Jack stared at the far wall and the far wall stared back.

Because the far wall wasn’t actually a wall in the traditional sense. Hell, it wasn’t even particularly far.

“What?”

Despite himself, his words came out just a little sullen. Not exactly the best tone to take with a mass of sentient microbots that he only nominally controlled and definitely didn’t understand.

The microbots continued to ‘stare’ at him as he sat alone in his quarters, the luxurious silk sheets of his bed sagging under his weight as he idly played with the drawstrings of his robes.

Then they started to shift.

Pouring down from the wall they’d been positioned against like a tidal wave of water crashing against the beach in slow motion, the machines spread out across the floor before forming themselves up again into two familiar shapes.

Lin and Huang.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” he muttered as he stared at the two facsimiles of his friends.

Unfortunately, as he’d slowly come to learn over the past month, when the semi-sapient machines got an idea into their heads – and by extension his – they were slow to relinquish it.

For a creature that he could banish with a single errant thought, the darn things could be surprisingly stubborn.

Which was why he wasn’t too surprised when the mass of microbots in the shape of Lin and Huang rippled for but a moment, before reforming a little bigger than before.

Which was the bot’s way of reiterating a point.

He thought.

To be honest, communication between the two of them was less a game of words than it was an exaggerated game of charades.

Fortunately, as a shapeshifter, his microbots were rather good at charades.

Though he’d still not figured out why they didn’t just use text. His HUD’s AI was quite capable of communicating via text, but for whatever reason his microbots weren’t. Which made him wonder if they were separate ‘organisms’?

He didn’t know. And the more system diagnostics he ran, the more ‘unknown errors’ he got in return. Which scared him to be sure – without his suit, he was fucked - but there wasn’t really anything he could do about it.

He knew how to operate his suit, but he hadn’t the slightest clue as to how it actually worked. And what was a guy to do when the program designed to resolve other malfunctions started to malfunction?

“I can’t exactly take you into the shop,” he murmured.

Which was why he was leery of probing too deep into the whole thing, for fear of destroying the delicate symbiosis that had formed between him and the… vaguely mystical proto-AI that was apparently attached to his… soul.

Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the two statues.

They weren’t particularly good. Which made sense, given that the microbots were made of glossy black pea-sized octagons. At this scale those stood out, turning the otherwise anatomically correct recreations of the two women into low-polygon abstraction rather than truly accurate recreations.

“You did a good job with the clothes though,” he murmured approvingly, watching the women’s robes flutter in the ‘wind’.

A ripple ran through the horde of microbots at his words as a feeling of ‘joy and pride’ flashed across his neural link.

…Then, with that same sense of pride, two tentacles rose up from the floor and with one smooth movement popped both women’s heads off.

The two heads fell to the floor.

Jack sighed, bringing up a hand to massage his temple.

“No.” He said firmly. “Hell no.”

The two statues fell apart and in their place a Jack sized question mark rose up to replace them.

It was moments like this that reminded Jack that the proto-AI wasn’t human. It was… something else entirely. And whatever that something else was, it had only the most basic understanding of the world and the people within it.

This was a perfect example.

It didn’t understand why Jack was feeling a little… envious of Huang and Lin. It only knew that they were in some way related to his current emotional ‘turmoil’.

He sat back down on his bed.

Turmoil, he thought sarcastically. It’s… not that. I’m just… processing.

Yes, processing. That was what it was.

He stared up at the mass of machines, which had once more reformed into the two women – now with heads once more.

Only now they were naked. Though, given that the two statues had roughly the same consistency as gravel, said statues came across as more… odd than sexy.

Though, from a certain angle, it was actually kind of cute how hard the machines were trying to cheer him up.

Because all the microbots knew was that Huang and Lin were in some way responsible for his upset and had thus suggested the most efficient means of resolving that upset that it could.

“Hell, I’d put even odds on…” he started to think, before he was interrupted by the sudden chittering of the microbots once more changing shape. “…And yep, there it goes.”

Sure enough, now he was staring at a low polygon version of himself jackhammering away at a supine An while a variant of Ren clung to his leg in abject adoration.

