Laughing, I walked away from a bunch of undeveloped women. How dare they ask me to care for a bunch of lolis! Like asking me to watch anime with an annoying character being super clingy and taking up too much screen time. It's like reading an erotica fantasy novel and everybody loves the mc and he has to fall for each one.

Makes me feel like a bad guy when I have basic feelings for the women just staying in my place. For others, it was just the novelty of being with different girls.

Though, sometimes it does feel oddly like I am a dragon in a novel. Only wrote up to give the protagonist something to slay and forge some epic level treasure. I get it that my saliva while potent can strengthen an evolver and my semen has some very potent vitality.

Add it all together, they can strengthen their bodies and add some years to their short life. This in some cases gives them a chance to return to their best years. Let's not even go into how a drop of my blood can awaken genes in someone. I'm a verified treasure.

'Did you hurt people? Like did you.. I don't know what to think anymore..'

Woah, white girl going crazy. Tsk tsk, this is why you don't fall in love with pretty and underdeveloped people. Poor Nick learning the hard way that if you don't fit their idea of you, there is no changing. Damn, I feel a little racy watching drama on a Friday.

Maybe, I should go explore that other world or go kill something. Lily walked by me with a plate of steaming pancakes and I couldn't help pulling her sexy asd down.

"Oh, now you have time for me?" She scooted away with her plate in the lead.

"What do you mean? You have been so focused on streaming." I grabbed her feet and began massaging them.

"That doesn't mean you can't come after I finish."

"Okay, I'm sorry. How about tonight?"

"Okay."

Sigh, time to trim down my harem and go back to looking for a serious relationship. The moment she finished eating, I replaced the fork. The maple syrup made me all the more hungrier. I barely got my hand into her shorts when my phone rang.

"It can wait." Lily smacked the phone out my hand as she threw a leg over me. Her fingers yanked off my shirt, followed by pants. I had never seen her this eager before. She usually just steps up when I ask but ignores me otherwise.

However, the moment she stood to pull her shorts off, I snatched up my phone and read the message. Which is not surprising at all, we already knew that the mana levels would rise. That there was going to be severe consequences but rifts opening all over the world. That was new but not surprising. Nor was the assortment of mana beast that charged out and committed a slaughter that put all world wars to shame. Well, maybe not one.

Yet, the most surprising thing is that a bunch of mages wanted to seek asylum with me. The thing is though, that they aren't a good fit for my community but I'll love to see the despair on their faces.

I started with a reply before the phone was slapped out of my hand. I tried to catch it when a weight pin me down, limiting my reach. I could only watch the phone bounce off the couch and land under the table.

Sighing, I straightened up and looked into lily eyes. I hoped to see some kind of remorse in her eyes but all I got was a playful smirk.

This bitch going down!

A little later, we laid entangled in a quilt she got from God knows where. A self serving glow radiated off her red face. I stopped chasing sweat beads and laid my head on my elbow.

"I think as the best in the house, I should have more of your time. What do you think?" She turned to me and I dove for a kiss on those chubby pink lips.

Though, I guess I couldn't argue if sex maintain this kind of standard. I was sated in an all new way.

She broke the kiss and jab her finger into my chest. "Answer please."

"Okay."

"Good because my period hasn't came yet. I went to the doctor and he said I'm pregnant after some kind of magical test."

My eyes widened like saucers but then shrunk as a huge grin covered my face.

"Perfect!"

I wanted to celebrate with more sex, instead we finished off season 7 of master chef. While eating pizza and hot wings.

***

Do you think people understand the difference between knocking and banging? Knocking.. you know what, I'm not going to rant. I'm just vent.

Pulling my arm out from under the lily was a little harder than I thought. The girl has a clingy nature when you aren't looking. Meaning, I had to peel her fingers off my arm. I threw off the thick pink covers and headed downstairs.

Unlocking the door, I yanked it open and grabbed the fucker banging like he was the man. I slammed his ass down with an added bonus of having my forearm pressed against his neck.

"Do you know what time it is?"

The poor lad tried to speak around being choked but it was hard. I know but the fucker shouldn't have beaten on my door. Like what the fuck did my door do to him? Plus he was mundane so it really just added all kinds of feelings to me.

I let off before his eyes rolled back and turned to his partner. "Why are you banging on my door at this time of night?"

"Sir, there are about nine different convoys waiting at the gate. The leaders are all kinds of aggressive and requesting to meet the leader."

I see, those useless cucks think I will need them. Laughable but it's not surprising. I turned to the fuck holding his throat and toss him to his friends.

"Dont fucking send this cunt muffins to deliver news again. Banging on my goddamn door like the sky falling." I shook my head as I closed my door and went to shower and dress.

When I arrived at the gate my mayor was arguing with one fat guy and another well dressed but not so handsome fellow. I walked on over and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Are they disrespecting my mayor?"

