Underworld.
Suze felt like he'd slumbered in darkness for ages. Consciousness surged back, and his eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Not the Kurashiki house. Where am I?"
Propping himself up, he scanned the room. A lavish single hospital ward, beige decor screaming wealth.
On the bed beside him, a blonde mature woman slept on her side, facing away. Her curvaceous figure was like rolling hills, side-boob visible, hips a full half wider than her waist. Even asleep, she wore glossy black stockings that screamed seduction.
It was Reika Kurashiki.
Rena, dozing by the bed, stirred at Suze's movement. Rubbing sleepy eyes, she suddenly widened them.
Suze swiftly covered her mouth.
Rena blinked, confused. He slowly released her, unplugging the vital monitors.
Someone had changed him into loose hospital clothes, easy to move in.
Suze gripped Rena's chin and kissed her deeply.
He'd missed her.
Their lips parted, a glistening thread sparkling between them.
Rena's eyes were hazy, overwhelmed with emotion.
For some reason, Suze felt more manly. Intimate acts with him sent her hormones erupting like a volcano, her body heating, instinctively yielding.
"How long was I out?" Suze asked.
"A day," Rena purred, eyes sultry.
Her pale fingers wandered downward, her core a drenched cave.
She wanted him—badly. Desperately.
Rena Kurashiki's Desire Points +211
Suze caught the thick scent of desire, his body responding with ancient vigor.
It'd been too long since he'd tasted flesh.
Yoshino's offering was days ago, yet it felt like years.
Once the soul and body's flames ignited, they could turn an oasis to desert.
The War Demon Bloodline's lust boost was terrifying.
Yujiro Hanma, in his hunger, didn't discriminate. Suze's system curbed that danger but couldn't fully sever it.
Desire, rooted in the human soul, grew with power.
Rip!
His loose pants tore at the seam. Suze spread his legs, pulling Rena onto his lap.
Her flimsy underwear tore like paper.
"Help…"
Rena's heart trembled. After a nap, Ze-kun's weapon was demonic—beyond terrifying!
Its menacing aura made her drool, lips parting wide.
Gulp!
A strange sound, like a python forcing into a cave.
Rena's upper lips gaped too. She looked down, her belly bulging, feeling three pounds heavier.
Rough fingers invaded her mouth, stifling her cries, while a hand clamped her slender waist.
She was a doll in a bear-child's grasp.
Suze's legs rotated, pumping like a well, drawing sweet water in waves.
Pleasure flooded every pore, his sensitivity exploding, each hair alive with ecstasy.
"Roar…"
A beastly growl rumbled from his throat, his spine tingling, his core quaking, craving more.
His Demon Brain spun vivid fantasies.
A doll pinned by a bear-child, golden hair disheveled, tender mouth ravaged, held so tight she couldn't breathe.
Sometimes choked, tongue lolling, eyes rolling back. Sometimes folded, ankles gripped and pressed back, hips arched high.
No matter the pose, the bear-child's weapon stayed lodged in the warm cave, tearing the doll apart or melting into her, merging as one.
Oddly, the doll began to wail—pleasure before death or a final lullaby.
The bear-child felt satisfied but wanted more play.
Suddenly, a cool yet warm ring gripped the weapon's base.
The Demon Brain's visions grew wilder.
Outside, a dark night sky. Inside, warm lights. The big doll had risen, unable to watch the little doll suffer. She pulled the weapon free.
Exposed to cold air, the weapon's sensitivity spiked.
The big doll seized it, her tongue gliding down, saliva flowing as she gathered her golden waves.
Her kiss was gentle yet aggressive, brimming with a mature woman's care.
The bear-child expected a half-hearted effort, but she was serious.
Desire dripped from her face, as if she savored it too.
Her lush, mature figure—fat in all the right places—bent forward, long legs straight, her full hips stretching her skirt taut.
If seduction had tiers, she was the ceiling—without heels.
In heels? God-tier.
The little doll, drooling, eyes rolled back, glanced at her "Mama."
If she saw those long legs, she'd notice a waterfall soaking the glossy stockings, shimmering silver.
The bear-child grunted.
So good!
Unprecedented pleasure!
Like an infant in the womb, basking in pure bliss.
The big doll's thumb and finger circled the weapon's base, moving subtly, her tongue swirling, lips sucking in perfect sync.
Under layered sensations, the bear-child burned like a melting candle.
Every inch of her mouth's advance, every finger's motion, fueled the fire.
His head buzzed with electric tingles, glutes tightening, hips arching.
The weapon quaked wildly!
A sign of imminent collapse!
He fought to hold back, unwilling to end the bliss.
But the big doll's sultry eyes flickered. She raised her head elegantly, golden waves cascading, glowing.
The weapon hit cold air again, sensitivity soaring!
Her finger, like a dragon-slaying hunter, pressed precisely on the pulsing tip.
The touch was delicate.
A gentle press.
The weapon shuddered, engulfed in molten heat, losing all sense, erupting in torrents of scalding lava.
The bear-child's retaliation.
But the big doll, prepared, dodged. Only her hand caught some lava—her body untouched.
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