Superman Story - Glowing Green Semen

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In the year 2040, Superman Clark Kent has been upholding justice on Earth for over 50 years. Despite the dramatic changes and remarkable progress the Earth has undergone in those 50 years, Superman Clark Kent remains unchanged. The aging effects of time seem to have had no effect on him; he still looks like a 30-year-old, with his features still striking and handsome, his physique still robust and masculine, seemingly possessing inexhaustible energy. Many people have likely had the experience of glancing up and seeing Superman in his red cape streaking across the sky, sometimes as fast as a bullet, sometimes like a soaring eagle. Superman always silently protects humanity from the heavens, like a righteous god. Whenever Superman descends from the sky in his stylish red boots, his imposing and powerful aura instantly sends thugs fleeing in defeat, earning him cheers from everyone present. People gazed in awe at the dashing Superman, his striking red and blue bodysuit showcasing his powerful and beautiful physique. His sexy red bullet pants retained Superman's characteristic mystery and charm. Many, however, often stared greedily at Superman's bulging groin, imagining just how magnificent the masculine pride contained within. There was no doubt that Superman was an alien, but he had long considered Earth his home, dedicating himself to it day and night selflessly. Therefore, Superman had earned the recognition of all humanity, accepting him not as an alien but as a human, and as Earth's most revered hero. Some people, however, asked, "Is Superman Clark Kent really someone who fears nothing and has no weaknesses?" Many thugs and criminals who had been taught a lesson by Superman actively sought the answer to this question. Everyone knows that Krypton can kill Superman, but 20 years ago, the United Nations destroyed all the Krypton that had fallen from outer space so that Superman could be invincible on Earth in upholding justice. So, someone asked, "Does that mean there's no one or nothing on Earth that can stop Superman anymore?" I put down the Global Times; it was carrying a report about Superman. I murmured the last sentence again: "There's no one or nothing on Earth that can stop Superman anymore..." "Heh, is that really so?" I said with a smile. Then, I took out a letter—a letter Scott had sent me three days ago. I'd actually read it several times already. Scott had been my father's confidential secretary before he went to prison. I unfolded the letter and read it again: "Twenty years ago, in 2020 AD, Superman's nemesis, my boss Rex Luthor, still possessed a small amount of solid krypton, enough to kill Superman. However, the United Nations was using high-tech satellite searches to locate the three states of krypton on Earth and attempt to destroy them. Rex Luthor realized that his krypton was in danger, and he might no longer be able to control Superman. Killing Superman had always been Rex Luthor's wish, and now the United Nations, to protect Superman from harm, was trying to eradicate this precious krypton from Earth. Rex Luthor thought he had to find a way to make krypton transcend its three physical states before the United Nations took action, so that the United Nations wouldn't have to worry about destroying all the krypton on Earth. After pondering for several days, a thought suddenly occurred to Rex Luthor: if there were a race or group on Earth that could release or secrete energy equivalent to krypton, then Superman would definitely be in constant danger." This is indeed a good idea, but how should such a race be cultivated? Rex Luther pondered deeply. First, he needed to find a superior male, then extract his sperm for testing, to see how the sperm would react under krypton radiation… If this theory worked, then the race born from this krypton-irradiated sperm, after being fertilized with a human egg, would surely be Superman's nemesis. But whose sperm should he use for the test? Rex Luther finally decided to use his own sperm, because to defeat Superman, the embodiment of justice, a male must possess exceptional intelligence combined with an incomprehensible evil, and on Earth, there was no one more suitable than himself…' "Mr. Rex, the meeting for the New York City Project has been