Ranch Ramblings of the True Founders: The Legend of the Exploding Goddess

Something must have gone wrong; something's not right...
This thought kept swirling in my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.
"This way, everyone, please watch your step..."
A pleasant voice rang out, completely dispelling the lingering unease.
Although what I'd just thought of might have been important, compared to the immediate struggles, poetry and distant dreams could wait.
After all, daydreaming leading to a groundbreaking discovery, or inventing a masterpiece after eating magic mushrooms, is a privilege reserved for top talents.
After all, going on inspection tours with the big boss, enjoying a relaxed workday, and getting a decent meal isn't something that happens every day.
After all, my wallet had just suffered a significant blow due to various events that happened right before payday.
After all, my salary wouldn't arrive for another week, and if my boss hinted or explicitly told the accountant, I might not even get it until next week.
After all, there are just too many things that my poor brain needs to handle. Every boss hopes their subordinates are like Mr. Zhou, capable of doing ten jobs for one salary.
And right now, the most important person in the entire visiting group isn't our boss, but a short, stout, and stocky man—his height is about 80-90% of mine, his weight less than double, but his intelligent head is more than twice my size, and his position is ridiculously high—Director Ge.
Although I've met national leaders before, back then there were even bigger figures blocking the way, and I was just a lowly soldier serving the entourage. This time, there are far fewer people involved than before; in our unit, I'm basically the only one below the boss. I need to be careful not to appear intimidated in front of high-ranking leaders and powerful figures; I don't have the time or energy to deal with any nervous overthinking.
"Please look at this intelligent monitoring system's base station. This system fully covers the entire ranch, ensuring that every female is under close monitoring. It not only guarantees the basic safety of these beautiful lives but also ensures their health. Whether they are getting enough food and water, and whether they are getting enough exercise, can all be recorded at any time for our keepers to refer to and deal with in a timely manner. Here, you won't see situations like 'this one seems to have heatstroke,' or 'that one seems to be depressed,' etc."
Fortunately, I wasn't the one hosting or organizing this visit. I was just an outsider who accidentally stumbled upon this modern ranch, and the person doing my usual job was a female host who was visiting the ranch and looked very stunning to me.
When I was young, I read a novel where a city dweller went to the countryside for a while. To relax, he went hunting in the mountains and saw a farm girl. He felt like he had been struck by lightning, and later learned that in the countryside, people call falling in love at first sight "being struck by lightning." Of course, whether his later marriage to that beautiful girl and subsequent loss of her counts as an electrical leak is something I won't go into detail about, I'll just make it up.
In my 30-plus years of life, I finally experienced what it feels like to be struck by lightning. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; at least my head was spinning, which wasn't comfortable for someone like me who tries to stay alert at all times. My mouth was dry too, so I'll definitely need to drink a few more bottles of water.
But I want to say, let the lightning strike even harder!
Ideally, it would strike me and Miss Yin together…
Heh, I know that's just wishful thinking.
That was only half an hour ago. Before Director Ge, though not a vice-national level official, still wielded considerable power and therefore commanded a higher status than the group of regional leaders waiting there, arrived, I, this insignificant underling, had secured a seat in the office of the small-town tycoon who was hosting the event, thanks to my boss's connections—a rapid rise through the ranks. I had just followed the leaders inside when I was struck by lightning… Right there, in the middle of the office, which served as a lounge, amidst a row of tables and chairs pushed to the corner, stood a beautiful woman in a dress, elegantly dressed. And I stood at the doorway, unable to move an inch.
“Little Yin has studied music, participated in talent shows, and even won a place in the amateur group of a provincial youth singing competition. Actually, she shouldn't be wasting her talent in my little ranch, but my ranch does have the advantage of beautiful scenery. Little Yin, consider this a field trip; she's one of our artistic backbones,” Old Ma enthusiastically introduced her to the leaders. I, having recovered from my daze, followed behind my boss and listened for a few moments.
After regaining my composure and looking at her more closely, Ms. Yin didn't immediately strike me as particularly stunning. She wasn't the kind of beauty that would immediately stun, yet she captivated me for a moment, for reasons I couldn't quite explain. Upon closer inspection, I could only say her features were exquisitely proportioned, pleasing to the eye, lacking the sharp, intimidating beauty of some, nor the approachable charm of a girl next door. Yet, somehow, she gave me a jolt.
