Chapter 107: Month 5, 5, 5, 4, and 1 Pregnancies!

Chapter 107: Month 5, 5, 5, 4, and 1 Pregnancies!

It has been two weeks since my high-stakes meeting with the Fire Birds Leader, Daniel Feng. While I am currently leaning my bare back against the cool shower wall, getting an absolutely amazing blowjob, I find myself thinking back on the wild events that led me directly to the crazy lifestyle I am now leading!

Mary, Nadia, and Nichole have officially reached their fifth month of pregnancy, with Hana successfully reaching her fourth month. I am incredibly nervous, excited, and trying to brace myself to become a father next year, but who am I kidding? I am absolutely not prepared for this!

Fortunately, Victoria, Mei, and Tina are all diligently on the pill and not yet ready for a baby, actively wanting to stagger my fatherhood a bit so I don't completely lose my mind. My sex life has been a bit much lately, and I am glad for a few weeks that my pill poppers are on their periods to finally let me get some actual sleep at night.

Everyone on the outside thinks running a big harem is magical, but when you actually have this many women to please, it can quickly feel overwhelming. Thankfully, my girls don't need sex all the time and genuinely like just being held close. My System only gave me knowledge, not a body of pure immortality or infinite erection time.

So, what was the exact deal Nadia and Nichole made with Mei behind my back? Simple, Nichole joins Nadia on Mondays to give Tuesdays entirely to Mei, but in return, Mei has to handle the Law Class Research and daily note-taking for the twins during the day. It is actually incredibly smart, and Mei is more than happy with the arrangement. So Monday is a double night in Nadia's room with the twins, and Tuesday is strictly Mei's night now.

Victoria, completely not caring what her older sister Kimberly thinks of her actions, is now regularly staying in our new shared bedroom on Friday nights, since she goes to the high-end spa on Saturdays anyway. She is very happy to live away from the Velvet Tower at least one day a week. Me, Mei, and Victoria are now actively cooking Friday night meals together for the whole family, while the maids just handle setting up the table and doing the dishes, which lets me practice more advanced Cooking skills.

And the last big piece of news before I get back to what is currently making my mind go nuts involves our business ventures. Harem-Chat has finally gone live nationwide, and the very first commercials went out with some direct creative input from me. I told Gretta Yang through Lucy to have a man with a group of upset women nagging him looking absolutely sad, then to show him giving his wives Harem-Chat, and finally show how he is now happy with his wives loving on him. I thought of my last Earth's commercials when I came up with that concept. But there was a twist!

Last weekend, Lucy had the production team use me for the commercial with a few supermodels acting as my fake harem! Thank God for Acting Basic!

So now, completely unknown to the general public, the actual owner is starring in the very first commercial! Mei and Mercy both watched those models like absolute hawks that day, or honestly, I think they looked more like hungry vultures. At first Gretta Yang was not going to use me at all, but Lucy told her I work for food only, so she tried me out and when she saw my actual acting ability, she was thrilled and said she would definitely use me in other major events in the future.

Now there is less than a week left until it is time for Lucy, Victoria, Mei, and Mercy to join me on the love boat, or rather, the Death Boat. The whole round trip will take two weeks in total. Now that I have confirmed the major things from these last two weeks, let me get right back to this amazing blowjob!

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! With my back pinned against the wall and warm water running steadily over our bodies, I stare down into Mercy's intense blue eyes as she watches my every facial expression, carefully studying what I like and what I don't. The very day after my meeting, my personal maid, Mercy Mu, did not use two soapy hands to clean out my morning wood. No, she knelt straight down on the shower floor and started to give me a very inexperienced blowjob completely out of nowhere.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! And for two whole weeks, she has mindfully been perfecting her fellatio, treating it like a master martial artist would treat fighting.

My hands gently caress her head and wet hair as she works. She has been purposefully avoiding anything else than this, acting like she is only seducing me with this one daily activity. And the worst part about it? I can't wait for my exercise routine to end just for shower time. She has made me constantly think about her because of this one thing.

