I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2272 - 1445: Not Fighting Alone!

Let us accompany each other through the worldly dust, live freely and easily, ride horses galloping, and share the prosperity of the world...

Jiang Chen was unaware of how long the bustle at Apang Palace lasted, but he fought deeply into the night last night, all his emotions transformed into burning ammunition, completely vented into the enemy’s body!

In a sense, it was also revenge for the ancestors.

Leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the torn apart lingerie on the bed, and the shredded stockings underneath, Jiang Chen’s expression was calm.

Sometimes, women are indeed the best tranquilizer.

The beauty beside him was still sleeping soundly, lying with her legs wrapped around the man’s thigh, with hair draping over her cheeks, bare snowy shoulders in the air, faintly visible sexy collarbones, and contours of mountains extending downward...

Last night was indeed exhausting.

Although the field was not damaged, only the bull is exhausted, it’s known that even surrounded by beauties, he is remarkably disciplined, disciplined to a terrifying degree, and the energy accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted—

We can only say Miss Fujiwara hit the jackpot, climbing to the heights of ecstasy multiple times last night, and the clothes’ remnants both on and under the bed are a clear testament to Boss Jiang’s formidable combat power.

If careful, it’s clear that he’s quite "insidious."

Fujiwara Reiki was a virgin, she is indeed his first and, as of now, only man, with other women he has always tried to be considerate, yet facing Fujiwara Reiki, when is it not like a general clad in armor, charging forward, firepower full blast, wreaking havoc?

How is that saying?

Someone else’s fiancée, doesn’t it hurt to use?

Now that Fujiwara Reiki keeps herself pure, if, if she marries Wataru Tetsuya successfully in the future, with Tetsuya’s physique, he certainly can’t showcase male prowess, let alone compare with someone.

Male-female love is a crucial aspect of gender relations.

A certain emotional mastermind once said, the best way to conquer a man is through his stomach; while the most efficient way to conquer a woman is by conquering—

So.

When Miss Fujiwara faces the soft Prince His Highness, how could she not recall the distant strong, handsome lover from The East?

Hence, logically and reasonably, even if they "break up" in the future, someone would likely remain an eternal concern for the Princess—

A thousand years ago.

Pan Jinlian committed adultery, was it merely because of Lord Ximen’s power and status?

Women are different from men.

Women may first be attracted by a man’s appearance, wealth, status, but what truly makes her fall will always be a man’s most primal capability.

Jiang Chen, lost in thought, retracted his mind, turned, only then did he pick up the glass of cold water on the bedside table and gulp it down.

"Gulp."

The close-contact, intimate demoness inevitably stirred awake by his actions, eyelashes fluttered, eyes opened, first expression was a broad smile to him, then squeezed even tighter.

"My Lord worked so hard last night, why not sleep a little more."

No wonder so many emperors were misled by female charm.

Having such a beauty beside you, who would want to get out of bed.

"It’s not early."

Outside the sun was blazing.

Almost midday.

"I truly wish to be with My Lord forever, until the end of the world."

Fujiwara Reiki, unheeded lesson, lay on the man’s legs, refusing to separate, completely unaware her voice was already a bit hoarse.

Jiang Chen did not respond verbally, only reacted with actions, as he placed down the cup and reached under the quilt, grasping that frenzy-inducing softness pressed against his leg for a firm squeeze.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Reiki frowned, exclaiming, not inciting pity, but instead igniting a fierce impulse to ravage.

"Just knowing pain is good. Don’t think you’re as hard as iron."

Fujiwara Reiki raised her face, "Then is My Lord iron-made?"

"..."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt anxious for Prince His Highness, based on earlier interactions, the Prince’s appearance was not the robust and healthy type, marrying such a demon, surely longevity is out of the question.

"Do not provoke a man in bed."

"Or what?"

Fujiwara Reiki, fearless.

Jiang Chen turned his head, looking at the beauty nestled in his arms, "Even though gender structure differs, how many men can a woman truly deal with?"

For an ordinary woman, hearing such words would likely result in a confrontation, even as a joke, but she is Fujiwara Reiki, capable of allowing Jiang Chen to be unrestrained, releasing negative emotions and the darkness within.

"Would you bear it?"

She lightly nipped at Jiang Chen’s chest, then extended her tongue, swirling.

"After all, you’re not my fiancée."

Look at that.

What nonsense!

It has to be Miss Fujiwara taking charge.

Completely opened up Boss Jiang’s horizons.

Boss Jiang leaned back leisurely against the headboard, that demon hand shifted terrain, roaming down to the highlands.

Better than living immortals.

Worldly pleasures are none too different from this.

"Does My Lord think I can leave you? Rest assured, no man will touch me. My body, only My Lord has the privilege to enjoy."

If all the women in the world had her skills.

Then those selling aphrodisiacs would go bankrupt.

Even Jiang Chen found himself momentarily out of control, his reaction precisely captured by her.

"My Lord... want more?"

Want it or not, is that even a question?

At this stage, who cares about a damned veneer of gentlemanly conduct.

"Whoa!"

The quilt was suddenly thrown open.

The scattered remnants of lingerie rained down.

The expensive golden pear wood bed began creaking violently.

Time unknown.

The redwood bed restored to calm.

On the bed, Fujiwara Reiki’s face as red as blood, hair all drenched with sweat, gasping, limp all over, seemingly unwilling to move even a toe.

In contrast, the formidable Boss Jiang, though also drenched in sweat, sat upright on the bed, clearly still vigorous, awe-inspiring!

Like drinking.

Drinking depends on one’s state, sometimes making it through, sometimes vomiting after three glasses.

The bed inherently is an enticing demoness, not to mention stacked with the homeland buff.

The real reason Boss Jiang flourished was not merely sheer discipline, but more profoundly because he wasn’t alone.

Carrying the dignity of a nation!

Empowered by the will of millions of men from Shen Zhou!

Not fighting alone!

Undoubtedly.

He lived up to the trust, thoroughly demonstrating the valor of a Chinese man!

"Take a bath."

"I, I can’t move."

The beauty, weak and powerless.

Finally pleading mercy.

"Ah~"

Jiang Chen turned a deaf ear, amid her exclamation, scooped her up in his arms, stepped off the bed, and headed to the bathroom.

"I was wrong..."

Fujiwara Reiki patted the man’s shoulder, but was met only with the mercilessly closed bathroom door.