Day 127 Post-Impact
The expedition team took shape over breakfast.
"Four days to the caldera, accounting for terrain and potential obstacles," Zara said, spreading a topographic map across the table. "We'll need a small, mobile group. Too many people and we slow down, draw attention. Too few and we're vulnerable to threats we can't anticipate."
"I'm going," Elena said flatly. It wasn't a question. Her cold blue eyes dared anyone to argue.
"Agreed. Security lead." Sarnav studied the map, tracing potential routes with his finger. "Yuki for the ritual itself - she understands the Covenant protocol better than anyone. Without her expertise, we might miss critical steps."
"I can interface with any surveillance systems we encounter," Jade added, her purple-streaked hair falling across her face as she leaned over the map. "Plus communications relay back to Harmony. You'll want real-time updates."
"I should come too." Jiyeon's voice was carefully casual, but he felt her concern through the bond - a flicker of anxiety she was trying to hide behind her idol's composure. "Charm abilities might be useful if we encounter other survivors. Negotiation, persuasion. Not every problem needs Elena's solution."
Elena's smile was thin. "My solutions are efficient."
"Your solutions leave bodies."
"As I said. Efficient."
"That's four wives plus me," Sarnav interrupted before the familiar argument could escalate. "Anyone else essential?"
"I'll coordinate things here while you're gone." Zara's jaw was tight - she didn't like being left behind, but someone competent needed to manage Harmony's defenses. "Nisha and Sana can handle most situations, and I'll have Ishani for combat support if we face external threats. Minji can monitor communications."
"What about me?" Ananya asked quietly. She'd been listening from the edge of the group, her dancer's grace evident even in stillness.
"Someone needs to keep morale up here. Your performance project - it matters. Give people something to look forward to when we return."
She nodded, accepting the role with characteristic sweetness.
Meera appeared at the edge of the planning session, a cup of tea in her hands. "I couldn't help overhearing. If you need logistical support, I have experience with expedition planning. Supply chains, contingency protocols, that sort of thing."
"You're not awakened," Elena pointed out. "The journey will be dangerous."
"I'm not offering to come along. Just to help plan." Meera smiled warmly. "Old habits from my corporate days. I ran operations across three countries - I know how to prepare for complications."
Sarnav nodded. "We'd appreciate the help."
Mythili arrived as they were finalizing supply lists. She looked tired - she always looked tired these days, worry etching lines around her eyes that hadn't been there before the Impact.
"You're really doing this," she said quietly, standing beside him as the others debated ration quantities. "Walking into the jungle to perform an ancient ritual with a being that was imprisoned for three thousand years."
"It's the best option we have."
"I know." She touched his arm briefly. "Just... be careful. Come back to us."
To us. He wondered if she heard the weight in her own words.
"I will."
Meera watched the exchange with sharp, knowing eyes, but said nothing.
[RITUAL EXPEDITION: CONFIRMED][TEAM: SARNAV, ELENA, YUKI, JADE, JIYEON][DEPARTURE: TOMORROW - DAY 128][ESTIMATED DURATION: 8 DAYS]
Serena found him in the planning room that evening, after the others had dispersed.
She stood in the doorway, her professional attire immaculate as always - fitted blouse, tailored pants, her dark hair pulled back in a neat style. Everything about her projected control, calculation, precision. The perfect Singaporean professional, even at the end of the world.
"I've been running the numbers," she said, crossing to the map table where he sat alone.
"And?"
"Seventy-three percent chance of successful ritual completion. Twelve percent chance of complications requiring adaptation. Fifteen percent chance of..." She paused. "Significant problems."
"Those are better odds than I expected."
"They would be, if I trusted them." She sat across from him, her expression troubled. "My probability sense is usually reliable. I can read situations, predict outcomes, calculate the most likely paths. But when I factor in you..." She shook her head. "The numbers go fuzzy. You're a statistical anomaly, Sarnav. You don't behave the way probability suggests you should."
"Is that a complaint?"
"It's an observation." Her dark eyes met his. "You've defied the odds consistently since the Impact. Survived situations that should have killed you. Built something that shouldn't exist. Bonded with women who had every reason to distrust you." A pause. "Made me feel things I can't predict or control."
"That bothers you."
"It terrifies me." The admission seemed to cost her something. "I've spent my entire life understanding probability. Calculating risk. Making decisions based on likely outcomes. And then you come along, and suddenly none of my models work. You're chaos wrapped in human form."
He stood and moved around the table toward her. She watched him approach, her body tensing with anticipation even as her expression remained carefully neutral.
"Show me," he said.
"Show you what?"
"What happens to your probability sense when I'm close."
She swallowed hard. "I... the calculations are already degrading. My ability to predict what you'll do next is approximately-" She gasped as his hand cupped her face. "Approximately... decreasing..."
"And now?"
"I can't..." Her composure cracked, something desperate flickering in her eyes. "I can't calculate anything when you touch me. It all goes blank. I hate it. I love it. I can't predict which one I feel more."
He kissed her, and she melted into him immediately. All that professional control dissolving in an instant.
"Wah lau," she breathed when he pulled back, pure Singlish slipping through her careful diction. "The probability of me keeping my composure tonight is... is..."
"Zero?"
"Approximately zero, lah."
He lifted her onto the map table, sending papers scattering. She wrapped her legs around him immediately, pulling him closer, her hands working frantically at his shirt.
