The Bandit Chief's Wife

The North Courtyard was the most refined area in Black Wind Stronghold.

Three independent wooden houses were arranged in a triangular formation. In front of the houses were small, stone-paved courtyards with some flowers and even a miniature rock garden with a fish pond.

Compared to the other rough buildings in the stronghold, with their rammed earth walls and imposing fortifications that exuded a strong bandit aura, this place was simply a secluded paradise.

Lin Mo strode towards the largest wooden house in the center. Just as he stopped, Liu Lao Liu's voice came from behind him.

"My Lord, everything is as you commanded. Everyone has been gathered in the main hall."

Liu Lao Liu bowed, his voice full of flattery. "A total of seven madams and thirteen maids, not a single one missing. They are all waiting inside."

Lin Mo nodded slightly and pushed the door open.

The main hall was spacious, about thirty feet square.

The floor was paved with bluestone slabs, and several calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls. While not particularly valuable, they added a touch of refinement to this mountain bandit den.

At this moment, a dense crowd stood in the hall.

At the forefront were seven women dressed in various colored skirts, ranging in age from nineteen to twenty-six. Each was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had a graceful figure.

They had clearly put in effort to dress up, with light makeup on their faces and their hair styled in various updos, adorned with gold and silver hairpins.

Their silk dresses shimmered softly in the hall.

But what truly caught the eye was their attire.

Perhaps to "welcome the new master," these women were wearing rather... revealing outfits.

The necklines were low, exposing a expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage.

The sleeves were made of semi-transparent gauze, faintly revealing the outline of their slender arms beneath.

The skirts had high slits, offering tantalizing glimpses of their long, fair thighs.

The seven women stood in a row, varying in height and build, like a beauty pageant.

Behind them stood twelve maids dressed in matching light green tunics, who were even younger.

They were also pretty and delicate, currently standing with their heads bowed and hands clasped in front of them.

Lin Mo stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the expanse of fair skin, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing.

And the dozen or so clones following behind him...

"Gulp."

Someone, somewhere, swallowed audibly.

Then—

"Holy shit... they're huge!"

"Is this... heaven?"

The consciousness link instantly erupted.

[Lin San: Lord! This, this... this is too much of a good thing?!]

[Lin Wu: The one in the red dress! Her chest is at least a D! No, an E! I bet it's E!]

[Lin Qi: The second one on the left! Those legs! Those tits! I could play with them for a year!]

[Lin Shi: The little maids in the back aren't bad either! So pure and lovely!]

[Lin Shi Yi: Lord! Please assign us! Please bestow upon us! We are all you! If we enjoy it, you enjoy it!]

[Lin Shi San: Right, right! Lord, give one to me!]

[Lin Shi Wu: I want the one in the blue dress! She looks like she's from a good family!]

[Lin Shi Qi: Bullshit! The blue dress is mine!]

The consciousness link descended into chaos, filled with arguments about "dividing the women."

In reality, the dozen or so clones froze in place, their eyes fixed on the beautiful women in the hall, their breathing growing heavy.

In the main hall, the women had clearly noticed the scorching gazes.

A few of the younger maids flinched and retreated.

A woman in a blue dress, appearing to be in her early twenties with a gentle demeanor, unconsciously pressed her legs together, a blush of shyness creeping onto her cheeks.

Even more awkward!

As Lin Mo's lower abdomen grew warm watching the sensual scene before him...

More than ten clones simultaneously experienced an erection.

The scene was, for a moment, quite spectacular.

Lin Mo caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, his lips twitching fiercely.

He used the consciousness link to reprimand them sternly, "All of you, get a grip! Aren't you ashamed!"

[All Clones: Lord, can you blame us?! You yourself are also...]

Lin Mo glanced down and saw his own slightly swollen manhood. His old face flushed, and he coughed dryly, "...In any case, let's handle the important matters first."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the lustful thoughts in his heart, and strode into the main hall.

Liu Lao Liu quickly followed him in and cleared his throat, "Esteemed ladies, this is the new village chief! Hurry and pay your respects!"

The seven wives and twelve maids heard this and all knelt down in unison.

"This concubine pays her respects to the Lord."

"This servant pays her respects to the Lord."

Their voices were soft, sweet, and syrupy, making one's bones feel weak.

Lin Mo walked to the main seat and sat down, his gaze slowly sweeping over the women kneeling on the floor.

Up close, he could see even more clearly.

These women were indeed all stunning beauties.

What was particularly striking was their figures. Perhaps Zhao Tieshan and the others had similar tastes.

These seven wives were all of the full-chested, slender-waisted, voluptuous type.

Their silk dresses clung tightly to their bodies, outlining their curves.

The one in the middle, wearing a red dress, was about twenty-three years old, with an oval face and alluring eyes. Her chest seemed about to burst through her clothes, practically spilling out.

The one on the left, in a blue dress, was in her early twenties. She had a cool demeanor, like an orchid in a secluded valley, but the slit of her skirt revealed legs so white they were dazzling.

The one on the right, in a pink dress, looked the youngest, with a baby face and large eyes, appearing utterly pitiable...

Seven women, seven different charms.

Lin Mo was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "You may all rise."

"Thank you, my Lord." The women rustled as they stood up, still with their heads bowed, not daring to look up.