Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

In the end, she could only squeeze out a dry syllable from her throat.

"……it is good."

Upon returning to the manor, Su Hui did not rush to leave.

Su Hui's two objectives for this trip—to find Saran and to obtain a new world anchor point—have both been successfully achieved.

But he wasn't in a hurry to leave immediately; instead, he decided to stay there for another night.

He needed to give Angela, and the women of the estate, some time to process and accept their changing fate.

Following Su Hui's advice, Angela informed the estate that everyone needed to relocate to New York.

The news immediately caused quite a stir among the female survivors who were used to a comfortable life.

"Leave here? Where to go?"

"We're living perfectly well here, why should we leave?"

"That man...who exactly is he?"

Saran Johnson contacted Claire immediately.

Her icy blue eyes were fixed on her friend, her expression serious.

"Claire, do you know this man named Su Hui? How is his safe zone different from the places we've been to before?"

Saran harbors a deep-seated unease about the so-called official safe zones; the darkness and corruption of those places were precisely the reason she chose to leave.

Claire looked at the wariness and worry in her friend's eyes, but her expression remained unusually calm.

“They are different.”

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

“New York…is now entirely Mr. Su Hui’s territory.”

"There are no officials there now, nor are there any shady deals, because everything... follows only the will of Mr. Su Hui."

"Under Mr. Su Hui's order, the strong will be respected, and the weak... will be protected, rather than becoming food to be plundered."

Saran believed Claire wouldn't lie to her, but the words she heard left her in a long silence.

There are no checks and balances, no rules, only a supreme dictator.

This might sound more terrifying than those corrupt official institutions, but from another perspective, if the dictator is powerful and just enough, it might be the most reliable order in the apocalypse.

Claire's words quickly spread throughout the entire manor via Saran's mouth.

In an instant, all the women's gazes toward Su Hui changed.

It was a more complex emotion, awe, curiosity, and even... a hint of secret anticipation.

What terrifying strength and power does a man possess who can single-handedly build a city of new order in the apocalypse?

That evening, to comfort people and to bid farewell to the home they had lived in for so long, Angela hosted a grand farewell dinner.

The bonfire blazed brightly, and the aroma of food mingled with the melodious music, yet it could not dispel the sadness of parting and the uncertainty of the unknown in the air.

“Angela, you should thank me.”

Su Hui, holding a wine glass, walked straight to Angela, who was sitting alone in the corner, and sat down next to her.

"I have given you and your followers a better future."

Angela looked up. Tonight, she was wearing a beige long dress that perfectly accentuated her mature, voluptuous curves. Her long golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid charm.

Looking at Su Hui, the resentment and bitterness that had been building up in her heart, fueled by alcohol, transformed into a reckless courage.

"Really? Then I really have to thank you properly."

She deliberately emphasized the last few words, picked up her wine glass, clinked it against Su Hui's without showing any weakness, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down her throat, quickly giving her fair cheeks a beautiful blush.

Su Hui simply smiled and drank a glass with her.

The atmosphere at the banquet quickly became lively.

Merlin had somehow found a bottle of fruit wine, and nestled in the corner of the soft sofa, sipping it slowly. Before long, he was drowsy and mumbled that he wanted to sleep. His long, silvery-white hair spread out, making him look like a lazy yet noble little cat.

Eve, on the other hand, completely let loose, pulling the expressionless 2B next to her to drink together. Her amber eyes were full of excitement, and her high ponytail swayed back and forth with her movements, radiating youthful vitality.

2B never refused the drinks that were brought to her, drinking one glass after another as if they were just water. However, a faint blush had appeared on her cheeks under the black eye mask, adding a touch of adorable cuteness to her cold demeanor.

Claire and Saran sat together. Claire only took a small bite. Her light pink short hair shone softly under the light, and her blue eyes followed Su Hui's figure with a hint of infatuation that she herself was unaware of.

Saran relaxed considerably. She was already tall and fit, and after a few drinks, her usually tense and sharp temperament softened. Her high golden ponytail swayed slightly with her movements, adding a touch of charm that was rarely seen on her.

The banquet drew to a close in a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere, with many people already tipsy.

Angela's face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over; she was clearly completely drunk.

Angela lay on the table, her golden hair clinging messily to her flushed cheeks, outlining the graceful curve of her neck.

Her off-white long skirt rode up due to her posture, revealing a section of her beautifully shaped, smooth and jade-like calves.

She murmured unconsciously, her brows furrowed, as if she were struggling for something even in her dream.

Su Hui walked to her side, put his hand on her shoulder, and said softly.

"The banquet is over. I'll take you back to your room."

Angela groggily raised her head, her beautiful blue eyes unfocused and filled with moisture.

She looked at the man in front of her, her drunkenness dulling even her last bit of vigilance.

"I...I don't need your help...I can walk by myself..."

Her voice was soft and weak, with a thick nasal tone. She tried to push Su Hui's hand away, but it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

Su Hui ignored her feeble resistance.

He stretched out his strong arm and wrapped it around her soft waist. With a little effort, he lifted her up from the chair, pressing her warm, voluptuous body tightly against his chest.

Angela's unique body odor, mixed with the smell of alcohol, instantly entered Su Hui's nasal cavity.

"Ugh...no...don't touch me..."

Angela gasped, her feet leaving the ground, and instinctively grabbed Su Hui's collar, clinging to him.

Su Hui felt the soft, fragrant touch of Angela in his arms, a victorious smile on his lips. He half-carried and half-dragged the completely powerless Angela towards the main building of the manor.