“Like something out of a heavy metal cover,” he chuckled, before wondering if that was exactly what the machines had used as a reference.

It certainly hadn’t drawn the image from his memories, because if the real An locked her legs around him like the one in the statue was doing, he was reasonably sure she’d shatter his spine in pretty short order.

What a way to go though, he thought before pausing. Great, now I’m horny again.

The jackhammering intensified.

Unfortunately, even if he wanted to ‘safely’ recreate the scene in front of him, he couldn’t. An and Ren had already left the compound by the time he’d returned from discovering Lin and Huang’s rendezvous. And he wasn’t quite selfish enough to invite both or either of them back from jobs he’d assigned them just so he could get his rocks off.

Hence his current… funk.

Which wasn’t a funk. He was just processing.

And horny. Horny and processing.

“What the hell was that!?”

The man nearly jumped out of his skin as the doors to his room were thrown open by a flushed and sweaty Lin in some rather skimpy lingerie. Following just behind her, with her head bowed, and looking like she wished she was anywhere else was Huang.

Jack just took a moment to admire the sight – and note that the pair had discarded a set of robes just outside his room, which meant they hadn’t walked here like that – before glaring defensively.

“What the hell was what?”

Even as he belatedly said the words, his eyes tracked over to where his microbots were. Microbots that had fortunately returned to pretending to be a wall the moment Lin had burst in. More than that, they must have been aware the two women were coming, otherwise they’d have fallen into the punji trap outside his room.

Or just plain be unable to get past it, given that they were both aware of the thing.

Either way, it was another show of initiative on the part of his machines.

…A show of initiative which ultimately wasn’t his main concern at the moment. No, his main concern were the two rather lightly dressed lesbians that had just burst into his room.

“You ran off!” Lin grunted, crossing her arms imperiously over her petite bosom. “You walked in on two women in your harem going at it and you ran away! What kind of man does that?”

Jack was actually flummoxed for a few moments. This was not the opening he expected. Or maybe it was.

Then he rallied.

“A man with two brain cells to rub together?” he shot back. “It’d take a certain amount of arrogance on my part to see two women going at it and think to myself, ‘hmmm, you know what those two are waiting for? A guy to rock up’.”

Jack knew because he’d had that exact thought once before. Back when he was still a baby gangbanger back on Earth, he’d stumbled across two female gangers who were a little closer than average having a little fun in one of the safehouse’s backrooms.

Naturally, being young, dumb, and full of spunk, he’d assumed the door being unlocked had been an invitation rather than an oversight.

It had not.

Thus, the two women had responded about as well as any couple might after a third party snuck into their room while they were making love and poked one of them in the ass with his genitals.

Frankly, Jack considered himself lucky to still be alive.

Today, he’d been rather proud of himself for not falling into that same trap once more.

“I… that’s a reasonable point,” Lin admitted. “Almost sweet really.” Then she rallied. “But that wasn’t what you were supposed to do! You were supposed to have your manly urges stoked and ravish the pair of us.”

Jack didn’t doubt for a moment that from the way Lin had phrased that line, she was quoting something.

Or someone, he thought as he watched Huang flush a shade deeper as she seemingly tried to physically sink back into the wall behind her.

Unfortunately for her, while she might have had some success in that endeavor with the wall of microbots to Lin’s right, she’d have less success with the solid stone she was currently pressed against.

“Tell him Huang!”

The Imperial Princess froze, her eyes darting between the two other people in the room. Lin waited imperiously, finger tapping against her forearm. Jack waited patiently, giving her a gentle smile.

He didn’t know which she drew strength from, as she deliberately stood up and stepped away from the wall with a regality that suggested that at no point in the past few minutes had she ever been embarrassed by anything.

It was rather impressive really.

“While I would never dare suggest that Lord Johansen acted incorrectly.” She coughed lightly. “He did act in a manner contrary to what most teachings on the subject of enticing a reticent young master suggested he might.”

“See!” Lin said triumphantly.

Huang shot her a look. “With that said, I have known female cultivators who preferred the company of women exclusively – rather than simply as an alternative form of relief.”

