As a short amount of time passed, the girls arrived in the underground chamber one after another.
Among the dozens of identical petite girls, only four were wearing black robes, including the one who had initially led Regulus here.
All the other clones were wearing simple white robes.
Regulus had a firm understanding of this situation from his meta-knowledge. Out of the dozens of Ryuzu clones present, only four possessed true self-awareness, distinct personalities, and the ability to think critically. These four were the black-robed administrators of the Sanctuary: Alma, Bilma, Shima, and Delma.
As for the rest in the white robes, they did not possess individual personalities; they were essentially organic automatons that simply followed commands to manage the village's daily operations.
But even so, it was a spectacular sight.
Dozens of identical, incredibly cute girls with pink hair and pointed ears gathered around him. Their completely obedient and docile appearance pleased Regulus immensely.
In fact, besides the visual pleasure, another characteristic of the Ryuzu clones filled Regulus with deep interest.
That was their telepathy.
Because they shared the same origin, they could use this magical network to transmit their thoughts to the other individuals.
'Doesn't this mean,' Regulus mused internally, 'that if only one Ryuzu feels immense physical pleasure, the other clones can simultaneously experience those exact same feelings?'
If that were truly the case, things were about to become incredibly interesting.
"Lord Regulus, we are all here now," the black-robed Ryuzu who had guided him spoke up, her face slightly flushed under his intense, predatory gaze.
"Are you sure they are all here?"
He glanced around the spacious crystal chamber, which now seemed quite crowded with dozens of petite girls.
He then looked back down at the Ryuzu in front of him.
"Can your telepathic ability transmit your current physical sensations and feelings to the other individuals present?"
"Yes, it can," she nodded.
"Then show me by opening the connection now."
"I understand."
As the Ryuzu spoke, Regulus noticed a sudden shift in the room. The dozens of white-robed girls, who had been completely blank and calm moments ago, slowly began to show a faint, collective blush on their cheeks. Their breathing synchronized, growing slightly heavier.
Even without distinct personalities, their physical instincts as girls were perfectly preserved and transmitted across the network.
Very good. Extremely good.
Regulus, feeling a surge of dark anticipation, turned his gaze back to the black-robed Ryuzu in front of him.
"Can you maintain a real-time transmission?"
"Real-time...?" Ryuzu hesitated, her blush deepening. "Although I haven't sustained an intense sensory transmission before, if it is your command, Lord Regulus, I can try."
"Don't force yourself if your mind can't handle it."
"Thank you for your concern, my Lord. But I will endure."
Regulus smiled, reaching out to grasp the collar of her oversized black robe. With a single, smooth pull, he stripped the garment from her shoulders, letting it pool around her ankles on the cold stone floor. Her petite, pale, and completely naked body was exposed to the glowing blue light of the crystal behind them.
The moment the cool air hit her bare skin, a synchronized shiver rippled through the entire room. Dozens of white-robed clones gasped softly in unison, their arms wrapping around their own shoulders as if they, too, had just been stripped naked.
'This is fascinating,' Regulus thought, his eyes darkening with lust.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and unfastened his trousers. His hardened length sprang free, thick and pulsing.
He reached down and gently cupped Ryuzu's small, perky breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive peaks.
"Ah...!" Ryuzu whimpered, her legs trembling.
Instantly, a chorus of soft moans echoed throughout the stone chamber. The other three black-robed clones—Alma, Bilma, and Delma—stiffened, their hands flying to their own mouths to muffle their cries as phantom fingers tweaked their nipples. The white-robed clones were less restrained; many sank to their knees, their bodies arching as the collective arousal spiked.
"Keep the connection wide open," Regulus ordered, his voice echoing in the eerie, synchronized room.
He knelt slightly, positioning himself between her small thighs, and pushed forward, breaching her tight, untouched passage in one smooth, forceful thrust.
"Nngh! Ahhh!"
Ryuzu threw her head back, crying out as her maidenhead tore.