going on for two hours, and everyone is waiting for you to chair the meeting." Assistant Aria entered my luxurious office and reported respectfully. "I'm not going. Let the vice president handle it. I want some peace and quiet. Don't let anyone bother me," I said impatiently to Arya, putting down the letter. "Understood," Arya bowed respectfully and left the office. Yes, I am the incredibly intelligent Rex II, only 20 years old, and my father is the infamous Rex Luthor. In 2026, my father, Rex Luthor, clashed with Superman again for leading terrorism. However, having run out of Kryptonite to counter Superman, he was finally arrested and imprisoned for life by a UN resolution. This happened when I was six years old. I clearly remember my father, Rex Luthor, using me as a hostage to escape, but I was bravely rescued by Superman. Although I was very young then, I was already perceptive enough to understand. I knew perfectly well that my father was just using me as a shield; he wouldn't really hurt me. But I was still stunned by what I saw. Superman unexpectedly swooped down from the roof and snatched me away, while my father was simultaneously subdued by Interpol agents who burst through the door. Superman held my hand, protecting me, as I watched my father, Rex Luthor, being pinned to the ground by Interpol. Seeing this scene, I felt no sadness, but rather a sense of calm, as if I were witnessing an insignificant stranger being arrested. My small hand was held in Superman's large hand, and I felt a strange sensation. I stood beside Superman, barely reaching his waist, looking up at the seemingly perfect Superman. His handsome face, his upright and resolute eyes staring straight ahead, was a moving sight. Then, looking at my father, nearly seventy years old, pinned to the ground, his face a wicked grin yet defiant, a feeling of disgust welled up within me. I feigned panic and grabbed Superman's leg, burying my face in his crotch and sobbing. My face was pressed against Superman's hot, bulging crotch, and I was shocked by the size and heat of his penis. I could even smell the musky scent of a mature man. In my heart, I greedily thought, "I want you, I want Superman. I may not be able to now, but I definitely will in the future. I want Superman!" At that moment, Superman reached out and comforted me, stroking my head with tenderness, saying, "Little boy, it's alright. Don't be afraid. Be brave. I will always protect you." Superman's eyes revealed complete kindness and trust; he hadn't even considered my thoughts. Just then, Rex Luthor, whose hands were handcuffed, shouted at Superman, "I need to say something to my son. Let my son come here!" "Are you even worthy of being a father? You're not!" Superman said righteously. "Just one sentence, good or bad, let's say goodbye, father and son." Superman asked me with his clear, deep blue eyes. I nodded, and he released his large hand from my shoulder, letting me walk forward. When I reached my father, Rex Luthor, he whispered something in my ear, and then he was taken away by Interpol. I never saw my father, Rex Luthor, again. I never understood the meaning of his words until I was thirteen, when I vaguely guessed what they meant. Now, after receiving Scott's letter, I am even more certain of the mystery in my father's words. My father, Rex Luthor, said to me, "Son, you are Superman's only fatal nemesis. Remember, the green glowing liquid can exhaust or even kill Superman, hehehe..." Superman Story 2 - Son of Superman My thoughts gradually returned to reality, but my father Rex Luthor's eerie, smug smile still lingered in my mind's eye. His last words were: "Daniel, you are Superman's only fatal nemesis!""Remember, the green, glowing semen can exhaust Superman... and even corrode his soul..." My father's words kept repeating in my mind. I felt dizzy, my whole body burning hot. I got up and went to the bathroom. I took off my suit and shirt, turned on the tap, and splashed my face with the cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, I had a handsome face with deep features and a strong, well-proportioned physique. I—Daniel Luther—was not only the youngest but also the most valuable CEO of a conglomerate in New York, even in all of America. Countless handsome men and beautiful women fawned over me, but none of them could truly unleash the