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Andy leaned back against the cold stone wall of the empty cell, still catching his breath from the rough encounter. Robin knelt between his legs, completely naked, her voluptuous body on full display. Her massive, dense breasts hung heavy and swaying, nipples stiff and pink, while thick streams of Andy's cum dripped slowly from her freshly fucked pussy, sliding down her thick thighs in sticky white trails. Her plump lips were wrapped around his still-hard cock, cleaning every last drop of semen that coated the shaft and head.
¡Slurp! ¡Slurp! ¡Slurp!
She bobbed her head slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, lapping up the salty remnants with lewd, wet sounds. Semen dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she worked, her cheeks hollowing with each deep suck.
Andy groaned softly, hips twitching. "Robin… do you have the key to the armory?"
Robin pulled off his cock with a wet ¡Pop!, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the glistening head. She licked it away with a slow swipe of her tongue, then looked up at him, green eyes hazy with lust.
"That key… only Madam Roxanne has it," she purred, voice thick and breathy. "No one else."
Andy frowned, hand resting on her head as she idly stroked his slick shaft. "Can you steal it from her?"
Robin let out a soft, mocking laugh, her huge tits jiggling with the motion. "Hardly. Madam Roxanne left the brothel yesterday. She won't be back for days. The substitute boss is Theresa now."
She gave his cock one last long lick from base to tip, cleaning the final bead of cum, then stood up slowly. Her fat ass wobbled as she bent to pick up her discarded maid uniform, semen still leaking from her swollen pussy and dripping onto the floor in fat drops.
¡Drip! ¡Drip!
Robin slipped her panties back on, the white fabric immediately soaking through with Andy's load as it pressed against her leaking cunt. She adjusted her skirt and blouse over her massive breasts, nipples still poking visibly through the thin material.
"Plan a way to get that key," Andy said, voice rough. "We need the poison."
Robin nodded, cheeks still flushed. "Tomorrow night I'll sneak back here after lights-out. I'll tell you what I can do, " she said as she turned and walked away.
Andy exhaled heavily as he watched her go, then muttered to himself while pulling up his pants: "Uf… that might have been the best sex I've ever had in this brothel. There are some sexual monsters here… like Theresa."
Robin paused at the doorway, glancing back with a slightly annoyed expression.
"Theresa is the worst monster of all. Once she gets going, she can squeeze every last drop of energy out of you."
With those words, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Andy alone with his thoughts.
When Andy reached the new hiding spot they'd scouted with Luxter, he found the snow-haired man sitting on the ground, casually munching on a stolen apple. As Andy approached, he noticed Luxter's face was swollen—cheek bruised purple, lip split, one eye half-shut from the beating.
"So you ended up taking a real thrashing?" Andy asked, crouching beside him.
Luxter spat a seed and gave a crooked grin. "Yeah… unfortunately, I didn't have the strength to fight a man built like that. But I hope my face didn't get smashed for nothing. At least that maid's on our side now, right?"
Andy nodded, sitting down next to him. "Robin's on board. She'll meet me tomorrow night to get us the key to the armory."
Luxter's red eyes sharpened despite the pain. "Tomorrow night? That's going to be a complicated mission. Kasmira is sharp—very sharp. She runs this zone like a fortress. One wrong move and she'll have us both chained in the reeducation room before we can blink."
Luxter stared at the half-eaten apple in his hand, then tossed the core aside.
"Well… I'm glad the distraction worked," he said, voice tired. "Let's figure out the rest tomorrow. Right now, I just need to sleep off this face."
He dragged himself to his thin bedroll in the corner. Andy did the same, settling into his own sleeping bag on the opposite side of the alcove.
As they lay there in the dim glow of the dying fire, Andy noticed Luxter's breathing was heavier than usual. "Hey… you okay?"
Luxter didn't open his eyes. "Yeah… it's nothing. They just dragged me to the reeducation room after the chaos."
Andy propped himself up on an elbow. "The reeducation room?"
Luxter's voice came out flat, almost detached. "Yeah. A place they take troublesome men to 'fix' them. Torture, mostly. Pain, humiliation… whatever breaks you fastest."
Andy's stomach twisted. "What kind of torture?"