The reaction in the room was instantaneous and explosive. Dozens of girls shrieked in simultaneous, phantom pain. The white-robed clones collapsed onto the floor, clutching their abdomens, their bodies curling inward. The other three black-robed clones dropped to their hands and knees, tears welling in their eyes as the sharp, tearing sensation registered perfectly in their own minds.
Regulus held himself still for a moment, letting the primary Ryuzu adjust to his formidable size.
"It hurts..." Ryuzu sobbed softly, clutching his shoulders.
"The pain will fade," Regulus promised, leaning in to kiss her neck. "Now, let them feel this."
He pulled back and drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Slap.
A collective, shuddering gasp filled the chamber. As Regulus established a steady, grinding rhythm, the pain across the hive-mind rapidly melted into overwhelming, blinding pleasure.
Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of his body colliding with hers served as a metronome for the absolute chaos unfolding in the room. The white-robed clones were writhing on the stone floor, their hands desperately rubbing their own thighs and stomachs, whining and panting in perfect unison with the Ryuzu beneath Regulus. It was an eerie, profoundly erotic choir of dozens of identical voices moaning his title.
"Lord Regulus! Ah... Lord Regulus!"
The endless stamina Regulus had plundered from the Lust Bishop Capella meant he didn't need to hold back. He pounded into the petite homunculus with ruthless, devastating power.
For the clones, who possessed fragile, artificial nervous systems, this relentless barrage of supreme pleasure was entirely unprecedented. The sensory feedback loop between them began to amplify. Ryuzu's pleasure bounced to the clones, multiplied, and echoed back to her, creating an exponential spiral of ecstasy.
"I can't... my mind... it's too much!" Ryuzu cried out, her pink eyes rolling back into her head. Her inner walls began to convulse violently around his shaft, milking him as she approached a massive, shattering climax.
"Take it all!" Regulus roared, picking up the pace until she was nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess in his arms.
At the exact moment Regulus felt his own climax approaching, something shifted deep within his soul.
His Authority of Plunder activated.
As he drove forward one final, brutal time, emptying his hot seed deep into her womb, he simultaneously reached into her very essence and violently tore the Telepathy ability from her soul.
But in that split second of transfer, the two networks superimposed. Regulus's newly acquired, active Telepathy crashed into the clones' passive, racial hive-mind.
A double-layered sensory nuke detonated within the collective. Regulus's own intense, masculine satisfaction and dominance were broadcast directly into the minds of the dozens of climaxing girls, creating an infinite, mind-breaking feedback loop of pure euphoria.
"AHHHHH!"
A unified, deafening scream of absolute ecstasy echoed through the tomb.
The homunculi's nervous systems completely short-circuited. Every single white-robed clone arched off the floor in a rigid, full-body spasm, their eyes rolling back entirely. A second later, they dropped like puppets with their strings cut, completely unconscious.
The remaining black-robed clones followed immediately, slumping over the stone tiles in a dead faint, thick drool pooling from their slack lips.
Even the primary Ryuzu in his arms went entirely limp, her consciousness completely erased by the sensory overload, leaving her a pliant, twitching doll in his embrace.
After a considerable amount of time, Regulus adjusted his clothes and gently laid the unconscious Ryuzu down on her discarded black robe.
He looked around the silent, spacious crystal chamber. Dozens of identical girls lay haphazardly across the floor, completely knocked out cold.
He had successfully obtained absolute ownership of the Ryuzu clones.
However, along with claiming them, Regulus analyzed the two unexpected things that had just occurred.
The first thing was obvious: the unprecedented, superimposed sensory overload had caused every single clone to faint violently. Judging by their twitching state, it was absolutely impossible for them to wake up in the next half hour.
As for the second thing... Regulus had just acquired his new Authority: Telepathy.
Unlike the clones' inherent hive-mind connection, this plundered telepathy was not a passive racial trait. It was an active skill.
