"You once said that in the apocalypse, being kind to others means being cruel to yourself. People’s hearts are too dark in this world, and I don’t want to test them alone. Besides, the way those men looked at me was disgusting. They actually dared to stare with lustful eyes."
"Men are such annoying creatures. It’s best to kill them all except for the master. That way, there’ll be fewer fights, fewer ambitions, and less chaos. Women are more rational. Even if they scheme, it’s hard for them to cause real trouble. In the end, they’ll still have to be the master’s little slave girls!"
Olivia said with pride.
"Hahaha, that’s a great idea..." Ryan was pleased.
Olivia was indeed clever. She had quickly grasped his intentions. If he wanted to claim all the women he saw, conflicts with other men were inevitable.
To avoid trouble, it was best to eliminate them all. After all, he had the system, and his body would continue to evolve. Immortality wasn’t out of the question...
Half an hour later, a black armored vehicle was speeding down a wide street. Ryan and Olivia sat in the back seat, while Ryan drove. Behind the armored vehicle trailed a group of exhausted female college students, panting as they struggled to keep up.
Most were on the verge of collapse, but no one dared to stop. Two who had tried to escape or lag behind had been shot by the armed guards.
Inside the armored vehicle, the back row had ample space, with seats that could be folded into a bed. Ryan held Olivia in his arms, unbuttoned her bulletproof vest, and began fondling her breasts through her clothes, his hands roaming freely.
Since his rebirth, Ryan had never tried having sex in a car, let alone in a police armored vehicle. The novelty excited him, and with a lecherous grin, he grabbed Olivia’s ample breasts, kneading them eagerly.
"Hehe, Olivia, it seems your breasts have grown even bigger. They’re so comfortable to play with..." Ryan praised her endlessly.
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"Well, Master, be gentle. I have to thank you for this. Ever since you took my virginity, I feel like my breasts have grown another cup. Your hands are truly powerful," Olivia said, sitting astride Ryan thighs, her breasts half-exposed, a foolish smile on her face.
In the front seat, Mia blushed as she listened.
Ryan, ever perceptive, noticed the heroic policewoman’s reaction. With a lewd smile, he reached out from behind and grabbed Mia’s breasts.
"Mia, your breasts seem to have grown bigger too~"
Mia’s body stiffened, and she quickly remembered she was driving. Her face turned crimson, and goosebumps spread across her skin.
"Third sister, your breasts are so big, even bigger than mine~"
Olivia reached out and grabbed Mia’s other breast, squeezing it a few times. Now, both of Mia’s breasts were being fondled.
"Third sister?" Ryan caught the implication in Olivia’s words and looked at her with a half-smile. "You’re the second sister, Mia is the third sister... so who’s the eldest sister?"
"Ahem... um, isn’t she the master’s sister..." Olivia said weakly.
Mia felt a mix of shame and anger. While she didn’t mind her master’s touch, being groped by Olivia, a fellow woman, made her extremely shy. She could barely hold the steering wheel steady as her breasts were kneaded and shaped by the hands of both her master and Olivia.
"Hmm... hum~ Hmm, Master... Woo~ No, I’m still driving..."
Mia endured the dual assault, an unprecedented experience. She had driven armored vehicles many times before, but this was the first time someone had fondled her breasts while she was at the wheel.
"Hehe... Third sister can’t stand it anymore. She’s driving in the front, and the two of us are driving in the back. It’s just a matter of changing the steering wheel," Olivia teased, her tone dripping with innuendo.
"You little girl, you dare to say anything~" Mia was far bolder than Olivia, but she was still relatively reserved. Her body went limp under such provocative words.
Ryan, of course, wasn’t holding back. One hand slipped into Mia’s collar, playing with her tender breasts, while the other hand explored Olivia’s body in the back seat.
Both hands enjoyed different sensations—Mia’s breasts were firm and elastic, while Olivia’s were softer, more delicate, as if they might burst with a little pressure.
Olivia moaned continuously as her master teased her. She no longer bothered to tease Mia, instead kneeling in front of the back seat. She unbuttoned Ryan’s pants, took his erect cock into her mouth, and began sucking with audible slurps.
Mia, hearing the familiar sounds, knew exactly what Olivia was doing. She had performed the same act many times herself. Just a few hours ago, she had knelt in the fitting room, calling her master softly, offering her body to Ryan’s whims. She had even tried to deep-throat him, swallowing his cock raw.
As Ryan enjoyed Olivia’s skilled oral techniques, his hands continued to explore Mia’s soft breasts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming.
"Mia’s tits are so hot. Are you in heat again? You were fucked by me this morning. Can’t you hold back so soon?" Ryan teased, noticing the policewoman’s flushed face and affectionate gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Oh~ yes... Third sister is always like this. She obviously feels so good when the master touches her, but she just won’t admit it. She only screams when she’s being fucked,"
Olivia said, her voice muffled as she held Ryan’s cock in her mouth.
Mia was both embarrassed and furious. If she weren’t driving, she would have made this so-called second sister regret her words.
But then again, she had been wearing that sexy uniform earlier and had been fucked by her master in the fitting room for three hours. Her lower body was still swollen and sore, her legs weak and trembling.
Yet, with the master’s hands on her now, she felt that familiar heat rising again. Was she really as the master said—dignified on the outside but secretly coquettish?