116. Drunk Angela [5.2k]

The main building of the manor was silent under the cover of night.

Su Hui half-embraced Angela, almost completely encircling her soft, voluptuous body in his arms.

His hands steadily cradled her slender waist, and even through the layer of off-white fabric of her long dress, he could clearly feel the amazing warmth and elasticity of her skin.

Angela was quite drunk, and she leaned her entire weight against Su Hui without any defense.

Her beautiful long golden hair fell down, and a few strands playfully brushed against Su Hui's neck, bringing a faint ticklish sensation.

The faint fragrance emanating from her body mingled with the lingering aroma of alcohol from the banquet, creating an even more intoxicating and ambiguous atmosphere that continuously permeated Su Hui's nostrils.

This aroma acted like a catalyst, igniting Su Hui's most primal desire for conquest.

This woman, who was usually as pure as an angel, gentle yet resilient, was now like a defenseless lamb, completely at his mercy.

This strong contrast brought him immense pleasure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Hui pushed open Angela's door.

The room is simply yet warmly furnished, reflecting the elegant taste unique to mature women.

A soft wool carpet, a bookshelf exuding the scent of wood, neatly arranged with medical books and several classic masterpieces, and a vase by the bedside with a few white rosebuds waiting to bloom.

Everything here seems to embody Angela herself, exuding a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

Su Hui unceremoniously placed her soft body on the large, soft bed.

The mattress sagged deeply due to the sudden increase in weight.

Angela let out a muffled whimper and groggily opened her blue eyes, which were already misty with tears.

"Hmm... Have we arrived yet...?"

"arrive."

Su Hui's voice was deep and magnetic. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

He began to unbutton her beige dress.

"What...what are you going to do...don't touch me..."

Angela seemed to regain consciousness for a moment, and she instinctively wanted to resist, reaching out her weak hands to push against Su Hui's chest.

But to him, this amount of force was no different from a cat's whining, and it only added to the fun.

Su Hui easily grabbed her flailing wrist and continued his actions.

The zipper of the long dress was smoothly unzipped, and the exquisite and soft fabric slid off her smooth shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

Su Hui's gaze sharpened slightly.

Beneath the skirt was not the simple style he had imagined, but a set of exquisite black lace lingerie.

The mysterious black color created a striking visual contrast with her snow-white skin. The thin lace trim outlined the breathtaking fullness of her chest, showcasing the mature woman's voluptuous and alluring curves to the fullest.

This lingerie set exudes the charm and allure of a mature woman, seemingly silently expressing the suppressed desires deep within its owner's heart.

"Angela, I didn't know you were so good at picking lingerie."

Su Hui chuckled, his fingers tracing her collarbone, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin, and slowly moving downwards, parting the edge of the lace to reveal her pert breasts.

"No...don't do this..."

Angela's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and her blushing cheeks showed a hint of resistance. She pushed him away with her hands, but it looked more like she was being coquettish.

Ignoring her protests, Su Hui lowered his head and kissed her soft, red lips that smelled of wine. His kiss was domineering and deep, his tongue prying open her teeth and greedily savoring her sweetness.

"Ugh... Haa..."

Angela's resistance gradually weakened, her body softening under the dual stimulation of alcohol and passionate kisses. Her hands gripped his clothes tightly without her noticing, and she let out soft moans.

His large hand slid down her beautifully curved waist, caressed her long, slender thighs, and gently pinched them. Her incredibly elastic skin trembled slightly, causing her to gasp softly, "Mmm... don't... don't touch there..."

Su Hui chuckled softly, his fingers circling her inner thigh, feeling the smooth texture, and a faint, moist scent emanating from between her legs.

"Still being stubborn? Your body tells a much more honest story than you do."

He gently parted her legs, his fingers caressing her sensitive petals through her lace panties, the wet, sticky touch igniting a fire in his eyes.

"Ah... Um... No, don't..."

Angela's voice was filled with shame and trembling, but her body involuntarily responded to his fingers, and her juices slowly seeped out, wetting the thin lace.

Without further hesitation, Su Hui pulled down her panties, revealing her pink vulva. The moist petals were slightly open, and the glistening nectar shone under the light.

He leaned closer, sniffed lightly, and a sweet, delicate fragrance entered his nostrils, making his throat tighten.

Su Hui's tongue had already precisely licked her sensitive flower bud, and the wet and slippery touch made her whole body tremble, and her slender, beautiful legs unconsciously tightened around his head.

"Hiss... No, don't lick... It's so itchy..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she gripped the sheets so tightly that her nails almost dug into the soft fabric.

Su Hui's tongue nimbly roamed among her petals, sucking on the delicate bud, the gurgling sound of water particularly clear in the quiet room.

Angela's breathing became more and more rapid, her body trembled as if electrocuted, and her juices flowed like a spring, soaking his lips and tongue.

"Aaaah... I can't take it anymore... Ugh... Ugh..."

She suddenly tilted her head back, her long golden hair scattered on the pillow, her blue eyes filled with tears, completely lost in the waves of pleasure.

Su Hui straightened up, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and his already erect penis.

Su Hui reached out and kneaded her snow-white, plump breasts, his fingers flicking at her pink buds as he smiled at Angela writhing beneath him.

"I thought you'd just suddenly attack me and start fighting, but I'm not too excited about it."

"You're lying! I didn't! Get away from me, you bastard pervert!"

Angela's body stiffened, and she tried to push him away, but Su Hui easily pressed her down. His dragon slowly pressed against the entrance of her flower valley, and the wet touch made him groan softly.