Upon gaining the ability, Regulus instinctively understood its specific function. To use it, he needed to select his targets; he couldn't just link to one person, but required at least two or more individuals to activate the network. People targeted by his telepathy would have their inner thoughts, and even certain physical feelings, forcibly connected.
'This is the reason the clones fainted so violently,' Regulus realized, looking at his hands.
He had subconsciously activated this new Authority on the Ryuzus at the exact moment of climax, stacking his plundered telepathy on top of their already active racial telepathy.
Regarding the mechanics of this newly plundered ability, it made sense upon reflection. The clones had a hive-mind because they were identical copies. Regulus, however, did not have clones. Therefore, the Authority naturally adapted, becoming a skill he could cast to network others together.
'But what exactly are the activation conditions for my Plunder?' Regulus wondered, his brow furrowing.
He had activated it twice now since arriving in this world. First, he had plundered the Lust Bishop Capella's monstrous vitality and boundless stamina. Now, he had plundered Ryuzu's telepathy.
Neither time did he gain an ability that directly increased his destructive combat power.
It wasn't that he was dissatisfied. Although these two abilities didn't shoot fireballs or cut mountains, when placed in the context of managing a massive harem, they were absolutely top-tier, god-like skills. They were exactly what he needed most.
It was just... he felt the randomness of the Plunder was a bit too high.
What if one day he had bad luck and plundered a genuinely terrible physical trait? Like a target's terminal illness, their bad luck, or a crippling curse?
It wasn't impossible. If he could plunder something as abstract as Capella's "vigorous energy," then nothing was off the table. He could only hope his Plunder Authority possessed some kind of automatic filtering function for negative traits. If not, his arrogance might truly lead to his downfall one day.
Shaking his head, Regulus stopped overthinking the mechanics.
He looked at the dozens of white-robed Ryuzus lying on the cold stone floor, their chests rising and falling peacefully. He then focused his attention on the four self-aware clones slumped nearest to the crystal.
Raising his hand, Regulus gently caressed the light pink hair of the Ryuzu resting against his knee. He wasn't planning to leave the chamber just yet. No matter what, with everyone completely unconscious, leaving them here alone on the cold ground would be too callous. He truly couldn't rest assured until they woke up.
However, what surprised Regulus was their resilience. Within a short half-hour, the black-robed Ryuzus began to stir, groaning softly as they woke up one after another.
"How do you feel?" Regulus asked the one in his arms.
"I feel..." She blinked, her pink eyes widening in sudden realization. "Lord Regulus... my telepathy. The connection... it has disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Regulus raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't been asking about her magic, just her physical state after that devastating climax. But hearing her answer confirmed his theory. His Authority was indeed Plunder—forcibly stealing and permanently seizing the opponent's ability, not merely copying it.
At the same time, another black-robed clone sat up, rubbing her head.
"Lord Regulus, our telepathy has not disappeared," she reported, glancing at her sisters. "Only hers is gone."
'Only one?' Regulus thought. 'That makes sense. The Plunder ability only activates once on a single primary target.'
Regulus tightened his hold on the Ryuzu in his arms—the one who had lost her magic.
"Does the permanent disappearance of your racial ability make you feel resentful? Is it hard to accept?"
"No," she shook her head slowly, looking up at him, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of pleasure. "Although communication with the others will be slightly hindered, it is only a minor inconvenience. It won't have any substantial impact on managing the Sanctuary."
"That's good."
"Lord Regulus... was my ability taken by you?"
"I took it," Regulus admitted candidly.
"If it is being used by you, it will surely be far more effective and meaningful than it ever was with me," she said softly, a devoted smile touching her lips.
"Haha~ You sure know how to talk."
"Of course. After all, I have lived and observed for over three hundred years."
Though she spoke of it pragmatically, deep down, the disappearance of her telepathy actually made her incredibly happy.
Because with the severing of the hive-mind connection, it meant she had finally, truly become independent from the collective. For the first time in four centuries, she was no longer just a copy. She was a separate, unique individual—claimed exclusively by him.
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