Chapter 85 – 3rd Generation Android (2)
Cluck.
“How are you?”
Chrollo asked.
“It’s good, ahhh.”
My voice is dying on the floor. I am falling apart.
This is the upper cultural center massage room. This is the place where I spent my first night with Chrollo.
She was reborn as a 3rd generation android, and she led me here.
She is sitting on my back while I am lying face down on the massage bed.
We are both naked.
“Thank you for your hard work on this arduous expedition. “I will completely wash away the residue of fatigue remaining in your body.”
Chrollo’s smooth, hairless vagina touches my tailbone, and her legs are spread in an M shape, tightly pressed against my thighs.
Chrollo stopped the massage for a moment and assumed the same posture as the doctor before surgery.
Then twenty-twenty massage oil seeped out from all over her palm.
Match! Mate!
After clapping his hands a few times, he caresses my back with his shiny hands.
It’s cold. But I feel good.
That function would also be convenient when performing blowjobs. I’ll have to ask later.
Massage!
When I was in the military, I used my body so hard that I went to massage parlors to relieve my fatigue. Of course, it is a wholesome place.
But I’ve never been even half as cool as what Chrollo is doing now.
There are two reasons.
The first.
“Left.”
“Yes.”
Following simple instructions, she focused on the area between her left shoulders.
The threads of her twisted muscles are released at once.
“How do I catch the area I want to touch so well?”
“It is the power of love.”
Chrollo bends down and kisses her ear.
A person’s tight muscles tend to be concentrated in a few areas that require more massaging.
The most reliable way is for the recipient to take the picture with their hand, but it is difficult to point to the back area accurately due to the structure of the body.
In addition, whether to tap, prick, press widely, knead, and how hard it should be.
Finding the optimal method is close to impossible.
However, Chloro is possible.
She has a perfect knowledge of anatomy, and her eyes can easily pierce thin skin to scan the muscles within.
The delicate artificial muscles do not get tired even if they serve for hours.
Lastly, the force that unites these three elements.
“My manager. “Precious manager.”
To serve by refining all of one’s knowledge and abilities with affection.
This is the first secret.
The second is my physical condition.
Accelerated implants and fully developed neural networks throughout the body.
These two things sharpen my senses in everyday life and allow me to enter an accelerated world during battle.
But there was a function I hadn’t even thought of.
Chrollo smoothes the line of my spine.
“Do not resist, accept.”
The signal that comes through her cool touch spreads through the implant to the neural network of the entire body.
“Ugh.”
I groaned and trembled at the foreign energy, as if my body was being hacked.
“Shhh…”
Chrollo whispers in my ear.
“Don’t resist. “Leave everything to me.”
Her hands open like gloves, and her two thumbs press against the line of her spinal cord.
“Because my hand is weak.”
The tips of the other eight fingers move down, patting my back like a crab walk.
From her fingertips, electrical signals are injected through the skin.
I flinch.
“I have now accessed your neural network.”
Massage is the forcible relief of muscle fatigue through unilateral stimulation applied from the outside.
But what she does now is interaction.
Casting.
When Chrollo’s hand massages, my muscles respond and move together.
Bean! Beans!
When a cutely clenched fist knocks, the muscles do not resist at all. There is no stiffness or contraction.
I calmly accept the shock that Chrollo carefully calculated so that it reaches the deepest part of my being.
“Chloro.”
“Yes?”
Squeeze.
She clenches her fist and presses the back of her neck with the tip of her thumb.
“I’ve never had such a pleasant massage. I guess I’ve lived this far for this.”
My voice was not alcoholic, but drunk from massage.
“It’s still early.”
Her hands went between the massage bed and my breasts and carefully turned me over.
She climbs on top of my lower abdomen as she lies down.
Chrollo comes out with a dizzy expression and makes eye contact with her. Her eyes are getting closer and closer.
Jjook.
She tasted her soft lips.
Jjook.
A warm kiss rubbing lips against lips.
Chrollo seemed to have already run out of patience and tried to push his tongue into her lips.
But I am! I shut my mouth and resisted.
Because I wanted to taste her soft lips more.
Jjook.
Chrollo tried to restrain himself and rubbed her lips with mine, but he tried to open my lips by poking them with the tip of his tongue.
… It seems like something has gone the other way.
But now I’m more attracted to Platonic kisses.
Both Chrollo and Rose put their tongues in whenever they got the chance, so there were very few opportunities to actually taste the lips.
Hot!
“Inhale!”
As if he couldn’t take it any longer, Chrollo squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into me.
Her tongue sneaks between her lips in an instant.
