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Activating 3rd Trait — Divine Scenery
Scenery Event Triggered
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Task — Make Lucia Organism
Time Limit — Before Getting Out of the Phone Booth
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Ren blinked.
What the hell time is it—?!
And what is this insane sensation in my dick…? It feels like it's going to tear everything apart—
Eek!
Shoot… if this keeps going, I'm seriously going to burst…!
But I have no choice… still—
Her busty chest consist of her mommy milkers brushed against him again.
And again.
Soft. Warm. Too close.
Thump.
Thump.
Rustle.
Ren's eyes dropped for a split second.
Shoot… I can't think straight anymore—
His breathing turned uneven towards her mommy milkers.
If this keeps up, I'm seriously going to lose
it —
His pulse started rising aggressively, heat spreading through his body in a dangerous, electric rhythm, his big dick which was sleeping rosing like a tall,big,well shaped rocket launching upward.
Thump.
Thump.
THUMP.
His breath hitched.
"This is bad…"
Very bad.
His mind was slipping, drowning in that suffocating, intoxicating closeness.
"This is just too much for me to handle…"
He swallowed hard.
"I'm losing control."
And
Shoot—
His dick finally rose, firm and undeniable beneath the strained fabric of his pants.
For a split second, Ren closed his eyes.
Forget everything. I've had enough already.
Heat flooded downward.
The erected dick pushed forward, pressing just beneath her pussy.
She looked at him, confusion flickering in her eyes.
Why… has it gotten so hard…?
It was pressing even more insistently now.
Closer.
Warmer.
Her breath hitched.
"Mmmm…"
A soft, trembling sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Her cheeks burned.
Tell me this isn't what I think it is—
Her thoughts cut off as the pressure shifted again, firmer this time.
Too close.
Way too close.
He leaned closer, voice barely a breath against her ear.
"Hey… I—I can't control it anymore. I need your help."
She froze.
Her face flushed instantly.
"W-What do you mean…?" she whispered, eyes trembling, completely flustered.
Ren's jaw tightened.
"You know exactly what I mean."
His breathing grew uneven.
"I really can't control it anymore. It's throbbing too much… and if something isn't done soon, we're definitely going to get caught by those Zomdogs."
A distant growl echoed through the alley.
Grrrrrr…
Her eyes widened.
"What?!" she hissed in a low voice, trying not to make a sound.
Her heart pounded.
Thump.
Thump.
"Are you seriously saying this right now?!"
Ren shot her a strained look.
"I'm dead serious…"
Another growl echoed closer this time.
GRRRR—
She swallowed, face burning.
"O-Okay… just… do whatever you need to do… but don't make any sound."
Her voice was barely audible.
Ren's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Fine then."
Slowly, carefully, he shifted closer.
His dick pressed between her thighs and just a bit down from entering her pussy, moving slightly as he tried to steady himself.
Rustle…
Shift…
His breathing grew heavier despite his effort to suppress it.
Hnn…
Her eyes widened.
"W-What are you doing…?"
Ren shot her a strained look.
"What did you think?" he whispered back, jaw tight. "It's not going to calm down by itself."
His grip on her waist tightened as another distant growl echoed through the dark.
GRRRRR—
She moaned, a low, breathy sound escaping her lips—
Mmm…
He started moving faster as his dick rubbed with her body, the rhythm of his breath quickening against her skin.
Rustle…
Shift…
Hnn…
"Wait," she said in a sharp whisper. "I can't… don't do it this fast."
He stopped.
Suddenly.
Completely.
Silence.
She took a trembling breath.
Thank god he stopped… or I might hav—
ZZZZIIIP
The sharp sound tore through the quiet.
He opened his pant zip and took out his erected hard dick.
She thought, her face flushing with flustered worry—
Don't tell me he just—
She gulped.
Her throat moved nervously.
He started moving his rock hard faster.
Closer.
More urgently.
Rustle…
Shift…
Hnn…
Hnn…
Her fingers tightened against his shoulders.
"D-Don't… please slow down a bit or I will—"
Her voice broke into a trembling whisper.
Thump.
Thump.
Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she was sure even the Zomdogs outside could hear it.
He didn't answer immediately.
His breathing grew heavier.
She gulped.
His hand moved upward—
And firmly gresped her soft,big,divine, beautifully shaped boobs with his hand.
Soft.
Warm.
Flusteringly soft.
She stiffened.
"W-What are you doing…?"
Her voice trembled.
Ren's breathing was uneven, his eyes dark with tension.
"Just rubbing isn't enough to calm it down."
His fingers tightened slightly.
Squeeze…
She gasped softly.
"Ren—!"
A faint smirk curved on his lips as he looked straight into her eyes.
"Then I might have to use this," he whispered.
Her face burned crimson.
"D-Do whatever you want, you fuc—"
Her words died halfway.
Thump.
Thump.
Her heart was out of control.
He continued rubbing his rock hard big dick against her, his movements tense and uneven.
Rustle…
Shift…
Then—
He stopped.
Completely.
She blinked, breath still shaky.
Why did he stop all of a sudden…?
Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt as silence stretched between them.
Thump.
Thump.
His one hand moved.
A slow, deliberate descent towards her pussy.
He touched it.
"Oh…"
His voice was a low vibration, thick with a sudden realization.
"You're really wet, aren't you?"
Her breath hitched.
Her face burned.
"N-no, it's not like that!"
The denial was weak, crumbling before it even left her lips.
"Don't worry about that," he whispered.
"But we can't leave you in wet clothes."He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.
"Unless you want to catch a cold?"
With one hand, he moved. Just a smooth, easy motion, like he'd done it a hundred times before. Down.
Her clothes slipped away, hitting the floor. Now there was just her panties—thin and damp, basically see-through at this point. The air hit her skin, cool enough to make her notice. But where his hand was? God, that spot was on fire.
He noticed. Of course he noticed.
A teasing smile curved his lips. "Oh. Looks like it's wet already."
She couldn't answer. Didn't need to.
He tilted his head, pretending to consider. "I mean... we can't just leave it like this, right?"
Before she could form a thought, his hand moved again—sliding beneath that last thin scrap of fabric, pushing it aside. It was soaked. Completely.
Drip.
The sound escaped her, involuntary. Wetness trailing down her thigh.
Drip.
Another one. She could hear it. He could definitely hear it.
Drip.
"Please," she heard herself say. "Don't—"
He made a sound low in his throat. "Hnn."
And then he paused. Hand hovering, not touching. Just watching her.
"Then... should I not?" he asked, already starting to pull away, fingers lifting from her skin.
The absence hit her instantly—cold where there'd been heat.
She grabbed his hand.
"N-No… please…"
Her fingers trembled around his wrist as she looked up at him, her face completely flustered.
"It's not like that…" she whispered, hesitation thick in her voice.
He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile resting on his lips.
"Then… we can, can't we?"
Her eyes dropped.
Silence.
Thump.
Thump.
Her lashes trembled as she slowly nodded—barely noticeable.
A silent yes.
He leaned closer, voice low.
"Then I'll take that as a yes."