CHAPTER 384: FLESH BOMB TANK (1)

On the other hand, although these rules exist, Derick himself does not enforce them strictly, especially when it comes to addressing him. He doesn’t really mind whether someone calls him "master," "lord," "daddy," or any other special title they prefer. In fact, sometimes using certain titles can even earn extra points.

However, many women in the Punishment Department are fervent followers of Derick, and they do not tolerate any mistakes. Punishments are usually unforgiving for even minor errors.

Many have been punished for issues related to how they address Derick, but as long as it’s not a major sign of disrespect, the punishment is generally not too severe.

Derick’s teasing made Joy feel both shy and delighted. His affectionate actions couldn’t help but make the young girl feel a sense of happiness. Even though she had been by Derick’s side for five years, Joy still seemed like the naive little girl from the beginning, eager to be a good and obedient maid by his side.

"Master~"

The beautiful girl’s eyes were misty as she softly called out to him, a tone that could melt anyone’s heart.

"Alright, be good and go back to continue watching the battle!" Derick patted Joy’s head.

As the young maid’s eyes twinkled, she gently grasped Derick’s still very hot penis, feeling pleased that he didn’t resist. She obediently led the way in front of him.

Leading with the master’s penis in hand, the two returned to the presidium. The traces left behind from Derick’s intercourse were also cleaned up by the maids. As for the piano girl Xu Jiao, who had fainted from the encounter, she had been carried to the side.

Although Derick had given her a chance, it was her own fault for not being resilient enough. In this kind of situation, every woman was vying to be close to Derick, hoping to stay by his side a little longer, as it represented more opportunities.

The competition may not necessarily lead to victory, but if one can win the favor of the master, it is another way to climb to a higher position.

"What’s the second competition project?" Derick asked.

"In the master’s opinion, the second competition project should be the Flesh Bomb Tank!" someone replied.

"Flesh Bomb Tank? What is that?" Derick looked puzzled, and before Joy could explain, Angelica covered her mouth.

"Shh... don’t say anything. You’ll find out soon enough. Maybe you’ll even want to join in," Angelica said.

Hearing this, Derick became even more interested and decided not to ask further. Instead, he sat on the throne, enjoying the service of the maids.

With one arm around each of two beautiful girls, Joy, his personal maid on the left, and An Rúshuǐ, a former showgirl, on the right, Derick suddenly remembered this beautiful girl who had almost been forgotten.

An Rúshuǐ, held in his arms and blushing shyly, had a different kind of elegance and shyness compared to the other women.

It was not an act, but a genuine shyness.

This was quite normal, as the women in the sub-base had not experienced the open atmosphere of the main base, so their personalities naturally differed.

Initially, these showgirls who entered Order would inevitably appear somewhat uncomfortable and shy, but as they became more familiar, they would shed their youthful appearance and transform into various seductive temptresses.

Of course, there were also those who were naturally introverted and conservative, but were influenced by the atmosphere of the main base.

Derick welcomed this diversity. He always enjoyed nurturing the diversity of women, as it provided him with a wider range of choices, rather than a uniform group of seductive temptresses.

Moreover, the School of Sexual Techniques was not just a place for teaching sexual skills and knowledge.

Overall, many of the teachings in the School of Sexual Techniques were specifically tailored to serve Derick, the master.

Including but not limited to serving the master, cooking, household chores, dressing, bathing, massage, and so on. Perhaps they may not be needed, but they will definitely learn, cultivating them to be more versatile.

Furthermore, the School of Sexual Techniques will establish a special class for female virtues.

The female virtues class, as the name suggests, is specifically for cultivating and training young girls in learning how to cultivate female virtues, such as the Confucian principles of obedience and moral conduct.

Before the apocalypse, it seemed that many men criticized the Confucian principles for hindering the development of women’s rights and suppressing female thoughts. However, when you see a beautiful and exceptional beauty kneeling in front of you, speaking in a submissive and gentle manner, any man’s chauvinism will instantly swell.

But I digress!

Now, An Rúshuǐ, who is currently being embraced by Derick, appears to be a very gentle and virtuous beauty with a gentle and watery temperament.

Although she may not appear as sexy or seductive as other women, and may not have an exaggerated exceptional figure, she also does not serve people.

At least when Joy is embraced, she skillfully teases Derick’s desires, or occasionally massages him with her tender breasts.

On the other hand, An Rúshuǐ, like a wooden puppet, stiffly embraces Derick, appearing awkward and comical.

However, she does give off the impression of a gentle first love, a virtuous wife and mother, the kind of woman who would obey her husband’s every word.

More importantly, An Rúshuǐ’s appearance bears some resemblance to Angelica.

Although the two have significant differences in temperament, physique, appearance, and status, the resemblance to her sister is An Rúshuǐ’s greatest advantage.

Joy leans on Derick’s shoulder, smiling sweetly, obediently placing her master’s hand on her chest, then using her soft breasts to press against his body, rubbing against him while intentionally or unintentionally caressing Derick’s sensitive area between his legs.

The beautiful girl’s eyes seemed to be staring at An Rúshuǐ, and she couldn’t help but think.

How could the master bring a wooden puppet by his side, especially at a time like this? Could it be that the master occasionally wants to change his taste? Or is it that this little wench used some tricks? Hmph, as dumb as a pig, can’t even serve the master, yet she still wants to stay by his side. Joy couldn’t help but feel some annoyance towards An Rúshuǐ.

Perhaps towards her own sisters, such as Valda, Gina, who are also personal maids, Joy wouldn’t have any feelings of dislike. When facing other mistresses, Joy naturally wouldn’t dare to. It’s just that when facing this newcomer, who is so ignorant, Joy couldn’t help but feel some dislike.

However, Joy wouldn’t reveal these thoughts in front of the master, just teasing him more and more boldly.

"Should we send her to the School of Female Virtues? It seems interesting. The recent developments at the School of Sexual Techniques’ Female Virtues class seem quite promising."

Derick was thinking about the arrangement for An Rúshuǐ in his mind and didn’t notice the actions of the personal maid.

As he was thinking, the twin beautiful hosts on stage picked up the microphone and started introducing the second program.

Derick looked up and gazed at a runway in the audience area.

This runway was not the one used for the previous running competition, but rather one resembling a race car track, just narrower and with white lines painted around it.

After a few bell chimes, the event continued.

From the backstage on both sides of the stadium, a series of very unique combat vehicles were continuously rolled out.

Why are they considered unique? Well, these combat vehicles are about one-third the size of a regular car, resembling toy cars in appearance and having relatively simple structural designs.

However, that’s not the most important part. The most crucial aspect is that the power driving these combat vehicles seems to come from beautiful women lying on top of them.

Derick had previously seen some Japanese adult variety shows where similar vehicles were featured. In these shows, a naked woman would be lying on a small car, and a man would be behind her, thrusting into her private parts or anus, using the thrusting power to drive the vehicles in a race.

Generally, the faster the thrusting, the faster the vehicle would be driven, so in order to win, one had to thrust aggressively, much like operating a pile driver.

The whole scene was incredibly lewd.