"Yes, they are." She said as she leaned into my side.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

"Gentlemen, I am going to have to ask you to leave. My poor village has nearly 1500 mundane people that I value. I don't value those with a superior complex. I hope you can keep your dignity as you drive away." I flashed my fangs as I moved away.

We walked over to the biggest group of mage leaders without any rush. I smiled at the Mayor of L.A. before shaking his hands.

"It's good to see you still living. I could have sworn you had a couple assassins on your neck." I joked.

He didn't think it was funny but who could blame him. "Was that you?"

"Of course not. If I wanted you retired, I would do it personally. So why are you here when I know there is another mage community called Kingdom of Orlando or something."

He took it like a champ and relaxed. "Because the King asks for things that are impossible. However, you are more reasonable to work with."

"I can be but the issue is, I don't like micromanaging my talents and my mayor here." I squeezed her shoulder. "Already complaining about the extra work she has to do. I am sure you can understand her concerns, right?"

Mr. Bright did one of those looks that said the person he was looking at didn't reach his standard.

"Indeed, I can understand her plight but I also have my own. Unlike some of the others, I and my compatriots only brought our immediate family. Thus the level of management is smaller."

"What do you have to offer for your residency?"

He pulled out a tablet out of thin air and passed it to me. "We have developed some technology that can improve your overall communications and utility. I don't think our weapons or defense systems are better than yours but I included them as well."

I didn't bother looking through them as I wouldn't be able to understand the true work. So I opened a grey portal and yanked Remy out of bed.

The guy look at me like he really wanted to murder me but kept such instincts inside. I passed him the tablet and he frowned as he studied the crap.

"The communications array is valuable to us and this sci-fi gun. But the rest isn't better than what we have devised. We just don't have the resources before we start."

"How about now?"

"We can use this communications array to supplement the radar array Derrick devised. Which means we can begin construction tomorrow. Total of month work with my crew."

Nodding, I turned to my mayor who I can't remember her name for. "What do we have open for about 17 people?"

"Just apartments, the new block isn't scheduled to be made until late November."

I tapped my chin, "can you guys do construction work?" I spoke to mr. Bright.

He nodded his head, "we can if we have a blueprint."

"Great, tonight you can rest in the apartment. Then tomorrow, put up your houses." I looked at the other so-called leaders as my mayor led Mr. Bright away.

"What do you have for me? Start with those that have less people."

Of course, none of them had anything that could reach Remy standards. But they had a lot of popular ideologies.

"Mr. Winters, during times like this, having more magical power isn't a bad thing. High end.."

"What high end magical abilities? You are outside my place at two in the morning because your high end capabilities were so impressive. Next!"

"I am Sadie Branch. My family has the ability to help crops grow." A short, freckled, ginger said something that had me pulling my poor mayor back.

"The farm area was completed, right?"

My mayor gave me that look like she wanted to strangle me. "I don't know, ask mr. Remy."

I turned to Remh who nodded. "Yeah, we just were waiting on some of those useful people to move in. Can house two hundred and cover 50 acres."

Oh, snap. Life is good being self sustainable. Sadly, other than miss branch, the rest were utterly useless and I turned them away with no hard feelings.

Of course, thinking I was free to go back to sleep, my mayor grabbed my arm and led me to picking out farmers from the many tents piled around our outer wall. I had to listen to recruitment pitches or those saying that they do anything for work.

The world isn't that bad, yet.

Sometime later, I sat in Alana's office, while she scrubbed her eyes at her desk. "Is it too early to retire? I thought this would be a cushiony job that only meant I had to delegate but it's soo much work."

Yawning, I shrugged. "How do you think I feel?"

"You mean, getting laid is hard work?"

I held up my finger, "don't push our good working relationship. Anyway, Evie does a lot of work that the former mayor might have not done. Go hire her, she's not doing shit but hanging around the community gym and bugging her husband."

I rose and picked her up as I shut down her pc. "Anyway, let's go to bed. I'm so tired."

She just nodded as I 'princess' toted her scrawny ass to her car and then her house. Which was surprisingly two bedrooms in the poorer area. Well, all the houses look brand new but it wasn't like the deck houses up north.

After a decent nap, I was awake enough to smell coffee brewing. I reached for my phone before remembering it was still under the table. I snatched it out of the shadows and checked to see k had a bunch but only one of them had me confused. Edward and Jake were building a casino and a few other entertainment buildings. Well, it looks like it was built already from the position I could see at from this window.

The main point though was the hiring of brothel workers. Which I replied with making sure everything had a lawyer to build an equal and healthy contract and that they are willing to sign and work. Of course, video record the whole process so their defense was solid. I did not want to get into a feminist debacle.

As I marched towards the smell of food, I sent out a message. I would be heading back into one of the portals, if my team was ready.

