Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 479 Unbeatable Standards

"Darling, you're back!" Evelyn hurriedly ran and jumped on my lap, followed by her group members.

She was still wearing her pink idol uniform, indicating that they must have just finished her concert and come here right away.

"I just took a little vacation," I chuckled, planting a quick peck on each of their lips.

No need to spill the beans about my adventure of being stuck for centuries in a black dimension, then zipping back to Earth centuries later, and spending another hundred years trying to crack the time travel code.

It was so out of proportion and crazy that even I wouldn't buy it if I hadn't lived through it myself.

The important thing here was that I'm back, and to reward all those who choose to stay , I gathered them all in large hall.

It was intriguing to know that the majority of my former puppets were no longer within my influence.

But rather than retaining memories of our past interactions, they had completely forgotten about me.

The only ones who remembered were the girls I directly dominated.

They were also no longer under my Mind Control anymore; they just stayed because they genuinely love, having developed feelings for me through our shared experiences.

It was like seeing a group case of Stockholm syndrome.

"I missed you, Darling,"

"I missed you ,"

"I was really sad when you're not here,"

The girls all started talking at once, creating a chaotic scene reminiscent of a crowded marketplace. I had to step in and tell them to speak one at a time.

Evelyn, the one closest to me, gazed at me with her adorable eyes. Though she didn't speak, I could sense her silent plea for a kiss

Her body language left no room for doubt: she leaned in, her hands resting gently on my upper arms, her breath growing rapid. I could sense the warmth radiating from her.

The other girls in the group followed suit, each expressing their interest in their own unique manner.

Some tilted their heads subtly, while others fluttered their eyelashes or flashed coy smiles. It was as though they were all part of a synchronized performance of longing, each competing for my attention.

Seeing the love and devotion reflected in their eyes made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

However—

A problem arose when I began to count heads and realized there were over a hundred of them.

In fact, I invented over 50 additional ones just to ensure each experience was unique.

The stimulation I experienced was multiplied a hundredfold, making it the most satisfying sexual intercourse I had ever felt. It was beyond heavenly.

Within just two minutes, the girls began squirting nonstop, filling the room with the scent of their sweet love juices.

Their faces were filled with satisfaction, their eyes rolling back from the intensity of their orgasms.

But, I wasn't finished with them yet.

Without giving them time to rest, I initiated the second round, penetrating them from behind.

Initially, they screamed in pain, but eventually, they all began to enjoy it as their bodies adjusted to the sensation.

For the third round, I decided to spice things up.

My clones sprouted soft tentacles, simultaneously entering all three of their openings. It was something straight out of hentai, but here I was, making it happen in real life.

As my cocks entered their vagina, one tentacle teased the anus while another one gagged their mouths, filling them with a liquid made of concentrated aphrodisiacs.

"I-I'm cumming!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"My mind is going blank."

"I'm losing my mind, please stop."

Talking in between breaths, the sensation they were experiencing was enough to drive them crazy.

With the final stretch, I intensified my pacing faster and faster until all of them climaxed simultaneously.

The entire hall was flooded with white liquid; it was not a metaphor - the floor was literally soaking wet.

All the girls were now lying on the semen and love juice filled floor, exhausted but feeling bliss.

As for my mindless clones, they all decomposed and turned into nothing .

"Did I overdo it?" I asked, surveying the aftermath of my not so good behavior.

All of them looked like broken goods now.

In fact, I doubted any of them would feel anything during normal sex anymore. I had set the bar impossibly high.