The demon mind refused to quiet, even after surrender. Absurd fantasies spiraled on, vivid and unrelenting.
The primal War Demon bloodline was terrifying!
When the body was battered, it adapted, evolved, and shattered its limits.
The same held true for stamina!
Once, Su Ze could manage ten rounds a day at best. Now, his energy felt inexhaustible, a relentless drive that grew fiercer with each battle, as if possessed. Imagine wielding a golden core of vitality, rallying for war moments after defeat, each clash more exhilarating than the last—especially with a breathtaking beauty as the prize. Such pleasure was impossible to resist, an addiction no one could escape!
If endurance could break limits, so could creation.
Ten hours, twelve, a day… three days… a week… three weeks! A month! A year!
"So cool!"
"Kāsan's so cool!"
The little doll's eyes flickered, gleaming with an eerie light.
Her mind was fried. Though her spirit yearned to continue, her body protested. Seeing Kāsan's state, a tidal wave of desire surged within her once more.
Her eyes widened abruptly.
Bathed in moonlight and warm lamplight, the big doll licked her fingers with reckless abandon, like a ravenous beast.
Unsatisfied, she tilted her shimmering neck, molten passion sliding from her slender fingers to her tongue.
Her throat pulsed, once, twice.
The big doll's eyes glazed over, her lush, alabaster body trembling faintly!
The little doll felt as if she were witnessing the birth of a demon!
Kāsan could never return to her former self!
And that was wonderful!
Far from fear, the little doll revered this demon, basking in blissful awe.
The big doll leaned down again, engulfing the rekindled weapon in one swift motion.
The naughty boy felt his thighs pressed by a pair of impossibly soft, liquid orbs, his weapon submerged in a warm, sacred spring.
"This feeling… pure bliss!"
The spring exuded a rich, heady fragrance—not youthful innocence, but the pinnacle of mature allure.
A transcendent rush flooded the boy's heart.
His weapon's power grew even more fearsome.
The big doll's eyes rolled back, her throat aching from the impact.
"Cough!" She choked, covering her mouth, a sly smile curling her lips.
The first rush came too quickly.
It might not fully satisfy her.
The big doll stepped onto the bed, her pale feet pressing into the mattress. Looming over the boy, her full thighs parted, arms clasped behind her neck as she began to lower herself slowly.
Her pose was strikingly frog-like.
As her legs bent nearly ninety degrees, her soft, silken mound grazed a searing heat, as if scorched by a red-hot iron. The touched spot felt like it was melting, a snow cone under a summer sun.
Her seductive smile twisted into something wild, her body plunging downward!
The demon mind's visions grew ever more vivid.
A wet squelch echoed in the air.
The boy, now the weapon, charged headlong into a pink valley.
It was as if a taboo had been breached.
The valley, a jade vase brimming with the waters of the world, overflowed with sweet nectar.
At first, the boy felt constricted, but under the mounting pressure above, he slipped through like an eel in a swamp.
A clash of wet heat and cool relief hit him!
The tightness within was staggering, as if countless hands massaged him from all sides.
It was a massage, not a pull, because the passage's texture was exquisite.
Soft, resilient, slick.
The boy traversed a winding, warm tunnel, finding terraced fields. Step by step, he climbed, each tier distinct.
Ordinary dolls' valleys had folds that smoothed out when nourished, becoming slick and sticky.
But some exceptional dolls were different. Their folds remained, like terraced fields, letting the sensitive boy feel every ripple, sliding through a honeyed sea, electrifyingly intense.
As the valley consumed the boy, it quivered, jets of nectar spraying in a spectacular display.
Within were not only terraces but a cascading waterfall cave.
A true haven of fields and home.
Then came the squats!
The frenzied squats of a ripened woman!
A storm raged in the heavens, the cuckoo's wild cries echoing through the rain.
Vibrant begonias trembled under the tempest's assault.
The great sage wielded his staff, churning the seas, waves towering.
In true ecstasy, the boy himself vanished—waist and mind numb, driven by a single thought.
Attack! Attack! Attack!
Pleasure crawled through every nerve!
In the bizarre fantasy, a patient appeared, lying on the bed.
This patient, ever disciplined, lifted into a hip bridge.
Her thighs brushed the big doll's glossy stockings, feeling the fine grit and the forceful impact of her lush legs.
Air, sound, touch, mind—every element sent shivers to the scalp.
Air: Crisp and fragrant!
Sound: Frenzied and wild!
Touch: Sublime and masterful!
Mind: Ultimate ecstasy!
The true peak arrived swiftly.
The assault rifle braved the storm, each shot piercing the deepest core.
The valley's mouth steamed, like a long-sealed furnace.
A peculiar, intoxicating fragrance wafted with each opening, lingering in the room, soul-stirring.
The boy's playful momentum paused briefly, but two seconds later, he surged again, veins bulging.
The patient tried to rise, only to feel a warm, firm hand steady her waist.
A signal to stop.
The patient caught her breath, lying back, but the boy vibrated eagerly, as if urging her on.
The big doll exhaled, her sultry eyes glancing at the patient. Her delicate hand traced her abdomen, then the valley's entrance.
Still intact, not truly melted.
She pressed herself down, arms slipping under the patient's shoulders, her stunning face nuzzling close, her ample orbs flattening into ovals.
"My turn's not over," the big doll purred, her magnetic voice dripping like honey, soul-melting.
The patient froze, soul shaken, hands clamping onto the doll's slender waist, refusing to let go.
Boom!
The big doll's hips arched high, then crashed down, the sound like a cannon's roar.
Her upper body stayed still, but her lower half worked like a pile driver, each impact splashing oil.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
No ordinary person could fathom the sensation of colliding with such a lush rear, only to be flung back by its elastic recoil. Yet the big doll wielded that magic.
The little doll slowly came to, watching the creamy snow drip down the terraced fields.
The scene's impact was overwhelming.
"Kāsan… Ze-kun…" She snapped back to reality, kneeling up, her eyes brimming with resentment.
The beastly mother glanced at her daughter, then turned back, her squats unrelenting, her voice growing even more sultry.
Calling her a sow wouldn't be unfair.
Su Ze caught the sound, glancing at his little girlfriend with a knowing look.
The little doll puffed her cheeks, crawling over on all fours to join the fray.
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