Alana froze with spatula hanging over the pancake as she took in my majestic appearance. Then I saw the guy sitting across from her at the island. Well more like a kid, because he smelled about sixteen or seventeen.

"Is that your son?" I asked while wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling that small ass into me.

"My brother, actually. And why didn't you at least put on boxers?"

"I was distracted."

"So, you can go put them on now."

I snatched bacon off a plate. "I'm about to leave."

Alana sighed and turned to her brother, "this is Lonnie Winters. He owns the city."

I popped open a grey portal and stepped through as she tried to introduce me to her brother.

***

Frowning, I look at the stack of papers in my new office. Alana had a weird smile on her face. I turned to miss Murphy as I dropped into an uncomfortable chair. Bitch sunk in on me. I don't think I can do this whole office thing.

"That's all the people hoping to get an invite in here. Plus a lot of complaints from your citizens." She taps one stack followed by the next stack.

I grabbed one before tossing it back onto the pile.

"Did you hire Evie like I said?" Just as I finished speaking Evie walked in with another stack of folders.

I held up my hand as my phone went off. "Yes?"

"We have what you requested." A soul sweet voice sounded in my ear.

"Come on up." I grabbed the desk and tossed it into a portal followed by the computer and monitor. As for the files, I set them on fire and brush the ashes into the portal. Followed by the shit star chair.

When my vent was done I turned to my guest. "Okay, thanks for the effort. You can go."

Evie and Alana just stared at me like I lost my mind. However, a few beefy boys brought in a bunch of equipment while two nerdy girls began setting it up as it was brought up.

"You are in the way, please leave." I said with more bass and they left.

They left with a lot of complaints but as me and Miss Murphy stood in a corner.

"So?" I started.

"Soo?"

"I am surprised you are willing to be my secretary."

"Versus being a broke stay at home mom? Of course, I'll take your job offer."

"Oh, you should have told me. I could have.."

"It's fine. It isn't like I can't apply for jobs without your hand holding." She touched my arm.

"Okay, miss independent. So how about we get out of these guys' way and go get lunch?" I opened a portal and pushed her on through as I followed.

We chose the pasta place again or really I did. I stabbed a shrimp while I watched her lips as she chewed.

"Are you going to eat?" She asked with a smile that brought out her one dimple.

"My eyes need to eat too." However, I did bring the shrimp I impaled to my mouth.

"You have been feasting for weeks. Should be full about now, huh?"

Oh, I see. She was insecure but I don't know why. Maybe she lost her southern attitude which was why Zach wanted to play with someone new? I mean, I lost count with the number of girls I fuck with. So I couldn't judge.

"Trust, I will never be tired of you." I gave her a reassuring smile before polishing off my plate. So I could enjoy watching her without my food getting cold.

Miss Murphy closed her plate and slid it into her bag. "Want to go to my car for a quickie?"

I nodded and tossed my to go plate. I followed her, well I watched her ass sway like waves coming to shore. It made me ponder, how many sundresses did she own? Could I peep the collection or should I buy her more? Though, I think she wore jeans and tights for a few days. If perfect women really exist, I think God will bless me to meet them.

It wasn't exeragrated to say that maybe to me, what made a woman perfect was a combination of things. Like I didn't want a pretty face with petite ass but that didn't mean I wouldn't sleep with one. I didn't want a barrel shaped girl with a fat ass. But in-between, that's what I like. I don't mind a girl with bubble guts or stretch marks.

With lips a little too thick or nose that could put out your eyes. As long as her body was packaged my way and her personality was adequate. Perfect imperfection.

Miss Murphy opened the door and I climbed in. I quickly lower the seats and put out blankets for her.

"Nu-uh, you lay back." She pushed against my shoulder as she straddle me.

My back stopped against the side wall and I wrapped my hands around her as she bit my lip. Her hip did small circles around my jumping friend. It was like someone turned the bass all the way up.

I really didn't like four plays. There wasn't a reason in the nine worlds that made me unable to get hard with someone like her. Everything after speaks for itself but the whole four play was worse than torture.

My fingers found a way under her dress that wasn't trapped by her knee but what I found.. panties wetter than a pool steps. She gave me a shit eating grin and rolled back as she pulled down my pants.

Miss Murphy came back just as fast, pulling my throbbing member into her. She began a belly dance better than any I saw on TV. So good that I had to tilt my head back and just enjoy.

Her lips pressed against my ear as she performed a sacred ritual called milk the honey bear.

"Do you love it as much as me? Like being in this milf?" She emphasizes her advantages by pulling a long deep growl out of me.

Everytime I reached for her hips, she expertly guided my hands away. It didn't take much to get me to cum when I had been thinking about it for a while. Anglicizing her pussy from that one instance. She could do no wrong.