14: Chapter 14: Feeding the Empress ham sausages moved her so much she wanted to repay him with her body.

After finally dragging the blonde bombshell, who was still wriggling on the bed like a maggot, into the guest room and locking the door, Jiang Chen felt more drained than if he had run five kilometers.

"What the hell is this all about..."

Jiang Chen slumped onto the leather sofa and gulped down a mouthful of iced cola, finally suppressing that surge of restlessness.

Although the woman captured by the Empress as a "prey" was indeed a stunner with an impossibly hot figure, Jiang Chen had no interest in some international fling right now.

This person's background was unknown, and he didn't know if she was an agent from some unlucky country or just some poor soul; if not handled well, this "national-level security" villa might turn into a crime scene.

"I need to ask Jiang Wanqiu quickly where she picked this person up from."

Jiang Chen grabbed his phone and opened the game interface.

He had originally intended to go on the offensive, but the moment his gaze touched the screen, the swear words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

In the Wasteland, it was already late at night.

The cold wind howled, whipping up radiation dust that filled the sky.

Jiang Wanqiu had not returned to her slightly sheltered palace but remained curled up beside that crude altar.

Her battle armor was tattered and ruined from the previous battle, exposing large patches of skin wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

On this freezing night, she was holding a tube of dark green paste that looked like toothpaste, squeezing it into her mouth bit by bit.

That was the most common food in the Wasteland—synthetic nutrient paste.

It was called nutrient paste, but it was actually synthesized from the corpses of mutant insects, moldy moss, and some miscellaneous chemicals.

The taste was said to be like chewing on a rag that had been soaking in a sewer for three years, and one stained with machine oil at that.

Yet even so, Jiang Wanqiu ate it as if it were precious.

Every time she squeezed out a bit, she would hold it in her mouth for a long time, as if it were some delicacy.

[Jiang Wanqiu (Weak): To capture that special prey, the physical exertion today was a bit high... But that doesn't matter. As long as Father God is happy, it doesn't matter if Wanqiu goes hungry.]

Looking at that small speech bubble above her head, which carried a hint of fawning, Jiang Chen felt a sharp sting in his heart.

A feeling called "guilt" fermented in his chest.

He was living in a large villa with a swimming pool, drinking iced cola, and sleeping on a mattress worth tens of thousands. Yet that foolish girl, who had him in her heart and eyes, was eating this garbage that even pigs wouldn't touch in the cold wind, just to catch a "gift" for him.

"Damn it, Jiang Chen, you're really not a decent human being."

Jiang Chen cursed himself under his breath and got up to walk toward the open kitchen, which was comparable to a small supermarket.

He opened the large double-door refrigerator, and the light inside instantly illuminated an eye-dazzling array of ingredients.

Australian M9 steak, Boston lobster, and even specially supplied caviar... The country had really spared no expense for him, this "national treasure," wishing they could stuff a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast into this fridge.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the fresh food, and he shook his head.

There was no way to cook on the Wasteland side; giving her raw food would be more trouble.

Finally, his gaze settled on a row of exquisite packaging on the refrigerator door shelf.

It was a box of specially supplied "Iberian Black Pork Sausages."

These weren't the cheap kind filled with starch, but solid, pure meat sausages; the meat was firm, savory, and juicy, costing several hundred yuan for just one.

"This is the one."

Jiang Chen tore open the packaging and took out a sausage as thick as a forearm, exuding an enticing meaty aroma.

Although it was a bit strange to feed her this directly, for Jiang Wanqiu right now, high calories, high protein, and that meaty flavor capable of soothing the soul were the most practical salvation.

He returned to the living room, scanned it, and fed it to her.

"Hum—"

Wasteland, atop the altar.

Jiang Wanqiu, who was just about to swallow the last bit of bitter nutrient paste, suddenly felt a divine fluctuation coming from above her head.

She hurriedly looked up, and her ruby-like eyes reflected a brilliant radiance.