The moment her tongue, which had been knocking like a quiet sheep until a moment ago, invaded, it turned into a wolf, or rather, a snake.
One lap.
Two wheels.
Three wheels.
I am obsessed.
As if she was relieved that she had captured the most important thing, her tongue dug deeper.
He licked every inch of my teeth, ate up everything including my cheeks and the roof of my mouth, and then returned to using his tongue.
I felt like a native being wrapped around an anaconda and facing her face right before she was swallowed.
The tip of my tongue and the tip of her tongue kiss.
The tip of my tongue, which is wrapped around her tongue and unable to move, is persistently violated.
Sometimes they stab you, hit you like you’re making fun of them, and sometimes you squeeze them like a twist.
And we fell.
“Haa…”
Chrollo, with a flushed face, blew his hot breath on my face.
Humid breath covers my nose and eyes.
But it’s not unpleasant at all. There is no such thing as bad breath. There is only a scent that makes you want to fall in love even more.
Chrollo’s gaze turns downward.
My penis, already strained to its limit, is throbbing. Grab it and lead it to your vulva.
Punch!
“Haang.”
Like a key and lock that were paired together from the beginning, my penis immediately pierced her lower abdomen.
Chrollo, letting out a strange moan, pounds the mill.
The red glans penetrated the vaginal opening and scratched the wall of the labia minora.
Every time she moves up and down, her white and voluptuous breasts bounce like crazy.
There was strength in our hands holding each other tightly.
“I’m the manager.”
The way Chrollo looks at me is filled with infinite affection.
Even though at this moment, he is fully accepting my genitals into his body and is giving me the ultimate pleasure.
The sad look in your eyes that you can’t give me more.
Her pussy makes my cock explode, but her eyes make my heart explode.
I squeezed Chrollo’s big butt so tightly that it seemed like it was going to explode.
“Ahhhhh!”
She cries out.
It was as if my fingers were being eaten by the flesh of my buttocks. This feeling is so soft and soft.
He roughly lifted her grabbed buttocks up and down.
Squeak.
The penis goes in and out of the entrance to Chrollo’s vagina, which seems to be flooded.
Every time I hear a pounding sound from her vagina pounding the mill and my lower abdomen underneath, love juice sprays out in all directions.
Her cave created just for me, paired with my penis.
Digging in, then retreating again.
Squeak.
The wrinkles, which are tighter than any other woman in the world, stimulate my genitals like an electric shock.
Squeak.
After inserting his penis into the deepest part of her, he paused for a moment.
The fact that Chrollo is accepting me makes me feel cozy and happy.
We are connected.
We are bound.
An orgasmic pleasure arises near the urinal.
At that moment, her hand came down to my lower abdomen.
As if massaging, rub your left hand counterclockwise and your right hand clockwise. Then something amazing happened.
The pleasure that was rushing from beyond the urine dam changed its course.
“Chloro! What is this…?”
She looks down at me with affection as I pant. Like a mother watching a breastfeeding baby.
“A man’s climax is very short, isn’t it? “Just a few seconds isn’t enough.”
Her hand passes by like the light stick of a skillful parking attendant.
The vehicle filled with pleasure deviates from the course it has been on for millions of years and turns the steering wheel as directed by her.
Who would have thought that the control of implants and neural networks could be used in this direction.
The orgasmic drive that normally would have passed through the prostate and straight to the urethra and ended in just a few seconds.
It is delayed indefinitely, like a delivery service running in circles.
Meanwhile, Chrollo’s butt is pounding furiously.
Crackling,
And clank, clap, clap.
“Sigh.”
A disgusting moan came out of my mouth and I covered her mouth.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Chrollo gently takes my hand away.
“My purpose. I just want you to feel better.”
Chrollo’s face looking down at me shows no trace of regret.
“I want to give you the ultimate satisfaction that no man has ever been able to enjoy. You deserve it.”
Chrollo’s hips and her waist sway rhythmically. My penis went in and out of her tight vulva, spraying honey all over her.
Her two breasts sway back and forth, dancing in courtship in front of my face.
Now the pleasure is traveling through her lower abdomen, through her hips, and towards her perineum.
Like the brush of a street sweeper sweeping the side of the road, waves of orgasm hit every nerve in my lower abdomen.
But that journey is now over.
“Now, come.”
Creak, creak.
As her waist moves faster, the pleasure gathers into one point.
Gulp!
Like fireworks! Semen was spit out from the tip of her glans into Chrollo’s vagina.
Cluck.
As Chrollo’s open palm touches my lower abdomen, her pleasure amplifies to the point where she becomes delirious.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
After I released all my semen into her vagina, she slowly stood up.
