Yvonne then made a gesture of stroking an imaginary cock in her mouth. Desire and lust oozed out of her like a succubus. What the hell was going on? Weren't these girls part of Production's Saint Division?
"Oh come now Patron. Someone as revered as you should know how desperate girls can get."
At her words, the girls of Golden Wick began to strip off their robes, all of them wearing naughty lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. Yvonne in particular cupped her breasts as she approached me.
As much as I enjoyed my harem novels, there had to be a standard. If the only requirement to become an MC's wife was a hole and a pretty face. Said standard was pathetic and had no class.
That is why I hated the dick-brained MCs in trash cultivation novels. Sex, with all its benefits, became meaningless when a protagonist would just fuck any hole he could find.