“See!” Jack shot back, equally triumphant.

Still, he could see what Huang was getting at. He could well imagine that most of the male cultivators around here wouldn’t have thought twice before diving in. Though to be fair, given the relative scarcity of male cultivators and the value of their seed to sects as a whole, he didn’t think they were wrong to do so most of the time.

He was the outlier here.

“However, I don’t want anyone to be doubting my masculine virility.” Lin squawked as he suddenly stood up and handily threw her onto the bed. “So, how about I rectify my earlier ‘mistake’?”

Huang for her part, made no move to resist as he guided her by the shoulder over to the bed – though the dragon-kin was flushed a deep red. A red that only grew more crimson as he leaned over her from behind, using his massive bulk relative to her own to grip her hands in his from behind, to slide off Lin’s delicate silk panties.

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“Black,” Jack murmured to the village girl. “A surprisingly bold choice.”

Lin, for a change was flushed a bright red, but she did manage to push her lip out with a small huff, her jade green eyes gazed up at him from between brunette locks of hair. “‘Surprisingly?’ I’m beginning to think you don’t know me at all Jack. I’m nothing but bold.”

And, as if to emphasize her point, her legs came up to wrap around Huang’s neck, pulling the blonde into her waiting honeypot.

“I suppose you are and I suppose I don’t,” Jack murmured as Huang, despite her surprise began to lick at her lover’s outer lips with an earnestness that spoke of familiarity. “For one thing, I had no idea you had an interest in other women.”

“I don’t,” Lin said, leaning back into the silk sheets, her voice taking on a delicate tremor as a ripple of pleasure passed through her from Huang’s skilled ministrations.

Jack smiled, as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Current events would suggest otherwise.”

Lin moaned. “That’s the Huang effect.”

“The Huang effect?” Jack chuckled as he slipped out of his robes, enjoying the way Lin’s half-lidded eyes widened as his member bounced free.

“A woman so hot that you’re willing to make an exception.” She licked her lips. “Yating’s got the same thing.”

Jack chuckled again.

You’re both more wrong and right than you know, he thought. Wait, did I just admit that I was attracted to Yating? Because I’m not. I’m straight. Straight as an arrow!

As if to reinforce that fact, he refocused on the vision of femininity in front of him. And as flawed as Lin’s logic was, Jack had to admit that Huang was a very attractive woman. So was Lin, of course, but Lin’s attractiveness was of the mortal variety.

The village beauty kind.

Huang’s was more of the demi-goddess variety. Cultivators were literally unearthly in their appearance. The stronger they were the more that was the case.

And Huang had been very strong indeed, prior to losing her powers.

He enjoyed the way she jumped slightly as he ran a hand along the smooth elastic flesh of her ass.

Yes, there was a reason Shui had taken him at his word when he’d said he wanted her as his concubine.

“And what about you, Huang?” he asked the Imperial Princess. “Are you a fan of the fairer sex or did the little minx rope you into it?”

As much as he was joking, he could admit that he was at least a little concerned that Lin might be ‘taking advantage’ of Huang’s current… confusion in regards to her station in life.

Lin was ultimately a good person, but he wasn’t exactly blind to her faults. Being bossy, opinionated, arrogant and at least a little manipulative when it suited her were amongst the least of the goat-kin’s sins.

“Me?” The girl in question actually had the audacity to sound offended. “She suggested it!”

At those words, Huang finally rose up from her ministrations, wiping her mouth with a long languid lick of her lips that was far more sensual than it had any right to be.

“I said it was not uncommon for women to seek comfort with others. And I did indeed suggest it as a form of mutual relief between us, as well as a means of enticing Master Johansen.” A slow languid smile slipped across her features. “Though even I was surprised by the eagerness with which Lin agreed.”

“I was not- Eeek.” Lin’s words were cut off as Huang dipped down once more.

And given the way Lin was twisting and writhing beneath the other woman’s tongue, Jack had a feeling that Huang was no stranger to ‘mutual relief’ between women.

Grinning, he caressed her ass, luxuriating in the pliantly soft but bouncy flesh. Bringing his cock forward, he started to rub it gently against her slit.