lust deep within me. Each time, before I even reached true satisfaction, they would all collapse and faint. "Of course, I was born for Superman, how could they possibly endure that?" I thought disdainfully. I looked in the mirror, where my beautiful emerald green eyes were reflected. My parents' eyes were brown, and mine had always been brown too. Until a month ago, my eyes changed color, making me realize that the green energy within me had reached its peak. Since I turned twelve, when I began puberty, I hadn't truly experienced liberation. Eight years had passed; it was time to truly unleash it. I dressed and returned to my office chair. Just then, the phone on my desk rang. "Mr. President, it's Mr. Scott on the phone." "I understand." I answered. "Hello, Scott?" "Yes, Mr. President." "How did things go?" "Jason drank it; that lively little brat immediately collapsed, convulsing." "Just as I expected. And then?" "Everything was sent to Clark Kent as instructed by the young master." "Very good, thank you for your hard work." I hung up. Actually, three days ago, after reading Scott's letter for the first time, I sent someone to find him. Just yesterday, we met. When I met Scott, I asked him about the process of my father cultivating the Kryptonian race, and also told him, "Scott, the Kryptonian energy in my semen isn't as high as my father expected, and it's even weaker after being exposed to air. To truly control Superman, my semen must penetrate deep into his body, but that's not easy. Unless Superman's physical strength and energy are excessively depleted, it will be difficult to achieve my goal." "Young Master," Scott replied, "Superman himself has said that his energy is inexhaustible because it comes from the sun. He only needs to receive ten..." "The sunlight from the sun can generate enough energy to travel eighteen times around the Earth. And since Earth is a satellite of the sun, with its rapid rotation, it receives sunlight almost entirely. So, Superman is right, his energy is inexhaustible. It seems that catching Superman when he's exhausted might be a long way off..." "I thought so too, but recently I finally discovered a possibility that could completely deplete Superman's energy." "What possibility?" "Superman's son." "Superman's son?!" Scott exclaimed in surprise. "I spent a fortune investigating and finally confirmed that Superman's hidden identity is none other than Clark Kent, the handsome reporter for the Global Daily. According to my understanding, Clark Kent and Lucy, a female reporter for the Global Daily, have been in love for many years but have never married. However, Lucy has a son named Jason, who was born after she met Clark Kent. Based on the timeline, Jason is very likely Superman's son." "I see. But how do we prove Jason is truly Superman's son? And even if he is, how do we use Jason to deplete Superman's energy and stamina?" I smiled slyly and took out a small bottle filled with a green liquid. I then poured the green liquid into a can of cola. I said to Scott, "I've experimented with mixing my semen into Coke and giving it to several children, but none of them showed any adverse effects. If Jason is Superman's son, then he'll definitely have a special reaction after drinking the semen-laced Coke. That would indirectly confirm my hypothesis." "In that case, why not let Clark Kent drink this semen-laced Coke?" "I can't do that. Although I don't understand why, I instinctively know that my semen needs to be ejaculated deep into Superman's anus so that I can absorb his energy and control and corrupt his mind and soul." "I see, I understand." After Scott took the small bottle containing the semen, I gave him some more instructions and then asked him to carry out the task I had assigned him. My eyes were fixed on the Global Times on the table. The Superman feature article included a full-body photo of Superman, and looking at Superman in the photo, and the clearly bulging bulge in his crotch, only fueled my excitement. To defeat the invincible Superman, it would be much easier to start with his eight-year-old son. To save Jason, Superman will inevitably exhaust his energy and strength; when he's completely drained, that will be the moment my long-held dream comes true. I stood up, straightened my clothes, and headed for the door. It was time to meet Superman.

