half-understood, but she didn’t care either.

She just greedily sniffed the scent on Hillel’s body. Even his sweat was an aura belonging solely to the strong, simply the ultimate worldly hormone.

"King, I want more!"

"Even though you say that, I just want it!"

"I’m going crazy wanting it!"

Don’t misunderstand; Mira was talking about having babies.

In the genes of Viltrum, it seemed that this attractive force was extremely strong. I remember Nolan’s dad apparently being forcibly matched by his mom.

A proper biological mother.

Praying for the psychological shadow area of Nolan and his son!

"Every time, you screech the loudest, yet you’re also the weakest!" Hillel glanced at her.

Who could have known that among these people, Mira’s combat power was the weakest? The strongest was Cassandra, followed by Belesa, then Iveta, and finally Mira.

The two most arrogant ones had the weakest combat power.

"Even if I die here by the King, it’s worth it!" Mira gently bit Hillel’s neck, her tongue lightly rolling across it.

Damn!

"The Great Reproduction Plan will start sooner or later." Hillel picked Mira up horizontally.

With strong balls, there’s no helping it!

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