I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2272 - 1445: Not Fighting Alone!

Together, we'll traverse the mortal dust side by side, dwell carefree and unbound, charge forth on galloping steeds, and relish the world's grand riches...

Jiang Chen had no idea how long the revelry at Apang Palace persisted, yet he battled fiercely straight into the depths of night yesterday, converting every surge of passion into blazing firepower, utterly discharged into the opponent's depths!

In a way, it counted as payback for his forebears too.

Resting back against the bedhead, eyeing the shredded lingerie strewn across the sheets and the ripped stockings beneath, Jiang Chen kept a composed face.

At times, women truly serve as the finest sedative.

The stunning woman next to him slumbered deeply still, her legs coiled around the man's thigh, tresses cascading over her face, naked shoulders gleaming like snow in the open air, alluring collarbones peeking subtly, with the peaks of twin hills trailing downward...

Yesterday's exertions had been truly draining.

Though the battlefield stayed unscathed, the warrior alone grew weary—it's said that even amid a harem of beauties, his self-control remains ironclad, to a frightening extent, until that pent-up vigor finally exploded—

One must say Miss Fujiwara struck gold, soaring to peaks of bliss repeatedly last night, while the clothing scraps above and below the bed stand as vivid proof of Boss Jiang's overwhelming prowess in combat.

Upon closer look, his approach was rather 'sneaky.'

Fujiwara Reiki had been a pure maiden; he stands as her inaugural—and currently sole—man, whereas with others he's always shown restraint, but against Fujiwara Reiki, it's like a armored general storming ahead, guns blazing at full throttle, leaving total devastation?

What's that phrase?

Another man's fiancée—why hold back in using her?

Since Fujiwara Reiki preserved her chastity, should she wed Wataru Tetsuya down the line, given Tetsuya's build, he'd never display true manly vigor, much less rival a certain someone.

Romance between man and woman forms the core of relations between sexes.

A famed love sage once declared, conquering a man works best via his belly; but subduing a woman most swiftly happens by dominating—

Thus.

When Miss Fujiwara encounters the gentle Prince His Highness, how can she avoid reminiscing about that mighty, dashing suitor from the East?

Therefore, all too naturally, even post a potential 'split,' this figure would probably linger forever in the Princess's heart—

From a millennium past.

Did Pan Jinlian's affair stem solely from Lord Ximen's might and rank?

Females differ from males.

A woman might initially draw near for a man's looks, riches, or standing, yet what seals her devotion forever is invariably his rawest masculine power.

Jiang Chen snapped from his musings, shifted over, and only then grabbed the bedside glass of chilled water, downing it in big gulps.

'Gulp.'

The seductive temptress in such intimate embrace got roused inevitably by his moves, her lashes trembled, eyes parted, flashing him a wide grin first off, before clinging even closer.

'My Lord toiled so fiercely last night—why not rest longer?'

Little surprise countless emperors fell prey to feminine allure.

With a ravishing beauty like this at your side, who'd dream of rising from the sheets?

'It's getting late.'

Blazing sunlight poured in from outside.

Nearing noon already.

'I yearn to stay entwined with My Lord eternally, till the world's very end.'

Fujiwara Reiki, heedless of repercussions, sprawled across the man's lap, loath to part, oblivious even to her own voice turning raspy.

Jiang Chen offered no words in reply, merely acted instead—setting the glass aside, he slipped a hand beneath the covers to seize that maddeningly plush curve molded to his thigh, kneading it hard.

'Ah~'

Fujiwara Reiki winced with a cry, stirring not sympathy but a savage urge to plunder.

'Feeling the ache now? Don't fancy yourself unbreakable as steel.'

Fujiwara Reiki lifted her gaze, 'Is My Lord forged from iron, then?'

'…'

Jiang Chen abruptly pitied Prince His Highness; from prior encounters, the Prince wasn't the sturdy sort, wedding a siren like this spelled certain shortened lifespan.

'Never tease a man while in bed.'

'And if I do?'

Fujiwara Reiki showed no fear.

Jiang Chen glanced aside at the enchantress curled in his embrace, 'Gender builds aside, just how many males can one woman handle for real?'

Any average lady hearing that might spark a row, even in jest, but Fujiwara Reiki endured it all, letting Jiang Chen unleash freely, purging his inner shadows and frustrations.

'Could you endure it?'

She nipped softly at Jiang Chen's chest, then let her tongue dance across it.

'You're no fiancée of mine, after all.'

See that?

Pure drivel!

Miss Fujiwara truly took the initiative.

Broadened Boss Jiang's worldview entirely.

Boss Jiang reclined lazily back against the headboard, his naughty hand changing course, venturing toward the peaks below.

Surpassing even celestial fairies.

No mortal delight can rival this bliss.

"Does My Lord believe I would abandon you? Fear not, no other man shall claim me. My body is yours alone to savor."

Were every woman blessed with her prowess.

Vendors peddling aphrodisiacs would shutter their doors.

Even Jiang Chen briefly lost his composure, his every twitch keenly noted by her.

"My Lord... desire more?"

As if there's any doubt about wanting it?

Now, pretense of gentlemanly decorum be damned.

"Whoa!"

Abruptly, the covers were flung aside.

Shreds of lingerie cascaded down like confetti.

The lavish golden pear wood bed started groaning fiercely.

Time blurred into oblivion.

The redwood bedframe settled into silence.

Fujiwara Reiki sprawled on the sheets, cheeks flushed crimson, locks matted with perspiration, heaving breaths, body utterly spent, loath to budge a single toe.

Yet mighty Boss Jiang, sweat-slicked as well, perched bolt upright, brimming with stamina, utterly commanding!

Much like booze.

Tolerance hinges on mood—one night you power through, the next you're retching after three shots.

A bed tempts like a seductive siren, amplified by that national pride boost.

Boss Jiang's triumph sprang not just from iron will, but deeper still—he had comrades in spirit.

Shouldering a country's honor!

Fueled by the resolve of Shen Zhou's millions of men!

No solitary battle here!

Without question.

He honored their faith, embodying the unyielding spirit of a Chinese warrior!

"Time for a bath."

"I... I can't get up."

The ravishing beauty, drained and helpless.

At last, crying for quarter.

"Ah~"

Jiang Chen ignored her plea; with her gasp echoing, he swept her into his embrace, left the bed, and marched toward the bathroom.

"I was wrong..."

Fujiwara Reiki feebly tapped the man's shoulder, confronted only by the bathroom door slamming shut without pity.