The act of planting the flag was not smooth.
Even though the soil was rich and welcoming, even though its ownership was undisputed, those who had long dwelled in this sacred land struggled to accept the sudden shift. Fear of the unknown gripped them, and they resisted the arrival of the banner bearer in every way they could.
Yet the bearer remained patient. There was no forceful demolition, no violence. Only calm persuasion gently revealing the bounty that could be reaped from the land, soothing its guardian's resistance.
Meanwhile, the flag itself lingered at the edge of the sanctuary, waiting for the right moment to descend.
And then came the rainy season.
The already fertile earth became slick and heavy, swelling with moisture as if a deep well had been tapped beneath it, bubbling up from underground. The grip on the flagpole wavered slightly, weakened by the flood. That was when Ethan Chen, long prepared and watchful, knew the moment had come.
Without hesitation, he aimed for the patch of land he had long since claimed in his heart and drove his banner down with determined force.
Only now, with this act, did he truly claim the sacred site of Jerusalem a land essential to any conquest within the realm of the 3D District.
Tifa arched her neck back sharply. She understood what the sudden fullness meant.
Yet instead of the pain described in books, all she felt was overwhelming pleasure. Her body responded instinctively, moving of its own accord.
"You closet perv," Ethan muttered under his breath. He didn't even move. He simply laced his fingers with hers and watched as she squirmed helplessly in his arms, trying to make sense of the new sensation.
"Help me," Tifa pleaded softly, her brows drawn together. "Don't tease me like this…"
"Tease?" Ethan feigned ignorance. "It just… slipped in by accident. I'll take it out."
He made a show of withdrawing, but her strong, toned legs clamped tightly around his waist, refusing to let him go.
He didn't toy with her further. Respecting her unspoken wish, Ethan began to move gently within the narrow, exquisite space. A few shallow thrusts, each deliberate, each infused with careful rhythm and hidden skill.
And just like that, Tifa began to understand what 2B had experienced in the changing room two days prior.
A sensation that made her want to cry out but modesty, dignity, and restraint forced her to bite her lip and endure in silence.
Seeing her struggle, Ethan decided to be wicked.
"It's okay to let go," he whispered, releasing her hands to grasp her legs instead. He lifted them upward and pressed them to her shoulders, positioning her with reverence and purpose like a temple's arch framing its inner sanctum.
"Let me hear your voice. That's what gives me the strength to keep going. That's how I make sure you're enjoying it too."
With that, he lifted his hips slowly, like a cannon drawing back for a powerful shot. Tifa's eyes fluttered open, trying to glimpse what he would do next.
Then the cannon fired.
With a deep, explosive thrust, he struck the center of her being.
Tifa's upper body arched high, her mouth open in a silent cry. She could no longer bite back the sound but even so, no voice came out.
Only after a long pause did her body collapse back onto the pillow. She covered her eyes with the back of her hand, breathing heavily.
Below, the well that had been pierced overflowed, and crystal-clear droplets pooled on the surface of her skin. The damp curls between her legs shimmered, glistening with dew.
"Already worn out?" Ethan whispered against her lips, before descending to taste the ripe strawberry that had caught his eye. He sucked gently, then bit down, pulling it until it stretched before snapping free.
The heavy fruit bounced once, twice, jiggling like pudding in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
"Let's take a little break," Tifa murmured weakly. She couldn't imagine how she'd survive if Ethan unleashed the same force he used on 2B those wild, relentless strikes that made even her artificial frame tremble.
"It's always like this the first time," Ethan said gently, brushing her hair back as he rolled his hips again, preparing for the next round. "You'll get used to it."
Tifa tried to protest, to ask him to slow down but before the words could leave her lips, he was inside her again, delivering another blow that struck dead center.
This time, the force of the impact distorted the generous curves of her hips, sending ripples through her flesh. Her backside hit the bed with a loud slap, bounced, and landed again.
"Ahhh~~"
"That's more like it," Ethan said with a grin, leaning down to taste the fruit once more, never halting his rhythm.
Now came the barrage not just a single cannon shot, but a modern fusillade, a relentless barrage that razed the landscape like a military campaign determined to level every enemy outpost.
The booming rhythm shook everything around them. The bed, the floor, their very souls. The tremors echoed like an earthquake.
And Tifa?
She couldn't hold back anymore. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling slightly from her lips, lost in the onslaught.
Seeing this, Ethan finally relented.
It was her first time, after all. She was still made of flesh and blood not like 2B, who could withstand far more.
Slowing down, he shifted onto his side and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close as if to shield her. One hand gently cupped her full, still-quivering fruit, while his hips rocked with a soft, almost lazy rhythm.
Under this tender rhythm, Tifa's consciousness gradually returned, and she let out a long, shuddering breath.
"That was terrifying… I thought I died for a second."
"I can go easier next time," Ethan said, brushing a thumb over the strawberry-shaped nipple. "If you had to choose again, would you still say no, or would you just say yes from the start?"
Tifa snuggled against him, mumbling, "This was fine… But I don't want to go through that again."
"So you've fallen for it after all, huh? Closet perv," Ethan teased.
"I am not-" Tifa protested, only to bite her lip again when she realized arguing might provoke him further.
Ethan seized the moment, lifting her chin and drawing her into another deep kiss.
And even as their lips met, his body hadn't stopped moving. The soft rhythm beneath continued, bringing wave after wave of pleasure, anchoring Tifa to him not just physically but in heart and soul.
She would never forget his shape. His presence, etched deep inside her.
But tender moments never last long.
Ethan's gentle rhythm soon shifted. He struck her generous, round hips with renewed force, each slap like rain pelting against a windowpane.
Tifa, no stranger to certain noises and rhythms, finally grasped what was being asked of her. She matched his beat, letting her voice follow the rhythm like a melody joining a drumline giving Ethan all the motivation he needed to keep going.
And finally, at the peak of their entwined symphony, their bodies convulsed in perfect unison, one with a low growl, the other a high-pitched cry.
Only then did they finally stop.
In the aftermath, the two held each other tightly, locking in a final, breathless kiss.
And in that kiss, they tasted the lingering sweetness of what had just transpired.
Time passed. Slowly.
And as Tifa lay in Ethan's arms, she once again felt the surge of energy from his body his fighting spirit, fully reignited.
This time, she didn't speak. She simply looked into his eyes with a pleading gaze.
She couldn't take any more.
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