Jjook!
As if to leave every last drop, the entrance to her vagina was squeezed from the root of the penis to the glans.
Pong!
A cute sound was made, and the glans came out.
It was an emanation of complete satisfaction, but this couldn’t be over just once.
Her index finger and thumb went to work.
Her fingers circling around my nipples smoothed out the bumps, and then her tongue arrived.
You can suck on the side, tap it with the tip of your tongue, or lick it when it gets hot.
Sometimes, I blow my rapidly cold breath on my nipples and enjoy the tingling response.
In less than 30 seconds, the lower part stood up stiffly.
Hehe.”
Chrollo, who was sitting on top of me, lifts one leg and turns around and lies down.
The moment she turned, the image of her wide open vagina and anus was imprinted in my mind, and her genitals were completely revived.
She bows down in her polite posture and looks back at me.
Pure white naked body.
A big butt that would make even the god of fertility cry.
The white soles of my feet are cute and wrinkled from lying down.
I attacked her just like that.
Sting.
“Huh.”
She moaned as it was inserted deeply.
Her white buttocks wave dazzlingly every time she pistons.
Buttocks as wide as a snowy mountain with no scars or discoloration.
The sight of her hips being violated by her own movements would drive any man crazy.
Phut! Bang!
This feeling of the flesh of her buttocks colliding with my lower body.
For some reason, this thing, called rice cake in vulgar language, became increasingly sticky the more it was pounded.
Paang! Paang!
The sound is so perfect that it feels addictive just by listening to it.
This looks like a feature I saw in the 3rd generation catalog.
The third-generation body learns and transforms not only the vaginal walls, but also the outside of the body. It is tailored to the body type of the companion.
Every time I fuck her from behind, the flesh of her ass aligns with my lower abdomen and groin.
Paaang!
At some point, the feeling of the rice cake touching the flesh reached an unbelievable level of compatibility.
Sex is not only about pleasure from the genitals, but also about emotional communication through touching skin.
I was able to feel a greater sense of physical closeness in the junior position with Chrollo than in the normal position or face-to-face position with an ordinary woman.
As I was fucking her from behind, she couldn’t look at me, but I still felt a sense of unity as we held each other tightly.
Paaang!
Happy. And it’s comfortable. This sound is so nice to hear.
Paaang!
Chrollo’s ass is her mother’s love.
Paang! Paang! Paaang!
“Hwaaaaa!”
I was addicted to the feel and the sound, so I started fucking so hard that it was almost violent.
Chrollo’s trembling voice fills the entire room.
A fierce feeling of pleasure rushed from my lower abdomen.
Gulp!
Once again, semen is vomited into her vagina.
At that moment, an interesting scene unfolded.
Chrollo’s white and large buttocks, especially the part where my penis runs across, became transparent.
Is the transparency around 80%? What you can see is the inside of her pink vagina.
‘Even wrinkledness can be beautiful’
A pink wall so fascinating that you might think the same thing.
My penis dug into it.
Gulp!
You can see the glans that spits out semen without mercy.
Vaginal walls stained with my semen.
A uterus filled with my semen.
Even the ovaries on both sides of the uterus.
Other things are not visible, and only those three things are clearly visible.
It didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
I just thought it was a pretty pink…
The sight of a woman’s reproductive organs completely marked with my semen gave me a drug-like sense of conquest.
‘This woman is mine.’
Flinch-.
Chrollo’s cute anus twitches and contracts.
Her cave tightens in conjunction with that, as if massaging my genitals.
“Haha.”
Muscles move in this way, I thought to myself as I collapsed onto Chrollo’s back.
“Are you satisfied, Manager? Enough to relieve the fatigue of the expedition?”
Chrollo asked.
“Nothing better.”
Chrollo, who is lying down, pulls my head and buries it in his chest.
And stroke her head.
“Shhh…”
She whispers in my ear.
The horrible faces I saw during this expedition, the sight of soldiers vomiting after being pickled with poisonous gas, the refugees who had all been reduced to monsters, the walkers drowning in the water.
It feels like everything has been erased from my head.
Time passed just like that.
Chrollo doesn’t sleep.
But he stayed by my side without moving for 8 hours while I was asleep.
While I was asleep, I felt like I had a vague dream, but I couldn’t remember the details.
However, I remember that there was no sense of loneliness that usually comes in dreams, and that an unknown warmth was present.
The scene of me walking through a field of reeds unconsciously, holding the hand of someone whose face I couldn’t remember, still remained, albeit vaguely.