Huang froze for just an instant, then wiggled her ass as she did something that made Lin moan louder than normal. Upon hearing that, she slid her delectably long legs apart just a bit more.

Well, there was no taking that for anything less than an invitation, Jack thought. And it looks like I don’t need to worry about warming her up first.

He had no idea if Huang was still ‘technically’ a virgin, or if her ‘mutual relief’ sessions had involved any form of penetration. Ultimately, it didn’t matter, her time with Lin had left her more than primed for what was to come.

Which was perhaps by design.

Either way, he grabbed his cock more firmly and pressed it against the dragon-kin’s soft outer folds. Slowly, he began to work himself inside.

It was incredible. Tight. Hot. Wet. Her womanhood gripped at him with all the eagerness of a lover’s embrace as he slowly slid into her.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grunted.

Hardly the most eloquent of compliments, but it seemed to do the trick given the way a ripple of excitement that seemed to rush through the body beneath him.

So it was that he slowly began to thrust in and out, sweat trailing down his body from the exertion and the heat that seemed to emanate from the woman beneath him. The sight of it was incredible, the way the gold scales dotted across her lower back glimmered in time with her movements, enticing him to thrust harder and harder.

Something he physically had to fight himself not to do. After months of being the weaker partner in his couplings with An and Ren, he had to remind himself that if he wasn’t careful he could easily harm either of the two women he was with.

It was hard though. Oh so hard.

His shaft felt like steel as he powered into Huang’s soft satiny depths, her moans of pleasure translating through her body and into his.

It didn’t take long for the duo – no, the trio – to find a rhythm, each seeking pleasure in combination with the other. Each egging the other to greater and greater heights. The sights. The sounds. The smells. The sensations. It all felt elevated.

In the end the sight of Lin’s spread eagled form and flushed face as sweat dripped from her sleek elegant breasts sought to push him beyond the point of no return.

Huang was also clearly starting to get there. Her whole body was sweaty and flushed as he relentlessly drove himself in and out of her. Her hips were starting to roll and writhe as he drove her to greater and greater heights.

Yet she never stopped her work on Lin, who had run her fingers through the dragon-kin’s blonde tresses as she almost physically bucked her hips towards the other woman’s questing tongue and lips.

In the end, the mortal girl was the one to pop first.

Lin’s head dropped back, and her spine arched.

"Oh fuck..." she gasped, keening happily as her whole body writhed about on the satin sheets.

Her thighs squeezed together against Huang’s head as she fell back, unconsciously pulling on the dragon-kin’s hair.

Which may or may not have been the trigger for Huang’s own orgasm, as Jack instantly felt her depths clench around his member.

It was certainly his.

He groaned deeply in time with her gasps of pleasure, as he began to pump cum deep into her depths. Hot ropes of cum spurted forth into her, sending spasms of electric pleasure up the blonde’s spine as he gripped her hips with a force that was just short of painful.

It was a surreal moment of orgasmic bliss for all three of them.

And when Jack finally stepped back, his member slipping forth from Huang with an audible pop as dollops of creamy white cum dripped from her steaming pink pussy, she all-but collapsed.

“That was… better than anything the books suggested,” the dragon-kin murmured dreamily.

“Was?” Jack chuckled. “It’s not over yet.”

Indeed, as Huang blearily turned around, it was to see his member once more climbing to full-mast. Because while Jack might not have been a cultivator, his gene-modded body had plenty of stamina available.

Just as he was about to advance on her again though, Lin leapt from the bed, having recovered from her own moment of post orgasmic bliss.

“Wait!” She called, and Jack watched with some amusement as she physically pushed him to sit down on the bed – which was comical in itself given the size difference between them. Still, he let the bossy little mortal do as she wanted.

He also watched as Lin grabbed Huang by the arm, levering her… friend upright.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” the goat-kin chattered excitedly, “but I wasn’t exactly equipped for it. Fortunately, I’ve now got you”

“You ‘have me’?” Huang chuckled quietly, her voice seemingly returned to the confident woman he’d first met all those months ago, as she stood in the wake of a post-orgasmic high. “And equipped for what?”