A huge, long object wrapped in a strange red casing (plastic sausage casing), exuding a rich aroma that made her soul tremble, slowly descended onto the plate in front of her.

"This is..."

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned.

Even through that layer of red "divine skin," her genetically enhanced sense of smell still captured that scent that was enough to drive someone crazy.

It was the scent of meat!

And it wasn't the kind of mutant beast meat with a sour stench and radiation odor; it was a pure, mellow, pristine meat aroma that seemed to come from an ancient heaven!

[Jiang Wanqiu (Pupils Dilating): Is... is this the sacred dragon meat from the Divine Realm? This scent... just by smelling it, my genetic locks are trembling!]

Jiang Chen watched the text on the screen and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Silly girl, that's black pork, not dragon meat.

"Eat," he whispered in his heart.

Jiang Wanqiu tremblingly reached out her hands, as if holding the most fragile treasure in the world, and carefully picked up the sausage.

She clumsily mimicked the method Jiang Chen had taught her before, tore open the metal ring at the top, and peeled off that layer of red casing.

In an instant, a rich, meaty aroma exploded like a bomb in the cold night sky of the Wasteland.

Jiang Wanqiu couldn't help but swallow, her throat making a "gulp" sound.

She couldn't hold back anymore; she opened her cherry-red lips and took a gentle bite of the thick meat sausage.

"Mmph!"

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes instantly went wide.

That bouncy texture, the aroma of fat exploding on her tongue, that pure, savory taste...

Tears instantly welled up and spilled out of her eyes.

[Jiang Wanqiu (Extremely Moved): It's so delicious... Father God, this is so delicious! Wuwuwu...]

She sobbed while devouring it greedily.

Completely disregarding her image as an Empress, her cheeks were stuffed full, like a little hamster protecting its food.

A premium sausage weighing a full pound was polished off by her in less than half a minute, and she even licked the grease off her fingers until they were completely clean.

As the last bite went down, a burst of pink heart-shaped special effects suddenly exploded on the screen.

[Ding!]

[Detected that Divine Favored One Jiang Wanqiu has consumed high-energy divine food, Mood Value has exceeded the limit!]

[Loyalty has skyrocketed! Current Status: Fanatic (Locked)!]

[Due to receiving meticulous care from "Father God," a trace of secular desire that transcends the boundaries of a believer has sprouted in Jiang Wanqiu's heart.]

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

Secular desire?

Isn't the system's choice of words a bit ambiguous?

Before he could figure it out, Jiang Wanqiu on the screen was already kneeling on the ground.

Her small face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and a trace of satisfied smile lingered on her lips as she looked up at the sky. That appearance, combined with her rosy lips from just eating, actually exuded an indescribable... temptation.

Following that, a speech bubble slowly appeared that almost made Jiang Chen spit out the cola he had just drunk.

[Jiang Wanqiu (Shy): Father God... this rod-like object you bestowed... is truly delicious.]

[Jiang Wanqiu: That sense of fullness from having my stomach filled has made Wanqiu feel happiness like never before.]

[Jiang Wanqiu: If Father God likes it... Wanqiu is willing to do anything for you. Whether it is to conquer the Wasteland, or... to serve you in the Divine Realm, Wanqiu's body and soul will always belong only to you.]

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jiang Chen coughed violently, his face turning bright red.

This speed...

Is it a bit too fast?

Although I know you're talking about the sausage, the way you're saying it is very easy to misunderstand!

If Academician Chen Shuyin or those people from the Moral Committee saw this, would my reputation as "Father God" still be intact?

"Calm down, calm down."

Jiang Chen grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, looked at the Empress on the screen with her longing gaze, and silently recited "Form is emptiness" a hundred times in his heart.

He couldn't dwell on this topic anymore; if they kept talking, this book would get banned.

"I must change the subject quickly."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and typed quickly in the input box.

"Ahem, well... Wanqiu, as long as you like eating it, there will be plenty in the future. This kind of thing is... um, quite common here."

"Let's talk about business first."

"That 'prey' you just sent over... where exactly did you catch her from?"