"I've been calculating when you'd come to me," she gasped between kisses. "Running probability models for twelve days. Every scenario, every possibility. And none of them prepared me for how much I need this."
"Then stop calculating."
"I can't- it's how I think-" She moaned as his mouth found her neck. "Oh god, my probability sense is already failing. I can't predict what you're going to do next and it's making me so wet..."
He pulled open her blouse, revealing a practical but pretty bra beneath. Her 33D breasts swelled against the fabric, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. He unclasped it and took one nipple into his mouth, feeling her arch against him.
"The odds of me lasting more than five minutes are... decreasing rapidly..." Her hands tangled in his hair. "Shiok... that feels so shiok..."
He worked her pants off, finding her soaked through her underwear. She whimpered as he pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers through her folds.
"You're drenched."
"I know. The probability calculations suggested arousal but not- oh!- not this level of-" She lost her words as he pushed two fingers inside her. "Statistical outlier... you're always a statistical outlier..."
He worked her with his fingers while his mouth moved between her breasts, and she came apart in record time. Her attempts at probability dirty talk dissolved into Singlish nonsense.
"Can't calculate- wah lau, I'm going to cum already- this doesn't match my models at all-"
"Cum for me, Serena. Stop predicting and just feel."
She shattered with a cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her whole body shaking. "Shiok! So shiok! I can't- I can't predict anything- my mind is completely blank-"
Before she could recover, he freed his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. She looked down, then up at him, her usually sharp eyes glazed with pleasure.
"The probability of you making me cum again in the next ten minutes is... actually I have no idea. I can't calculate anything right now. Just put it in me, please."
He thrust into her in one smooth stroke. She screamed, her back arching off the table, maps and documents crumpling beneath her.
"Yes! Finally! I've been running scenarios about this for days and none of them were as good as- oh god, harder!"
He fucked her on the planning table, watching her professional demeanor dissolve completely. Her hair came loose from its neat style, her makeup smeared, her carefully composed expression replaced by naked desperation. The wet sounds of their joining echoed through the empty room, accompanied by her increasingly incoherent moans.
"The odds of- I can't- my probability sense is completely offline-" She was babbling now, Singlish mixing with statistical terms that made less and less sense. "Shiok lah! So good! The standard deviation from expected pleasure is- is- I don't know anymore!"
He gripped her hips and drove deeper, hitting the spot inside her that made her scream. Her 33D breasts bounced with each thrust, and he leaned down to take one nipple in his mouth while he fucked her.
"Wah lau!" she cried out, her back arching. "That's- the probability of- I can't think straight when you do that!"
"Then don't think."
"I always think! It's what I do! But you make me-" She gasped as he thrust particularly deep. "You make me feel instead of calculate and it's terrifying and wonderful and I need more!"
Through the bond, he felt her pleasure building again, her analytical mind finally surrendering to pure sensation. She had no predictions, no calculations, no control. Just feeling. Just him.
"I'm going to cum again," she gasped, her pussy tightening around him. "I didn't predict this, I can't predict anything, I'm just going to- to-"
"Let go, Serena. Stop being the probability expert. Just be mine."
She came with a scream that echoed off the planning room walls, her body convulsing, her pussy milking his cock in rhythmic waves. Her probability powers flickered visibly around her - shimmers of potential futures that collapsed into chaos as pleasure overwhelmed her mind.
The sensation dragged him over the edge, and he spilled inside her with a groan, filling her completely while she continued to shake through her orgasm. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him withdraw.
They stayed tangled together on the ruined planning table, both breathing hard. Papers were everywhere. The carefully organized maps were crumpled beyond recognition. Data tablets had been knocked to the floor.
"I still can't calculate anything," she murmured against his chest, her voice soft and satisfied. "My probability sense is completely shot. Everything is fuzzy and warm and I don't care about odds at all right now."
"Is that bad?"
"It's wonderful." She smiled up at him, soft and unguarded in a way she rarely allowed herself - the composed professional replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable. "You're the only thing in my life I can't predict. The only variable that breaks all my models. And I think that's why I love you."
"Just think?"
"Ninety-nine point nine percent confident." Her smile turned playful. "The remaining point one percent accounts for the possibility that I'm dreaming. Which, given current evidence, seems statistically unlikely."
"Your probability sense is recovering."
"Unfortunately." She kissed him softly. "Come back from this ritual safely. I need more data points to refine my models. Preferably on a more comfortable surface than a map table."
[HARMONY POINTS: +850][BOND WITH SERENA TAN: DEEPENED][SERENA TAN: C+ → B- ADVANCEMENT][PROBABILITY MANIPULATION: ENHANCED]
[DAY 127]
[SARNAV: S-RANK (HARMONY SOVEREIGN - FIRST STAGE)][PROGRESS TO SECOND STAGE: 46%]
[WIFE CULTIVATION STATUS][1. NISHA - C+ | 2. ISHANI - C+ | 3. ANANYA - C+][4. MINJI - C | 5. JADE - C+ | 6. SANA - B-][7. JIYEON - C+ | 8. SERENA - B- | 9. ZARA - B-][10. ELENA - S | 11. YUKI - D+]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: 1,391 SURVIVORS | 3 SECTORS][SEAL INTEGRITY: 90.6%]
[EXPEDITION STATUS: DEPARTING TOMORROW][RITUAL LOCATION: VOLCANIC CALDERA][TEAM: SARNAV + ELENA + YUKI + JADE + JIYEON]
[WIVES BONDED: 11/32]