Luxter finally cracked one eye open, red gaze distant. "You don't want to know. Seriously. I'm tired, Andy. Let's talk tomorrow."
With that, he rolled over, facing the wall, and fell silent. Andy lay back, staring at the icy ceiling, the weight of the plan pressing down on him like the cold itself. Sleep came slowly, uneasy and restless.
Andy was fast asleep, utterly drained from his encounter with Robin. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth as he lay sprawled on the thin bedroll. Suddenly, a strange pull stirred him awake. His eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright, heart pounding.
He found himself in a grand, ethereal shrine bathed in soft white light. A massive, ornate door of pure ivory stood before him, carved with intricate runes that glowed faintly. The air was warm, scented with something sweet and floral.
"Where the hell am I?" Andy muttered, a chill running through him. For a moment, he feared Luxter had finally finished him off—another betrayal in this cursed world.
Thinking that they had died again, this time killed by that bastard Luxter. Reaffirming his theory that no one could be trusted in this life.
"You have a very twisted mind," came a warm, melodic voice from behind the door, "but I'm not surprised. It's exactly what I expected from you."
The ivory door swung open silently. A breathtaking woman stepped through, her long, wavy green hair cascading like a living waterfall down to her thighs—easily 190 cm in length. Her striking blue eyes shimmered with divine amusement. She was completely naked, her body a masterpiece of erotic perfection: colossal, impossibly massive breasts that defied gravity, so enormous and fat they swayed heavily with every breath, pink nipples thick and erect, begging for attention. Her waist tapered dramatically before flaring into wide, fertile hips and a plump, juicy ass that jiggled enticingly. Between her thick thighs, her smooth, shaved pussy glistened faintly, the plump outer lips swollen and inviting like a ripe fruit ready to be split open.
Andy stared, mouth dry, cock twitching despite himself. "You… you look familiar."
She looks exactly like that sexy woman from the book… the one in "The Battle of Eternal Souls," he thought, heart pounding.
The goddess let out a rich, teasing laugh. "Fufufufu… yes, I'm that sexy woman from the book. 'The Battle of Eternal Souls.' Your lustful mind hasn't changed at all, Andy."
"How do you know my name?" Andy asked, forcing himself to stay calm even as his body reacted to her overwhelming presence.
"Listen, Andy," the Goddess said, her tone shifting to calm authority. "I don't have much time. We need to get to the point of why I summoned you."
Andy crossed his arms. "This might not go the way you want unless you tell me who you are first."
Veldra's blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Still as bold as the day we met. Very well. I am Veldra, Goddess of the Seed—not humanity, but the raw essence of life and fertility itself. I'm the one who brought you to this world."
Andy's eyes widened. "So it's you… You're the one who dragged me here. Send me back!"
Veldra shook her head gently, her colossal breasts shifting under the thin robe. "I can't. That kind of magic is beyond me."
Andy's face fell, disappointment crashing over him. "Then why am I here?"
Veldra extended her right hand. A glowing red stone materialized in her palm—the Philosopher's Stone—but it wasn't solid. It hovered just above her skin, a perfect magical hologram shimmering with crimson light, edges flickering like living fire, translucent and ethereal.
"That's…" Andy breathed.
"Yes—the magical artifact I need to send you back to Earth exists," Veldra said. "Listen carefully—we don't have much time. You need to leave this brothel as soon as possible. When you've done that, we'll meet again."
Before Andy could ask more, the vision dissolved.
He jolted awake in the isolation zone, drenched in sweat, heart racing. His clothes, bedroll—everything soaked. Luxter slept soundly nearby, knife clutched in his hand.
Needing air, Andy slipped out of their hiding spot and splashed cold water from a bucket onto his face. As he turned to go back in, he sensed someone behind him.
He spun around. "Who the—"
A hand clamped over his mouth, twisting his arm behind his back in a swift, practiced hold, immobilizing him.
"Mmf!" Andy struggled, but the grip was iron.
"You're the Mr.Alien, right? There's someone who wants to see you. Come quietly—I only need a moment of your time to introduce her."
The voice was female, calm, and edged with quiet authority. Andy's pulse hammered as he was dragged backward into the shadows.