The Conquerors Path Chapter 986 - 984-Good Girls Needs Rewards.

I pondered this thought. As I've mentioned earlier, my ultimate subtle aim is to gradually transform this world into the future version of Earth that I know and cherish, brimming with endless entertainment and thrilling activities. Achieving that vision demands a long-term strategy, so I'll pursue incremental steps until it's accomplished.

Introducing these cozy and novel garments marks only the initial phase. At present, the attire hasn't gained widespread appeal yet. Currently, the entire initiative with these dresses is operating on a modest level, bound to expand over time and proliferate. For now, my efforts concentrate on marketing within this city and shortly the entire nation, the realm of Nivachi.

Among the wealthiest human nations, it thrives at the heart of trade. Positioned firmly on the human territories, one of my primary headquarters resides here. Regardless, shifting fashion styles like this will demand adaptation, and it won't prove simple to adopt, so I'll proceed gradually. Moreover, I'll design them in ways that even nobility will adore donning these outfits.

Thanks to the system supplying me with materials, acquiring designs and essentials to forge the tomorrow I envision poses no challenge. Presently, beneath concealed operations, I've set up numerous divisions crafting innovations that will jolt the world upon unveiling. And so far, progress flows smoothly, with funds serving merely as a tool toward greater ends.

Gazing at the eager expressions of Eira and Luminara, I gave a nod of approval, though my face turned more solemn. "And the special project? The one involving the blend of advanced illusion magic and precise mechanical optics? Is the 'unique assignment' finished?"

The pair shared a glance brimming with victory. Eira advanced toward a bulky item in the room's corner, concealed under thick purple velvet.

"Master, you tasked us with seizing time itself. You urged us to transcend the fixed page and ephemeral existence," Eira murmured. She yanked the fabric aside.

Underneath rested a streamlined, ebony-finished apparatus. A enormous glass lens dominated its front, buffed to flawless clarity unknown in this realm. At its core lay a spinning cylinder of "Memory-Crystals"—mana-responsive jewels able to capture visual information.

"Behold," Eira declared, her tone quivering with thrill. "The Aether-Projector."

"We've followed your directives precisely," Luminara elaborated. "We brought on three Mages expert in Illusion and Light. Rather than spells that dissipate, we've devised a method to 'imprint' the illusion onto sequences of slender, silver-nitrate-treated glass sheets. The machine spins them at twenty-four frames per second, illuminated by a focused mana-ray."

"We dubbed it Project Phantasmagoria," Eira supplemented. "We've finalized the inaugural 'Moving Picture.' It's a ten-minute portrayal of a particular brief tale. We trialed it on a handful of ordinary folk and gatherings. Master... half collapsed upon witnessing a carriage 'advancing' at them on the display. They mistook it for a genuine lavish magical spectacle."

I rose to my feet, approaching the projector. My fingers brushed the chilled, dark exterior. This marked the dawn of Cinema. In a realm where crowds fixated on tomes and diversions consisted solely of roaming circuses or dull lectures, plays or operas, I'd just forged the supreme instrument for widespread influence and amusement.

"The business plan?" I inquired, my thoughts already plotting theater networks.

"We've discreetly assembled performers under utmost confidentiality. Scenes are under preparation, and per your wishes, we're scouting and instructing directors capable of managing this, along with top scriptwriters to tweak the drafts you've supplied slightly."

I inclined my head in agreement at her statement.

"We've commenced transforming our storage facilities into 'Cinema Halls,'" Luminara responded. "We withhold the projectors from sale—we peddle the admissions. We dominate the capture, the spread, and the exhibition. We can reshape opinions on conflicts, rulers, or deities in just ninety minutes of 'amusement.'"

"Excellent," I murmured. "You've surpassed mere task completion. You've handed me the gaze of the entire world."

I faced them once more. Eira's ears continued to flicker, her gaze flicking to mine with a yearning for praise. Luminara held her posture rigid, her bosom rising faintly as she awaited my ultimate verdict.

"Both of you have surpassed what I anticipated," I stated, a gradual, wolfish grin creeping over my features. "And I recall vowing a prize for such... outstanding devotion, correct? A prize befitting the scale of your triumph."

The room's vibe shifted in an instant. The accounts book shut, the projector whirred softly aside, and the atmosphere thickened with another form of eagerness.

Their elven ears quivered with fervor and intense longing. Plenty remained to discuss and handle, yet foremost, the moment arrived to gratify these two devoted women laboring tirelessly for me. Additionally, I harbored some personal turmoil to unleash. This presented the ideal chance.

"Gulp." ×2

The duo's swallows from the elves appeared endearing to me as I lifted from the chair, my sight fixed on them while posing the evident query.

"I'm assuming you've ensured the area is emptied, leaving only us here?"

Flushing, the pair dipped their heads. I'd detected it upon entry, but savoring the tease of these women appealed more, for to outsiders, they embodied the enterprise I founded, admired and sought after by countless, a pair of formidable figures revered globally.

And here they stood before me, quaking like bashful maidens. Hence, in moments, I positioned myself near them, their eyes gleaming with want, their elegant, extended elven ears shivering amid a rosy tint on their faces.

"Then guide me to the chamber. Time to properly compensate you both."

My declaration sent shivers through their forms briefly as they glanced mutually then at me. I grinned, advancing to envelop them in a hug, drawing them near, causing their frames to quiver while I breathed.

"Rest assured, even sharing me, I'll ensure you each receive topmost attention. Besides, I'd enjoy witnessing who pleases me superior."

Those words ignited rivalry between them instantly, as I sensed their stares clash. Yet I dispersed the notion swiftly, my palms gliding along their spines with gentle caresses, descending to their rears where I claimed firm holds of their buttocks.

Their ample rears filled my grasp perfectly, the plush warmth palpable. I commenced kneading them leisurely as their bodies shook further, the flush intensifying on their visages while I uttered.

"Come along, let's proceed."

Their figures clung to mine, my hands still fondling their rears, as we departed the conference area and traversed the corridor to reach a chamber that they, rosy-cheeked and silent, unlocked, permitting our trio to step inside, my fingers persisting in toying with their buttocks en route to an opulent, splendid sleeping quarters boasting a mattress spacious for at least ten.

"Seems you're thoroughly ready."

I jested with that remark on their readiness, and their responses only heightened my arousal and eagerness. The space epitomized extravagance—crimson velvet curtains veiled the panes, revealing a stunning vista through expansive glass overlooking the nocturnal splendor, hurling elongated shades over the enormous bed commanding the area.

Layered with satin linens and cushy cushions, vast enough for ten, yet this evening it belonged solely to us. The scent wafted of jasmine blended with sandalwood, a soothing mix, likely from incense they'd kindled beforehand to kindle the ambiance, though now it mingled with their potent arousal's fragrance, dense and alluring, stirring my manhood within my trousers.

No grounds for grievance, given my prolonged teasing leading to this.