The Bandit Chief's Wife

As the most refined area in Black Wind Stronghold, the North Courtyard was exceptionally elegant.

Three separate wooden houses stood in a triangular arrangement. In front of them were small stone-paved courtyards planted with flowers and grasses, and there was even a tiny rockery and fish pond.

Compared with the other rough buildings in the stronghold, with their rammed-earth walls and unmistakable bandit character, this place was practically an isolated paradise.

Lin Mo walked to the largest wooden house in the center. The moment he stopped in front of it, Liu Lao Liu's voice came from behind him.

"Sir, following your instructions, I gathered everyone in the Main Hall."

Liu Lao Liu bowed, his voice full of flattery. "There are seven Madams and thirteen Maidservants in total. Not one is missing. They're all waiting inside."

Lin Mo gave a slight nod and pushed the door open.

The Main Hall was spacious, roughly ten zhang square.

Blue stone slabs covered the floor, and several calligraphic works and paintings hung on the walls. Though they were not particularly valuable, they still added a touch of refinement to this bandit den.

At that moment, a dense crowd stood inside the hall.

At the very front stood seven women dressed in skirts of various colors. They ranged in age from eighteen or nineteen to twenty-five or twenty-six. Every one of them had fair skin, beautiful features, and a graceful figure.

They had clearly dressed up carefully. Their faces were lightly powdered, their hair arranged in various styles, and gold and silver hairpins adorned their buns.

The silk skirts they wore gleamed softly beneath the hall's light.

But what drew the most attention was their clothing.

Perhaps to "welcome their new master," the women's dresses were all rather... revealing.

Their necklines were cut low, exposing expanses of snow-white skin and deep cleavage;

Their sleeves were made of translucent gauze, faintly revealing the outlines of their lotus-like arms;

The skirts had high slits, through which their long, fair thighs appeared and disappeared.

The seven women stood in a row, their heights staggered, their figures varied and alluring. They looked practically like contestants at a beauty pageant.

Behind them stood twelve Maidservants in matching pale-green ruqun, all somewhat younger.

They were also fresh-faced and pleasing to the eye. At that moment, they stood with lowered brows and docile expressions, their hands folded in front of them.

Standing in the doorway, Lin Mo's gaze swept over the expanse of pale skin. His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

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

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed first.

Then—

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

"Fuck... Is this heaven?"

The Consciousness Link instantly erupted into chaos.

[Lin San: My lord! This, this, this... These benefits are way too good, aren't they?!]

[Lin Wu: The one in the red dress! She's at least a D cup! No, an E! I'm betting on E!]

[Lin Qi: Second from the left! Those legs! Those breasts! I could enjoy myself for a year!]

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

[Lin Shi Yi: My lord! Please assign us one! Please reward us! We're all you! When we enjoy ourselves, it's you enjoying yourself!]

[Lin Shi San: Exactly, exactly! My lord, give one to me!]

[Lin Shi Wu: I want the one in the blue dress! She clearly comes from a respectable family!]

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

The Consciousness Link descended into a noisy uproar, filled entirely with arguments over "dividing up the women."

In reality, the dozen or so Clones had all frozen in place.

Their eyes stared straight at the beauties in the hall, and their breathing grew noticeably heavier.

The women in the Main Hall had clearly noticed those heated gazes as well.

Several of the younger Maidservants shrank back in fright.

A blue-robed Madam who looked to be in her early twenties and had a gentle, graceful air instinctively pressed her legs together. A shy blush spread across her cheeks.

What made things even more awkward was that—

As Lin Mo gazed at the alluring scene before him and felt a faint warmth in his lower abdomen...

More than a dozen Clones simultaneously raised tents.

The scene was spectacular for a time.

Lin Mo caught sight of it from the corner of his eye, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Through the Consciousness Link, he scolded in a deep voice, "All of you, keep yourselves under control! Aren't you ashamed?"

[The Clones: My lord, how can you blame us for this?! You're no different yourself...]

Lin Mo lowered his head and glanced at his own slightly raised little brother. His old face reddened, and he coughed dryly. "...In any case, let's handle the proper business first."

He drew a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts stirring in his heart, and walked into the Main Hall.

Liu Lao Liu hurried in after him and cleared his throat. "Ladies, this is our new Stronghold Lord! Why haven't you paid your respects yet?"

Upon hearing this, the Seven Madams and twelve Maidservants all dropped to their knees.

"This concubine pays her respects to Sir."

"This servant pays her respects to Sir."

Their soft, sweet voices rose and fell one after another, making the listener's bones go weak.

Lin Mo walked to the seat of honor and sat down, his gaze slowly sweeping over the women kneeling across the floor.

From closer up, he could see them even more clearly.

These women truly were all stunning beauties.

What stood out most was their figures. Perhaps Zhao Tieshan and the others had shared tastes.

All seven Madams had full chests, slender waists, and voluptuous figures.

Their silk skirts tightly wrapped their bodies, outlining their curves.

The one in the red dress at the very center was about twenty-three or twenty-four. She had an oval face and peach-blossom eyes, while her chest nearly burst through her bodice, ready to spill out;

The one in blue on the left looked a little over twenty. Her air was cool and aloof, like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, yet the long leg revealed through the slit in her skirt was dazzlingly fair;

The one in pink on the right looked the youngest. She had a baby face, large eyes, and an appearance that inspired immediate pity...

Seven women, seven different charms.

Lin Mo was silent for several seconds before slowly speaking. "All of you, rise."

"Thank you, Sir." The women rose amid a rustle of clothing, still keeping their heads lowered and not daring to look straight at him.