Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 345: Hmm, Can I Join? (R-18)

Chapter 345: Hmm, Can I Join? (R-18)

Ash reappeared, still shirtless, now surrounded by his women, their expressions tinged with surprise yet slowly giving way to something far more primal.

Before, they couldn’t grasp much, but after reaching the Peak Hyperversal equivalent, their perception had deepened.

To add to that, Creara had conjured a projection for them.

Every Layer, every severed thread, each new infinity revealed by the Weaver — everything Ash had become — unfolded before them in sharp, surreal detail.

The women stood in a loose circle around him, still surrounded by the endless void. Sylvie was the first to break the silence, her voice soft and almost reverent.

“…Master, you’re just ridiculous… I mean, who even knew there was more than one infinity?”

Madison let out a low, shaky laugh, her claws retracting as she ran a hand through her hair.

“That guy was strong as hell too… but watching you dominate him like it was nothing…” she said, her eyes flashing with something else.

“Such things turn me on….”

Ash smiled at her words. “That’s… music to my ears, you know?”

Seraphiel rolled her eyes at the comment, though she secretly felt the same as Madison.

Aeloris stood with arms crossed, her white silk robes still immaculate despite the chaos she had caused earlier. Her green hair drifted slightly, as if stirred by an unseen breeze.

“So, what’s next on the to-do list of the Origin himself?” she teased. “In just a day or two we’ve… lost a bet… destroyed the Higher Realm… and killed the creator of this place?”

She chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. “Quite the adventure, I’d say.”

Katherine smirked as she stepped closer to Ash, her hand reaching out to trace a finger along the black-and-red tattoos on his bare chest.

“I… think Master needs a reward after such a battle~,” she whispered, clearly moved by his show of strength.

With a playful wink at Aeloris, she added, “Next, we take a break… and have a little fun, of course.”

Morgana Nox stood a little apart from the rest — bronze skin gleaming, a midnight silk scarf hanging loosely over her frame, long black hair spilling around her bare feet.

She observed the scene with keen fascination before releasing a low, amused laugh. From the heat radiating off these women and Sylvie’s words, she quickly connected the dots.

“Hmmm, mind if I join?” Her dark crimson eyes fixed on Ash, her smile curling slow and dangerous.

“Eh? Is the Ancestor here forgetting about the bet?” Elysia teased as she appeared on Ash’s shoulder.

Morgana raised a brow at the sight of the spirit, but instead of looking surprised, she took it in stride like always.

“Oh, come on… after everything I’ve seen, I’m sure he’ll win anyway.”

Ash smiled but shook his head. “Sorry, not this time,” he said, surprising the others.

He only shrugged. “You’re just a clone right now… and I don’t do clones. Literally.”

Morgana stared at him for a long moment.

“So… just pick me up firs—”

“NO!” Sylvie cut in, wrapping her arms around Ash. “Let’s go, Master… we won’t need long.”

“Haha, well, a man can’t deny his wives, right?” he chuckled, and before vanishing, glanced at Morgana. “You can watch us have some fun though~”

In an instant, they vanished into the Sacred Dimension. The shift was effortless—one breath in the empty void, the next in the well-known halls of the Palace within the Sacred Dimension.

—–

The place was the same as it always had been, one massive bed covering the entire floor. When they appeared, Ash was in the center, — still shirtless, tattoos shifting lazily across his torso.

As he looked at everyone, he had a thought. Then with a wave of her hand the bedroom changed.

In a heartbeat, a sprawling, steamy bathhouse took shape around them as the bed disappeared.

The floor gleamed with smooth black onyx streaked with gold.

At its center lay a massive circular pool—lake-sized, its crystal-clear water faintly aglow and warmed to perfection.

Ash stood at the pool’s edge, golden eyes drifting over his six companions as they appeared in a loose circle around him.

“Well, let us clean up properly~” he said and in the next moment Sylvie moved.

Her white-green hair cascading down her back, green eyes smoldering.

She reached him first, pressing her body flush against his, hands sliding up his bare chest as she rose on tiptoe to kiss him deeply—slow, hungry, tongue sliding against his with practiced seduction.

“Master…” she breathed against his lips, voice low and dripping with need. “Fufufu… Let us do the cleaning~”

Aeloris leaned in softly from his left, her touch light as a feather while her lips trailed along his shoulder, strands of green hair grazing his skin.

Seraphiel… well she other than Lithia… loved pleasing him with her mouth the most.

She dropped to her knees at his feet, sinking into the water as she reached for the waistband of his pants.

Katherine circled behind him—pressing her lips to the back of his neck while her hands roamed his chest, nails scraping just enough to sting.

Rune and Madison flanked his sides…. two women who loved to bring a challenge to the bedroom.

Ash exhaled—low, satisfied—and let them undress him completely. His pants vanished in a flicker of a thought from Seraphiel.

His cock—already hard, thick, flushed—sprang free, heavy and ready.

And the women moaned in unison at the sight.

“My… gosh,” Morgana muttered from the side as she watched his cock in all its glory.

Ash smiled and gave her a playful wink before turning his attention back to his women.

“Looks like someone was just as pent up as we are~” Seraphiel said as she licked her lips. And as she began licking his shaft slowly with her tongue, tracing every vein with needy little flicks.