"Mercy, it will be soon," I gasp out, gripping her shoulders.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! The first two times she swallowed it, she coughed and made an absolute mess, fortunately we are in the shower, but now she is getting remarkably close to Hana's skills. Mercy then cleans me up erotically, and I strongly believe she is watching adult movies on her off time because some of this new stuff is incredibly kinky.

Mercy rinses her mouth out in the running shower water, then without needing to be told, she hands me the soapy sponge to clean her body while she cleans her own front. As I wash her skin under the spray, I ask again for like the fourth time, "Mercy, are you sure this is all you want? I can do the same for you if you like?"

Mercy shakes her head, looking up at me through the steam to tell me again, "Not yet Master. First, I am perfecting my ability to make you happy before I indulge in carnal pleasures. Second, I want to only do more when I know beyond a doubt, what I feel is love not lust. Don't look sad Master. It will be better for both of us when my heart is fully yours."

As I wash her back, I slide my hands to her firm flat belly, washing it from behind as I ask, "So what made you decide on that, Mercy?"

She turns around to face me, my arms now wrapped around her back as her bare chest touches mine. She looks up and tells me the real reason.

"I am waiting, so I know it is not because of your father saving me. I only want to give you my everything, when it is you I am giving it too. I do have feelings for my Master, but I want them to be stronger. That is why I do this for you everyday, so you know I want to, but need you to wait for me. But if you ask me too, I will not refuse."

I give her a warm, naked hug, leaning in to tell her directly in her ear, "No, you are worth waiting for, so take your time. I will not rush you, just find your heart."

I do not see her smile against my shoulder. She admitted to me much later that she was secretly waiting for me to fall in love with her. She was already ready, but wanted me to just take her when I could no longer resist her, and one day it finally happened exactly the way she hoped.

Soon the last few days passed peacefully, and the night before our planned trip had come. We will pick up Victoria and Lucy at 4 am Saturday morning to get to the ship and board for the 9 am set-off. But right now, I am dealing with a last-minute happy crisis!

Blarg! Blarg! With my left hand I am holding Linda's beautiful hair back, while patting her back with my right hand. Thankfully, I am now a Morning-Sickness Grandmaster and know exactly how to comfort the barfing women in their misery.

"Linda dear, our baby is telling you it is happy to be in your belly. So hang in there sweetheart. Let it out, great job!"

I happened to come into the room at the right time to give Linda a kiss goodbye, but the exact moment she fully awakened, the nausea hit her like a truck. Mary had also come into the room due to her sometimes not sleeping well, looking down to tell Linda, "I will tell the maid to get you a clean bucket to keep by the bed for emergencies. It helps to not run in these big ass rooms, fufu. And don't worry Linda, it only lasts around 3 months, then the stupid craving hits you."

Linda, seeing Mary's smug smile, wants to say her words are not helping at all, but talking absolutely sucks for her right now. Yes, my other wives are all safely past morning sickness, but managing their crazy cravings is a completely different kind of hell.

"Don't worry Linda, when Mary had cravings for dirt she thought life would end, but when I told her her body only wanted cleaned potato-skins, she avoided going into the garden, ha-ha!"

Mary remembers her dirt-craving phase and shudders at the thought. Thank goodness for potato-skins! Then I look over and say, "Then there is Nichole's Sloppy-Joe cravings, Nadia's pickles cravings, then finally Hana and her Rare Steaks cravings!"

Linda, hearing us go on and on about food, keeps retching over the bowl, while Mary and I wink at each other for the perfect conversational assists! We are absolutely evil.

Finally, after I got Linda cleaned up and tucked safely back in bed, my maids came to grab me. Mary climbed into bed right next to Linda to help her if she gets another sudden vomit urge. Then Zoe drove us out in the Tang-Limo, ensuring we won't have to leave a car at the docks for two weeks.

Soon, while it was still completely dark out, Victoria and Lucy were picked up from their designated spot. After putting their bags securely in the trunk, the two women boarded the vehicle.