At dawn, in Clark Kent's room, Clark knelt on the floor, his arms tightly embracing Jason, his heart filled with unbearable anguish. His only son, Jason, was enduring immense suffering, and he was powerless to alleviate his pain. Jason's eyes were tightly shut in agony, his small body convulsing, his once-lovable face now a heartbreaking bluish tinge, and he murmured incoherently.

Clark recalled the mysterious man who called himself Scott. When he handed Jason over to him, he had said:
"Jason has the toxicity of kryptonite in his body, which will cause him to die in agony. However, if he can absorb the energy contained in Superman's heroic essence, it will lessen his suffering. But to completely neutralize the kryptonite toxicity, he needs to absorb a large amount of Superman's super-energy-rich heroic semen. Remember! Superman's heroic semen cannot be exposed to air, otherwise the energy to neutralize the kryptonite toxicity will be lost." Clark

couldn't understand why Jason was poisoned, especially by krypton, an element extinct on Earth. And who was this mysterious man calling himself Scott? How did he know Jason had krypton in his body? How did he know Jason should be brought to him and how to cure him? This series of questions confused and unsettled Clark, who felt something was amiss. Clark recalled

the look Scott had given him… It seemed he already knew he was Superman. Clark even sensed that Scott was certain he would risk his life to save Jason.

"Could it be… that mysterious man calling himself Scott knows Jason is my son, Superman Clark Kent?!"
Clark thought in horror.

"Is the only way to neutralize Jason's kryptonite poison really the one Scott Mysterio mentioned? But if I ejaculate first, my Superman semen will be exposed to the air... Does Jason really have to ingest it directly from my... well..." The inherently upright Superman Clark Kent couldn't imagine doing this, and he was caught in a painful internal struggle.

Clark watched Jason in his arms enduring immense pain, and the heartache he felt was worse than death. As time passed, Jason's life was slowly slipping away. Seeing Jason, who was barely breathing, Clark could think no further. He muttered anxiously to himself, "There's no time left, this is the only way."

Clark placed Jason on the ground, then stood up, untied his tie, and ripped open his white shirt, revealing the [s] mark of the Superman suit on his chest. Then, Clark thrust forward, his rounded pectoral muscles and strong arms causing the shirt and trousers to rip off, revealing Superman in his form-fitting Superman suit.

Superman stepped forward, untied his bright yellow belt, and slowly pulled off his red bullet pants covering his heroic genitals

, tossing them aside. As Superman pulled the pants down to his thighs, his large, erect, and rosy penis sprang out. Superman straightened up, took a deep breath, and then, stroking his proud heroic genitals with both hands, slowly began to thrust. Superman's magnificent penis gradually hardened, the glans, nearly the size of an egg, gleaming with a rubbery red sheen.

Soon after, Superman's prostate began to secrete clear fluid, slowly flowing from the urethral opening on the glans. Superman's testicles, larger than pigeon eggs, swayed with each thrust of his hand. All of Superman's energy flowed into his seminal vesicles, accumulating.

After nearly ten minutes, Superman began to sweat, feeling a surge of heat throughout his body, and sensing that the energy in his lower body had reached its peak. He then straddled Jason's chest, his legs clad in stylish red boots, and knelt on one knee, his groin resting on Jason's face. Superman's large hand reached towards the back of Jason's neck, gently lifting Jason's head, whose eyes were tightly closed. His other hand pressed his erect, enormous heroic member down, preparing to bring it close to Jason's mouth.

Superman Story 3 – Oh! No! Jason! No!

Just as the massive, lowered glans was about to touch Jason's lips, Superman stopped. "No, I can't save Jason this way, there must be another way..." Superman's eyes were tightly closed, his flushed face contorted with deep-set brows, reflecting the agonizing struggle within him.

At that moment, a drop of clear fluid from Superman's glans dripped onto Jason's lips and into his mouth. Jason, who had been barely breathing, opened his eyes and suddenly lifted his head, taking Superman's glans into his mouth and sucking.

"Oh! No!" Superman was startled and tried to pull back, but Jason grabbed Superman's waist with both hands and buried his face in Superman's crotch, sucking hard.

"No! No! Jason..." Superman cried out urgently, trying to stop Jason, but Jason seemed not to hear him. The way Jason sucked so hard resembled a baby desperately suckling. Superman then noticed that Jason's naturally blue eyes now shone with an eerie green light.

