Ning Shixuan, hearing that I had another visitor—a woman, no less, and one who brought a beautiful foreign woman with her—abandoned what she was doing for her uncle-in-law in the suburbs immediately and cycled back. Meanwhile, Yun Yao, having finished preparing lunch for the portly Master, also arrived at the office. After brief introductions, constrained by the presence of Zhang Fengzhen and Director Chen, the two women refrained from asking too many questions, though the full measure of their curiosity was evident on their faces. It was clear a lengthy interrogation awaited later that evening.

I addressed everyone: "Now that we are all gathered, and since it’s lunchtime, let’s head over to the Liangshan Grand Hotel for a proper meal. Please forgive the humble accommodations of this small town."

Walking along, Director Chen remarked to me, "Director Zhao, with your capabilities, why are you stuck in such a minor post? Since you have close ties with the Red Dragon, you could certainly be doing something significant for the country."

I quickly explained, "What capabilities do I have? My acquaintance with the Red Dragon leadership came through an introduction from a neighbor's friend's third uncle's maternal uncle's son. We just happen to get along well. Their agreement to help us this time was truly unexpected."

Director Chen dropped the subject of the Red Dragon and continued, "To secure funding for the South Sea underwater archaeology—in our Great Dragon Country, there is no second person with that kind of ability."

I laughed, "My entire job is investment attraction, so securing a few sponsorships isn't a huge deal. Besides, they aren't sponsoring us out of pure goodwill. A significant portion of the future revenue from the Interstellar Archaeology Company will go to the investors."

Director Chen hesitated, "But illegally trading cultural relics is against the law. This matter might be difficult to handle; the government could intervene."

Elena chimed in, "Grandpa Chen, you don't need to worry about the national side of things. Moreover, we have no intention of trafficking relics. Most of what we recover will become part of the private collection of Interstellar Archaeology."

Zhang Fengzhen interjected, "Miss Elena is an American citizen; she might not fully grasp the regulations of our country's relic laws."

Elena replied, "My apologies, Mr. Zhang, but I am a citizen of the Huaxia Nation now. Can't be helped when one marries a descendant of the Dragon. I am perfectly familiar with your nation's relic laws. Rest assured, we have ways to manage things."

As we walked, Ning Shixuan subtly pulled me to the back of the group. While others were preoccupied, she asked in a hushed tone, "Which one is she? Is she the L-cup wife you mentioned? What a stunning foreign girl, and so curvaceous. I'm so jealous. How did you meet a foreign girl?"

Knowing they had both been waiting to ask, I lowered my voice to Ning Shixuan and Yun Yao: "She is the twelfth in line. Her father is an American shipping magnate, but his company has already been acquired by us. Now, my father-in-law is actually working for me. His shipyard is currently dismantling the detained Combined Fleet from the previous engagement; that will fetch a hefty sum."

Ning Shixuan stopped dead in her tracks, aghast. "You—you—you are the mastermind behind the Red Dragon!" People who work in offices read the newspapers. Ning Shixuan was certainly aware of the events unfolding outside. The disastrous defeat of the Combined Fleet in the East Sea battle ended with them surrendering all their warships just to save their lives. Those warships had been left at the Mwenlai naval port but were recently towed to a large American shipyard for scrapping. Though the Americans were pained, for the moment they dared not challenge the Red Dragon again.

Yun Yao quickly covered Ning Shixuan’s mouth. "Little Ning Sister, keep your voice down. No matter who Brother Zhao is, he is still our husband, right?"

Ning Shixuan patted her chest. "Yun Yao, you truly don't understand what the Red Dragon is. For this man to be... well, I won't say more. He is a god; we are mere mortals. I’m honestly afraid he’ll just leave us and run off."

Yun Yao comforted her, "Don't worry, Little Ning Sister, Brother Zhao isn't that kind of person."

Ning Shixuan looked at Elena's spectacular figure ahead. "They are so big. I really worry her body can’t bear the burden. Yun Yao and I combined don't measure up to her size, do we? Foreigners are really something else. Yun Yao, I feel so inferior."

At lunch, Elena insisted on sitting next to me. She had seen our hushed discussions on the way. Taking advantage of the other two girls not paying attention, Elena murmured to me, "Well done, you've managed to snag two more. See how you explain yourself to them when you get home."

I deftly avoided the subject, subtly sliding my hand to the base of Elena's thigh. "After we eat, send them away, and you keep me company."

Elena nodded. "I missed you so much. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have dragged Yuqing along to find you. Eat less; I’ll have a reward for you later."

Glancing at Elena's chest, which seemed ready to burst, I knew exactly what the reward would be. As both of us anticipated what would happen after the meal, my mind wandered, prompting Ning Shixuan to glare at me from time to time. But her captivating, charming pout only intensified my desire. Summer clothing offered little concealment for the telltale bulge beneath, making me terribly uncomfortable.

It was an arduous wait until lunch concluded. Ning Shixuan seemed to sense what was on my mind, pulling Zhang Fengzhen and Yun Yao away with the excuse of urgent work. Elena had her bodyguards secure three rooms; they planned to rest briefly before heading back to the capital in the afternoon to organize the Interstellar Archaeology Company. Director Chen would accompany them. For the foreseeable future, he would remain on the South Sea archaeology vessel, leaving the Provincial Museum temporarily in the care of the deputy director.

The moment the door clicked shut, Elena lunged at me, kissing me fiercely while tearing at my clothes. Soon, both of us were naked, sprawled on the bed. Elena pulled my head toward her chest, and I began my post-meal ritual of 'drinking milk tea.' Her enormous peaks enveloped half my head. As I sucked and kneaded, the milk flowed faster and more abundantly.

Elena moaned, "Darling, you certainly suck more comfortably than they do. I hate your wives; they torment me every night, forcing me to shower several times."

"Who told you that you are the only wife who can lactate? Why don't you stay here instead? I can protect you."

Elena scoffed. "Forget it. You would torment me even more than they do. Playing around occasionally is fine, but doing it every night would exhaust me to death. Besides, Yuqing and I need to head to the South Sea for underwater archaeology. Darling husband, I’m feeling conflicted right now. Should I restore the that part? It feels strange not to have had a baby yet. I’d be ashamed if outsiders knew."

"My opinion is to keep it as is. What do you think?"

Elena laughed. "I knew my lustful wolf wouldn't agree. Alright, for your sake, I'll endure a little more effort. Can you rub my waist for me? Supporting these two all day is tiring. Back home, the other sisters help me rub them. Of course, I offer compensation—free milk supply for them."

I had Elena assume a doggy position, and I gently massaged her slender waist from behind while my little brother thrust deep into her core. With the intense movement, her massive chest swayed wildly in the air. I covertly placed my phone nearby to record, simultaneously recounting stories of intimate moments with my other women to Elena.

Elena particularly enjoyed hearing these stories during lovemaking