Her height was roughly the same as mine, a man who isn't short by male standards. The dress, which at first glance appeared to be a stage gown, wasn't actually that large; one could call it a rather elaborate dress. Her hair, which probably reached her shoulders, was styled in an updo. She definitely wore some eyeshadow, but I couldn't quite place the color. Because at that moment, my heart was completely drawn to her bright eyes. I even overlooked her collarbone, which would normally attract many. Of course, the instincts of a thirty-year laborer managed to bring me back to my senses with difficulty. Moreover, after exchanging pleasantries with the unit leaders and our boss, he was able to casually introduce himself. Career comes first, career comes first. Actually, it's my meager salary and my battered wallet that force me to look away from you… I'm definitely not meant to be with her. The only thing I can do is admire her a few more times.
“Where is Director Ge?”
“Almost there, just a minute or two. Traffic control has been implemented, but it'll still be a bit congested when turning around in the city.”
After I fully regained my senses, we finally met our guest of honor, Director Ge. Of course, if you call him Engineer Ge, he'll be happy to oblige; he's a professional official with a strong technical background.
Of course, even if someone reaches the provincial or ministerial level and possesses far more power, we won't have much contact with them afterward, and you won't care much about anything about them. After all, today, Director Ge, like Miss Yin, won't leave much of a mark on my life.

Homo sapiens, phylum Chordata, class Mammalia, order Primates, family Hominidae, genus Homo sapiens.
The Japanese word is 人间 (Renjian), and the
English word is pronounced "human."
I'm so ignorant;
I only just learned that this kind of life form is cultivated on a ranch. This is the knowledge I gained from our visit to Ryan's Ranch today. I learned that this life form is now generally raised on ranches, under the control of intelligent monitoring systems and keepers from birth, until it reaches the point where it can mate before being released to the market.
Wait, that feeling that something is wrong surged up in my mind again. Of course, I forgot about it in an instant.
Although it seems to conflict with my previous understanding, what does it matter? In this age of information explosion and technological advancement, knowledge is constantly being created, disseminated, spread, and modified. Acquiring some new and unexpected knowledge is not particularly surprising. Compared to
this kind of knowledge that will never be used in daily life and can at most be used as a topic of conversation, it's more important to take the opportunity to see Xiao Yin a few more times during the visit. I don't know if I've told you about the beautiful woman who struck me like a bolt of lightning; she's currently guiding us through the human-run area of Ryan Ranch.
Although Lao Ma said Ms. Yin's musical talent was at a professional level, I think she's also a professional-grade tour guide.
Whatever the reason, even the feeling of something magical contradicting my common sense, brought some discomfort, it must be because I was too ignorant before. The world is so big, I can't go everywhere to see it all. After all, my wallet is so small, I can't afford to travel.
Although this feeling of unease lingered, what could be more attractive than a beautiful girl in front of you?
I'm a complete novice when it comes to capturing soft, gentle girls; I've never succeeded. Now I understand why: I didn't look in the right place. I shouldn't be trying to capture soft, gentle girls around me; I should be on a ranch. There are so many soft, gentle girls there—beautiful, gentle, docile, and obedient—it's clear my knowledge in this area is extremely lacking.
I wonder where I can find a soft, gentle girl like Ms. Xiang Yin… I
've
decided!
Then I immediately dismissed the idea.
I possess the fine traditional qualities of my people, though you might not know that those qualities are called poverty.
So, for the sake of my meager wallet and the anticipated raise that hasn't materialized in six months, I'd better stop thinking about these things.
Isn't it better to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the ranch, admire the host's graceful figure, and look forward to the ranch's sumptuous dinner?
When our boss goes with Engineer Go to see this beautiful ranch and admire the host's captivating charm, perhaps I can hope to buy some quality products from the ranch's sales department after the visit?
"This time, when we recruit, we need to find some artistic talents among the recent graduates. Look at that host, a top-notch beauty, and then look at the ones in our office—ugh, compared to them, they're just ugly ducklings."
"The kid Old Ma found is really good; she can make a seven out of ten sound like twelve. We never had this kind of thinking before. If it weren't for this visit, who would know that a good host needs such a big impact?"
The people from Ryan Ranch, the host organization, kept introducing the various aspects of the pasture. Although I believe the data had been well-edited, and the pasture had clearly been cleaned up for the leaders' visit, it was definitely quite good in general. But for me, it was good. In fact, including our leaders, and even that engineer, no one cared too much about the written information. Coming here to visit showed an attitude, a support for the ranch. Although I really didn't know that the soft-spoken girl was trained on the ranch, isn't it normal for someone who was dragged here to fill in and carry bags because everyone in the office was busy compiling data and no one else was there to accompany them on the visit?