Superman's glans, like any other person's, couldn't withstand stimulation. And his proud heroic genitals, after being stimulated by Superman's own masturbation, were already saturated with semen and energy to the point of near collapse. At this moment, Jason's lips suddenly sucked on Superman's glans, the stimulation like a sudden electric current surging into Superman's lower body without his awareness, causing Superman's lower body to reflexively stiffen.

"Ohh ...

With several shudders, Superman's semen was poured into Jason's mouth without reservation. Superman no longer stopped Jason from sucking; he only hoped the semen would
work .

Soon after, Superman had ejaculated all his semen, and Jason's pained expression seemed to lessen considerably. However, the green light in Jason's eyes remained, and his hazy gaze indicated he was still in a state of mental confusion. Jason's intense sucking of semen seemed to be controlled by an evil force, which was deeply distressing to Superman. At

this moment, Superman's penis stopped ejaculating, and Jason seemed to realize this. Lying beneath Superman's groin, Jason stopped sucking on Superman's glans and seemed to try to get up and stand up. Superman, who had been kneeling above Jason, had no choice but to stand up as well.

Jason, small in stature, stood before the imposing, naked Superman, his height barely reaching Superman's abdomen, his small mouth positioned directly above Superman's massive penis. Then, Jason reached out and grasped Superman's still-erect penis, his lips pursed, stopping about five centimeters from the urethral opening, seemingly with ulterior motives.

Seeing Jason's actions, Superman understood that Jason wanted to drain the energy from his lower body. He closed his eyes, silently enduring. Superman thought that as long as the kryptonite poison in Jason's body could be neutralized, he would completely endure whatever Jason did to him.

Jason began to inhale, and a wisp of blue light, like smoke, began to flow from the urethral opening of the penis held by Jason. The blue light slowly flowed into Jason's mouth as he inhaled.

"Oh! Jason!!!" At this moment, Superman's handsome and upright face began to turn pale with pain. Although his body was exhausted, Superman still clenched his fists, tensed all the beautiful and firm muscles in his body, and endured the pain of having his energy drained. Superman tilted his head back and inhaled

frequently, as if he could catch the Superman energy he was constantly losing from the air. The feeling of having his energy drained was not pleasant. Superman, who had already ejaculated, was already exhausted. Now, as his Superman essence and hero energy were continuously drained, he felt his physical strength and spirit deflating like a punctured balloon... Superman's taut muscles began to tremble with loss of elasticity as his expression gradually became haggard and listless.

Jason, absorbing the blue energy, felt his spirits improve noticeably. Now more alert, Jason eagerly sucked on Superman's glans, drawing in his energy.

"Ah—ah—ah—!!" As Jason rapidly drained Superman's energy, Superman felt as if his body had been completely emptied by a powerful force. The feeling was an extreme, unbearable exhaustion and collapse, almost killing him. Never having experienced anything like it before, Superman's eyes began to glaze over, his pale face and slightly open mouth emitting silent cries. His trembling body showed he was in extreme pain.

"Almost—almost over—almost over…" Superman's strong legs trembled uncontrollably, but he still mustered his last bit of strength, desperately enduring the pain.

Once the last wisp of blue energy flowed completely into Jason's mouth, Jason stopped sucking on Superman's glans. Meanwhile, Superman, completely exhausted and drained of energy, seemed to have had his last bit of strength drained away. His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground. His trembling arms struggled to support his heavy body, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Superman laboriously lifted his head, his almost unfocused eyes still looking at Jason with concern. "Jason...Jason..." Superman called out weakly. But Jason, with his vacant eyes, seemed not to hear him. Jason turned around as if sleepwalking, walked to the bed, lay down, and then fell asleep peacefully.

Superman Story 4 - Sunshine. Energy.

Superman, with a heart full of protectiveness, stood up weakly and went to the sleeping Jason's side. He tenderly stroked Jason's cute sleeping face.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was beginning to brighten. Superman turned to look at the sky outside the French windows. Superman, exhausted, thought that in just two hours, the morning sun would stream into his room. And if he could receive sunlight, he could recover his energy and stamina in less than ten minutes.