Sylvie wasted no time joining her.

She sank gracefully into the shallow water, the warm water lapping at her thighs as she wrapped one hand around the thick base of his shaft, holding him steady while Seraphiel worked the head.

Her green eyes never left his as she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from base to tip alongside Seraphiel, savoring every ridge, every vein.

“Mmm… Master’s cock always tastes so damn good,” she purred, voice husky, before taking the swollen head into her mouth with a soft, wet slurp.

She sucked gently at first—lips sealed tight, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles—then slid deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed inch after inch until her nose brushed his abdomen.

Gluck… gluck… gluck…

The sound echoed softly over the water, it was… obscene and intimate to say the least.

“Ugh… Ha, Lithia has some competition I see,” Ash said roughly as his hands caressed both of their heads, fingers threading through white-green and black-red hair while they took turns sucking the tip and licking his balls.

Seraphiel whimpered needily, while her hand stroked him in slow, worshipful pulls.

Pop!

“Mmh~”

Sylvie pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head, only for Seraphiel to dive in immediately—taking him deep with a muffled moan, throat fluttering around him.

Madison, however, had waited long enough.

With a low growl she approached, assertive and impatient, she placed both of her hands on Ash’s chest and pushed.

He let her—amused— Ash sat down, now laying on the wide ledge and before he could say anything, Madison climbed onto him—straddling his face in one fluid, predatory motion.

Her thighs clamped around his head like a vice—and she ground down without hesitation, smearing her wet folds across his mouth and nose.

“Eat,” she growled, voice thick with command and need. “Fucking eat me, like I’m the best dish you ever tasted~”

Ash’s hands came up instantly—gripping her hips, pulling her down even harder as his tongue plunged inside her.

Schlick—slurp—

He devoured her with slow, deliberate strokes—tongue curling against her walls, lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard enough to make her buck and moan.

Madison’s head fell back—claws digging into his shoulders for balance—hips rolling in greedy circles as she rode his face like she was claiming territory.

“Yes—fuck!”

Below, Sylvie and Seraphiel never paused.

Sylvie took him deep again—throat working around him in slow, rhythmic swallows—while Seraphiel lapped at his balls, needy whimpers vibrating against his skin.

Aeloris knelt beside them—gentle hands stroking Ash’s thighs, kissing along his abdomen, soft whispers of praise brushing his skin.

Katherine moved at his side—biting his neck, whispering “mine” over and over while her fingers teased his nipples… even as Madison rode his face.

Rune knelt on his other side—kissing along his hip… And just like that, the bathhouse filled with wet erotic sounds— of slurps, moans, growls, and the soft splash of water against skin.

Ash’s tongue worked faster inside Madison—curling, thrusting, flicking her clit with relentless precision—until she moaned wildly with a guttural cry, thighs clamping around his head, flooding his mouth with her release.

“AHH Fuuuck—!”

She shuddered through it—hips jerking—before finally lifting off, legs trembling as she knelt beside him again, panting.

“Ugh… Def..initely one of the best I’ve tasted m..y little beast goddess

He reached down — fingers threading through Seraphiel’s black-red hair and Sylvie’s white-green strands.

“Fuck… I’m cumming!”

The two women reacted instantly — perfectly in sync.

Pop!

Sylvie and Seraphiel pulled off his cock and their lips were already glistening, tongues extended as they pressed their faces together cheek-to-cheek right in front of him.

Their eyes — green and needy, black-red and pleading — locked on his as they opened wide, tongues flat and ready.

Ash groaned — deep, primal — and came hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock in heavy pulses, painting across both their waiting tongues, splashing over their lips, cheeks, chins, and the bridges of their noses in messy white streaks.

“Ahhh, paint me more Master~”

“Mmh~”

“Don’t forget to share with each other~” Ash said as he smirked.

They moaned together — as they tilted their heads back slightly, letting the thick seed drip down their faces while their tongues slowly swirled against each other, sharing every drop they could catch.

Sylvie licked a thick strand from Seraphiel’s cheek — then leaned in and kissed her deeply, tongues tangling, cum smearing between their lips in a filthy, intimate exchange.

Seraphiel whimpered into the kiss — her hands clutching Sylvie’s shoulders as she melted into it.

Ash watched — golden eyes dark with satisfaction — his cock still twitching, still hard, glistening with their combined spit and his release.

Sylvie finally broke the kiss with a thin string of cum and saliva connecting their lips for a heartbeat before snapping.

She turned her head slowly — green eyes glinting with teasing mischief — and looked straight at Morgana.

The Nosferatu Ancestor stood a few paces away — still wrapped in her midnight silk scarf, bronze skin gleaming under the lantern light, long black hair pooling around her bare feet.

She hadn’t moved.

She hadn’t spoken.

She had simply watched — dark crimson eyes burning, lips slightly parted, breathing just a countless times heavier than before.

Sylvie rose gracefully from the water — water sluicing down her naked body in rivulets — hips swaying with deliberate seduction as she approached Morgana.

She stopped inches away — close enough that Morgana could smell the cum still clinging to her skin.

Sylvie tilted her head, white-green hair falling over one shoulder, a wicked little smile playing on her cum-smeared lips.

“Want a taste?” she purred, voice low and teasing. “There’s plenty after all~”