The second question was almost imperious, but the last syllable had barely left the woman’s mouth before she ‘eeped’ as the mortal girl deftly unhooked the former magistrate’s mammoth bra.

Jack watched as Huang’s breasts spilled from within their confines. He’d always thought they were big, but it seemed that even in little more than delicate silk negligee, he’d underestimated them. They bounced gently as they settled, fighting against gravity to keep their teardrop shape in spite of their heft. Tipped by delicate pink nipples, Jack watched as they deformed under Lin’s hands as the goat-kin pressed the generous globes together.

“Ah,” Huang gasped.

“Yeah, these’ll do nicely,” Lin said smugly as she massaged the other woman’s ample assets, before she guided Huang to her knees in front of him. “We’re going to feed the carp.”

“Feed the carp?” Jack asked with some amusement.

“Feed the carp,” Lin repeated before pushing Huang forward.

In moments, his member was engulfed by warm softness. It was incredible. He leaned back on the bed as Lin watched his reaction with a knowing smile, squeezing Huang’s ample chest around his throbbing member with her hands and rubbing gently.

“Incredible,” he grunted.

Huang flushed and Lin’s grin only grew as a gasp escaped his lips as Lin started to massage his member. She lifted Huang’s breasts up and down, sliding the soft skin across his glans.

Although the goat-kin’s more modest assets meant she lacked the ability to perform the act herself, she definitely knew what she was doing as she used Huang like a doll to tit-fuck him.

For her part, Huang made no move to resist, actively biting her lip at the sensations she was feeling from the combined efforts of her two lovers.

The tightness around his shaft suddenly grew as Lin’s arms wrapped around Huang, crossing her arms in front of them as she embraced the other women. The dragon-kin’s breasts deformed around the other woman’s arms as she squeezed them together with her biceps.

Jack didn’t even have to think about it. He felt his hips moving of their own accord as he began thrusting up into Huang’s incredible cleavage. Lin continued to grin as she held it steady for him, watching with a satisfied expression.

Hell, given how glassy eyed her gaze was, Jack had a feeling she was getting off on it. Though whether it was his pleasure or her puppeteering of Huang, he did not know.

"She feels good, right?" Lin grunted, laying a trail of kisses along Huang’s collarbone. “I mean, have you seen the size of these puppies?” As if to emphasize her point, she shook Huang’s breasts, making the other woman moan. “I thought she’d be all muscular and hard because of her training, but she’s soooo soft.”

Huang gasped as the village girl gripped the blonde’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

“I’m not… soft,” Huang gasped.

“You are, you slutty cultivator. In all the ways that matter,” Lin whispered into the other woman’s ear.

Then she pushed forward, using her right hand to push Huang’s head down. The blonde’s hair fell across Jack’s thighs like a curtain of gold and he jerked as he felt her lips naturally take him into her mouth.

“Oh god,” he grunted as he felt her talented tongue and lips go to work.

She was not shy, despite her submissive behavior otherwise, her tongue teasing the underside of his member as her soft pillowy lips massaged the shaft. Her tongue twisted and curled, licking with an intensity that made him shiver. It was intense, but not rushed. Slow and methodical, as if reciting the dance steps from a book. Her tongue moved from area to area, bathing all of him in its warmth. All the while her soft lips bobbed up and down.

He luxuriated in it, lying back as the demi-goddess worshiped his cock, allowing his orgasm to slowly build under her delicate ministrations.

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Lin suddenly muttered.

Then it was gone, as Huang was all-but thrown off his member.

“What?” the dazed blonde gasped from her position on her side as Lin literally stepped over her to straddle Jack’s thighs.

“You’ve got him all warmed up,” Lin smirked back at her downed friend. “But you already had a go on this big beast.”

Delicate pale hands came down to grip his member with surprising force as the goat-kin moved to position it against her lower lips.

“It’s my turn now.”

This time it was Jack’s turn to gasp as the woman surprised him, dropping down onto his cock without warning. She was wet enough that his penetration was almost frictionless, despite how tight she was.

