妻子的诱惑

Chapter 400 Thrash Talk Inside The Headquarter!

Inside a cavernous hall within the structure, eleven thrones of pristine white marble hovered weightlessly in the air, each positioned at varying elevations. The first throne, the highest, occupied a place of honor, while the remaining ten were scattered below. Eight of these thrones were currently claimed, and they were not occupied by just anyone; they were held by four women and four men, all of dwarf stature.

With rapt attention, they observed video footage of two figures, Damien and Alexander, entering a spatial portal suspended in mid-air.

"Ah, so this giant is the newcomer, Alexander," intoned Jagoi, perched upon the Fifth throne.

The four ladies couldn't help but blush as they admired Damien's composed and sophisticated countenance. Pickrum, seated on the 8th Throne, boldly declared, "Sisters, restrain your desires. This young man belongs to me."

"Hmph, you're deluding yourself," Ruthella, ranked eleventh, retorted with a disdainful snort.

Laughter echoed in the hall as Rashmimita, the ninth in rank, chimed in, "Hahaha, these two muscular ladies. I'm sorry, but you both need to abandon your fantasies. A man of this caliber deserves a lady of stature."

"You small boobies!"  Both Pickrum and Ruthella exclaimed with indignation. "Cease your prattle, you modestly endowed pair!"

Rashmimita responded with an impertinent sneer, delicately squeezing her medium-sized bosom from both sides. She retorted, "Who dares to suggest that my breasts are lacking? In truth, their proportions are flawless, proudly perky. When they balloon to excessive dimensions, much like yours, they tend to droop and sway, reminiscent of the careless looseness often associated with immodest individuals."

"Enough with your bickering, you two," scolded Olivia Quinelly, the third in rank, in a refined tone. "Our three esteemed brothers are silently mocking us. Pickrum and Ruthella, have you forgotten our prohibition against romantic entanglements among us?"

Ruthella averted her gaze, while Pickrum whispered, "That rule applies only within the confines of our headquarters."

Olivia corrected her gently, "We are within the headquarters now."

She then turned to Rashmimita, who had turned away in displeasure, and added, "And you, Rashmimita, do not fret. Size is inconsequential."

Hearing her words, the other three men in the hall couldn't contain their laughter, except for Luther, the Second in Rank. Rashmimita glared at each of them, silencing their mirth instantly. She huffed, seemingly disappointed with Olivia, who was held in high regard by all present.

"Oh, dear Rashmi, please understand me. I'm complimenting you. In terms of size, we're almost in the same league, unlike those amply endowed individuals," Olivia remarked candidly, inadvertently eliciting another bout of hysterical laughter from the three men. She turned to them and added, "Gentlemen, let's be candid here. I've had my fair share of experiences, and I can confidently say that size matters in a way completely unrelated to our bust size. What do you say, brother Jagoi?"

"You're absolutely right," Jagoi responded confidently, winking playfully at the beautiful lady. However, his confidence took an unexpected turn as he felt her eyes discreetly assessing his nether regions.

"Hmm, about three and a quarter inches. So, that's where your confidence comes from," Olivia teased Adam impishly. The other two men joined in with jeers, realizing that she had discreetly checked their dimensions as well. "Oh my goodness, please forgive my impudence, but the largest among you measures just four inches. So, sister Rashmi, can I still say that size doesn't matter?"

Rashmimita decided to match Olivia's boldness and declared, "I can't speak for you, second big sis, but size definitely matters to me. I don't consider engaging with anyone who falls short of seven inches, whether they're flaccid or not."

"Seven inches? That's minuscule!" Pickrum and Ruthella chimed in unison, though inwardly, they were merely poking fun at the men.

The three men, their faces turning various shades of green, couldn't help but sneer inwardly, thinking, "What a brazen discussion." As dwarves themselves, they knew the slim chances of finding men exceeding those dimensions. The virgin ladies' candid discourse on men's intimate proportions left them mildly amused.

Olivia shifted her gaze towards the last man seated on the 2nd throne, who had been closing his eyes throughout the exchange and looked down inquisitively. Sensing her intense scrutiny, Luther cleared his throat twice, prompting the lady to shyly avert her gaze. A subtle smile crept across her face, an observation that did not escape the watchful eyes of the other women. They leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. Rashmimita whispered in her ear, "Second Sis, you must share. We have a Sister pact."

The ladies exchanged hushed words amongst themselves until Olivia abruptly shifted her tone, completely departing from her earlier playful demeanor. "They have arrived. Return to your designated positions," she reminded them in a stern tone.

All eight members turned their attention to the virtual 3-D image suspended in the air, witnessing Alexander's warning and the ensuing conversation. Silence reigned as they each formed their initial judgments about the newcomer. Their collective sentiment leaned toward skepticism.

"Too weak," Jagoi opined, a sentiment echoed by the other two men, Rogger, and Drax, who also shook their heads in disapproval.

Rashmimita, Pickrum, and Ruthella shared in the disappointment. "What a letdown! This young man won't make the cut," they lamented.

While Luther remained in meditative silence, his lack of comment suggesting a lack of enthusiasm, Olivia harbored a contrary opinion that she kept to herself. "With this level of strength, he could dispatch a Juvenile Shadow Fiend in the blink of an eye. Intriguing! I'm eager to get to know you better, Mister Damien Darhk," she murmured softly, her interest piqued.