Mercy and Mei, sitting in front of the bar inside the cabin, just gave me sudden looks of pure amusement, and I couldn't blame them. Why? Because I was currently sitting on the main back seat with Vicky pressed against my left side and Lucy squeezed right up against my right.

Feeling the tight squeeze, I cleared my throat and asked, "Don't you want a little more room on the other big couch, Lucy?"

Lucy, bundled up in a stark winter white jacket, looked at me dumbly as she adjusted her seat, countering smoothly, "Did you forget? You are my bodyguard for this trip! Plus you're warm, so no, I am most definitely more comfortable here. Shy? Am I bothering you, Rick?"

I think my lip was actively twitching in response, but Vicky just reached across to pat my arm, reassuring me with a dry chuckle, "Don't worry, it is only a half hour drive, plus she is married. So don't act like a maiden, Rick."

Hearing that made me think back to a hidden truth, because this woman had previously only admitted to me in private that she had no actual husband.

She merely told everyone else she had one to keep people away, even going so far as to pull out fake pictures whenever people asked. No, Lucy was not even in those pictures, and I am pretty sure they were just pre-packaged sample photos bought along with the wallet itself!

In hindsight, I really should have been suspicious much earlier, especially when I first opened her refrigerator in her office and found that everything inside were things I specifically liked. The light beer, cold pizza, chocolate pudding cups, whisky, and Coke were all my exact preferences.

Yes, I did not see the obvious signs. No, whenever someone is that obsessed with you, you never actually notice the danger until you're literally hiding in a bathroom stall, in the total dark, with your feet pulled up and holding your breath to stay hidden. I distinctly saw that exact scenario play out in an anime once!

Breaking my train of thought, Lucy reached into her winter coat and handed all of us a palm-sized mouth breather, explaining, "Here, these are emergency mini-air-tanks with ten minutes of oxygen if you breathe slowly, it can be used underwater if need be, but it will help if gas comes."

She then reached back into her pockets to hand everyone another item, this one a lipstick-sized case packed with thin white test strips.

"Just place this into food or drink and compare if it has color to the chart on the case, to see what toxin or drug is in it. It will stay white if it is safe and takes only 5 seconds to determine what is in it. Dont let them see you testing."

And just like she was the cartoon character Doraemon pulling infinite gadgets from a magical pocket, she pulled out even more goodies for the group!

She handed us all little black waterproof notebooks that were completely filled with recorded times, upcoming events, and what specific tricks were planned and when for us.

"I suggest reading this now in-case they put cameras in our rooms. I recommend reading them inside a closet if you forget things, so they don't know what we know. I got really good information on Chuck Ben and the Ace-Team."

Victoria immediately scrunched her eyebrows in deep disgust as she read through the pages, focusing on a section detailing how he plans on using a laced, factory-sealed bottle of wine, and how he insists we toast over dinner on the first night.

Seeing the trap laid out, I reached into my coat and handed Victoria an official-looking doctor's note that Hana had drafted for us. She read through the text and laughed out loud, leaning back against the seat.

"Alcohol has a severe reaction to my seasick pills?! Nice Rick, good thinking. And she got another Doctor to write it."

I leaned in closer, pointing my finger directly to the big, bold old birth control part listed at the bottom of the medical form, prompting her to look up as she asked, "Rick, why is that important?"

"Because if he in his mind raped you he would only get purity and no chance for his baby, plus he will question why you are on it and look at me. Chuck will probably disgust himself in his mind."

Victoria handed me back the note, her expression turning incredibly charming as she playfully teased me, "Then I will just tell him I can't drink due to being pregnant."

I was so thoroughly taken inflexible from dealing with all of my pregnant wives and just leaving a barfing Linda at home, that I didn't realize she was fucking with me and Chuck at the same time!

Poke! Poke! Mei suddenly moved in front of me cutely, leaning across the gap to poke my cheek while grinning like a maniac at my frozen, stunned expression. Vicky giggled at my blank face and said, "Husband dear, did you forget my period, sigh?"

