The chamber doors sealed with that final, ominous thud, trapping us in this twisted fuck den.
The holographic woman's words hung in the air like a curse: "Bond... or die."
I stood there, buck naked, my old, wrinkled body on full display—sagging skin, gray hair, the works.
But my cock? It was a traitor, standing tall at eight inches, thick and veiny, throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own, pre-cum already leaking from the tip in shiny beads.
The aphrodisiac haze in the room was hitting me hard, making my balls ache with need, but my mind? Somehow, it stayed sharp. Sane enough to know this wasn't right.
Mei Ling and Lin Yue were crawling toward me on all fours under that sheet I'd thrown over them, their bodies twisting like they were possessed by some horny demon.
The fabric clung to their sweat-slicked skin, outlining every curve—their perky tits heaving with each breath, nipples poking through like they were begging to be pinched, asses jiggling as they moved.
Their faces were pure lust: eyes glazed over with heat, tongues lolling out, drool dripping down their chins onto the floor.
Mei Ling's cheeks were flushed red, her usually innocent features twisted into something feral, while Lin Yue looked like a wild animal in heat, her green eyes burning with desperate want.
"Tianlong... it's so hot," Mei Ling whimpered, her voice breathy and broken, one hand slipping under the sheet to rub at her gushing pussy.
I could hear the wet sounds from here, her thighs slick and shining with her juices. "I feel like I'm melting... please, do something. Fuck me... fill me up..."
Lin Yue was right there with her, grinding her hips against the stone floor, the sheet riding up to show her toned ass cheeks clenching. "Old man... I need it... your cock... shove it in me... I'm burning up inside!"
Her body trembled, sweat pouring down her neck into her cleavage, making her tits glisten.
She reached out, fingers clawing at the air toward my leaking dick, like she could already taste it.
It was the hottest shit I'd ever seen—two gorgeous women, reduced to dripping messes, begging for it.
My cock twitched harder, more pre-cum oozing out, and part of me wanted to dive in, claim them right there on the floor.
But I clenched my jaw, biting down so hard I tasted blood.
This wasn't them. This was the trial's fucked-up magic twisting their minds, turning them into slaves.
They weren't whores—they were my women, and I'd win them properly, not like this.
"Control yourselves!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. "What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it!"
They didn't stop. Instead, they lunged, throwing themselves at me under the sheet, rubbing their bodies against my legs like cats in heat.
Mei Ling pressed her tits against my thigh, grinding her wet pussy on my shin, while Lin Yue wrapped her arms around my waist, her face inches from my cock, hot breath making it jump. "Please... Tianlong... it hurts so good... I need you inside me..."
I grabbed them both, hugging them tightly to my chest, pinning their writhing bodies against me.
Their heat was overwhelming—soft curves pressing everywhere, nipples hard against my skin, their juices soaking my legs.
My cock was sandwiched between them, rubbing against their bellies, pre-cum smearing on the sheet.
It took everything not to thrust.
But I had to break the spell. I pulled back just enough and—
bam
—gave each of them a solid headbutt, forehead to forehead. Not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to jolt them.
"Wake up!" I roared.
They reeled back, the sheet slipping a bit, exposing flashes of their flushed skin.
For a second, their horny masks cracked—eyes clearing, tears welling up.
Then they burst into sobs, throwing themselves back into my arms, hugging me tight.
"It's hard... we can't control it," Mei Ling cried, her body still trembling, hips bucking against me involuntarily. "Tianlong, it feels like fire inside... make it stop, please..."
Lin Yue was the same, tears streaming down her face as she ground against my side. "I-I don't want this... not like this... but my body's betraying me... help us, old man..."
"It's fine," I said, hugging them closer, my voice steady and comforting. "We'll get through this. You're strong—both of you. Fight it. Remember who you are. I'm here, and I won't let this break you."
Emotionally, I was pouring it on—whispering encouragements, stroking their hair through the sheet, being the rock they needed.
They clung to me, sobbing and nodding, their hearts opening up in the vulnerability.
This was how you win women—not by force, but by being there, earning their trust.
Rushing in now would hurt them, shatter that budding loyalty. Hearts needed to be won, not taken.
But physically? Oh, I was no saint. While they were busy crying and hugging, their bodies still twitching with need, I took the opportunity.
My hands "comforted" them, sliding under the sheet—one to each woman.
I pinched Mei Ling's nipple first, feeling the hard, pebbled texture twist under my fingers, her perky tit filling my palm perfectly, soft and bouncy as she gasped into my shoulder.
Then Lin Yue's—hers were thicker, more sensitive, the whole breast firm and heavy, jiggling as I groped and squeezed, rolling the nipple until she whimpered.
They twitched against me, bodies arching into my touch, but they thought it was part of the comfort, the haze making it blend with their emotions.
I acted like the wise old man, murmuring, "Shh, it's okay, let it out," while my fingers explored—feeling the weight, the warmth, the way their boobs molded to my hands.
Pre-cum leaked steadily from my cock, smearing on their bellies through the sheet, but I kept my face straight, like I was above it all.
[Deceptive Groping: Vitality +25]
[Harem Points +20]
[Bond Strengthening: Emotional Dependency Increased]
The system rewarded my sneaky ass, but I ignored it.
This wasn't about points right now—it was about balance.
Win their hearts emotionally, enjoy the perks physically without breaking them.
No one could stay pure in a situation like this, but I wasn't gonna hurt them by giving in fully. Not yet.
The holographic woman flickered, her voice amused. "Resisting? How novel. But the trial demands union. Persist, and the flames will consume you all."
The aphrodisiac haze thickened, making the women moan louder, their rubbing more insistent.
Mei Ling's hand brushed my cock "accidentally," sending jolts through me.
I clenched harder—fuck, this was torture.
But will I be a man if gave up to my desires?!
"Hold on," I whispered to them. "We'll find a way out. Together."