But now, sitting on the edge of the bed, the sunlight couldn't reach him; he had to walk to the French windows behind the sofa to wait for the sunlight. Superman mustered his strength and stood up, but as he took a step, his trembling legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. Unable to stand, Superman could only crawl forward with difficulty, but his limbs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to move an inch. Although it was only a few steps, it felt incredibly long and arduous for Superman at that moment. Finally, Superman crawled to the French windows, utterly exhausted, his strength and energy completely depleted, and finally fainted.

Time passed, minute by minute. The sun finally rose, its rays streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and falling directly on Superman…

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When I opened the door to Clark Kent's residence, I could see the furnishings at a glance. Clark Kent's residence was a penthouse suite on the 35th floor of a

building. The room was quite spacious and spotless. I figured this was just a temporary stop for Clark. For someone who was always transforming into Superman and busy upholding justice on Earth, life must have been extremely simple. This was evident from the lack of furniture. Besides a large wardrobe, a sofa, and a very comfortable-looking bed, there were only heavy books piled up in a corner.

After entering Clark's residence, the first thing I saw was Jason sleeping soundly on the large bed. Then, on the floor, I saw a yellow belt and a pair of Superman's tight-fitting briefs.

I walked over, picked up the tight-fitting briefs, and smelled them. The scent lingering on them was the smell of the hero's genitals, which made my heart race. I put down the briefs and peered into the room, thinking, "Where's Superman?"

Finally, I saw two ankles clad in red boots peeking out from the floor, which was blocked by the sofa.

I walked over.

When I saw the scene, I involuntarily gasped in excitement. Superman, hidden behind the sofa, was lying face down on the floor with his arms outstretched. His strong legs, clad in red boots, were completely naked above the boots on his thighs and buttocks. His full, firm buttocks, though I couldn't see the hero's secret orifice buried deep in the cleft, revealed a huge penis trailing behind his knees.

Just then, a beam of sunlight shone through the French windows and onto Superman's body. As if sensing the energy of the sunlight entering his body, Superman's spirits lifted slightly, as if he had opened his eyes.

Seeing Superman gradually awaken, having begun to absorb the sun's energy, I didn't have time to think. I immediately went to Superman's feet and grabbed his ankle, which was clad in a boot. I began to drag Superman's heavy body. Dragging his strong body, weighing over ninety kilograms, was difficult, but I still managed to drag him to the floor away from the sunlight in just a few seconds.

Suddenly feeling his feet, clad in Superman's boots, being pulled along, Superman, though still weak and completely disoriented, instinctively groaned as I dragged him to the sunless floor: "No! I need to be—in—light—sunlight—in the light..."

Superman Story 5 - The Hero's Secret

Perhaps the brief exposure to sunlight slightly restored Superman's sanity and strength. At this moment, Superman actually used his arms to prop up his weak body, trying to crawl back into the sunlight. Of course, I couldn't let him return to the sunlight like that. I crouched down between Superman's strong calves as he struggled to crawl, then reached out and grabbed his massive, now limp, hero's penis, which was pressed against the ground.

"Ah!" Superman let out a weak cry, seemingly powerless to resist.

Forced to stop crawling by my grip on his penis, Superman struggled to lift his head. Although his back was to me, a full-length mirror was embedded in the wall about a meter in front of him. Through the mirror, he saw me, and Superman looked surprised. Our eyes met, and I clearly saw that Superman's usually dashing face was now so listless and dejected. I smiled faintly at the extremely pathetic Superman in the mirror.

"Who are you? —What do you want—to do?" Superman looked at me in the mirror.

I smiled without answering.

Then, I lowered my head, staring at the hero's buttocks directly below me, thinking excitedly, "The moment I've dreamed of for so many years has finally arrived."