Of course, what I am is not important; I'm just tagging along on a tour and having dinner. What's important is what Director Ge thinks. What matters most is what leaders of that level think. What policy support they can leave for the ranch after the visit, or even just a few words mentioned at another meeting—that would be a huge benefit. Compared to that, not only my thoughts, but even our boss's thoughts are unimportant.
Will the ranch's production and operations receive more support? Will there be better treatment? What policy support can we get? Are there low-interest loan subsidies? All of these depend on the leaders' decisions.
I'm just a passerby; I don't need to worry about Old Ma or Old Ge. I'm just an observer, someone whose attention vanishes instantly at the slightest provocation.
So, the goddess I just met is flanking the short, chubby, and sturdy Director Ge, softly explaining the ranch's equipment, and occasionally even acting coquettish…
Although I find it a bit hard to watch, that's how society is.
Like those farm laborers in digital camouflage on the ranch, they're not even as well off as me. At least today I don't have to work; I just need to keep an eye on things. Meanwhile, they're busy herding the ranch's female animals from one place to another, then carrying some cloths to cover them and wipe their bodies. I have some thoughts now. That thing next to the haystack probably isn't just a big tree; it's some kind of camouflage-covered equipment. But it doesn't matter. My knowledge can't keep up with societal development anyway. Who knows what kind of equipment it is? Just a few minutes ago, I didn't even know how humans are bred.
I'm insignificant; my thoughts don't matter.
Even the thought of feeling better about those who seem to have it harder than me, that I'm not the most unfortunate one, doesn't matter.
Even the thought of buying some cheap stuff from the ranch after the visit—a very natural thought for someone like me who loves bargains—doesn't matter.
"Distinguished leaders, this way. We're going to have a high-level look at the rail transport system."
The visiting group turned and headed towards a station suspended in the air. Xiao Yin explained that we could ride in small cars suspended on a mid-air track and slowly enjoy the scenery of the entire ranch. Of course, the main purpose of this thing was probably just to provide convenience for visitors. Even if it could be used to monitor those so-called "soft female" creatures on the ranch, it wouldn't be of much use. Because I saw that the migrant workers in digital camouflage around me were already working very hard. They were already on the ranch, why would they climb up high to look at those females? When people are busy, they don't have any leisure time. Look at them shaking those curtains, it seems they've caused some tears. Oh well, it doesn't matter, I can't do the work for them.
"This track system was specially commissioned and built by our Ryan Ranch. It's roughly divided into three layers. The bottom layer has the suspended carts 2.5 meters above the ground, which can be used for feeding and close-up observation of animal growth. The middle layer is the most commonly used and default track, with its observation carts 3.5 meters above the ground, allowing for better observation of various ground conditions. As an employee benefit, there are nearly 20 stations throughout the ranch, and each station has access to this parking unit. For example, if our employees are tired from work and don't want to walk back to their current location, they can simply climb to the nearest station and call an observation cart to go to any point. Furthermore, the carts on the middle layer are for all-around observation; their upper..." The walls are transparent on all sides, offering a panoramic view of the ranch. Of course, there are various screens and partitions, like skylights, curtains, and activity areas, which can all be closed to create a quieter environment. To be honest, I practiced here before my audition for the arts college entrance exam. It rarely disturbed anyone working, though that also means my high notes weren't clear enough. The top floor, nearly 6 meters above the ground, mainly serves as a monitoring system to monitor the entire ranch in real time. As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther
you see; any emergencies on the ranch can be promptly reported through this monitoring system. I slowly moved to the back of the line, so I could see the girls more comprehensively without staring at them too intently. I could also greet the staff around me with a smile. You guys are really working hard, constantly waving those screens, I don't know what the purpose is; watching them work seems meaningless to me.
The scenery on those screens was quite nice, though. The images were even dynamic, probably made of flexible display material? Sometimes they were lifted up, sometimes they overlapped. Distant mountains, nearby waters, and beautiful girls—it was breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps that was the so-called flexible screen. Digital equipment could display what these employees wanted to see. But as an ordinary clerk, I really didn't understand the purpose of these devices or the principles behind them. I only knew that these migrant workers in camouflage were really working hard. There are people in the world who live even harder lives than you, which makes me feel a little better, even though such comparisons are meaningless. But like when I look at girls now, meaningless things can sometimes bring some comfort.
