Food God System: Wasteland

The body after the Flesh and Blood Calamity is truly powerful, Chen Che sighed once again in his heart.

Even now, he still had energy left, the surging power within him was truly astonishing.

An Nishang lay on his chest, lowering her head and sticking out her tongue to lick his wound. The crimson teeth marks on his arm, under the strong body from the Flesh and Blood Calamity and An Nishang's licking, healed at an incredible speed.

Chen Che wrapped his arms around the woman's slim waist, his fingers caressing her back. The perfect figure caused the spine at her lower back to dip in when she straightened up, making the waist hollow touchable.

Chen Che said, "I never thought a small figure like me could become a thorn in their side. Lin Xiang needs to be a bit more careful now. I refused them, so they will definitely retaliate against me. After all, if you're not a friend, you're an enemy, and no one shows mercy to enemies."

An Nishang softly spoke, "I know."

Chen Che cupped An Nishang's beautiful face, smiled and said, "Are you full? Do you want more?"

"One more time."

"Take a bath?"

"Hmm."

Chen Che carried An Nishang in his arms, holding this curvaceous, fair and alluring body, striding back to the room where the warm water was already drawn in the bathtub.

The two bodies immersed, sharing the warmth.

…

Dawn.

Chen Che watched the woman lying beside him, the body after the Flesh and Blood Calamity had evidently fed An Nishang well, making her still lazily asleep, not yet waking up in the early morning.

A wicked smile played across Chen Che's lips, the sleepy woman had a unique charm, he turned An Nishang's body over, placing her in a side-lying position.

Now is the time for betrayal.

An Nishang, waking slowly from her dreams, her eyes lazy and exceptionally enchanting.

In the early morning, the body is especially lazy, not wanting to resist, not wanting to actively seek anything, like a small boat adrift.

Letting the waves surge.

…

Until Chen Che lay beside her, panting, holding her waist and asked, "It's a bit late, do you want breakfast?"

"Hmm."

Receiving the woman's lazy answer, An Nishang hadn't left yet, indicating there wasn't much going on at the Special Operations Department today. Given that, he could relish a bit more in the soft tenderness.

Wrapping his arm around the flat, tender waist, touching the smooth, fair lower belly, he asked the question he'd been wanting to ask: "Like this... It really won't cause pregnancy?"

Honestly, when asking this question, Chen Che's heart beat a little faster.

He and An Nishang never used any form of contraception.

An Nishang never asked for it, and he had never done it.

Recently, both of them had become a bit reckless, and under such craziness, Chen Che felt a normal woman should be able to conceive.

The light industry in the Wasteland could still manufacture things like child-destroying balloons.

After all, on the Wasteland, brothels and prostitutes were never scarce, it was the cheapest, quickest way to vent emotions, a form of entertainment for humanity thus far.

If there wasn't enough contraception, wouldn't the birth population in the Wasteland geometrically multiply?

Although on the Wasteland, children around ten years old could be considered mature, five-year-olds could practically run swiftly and possess the normal mentality akin to pre-civilization fifteen or sixteen-year-olds.

But that still requires a long period of time.

Not everyone wants to raise children.

Just like in the civilized world, various life pressures weigh on everyone's mind... These pressures ensure that people living in the civilized world wouldn't easily have children, let alone people on the Wasteland.

All living things have a survival instinct to avoid harm and seek safety; in harsh survival environments, they would instinctively stop reproducing.

This is true in the civilized world and on the Wasteland as well.

So, if there is demand, there is productivity. After all, the major brothels are controlled by gangs, those girls in the brothels are the gangs' money-making machines.

If a prostitute gets pregnant or stains her body, it's a huge loss for the gangs.

Rubber can be produced from many plants on the Wasteland.

Things like child-destroying balloons, quite a few workshops in the Wasteland can produce them.

Especially in the Lower City District, the industry is more developed, contributing nearly sixty percent of the production of child-destroying balloons circulating in the entire Ninth Special Zone.

Upon hearing this, An Nishang's red lips curved into a slight arc, her beautiful peach-blossom phoenix eyes still lazy, a slightly hoarse yet clear cold voice emerging from her throat, "You want me to get pregnant and have your child?"

Still lying on her side, An Nishang, with a few strands of hair stuck to her charming face, Chen Che supported himself on both sides of her head, looking down at her stunning profile, reached out and brushed the hair aside, staring into those lazy eyes and said, "Which man wouldn't want you to bear a child for them?"

An Nishang's red lips slightly curled, she shifted her body, rolling her form.

She lazily stretched, her blooming body making Chen Che's eyes heat up, making Chen Che sigh, achieving Flesh and Blood Calamity may not always be a good thing, after all, such a powerful body made him indulge more in carnal desires.

Perhaps in the future, most of the day would be spent in bed.

After all, An Nishang, every taste had a unique flavor; no matter how much he indulged, he would never grow tired.

After stretching, An Nishang lazily said, "It's very hard for me to get pregnant, whether it's the Demon Pattern or the Catastrophe. Once possessing supernatural abilities, becoming a Transcendent, pregnancy becomes very difficult, the probability becomes infinitely low.