“You’re definitely not a virgin,” he grunted.

“Nope.” Lin smiled like the cat that had caught the canary, though it was a little strained. Evidently he was a little bigger than she was used to. “Hope you’re not too disappointed?”

“Hardly,” he grunted as he thrust up into her, making her squeak.

People that prized virginity always sounded like people with performance anxiety to his mind.

“Good," Lin muttered, rocking her hips back and forth as she massaged his member within her. “Because I’ve been needing this for a while.”

“Pent up?” Jack laughed.

Her hands came down to settle on his stomach, tracing the steely hard abs there. “Oh, like you wouldn’t believe. Especially with you flaunting this body at me all day everyday.”

She slid up his shaft again, then impaled herself. She kept it up, finding her pace as she fucked herself onto him. It was amusing how light she was; her nubile breasts started to bounce in rhythm with her thrusts, her flesh clapping against his as droplets of moisture formed on both their bodies.

“Damn,” he muttered as she moved, almost dancing atop him.

“Good right?” Lin gasped. “I might not be a cultivator, but I think you’ll find that us mortal women are not without our own benefits.”

He couldn’t argue that. Instead he simply allowed himself to relax as the village girl started to thrust even harder, her hips slamming down on him with speed, if not strength. His member pushed against her tight inner passage as she squeezed away at him, heat and moisture giving the friction a delicious accompaniment.

The miner had to suppress a groan as the little sadist’s fingernails ran across his chest, not strong enough to draw blood but with enough power to add a powerful spice to their coupling.

And Lin was a sadist.

He should have known as much before, but this evening had confirmed it.

"I love the face you’re making,” Lin gasped. “Just like Huang. So big and powerful, but when I have you like this… ugh… you’re under my control.”

The woman’s voice only grew as she spoke, her excitement clearly growing as she lost herself in her own fantasy.

Jack was content to let her have it.

“So big. So strong. And beneath me. Powerless beneath me.”

He felt her shudder, a powerful tremor rolling through her body. She began to move faster, rocking her wide hips back and forth, as her thighs gripped at him with all the force she could muster.

Which was not much.

Still, she gazed down at him with her short damp hair sticking to her face as her tanned body dripped with sweat. Her hands came up to grip his face, as she stared deeply into his eyes.

“I… I…” she tried to get out. “I’m cumming!”

For just a moment, Jack was flabbergasted.

He’d never actually heard someone announce that they were coming quite like that.

Still, Lin shrieked to the heavens, her voice seeming to fail her, cracking as she drove herself onto him. Her inner walls spasmed around him as her fingernails dug into the flesh of his neck.

"Give me everything," she yowled, "pump me full of your cum."

Well, who was he to say no to that?

His erection spasmed and lurched inside her as Lin arched her back as she felt wad after wad of his hot come splash against her most intimate reaches. Her passage squeezed and sucked at him, as if trying to coax more and more of his cum from him as she grinded her hip against his.

Her insides twisted and undulated as she let slip a whine, her delicate abs flexing as sweat dripped down her body, her breasts upturned and pointed toward the ceiling.

Then she yelped as she was bodily shoved off him.

“What the hell!?” Lin cried out from her position on the now rather stained silken sheets of Jack’s bed.

Even as Huang gripped Jack’s still squirting member in an iron grip, she shrugged.

“Now it’s my turn again.”

Jack could only watch as the former magistrate clambered atop his limbs, hands moving to coax his member back to life once more.

A task they succeeded in, before Huang dropped down onto him with the same urgency Lin had displayed.

Lin just watched, mouth agape.

Then she crossed her arms, not quite pouting. “Fine, but the moment you’re done I’m going again.”

If Huang heard her, she gave no indication as she continued to ride him, her silken insides massaging his member.

For his part, Jack couldn’t help but wonder if bedding two mortals might not be the reprieve from being wrung dry he had hoped for.

Still, he gamely gripped Huang’s hips and thrust up into her, drawing a pleasured gasp from the woman. One that was redoubled as Lin slipped around behind her, massaging the other woman’s breasts…