Although I knew my seat was towards the back, I obviously didn't expect to be almost the last person on the track observation system. Those lazybones, uh, the bosses, were just too lazy. Of course, maybe they were also trying to have some private conversations, but none of them were going to continue the tour. So, even though I was only at the back, I became the last person to board the bus.
The tram stop near the office area has a rather unoriginal name: Ryan's Eye. This tram departure station is designed like a Ferris wheel, supposedly rising from the station to a certain height before touring the entire farm – a completely pointless idea, I dare say. However, it's said that the system's cost is roughly the same as a track that only rotates once without the Ferris wheel, so since it's all the same, they might as well try something a little more creative, even if the idea itself is rather uninteresting.
When it was my turn, I was the only one riding in the four-person cabin; no one from the ranch accompanied me, and I had no idea how the tram would depart. Fortunately, it didn't depart immediately. I first looked at the small observation cabin; it really lacked creativity – just a Ferris wheel design, except the top hook was replaced with a small, self-powered support beam. The small observation window was transparent on all sides, except for a closed skylight at the top, allowing you to see everything around you without restraint, including the girls running around naked in the ranch.
So this is how these beautiful creatures move in their natural environment. Some roll around on all fours, while others stroll upright, driven by migrant workers. Still others strike various poses, like leaning against a tree and bending one leg over their head. It seems there's nothing in the wild that can be understood through common sense. Fortunately, I can observe these scenes without disturbing them through the transparent observation window. According to some theory, if you observe something closely, you'll interfere with it, but I imagine this interference is relatively small.
As the small granaries rise and rotate one by one on the spiral arm of the Eye of the Ranch, the scenery before me slowly expands, but perhaps it's just my imagination, I don't feel the ranch has expanded. My field of vision seems to be limited to the area I arrived in, and there are many places where people are setting up screens, with even stranger images on them. But what does it matter? My gaze is now fixed on the large granary where Goddess Yin and Engineer Ge are located at my feet. Since they were the first granary, theoretically, I, the last one, have become their neighbor.
However, the indifferent creatures living in big cities probably will never witness their neighbors mating in their entire lives, while I, having been neighbors with Mr. Ge for only 15 seconds, witnessed his mating preparations.
Indeed, if you pay special attention to certain things, your observations will lead you to very abnormal conclusions.
If his mating partner wasn't the beautiful female host, the scene wouldn't be so interesting, but since the mating partner was indeed the host, my heart wasn't at ease.
Perhaps because the observation bays behind the leader were almost at the same level as him, he didn't notice that the sunroof of the first car wasn't closed. The last observation bay could still see him. Through the unclosed sunroof curtain, I could see a delicate collarbone and two full, rounded headlights protruding. His dress was torn open like a beautifully wrapped gift. Mr. Ge's very thick lips were carefully wiping away any sweat that might be present on the delicate skin between his collarbone and navel.
There was naturally no sound, because you can't hear a sobbing sound that permeates the surroundings from dozens of meters away. However, even from inside the observation cabin, it was unlikely to hear anything. The presenter was clearly enduring it, trying hard to keep his mouth completely silent; he was just constantly shaking his head, his once-piled hair loosening and playfully bouncing.
I really wanted to get a good look, and before this thought vanished like the rest of my day, I quickly pressed the button to switch to a higher altitude. The observation vehicle started operating at a height of six meters above the ground, which would give me a better view of the engineer and presenter. But after a few glances, my mind started wandering again. It wasn't very interesting. At six meters, the girls on the ground seemed to have disappeared completely. Occasionally, I could see construction workers in digital camouflage holding up the curtain—maybe there was some meaning to it. Oh well, I'd better focus on my presenter. I found the control panel for the observation vehicle, pressed the acceleration button twice, and soon my observation vehicle was above and behind the lead vehicle. I quickly slowed down, and the clicking noise decreased considerably. I thought I heard a sound...
"What? Yes! Release! Continue releasing! What? Start? What? Switch?"
I guessed that as we boarded the observation pod, the ranch had also made some adjustments. The camouflage uniforms associated with the cute girls were no longer targeting the beautiful females, but instead gathered in large numbers near the tracks. However, I didn't pay attention to these changes. The engine was still making some noise, and I anxiously looked at the scene before me, of course not pressing myself against the observation window floor. I still wanted to maintain the appearance of... an operator who seemed to have accidentally pressed a button, even though this would give me a distance of over 100 centimeters, it was enough to see.
