Limitless The Strongest Revenant

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.

Subconsciously, I began to compare the half-naked women around me to the Sirens. None of them had the curves that could beat Bella, Lilly or Liv. Even nearly naked, the Golden Wick Reapers were flat and lacked sex appeal.

Their personalities weren't that impressive either. Unlike Jo, Jas or Robyn, they not only froze at the sight of the undead, some of them were also greedy as hell. My girls, on the other hand, were tough as nails and wore their hearts on their sleeves.

Heck, even the voices of these sluts sounded annoying. Unlike Aki, who reminded me of a Japanese Onee-san type AV actress, these brats all reminded me of whiny teenagers.

Surprisingly, my little brother seemed to agree. Unlike the video call with the Sirens, where he was almost ready to burst. Golden Wick didn't even manage to get an erection out of me.

The girls, who probably all noticed this, made frustrated faces as they started caressing my body. One even took my hand and tried to insert it into her honey pot. Another started licking my fingers like a dog. Another boldly tried to massage my crotch to make my flaccid organ hard.

It was not as if I understood what they were saying. Women in particular have always been desired and valued for their bodies. In times of war and peace, beauty and sex have been the gifts and curses of the fairer gender.

Millions of women have risen from lives of hardship and poverty because of their beauty. But just as many have experienced tragedy and despair because their faces inadvertently bewitched the wrong crowd.

On both Earth and Hellsgate, I didn't see it any different. After all, even though Reaper sex was extremely dangerous, there were still brothels on the battlefront, weren't there? But Golden Wick was a legitimate production guild. Why would they do this?

There was something deeper, and their touches made my skin crawl. I didn't like being dominated by a woman. I invoked death resonance as I nonchalantly asked them.

"What are you all doing?"

The effect of my actions was immediate. Those who touched my body had the worst of it. They all went weak in the knees and fell to the ground. Unable to breathe, they dropped all pretenses of seduction and gasped as if they were being strangled.

Yvonne in particular banged her head on the floor as she prostrated herself.

"Patron! Forgive our disrespect! Please cease your anger against my sisters! We were wrong!"

I thought death resonance was something the reapers used to command people. While everyone except Yvonne was a Wraith, weren't their reactions a bit too much?

When I saw the bloodshot eyes of the girls, I knew I had made a mistake. I rose from my seat and cancelled the death resonance as I walked towards them.

As soon as the girls were able to breathe, they all prostrated themselves on the floor with their foreheads to the ground.

I quickly took the robes they had removed and threw them at the scantily clad reapers. At the same time, I pulled out my medicine bag and threw a {Heal} tablet at those who looked like they were about to die.

Fortunately, only five girls were seriously affected by my death resonance. Otherwise, I would have had to use {Rewind} to get more tablets.

'Mental note: I need to restock more tablets. And other curatives.'

The girls who had eaten the tablets flinched at my touch and prostrated themselves as soon as they were able. I sighed in defeat and returned to my seat.

If Philip walked in now, he might think I was trying to rape this horny lot. As my frustration grew, I almost growled my next question.

"So? Anyone want to explain?"

Yvonne didn't raise her head, but spoke with her face to the floor.

"Patron! Production is going through a massive upheaval right now. Red Moon and Overlord created a network of guilds to fulfill your requests. At Priority 2, their influence has grown greatly due to their contract with you."

"I understand that, but you still have to tell me why you all tried to sleep with me."

A girl on the left said with a trembling voice.

"I... it was our Idea Patron. Unlike Red Moon and Overlord, our guild is only priority 3. Right now, all the guilds are trying to find a way to establish a business relationship with you..."

The Golden Wick Reaper paused, as if she expected me to answer. When I said nothing, another girl continued.

"Dear patron. We believed that if you met with the other Saint Division guilds, you would cancel your contract with us. Currently, our reputation in Production is very poor. If we lose our blessing contract with you, we will be forced to sell ourselves as slaves."

"You what? Slaves? In Hellsgate?" I parroted in disbelief.

Yvonne then spoke in a calm voice

"Patron, there are underground groups that buy reapers as slaves, the main advantage being that their taxes are paid by their owners. Some adventurers and prostitutes in the red light district are slaves."

My face fell in frustration at what I had heard. This was just wrong on so many levels.