I forced a rough cough, desperately trying to play it off even though every single woman in this limo knew I was completely full of shit, stammering, "Just showing what Chuck Ben will look like, hah-aha?!"

The rest of the drive was quiet, just the five of us reading the little books to prepare for our upcoming mission like a team of trained super spies.

Soon our limo pulled into the Western Docks, an expansive port area belonging strictly to the Long family businesses, where the massive Ben cruise liner was waiting to take its maiden voyage out to sea and deliver us to our one-week stay at the Long Island Resort.

The sun was finally rising over the water as we took our bags out from the trunk and loaded them onto a nearby luggage cart. Zoe gave a respectful nod, climbing back behind the wheel to take our limo back home to the wives so it wouldn't sit at the port.

For the ship portion of the trip itself, I am only carrying my father's Beretta M9A4 equipped with a suppressor, along with one Assassin's Affection shotgun loaded with specialized rubber slugs.

My heavier weapons are safely packed deep inside my main bag, and Victoria had already securely sent her primary security team to the island last week along with my Sniper Rifle. Their active job is to spy on the Ace-Team for us ahead of time. Victoria currently has two Master Level fighters working completely undercover there, right under Chuck's arrogant notice, acting as a second secret layer of defense just in case things hit the fan.

Both Mei and Mercy are carrying one 9-mm pistol each, complete with screw-on suppressors. They are strictly using rubber bullets for this leg of the journey, because firing real ammo inside the steel corridors of a ship is bad for everyone involved due to bouncing bullets.

We checked in our main bags, which were extra protected with electronic fingerprint locks and biometric security, so good luck to anyone trying to mess with our shit while we are away.

With our bags officially sent ahead of us to our cabins, we all walked up the gangplank together to board the vessel. Well, it was actually a high-tech luxury escalator, but whatever, it served the same purpose. After showing our tickets and official identifications to the ship staff, we were let onto the deck. Then, the moment our feet hit the polished wood, we heard an incredibly annoying man's voice cut through the sea breeze.

"Vicky! Good to see you safely arrived."

Chuck Ben stepped forward, looking a bit visibly disappointed to see that Victoria was fully dressed in heavy, puffy winter clothing that completely hid her curves and physical assets from his lustful eyes. Yup, she was doing it entirely on purpose, since she will only wear the good stuff for me at night, and I absolutely love her for it.

"Hello Mr Ben. Good to see you are enjoying your new ship," Victoria replied, her tone perfectly professional and entirely cold.

"Well it is named after the most successful business woman, and beautiful as well."

Okay, I was completely over this guy already, stepping into his line of sight to break his stare as I said to Victoria, "Mrs Long, I think we should get you secured and safely to your room, the trip is long and we can socialize at sea and on the Island."

Victoria smiled brightly at my words, thoroughly enjoying the fact that I explicitly called her Mrs Long rather than Miss Long. I think Chuck hadn't even caught the subtle implication, mostly because his arrogance forced him to only hear half of my words anyway. She turned back to him and said, "See you later Ben, my security wants me to move."

He forced a tight smile, stepping closer as he offered, "Then let me take care of you to your cabin, Vicky."

I stepped right between them, holding up our boarding tickets and the printed ship layout to taunt him openly, "Thanks, but no thanks, your company kindly gave us maps of the ship, and we know where it is, thanks Ben, see you later."

He called out to Victoria really fast, his face tightening as my constant interference completely forced him right out of his smooth groove, shouting, "Vicky, tonight I have reserved a table in the fine-dining restaurant on the upper-deck for us, please come and eat a meal with me."

"Then I will bring Lucy and Rick along, see you then," Victoria answered smoothly over her shoulder.

We turned to walk away, leaving him standing there on the deck. I could tell he was desperately trying to say it was supposed to be a private, two-person table with romantic candlelight, but his brain completely short-circuited as he realized his plans were being derailed by a certain bodyguard, his thoughts screaming, Fuck Rick Lee!

"And who the fuck is, Lucy?!" Chuck muttered under his breath, glaring at our retreating backs as we headed toward the cabins.