In just that short moment, the beautiful woman's hair was completely disheveled, draped over her body. To my surprise, her hair was almost waist-length instead of the shoulder-length I had imagined, and she didn't resist as much as before. It was as if she had received some promise and began to obediently follow the engineer's orders.
Engineer Ge continued removing the woman's armor, unaware that someone was hovering over him, about two meters above his head, unsure whether to encourage him or discourage him.
My blood seemed to be flowing faster; such scenes weren't common, so I had to cover my nose to stop the bleeding while watching my boss perform a real-life martial arts movie. The female host seemed completely defeated, offering no resistance as Engineer Ge slowly removed the lining of her black dress. Of course, from this angle, my car wasn't as noticeable; I shouldn't say I'm Sun Wukong, able to shrink and become invisible.
"No, it hurts..."
I could still hear faint voices. Should I hope or hate the awakening of my super hearing ability?
I was just a few meters above them, watching as the beauty I had once admired was slowly unwrapped. Now, Xiao Yin's delicate jade feet were completely engulfed by Ge Gong's large mouth. After a few swallows and thrusts, his tongue brazenly invaded her crystal-clear little toes. The beautiful host's face was clearly flushed.
"Ah...ah...harder...harder...I can't take it...it's too...itchy...um..."
Although Ge Gong wasn't as tall as Xiao Yin, he was still incredibly robust. He spread the beauty's legs apart and started biting her cute little pig feet. In an instant, his body completely covered the host, and I could only vaguely hear some intermittent sounds,
"um...you're so bad...you hate me...why do you like...my place...um..."
"Beauty...touch me...I...I want..." The beauty
, whose legs were almost folded in half, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Ge Gong. It was quite remarkable that she could hold onto her folded legs and her body, which was as big as a gasoline drum.
"Little girl, you're so tempting~~ Mmm... Your tongue is so soft~~ Mmm... Mmm..."
Although those little feet were very pretty, the order of kissing her feet first and then her mouth still felt like an unoptimal solution to me, a science and engineering graduate.
But I haven't even figured out a feasible solution yet!
Director Ge made the tour guide's hair all over the place, lifted her onto a seat, and then knelt between Xiao Yin's legs. He then suddenly thrust his penis into her vagina, then hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and leaned down, placing his hands on either side of Xiao Yin's body. He then used his penis to press against the entrance of the beauty's vagina, and with a thrust of his hips, his penis went straight in with a "squeak".
My mouth went dry, my eyes were glued to the screen, blood rushed to my head, and I felt like I was spitting fire.
"Oh...gently...gently...oh...it hurts...um...no...um...gently...um...ah..."
My petite body was pressed down by the director's broad body, and my beautiful legs were hoisted onto his shoulders. Fortunately, it wasn't very clear from above.
"Ugh...so good...yes...yes...that's it...just the right amount of force...ah...comfortable...so comfortable...ugh...ah..."
Although he was fat, his movements were very fast.
"Ugh...oh...yes...just like that...slower...good...so comfortable...oh...um..."
The burly engineer slapped the beautiful tour guide's shapely buttocks hard.
"How is it...is it strong enough...squeeze tighter...yes...squeeze harder..."
"So strong...so good...so deep...so numb...ooh...coming...coming...ah...ah...ah..."
I had to pull my eyes out of the car and look around. The ranch was quite large, but now there wasn't much grass left; some areas were sparse, others lush. However, there were more laborers in camouflage uniforms than before. Were they here to cut grass?
I hoped they wouldn't get to see the beautiful scenery I was about to witness.
"Maximum dose release. Ready. Begin!"
I turned my gaze back to that flushed, beautiful body and blood-red sweat. Then, the small vehicle suddenly turned blue.
It was as if hundreds of lightning bolts were flashing through the vehicle.
Then, like the former Soviet Union, Gorbachev split apart
. Gorbachev, also known as Director Gorbachev?
The beautiful Xiao Yin could still move. Her hands, encircling the sturdy body, instantly pulled out Gorbachev's entire skeleton. Gorbachev's flesh fell to the ground in pieces.
But the skeleton seemed unaware that it had separated, or perhaps it was a last remaining movement, or maybe a reaction to the electric shock, it was still futilely charging towards the beautiful woman.
"End, quick, end it quickly!"
What was that voice in my ear?

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