A woman with long-gray hair entered the room. Her legs wrapped in translucent black stockings, her steps carried the weight of her stilettos. Her crimson pupils glanced at Senti, and then to Sushang.
Senti inadvertently glanced at the feathery mask hanging on her waist.
“Make sure that thing of yours won’t explode.”
“Of course.”
A teasing tone ca out of Vita’s mouth.
“Mask? That mask? Isn’t it a manifestation of Blade Mantra’s… eh?”
The outdated Sushang suffered from lack of information once more.
Seeing her dumbfounded face, Senti decided to spill the beans. While she was doing so, Vita sat down on the third seat, fiddling with the tip of the wine glass.
“All of that happened? No wonder his experiences contained such depth!”
Sushang looked at Vita—on her mask.
“That thing’s an Aeon?”
“Aha is not an Aeon!”
The two won almost jumped out of their seats the mont they heard that high-pitched childish voice.
“I apologize. I cannot seem to keep it under wraps for long.”
Vita ‘slapped’ the mask with her pointy finger. Silence ensued right after.
“How did you manage to do it?”
Senti looked curiously at Vita. She also did not know much about her situation, just that the literal Aeon of Elation, Aha, latched onto her when she returned to Earth.
Vita privately spoke with Kiana after that. Since then, the situation was kept under wraps.
“I don’t know myself. It chose by itself.”
“So it’s a picky spiritual artifact?” Sushang asked.
“It can be considered like that.”
“Aha is not very picky! Aha goes wherever fun is!”
Vita silently slapped another “mute” on her mask.
“Isn’t it annoying to have a chatterbox all day long?”
Senti looked at Vita’s mask and felt sowhat annoyed by it.
“Aha says you are it! Haha!”
“...”
Her eyes twitched as the mask’s ragebaits worked wonders against Senti.
Sohow, she feels irked by its presence. Aha’s presence elicited irritation.
“Sister Vita, can I borrow your mask?”
Seeing her intent, a pleasant smile appeared on Vita’s face. The mask on her waist vibrated every now and then, wanting to spout countless punchlines.
“Sure, no problem.”
The mont her feathery mask was touched by Senti, it acted up once again.
“Aha is not afraid of you!”
Veins appeared on Senti’s wrist.
“You are not afraid, huh. So do I.”
Senti’s first fight against an Aeon took place in a dining pavilion…
*****
“Mu…”
“Huff…”
Our breaths intertwined.
I looked at the dazed Tuna on top of , her alluring body pressed against mine.
One month.
I did nothing except to be led on. It used to be who relied on realm advantages to ‘bully’ others.
The triumphant Kiana rode on my dick for an entire month, sucking dry.
The internal suction force was one thing.
Her waist movents are too damn overpowered.
We are long beyond the usual thrusts and likes. Having Kiana sit on my lap and pilot my flesh rod like a joystick inside her moist caves is a brand new experience.
Weirdly specific, because it felt extrely good.
Being dominated does not sound as bad as it seems..?
“Noo… Sirin’s here.”
“...Say what?”
Before I could process what would happen, the door to the bedroom opened.
I froze.
Sirin, who was standing there, also froze.
I felt her gaze scanning us as she locked the door behind her.
“Y-you..! And you are wearing a nurse outfit! Aren’t you scared of triggering his injuries?”
Already in a dazed and lazy state, Kiana murmured blurrily:
“Dwal cuwtivation… is good…”
Triggered by Sirin's presence, my mouth was locked by her once more. Her fragrant tongue invaded my mouth, putting in a passive situation. The circling movents of her waist rged with the strong grip of her pussy’s insides, producing a heavenly sensation.
Before long, I found myself releasing my milk inside her womb. The chills, arcs, whatever it was, that travelled up to my crown made gasp.
The Tuna joined in my climax. Her fluids could not stop leaving her moist cave with every pulling-back motion that she did.
Kiana’s nurse outfit is fully disheveled. Only one of the lower buttons remained, exposing her vast expanse of whiteness and the nipples that existed underneath. She did not wear any underwear for this lewd mont.
“...unfair…”
I had just escaped Kiana’s mouth. I tilted my head and saw Sirin stripping off her underwear. She wore her “magical girl” outfit. Her long white legs remain exposed along with her shoulders.
She crawled atop the bed, competing with Kiana for the top position.
“Move. It’s my turn.”
“Mhm… later.”
“No. I want it now!”
Kiana did not move. Instead, it was her waist that did.
My exaggerated cum volu originated from my cultivator physique. I am still in a state of climax, numbing down my brain. One month of pure domination—of doing nothing except hugging her with my arms—triggered a brand new stimulus within .
The two quarreled for a while.
Sirin set her sights on before moving downwards. She crawled onto my legs, her gaze staying on my erect flesh rod being enveloped by Kiana’s insides. Kiana, too, was sohow caught off guard by her actions.
Before we could react, I felt the tip of Sirin’s tongue on my shaft. I hastily used my divine consciousness; the sight sending my mind to a whirlpool of chaos.
Her nimble tongue licked it up and down. Whenever Kiana’s pink slit coincides with Sirin’s tongue, the latter retaliates by licking it as well.
She did not hesitate to swallow the sexual fluids leaking out of us. A strange sense of sha perated my being, though it is because I am getting turned on by her ‘submissive’ act.
The thought of having two similar won with opposite traits satisfying my needs at once caused my flesh rod to twitch.
“Mn..!”
Kiana’s hands pressed on my shoulders. The tinge of red travelling her face isn’t just embarrassnt, but her competitive edge.
She wanted to assert dominance even with Sirin’s presence!
The rhythm of her thrusts grew faster. Similarly, Sirin’s tongue covered more of my shaft like an expert popsicle licker. Her cold, trembling hands held my legs. The two Tunas competed at the sa ti, sending their subject () into an unprecedented level of bliss.
I will get drained dry at this point.
Will I regret this?
…
Hell no.
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