I reached out and caressed Superman's buttocks with both palms. Superman's buttocks were beautifully shaped, firm, and incredibly elastic. As my hands kneaded the hero's buttocks, Superman's muscular body swayed back and forth with the force of my touch.

"Oh—oh—oh—" Superman's groans rose and fell intermittently with the swaying of his body.

I parted the masculine and sexy hero's plump buttocks, revealing his tender anus and chrysanthemum. I used my index finger to pry open the folds of his anus, stretching the incredibly elastic chrysanthemum open with my fingers. I enjoyed the pleasure of playing with Superman's chrysanthemum.

Superman, feeling his most private parts being severely violated by a stranger of unknown origin, made a dry, tense sound in his throat. My gaze fell upon Superman's expression in the mirror. Although Superman was so weak that his eyelids were heavy, his unfocused eyes, his drooping yet furrowed brows, and his tightly pursed yet resolute lips revealed a mixture of fear and embarrassment within him.

"Who—are you?—Why—did—you—do—this?" Superman in the mirror blushed as if holding his breath, his forehead beaded with sweat from tension and unease.

I remained smiling and silent, thinking smugly to myself, "Even a superhero like Superman, once he loses his superpowers, is as helpless as a lamb to the slaughter." I

pried open Superman's tight, pink anus with my fingers, revealing the red flesh inside. My index finger rudely dug into the opening, only to be immediately sucked tightly by the closed anus. My finger, being sucked, felt the heat within the hero's secret orifice. I dug deeper. Then, the tip of my index finger, now fully inserted into the anus, touched an unusual fold at the bottom.

"It's the prostate gland, Superman's secret orifice!" I thought. My fingertip directly pierced the prostate gland, stimulating the hero's prostate.

"Oh—!" Superman seemed to be electrocuted; his head jerked, and he let out a groan. Superman's trembling back stirred my already aroused nerves, and my already erect penis involuntarily twitched as well. A slight smile played on my lips, and I squinted my lewd eyes, watching Superman's face in the mirror, a face contorted with pain and embarrassment. This gave me an insatiable thrill, and my fingers, probing deep into the folds of his anus, showed no mercy.

"Oh!! Oh—oh!!" Superman, who had never been penetrated so deeply and had his secret orifice ravaged, was experiencing unprecedented pain, yet also a vaguely pleasurable stimulation. Superman's entire body trembled, and his anus contracted and relaxed, sucking at my fingers as if breathing. At the same time, Superman's enormous penis, pressed against the floor, twitched slightly and swelled as if awakening, the glans dripping with clear, heroic pre-ejaculate. My fingers, which were probing, were also slippery from the oily fluid secreted from his anus.

"No, no—don't do this—oh—!" Superman's handsome face flushed red, sweat pouring down his face from shame.

After playing with it for a while, I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my nose, smelling the scent. I'd heard that male deer secrete a musky scent from their genitals to attract mating females; that scent was musk. I thought to myself, even the finest musk couldn't compare to the scent secreted from this hero's secret orifice. I inhaled deeply, thoroughly enjoying the slippery liquid on my fingers.

I spread Superman's plump buttocks apart with both hands, then bent down, lowered my head, and licked the hero's secret orifice. My straight nose sank into Superman's buttock cleft, my cheeks pressed against his firm buttocks, and I directly smelled the scent of Superman's secret orifice.

"Ugh—you—why—why are you doing this—ugh—" The ravaging of Superman's anus ceased, slightly easing his tension. He gasped for breath.

My tongue greedily licked the slippery fluid around his anus, savoring its taste. Superman's most sensitive area was being constantly stimulated by my tongue.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh—" Waves of tingling, numbness, and itching from his most sensitive area pierced Superman's nerves. Superman's head and neck trembled intermittently, his mouth slightly open, groaning. My cheeks, pressed tightly against his buttocks, felt Superman's groin and inner thighs twitch slightly; every hair on the delicate skin of these sensitive areas stood on end.

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