[Lewdness - Registered Exorcist] Chapter Two & Three: New Teammates (Part 2 & 3)

Chapter Two? New Teammate (Part 2)
Exorcist's Code of Conduct, Rule Number One: Always Keep Your Focus.
It's said that those who violate the exorcist's code never have a good ending. I didn't believe it before, but now I do.
The feeling of slamming my head into a glass door—it can only hurt more than it hurts…
"Ugh…" I rubbed my forehead, looking at the "culprit" that was still reflecting light as if mocking me, and I really wanted to
kick it! But I decided against it. Because the person inside had already opened it.
"Chengcheng? What's wrong?" Mark looked at me, completely bewildered.
"Nothing!" I rolled my eyes at him irritably.
The familiar office area. About seventy square meters. Separated from the public area outside by a huge glass partition.
You can see out from inside, but you can't see in from outside. Inside, there's a huge desk, surrounded by several comfortable and beautiful sofas of various sizes, as well as a refrigerator and a coffee machine. Computers and such are in 　　a smaller room
further inside . 　　 I remember we used to love sitting around a table, studying mission data, stuff scattered 　　everywhere, and only Captain Amos would clean it up. And then there was that open-minded white girl, 　　Lucy, who seemed to enjoy having sex with the handsome guys in the group at the big table. Mark once joked that 　　every inch of that table was covered in Lucy's juices. 　　 ...Looks like I've drifted off again. 　　 This time I bumped into someone. 　　 "Sorry," 　　 I said, sticking out my tongue sheepishly. "Hey Chengcheng, are you really okay?" Mark patted my shoulder with concern. 　　 "I'm fine. I was just thinking about something," I said with an exaggerated smile. Then I turned to the 　　person I'd accidentally bumped into. He was undoubtedly a man; I knew it even before I looked. Because 　　when I bumped into him, my hand touched his...it was huge! 　　 He was probably Black. But his skin wasn't very dark; he was probably mixed race. He was 　　a little taller than Mark, with a well-proportioned build, looked quite strong, and was pretty handsome too. If you've seen the American TV series *Criminal Minds 　　*, you'll know Morgan is exactly the kind of person I'm talking about. It seems like Black people all love to laugh, maybe because 　　their teeth are so white… 　　 "His name is Ben. Our new teammate. From Mexico," Mark introduced. "Hey, sexy 　　girl!" He extended a hand to me. 　　 "My name is Yang Cheng," I said, shaking his hand. 　　 "Yes, I've heard of you," he said, his expression quite exaggerated. "Miracle Yang! They say you're 　　one of the best exorcists in the world." 　　 "Thank you." 　　 In Western society, you don't need to show any humility when someone compliments you; you just need 　　to express gratitude out of politeness. Because if you don't have anything to offer, people will never "overpraise" 　　you. This is a big difference from Eastern culture, which emphasizes appearances. 　　 I also noticed that Ben, like Mark, had one eye glancing at my chest. 　　 Mark handed me a gun. This made me freeze for almost two seconds. I told him, "I 　　didn't hand in my gun and identification when I was on leave." " 　　 You'll have to hand it in (referring to my original sidearm) before your next mission," Mark said, finally seizing 　　the opportunity to roll his eyes at me. "The Second Division's latest product. Effective range increased by 500 meters, stronger penetration 　　, and most importantly, the weight and feel remain unchanged." 　　 He tossed the gun into my lap—a really cunning move—it hit my breast and bounced! 　　 "And then there's..." He took out his gun, pulled out the magazine, and I clearly noticed the 　　new patterns on it. He traced those patterns with his fingernail. "Those geniuses improved these 　　guiding runes. When using it, you can charge seven bullets simultaneously." 　　 "Sounds good." I fiddled with my new gun. "But it doesn't seem very practical..." 　　 As a level four exorcist, a standard 5.22mm Sacred Flame bullet only takes 0.5 seconds 　　to charge, and even in blind firing, the interval between two shots exceeds 0.8 　　seconds. There's practically no need to pre-charge the next bullet. 　　 "Uh... can't you treat everyone like you..." Mark's expression faltered. " 　　This feature is generally designed for lower-level exorcists." 　　 "Indeed..." That makes sense. After all, the main force of the Cultivator Association is still those 　　ordinary level two and three exorcists from the Fourth Division . A seven-round magazine means that if necessary, any exorcist 　　can unleash all eleven rounds in one go—that's pretty powerful firepower! 　　 But I still didn't understand: "What does this have to do with us?" 　　 Mark chuckled: "That involves something new. Ta-da!" He pulled 　　out a pure white bullet and held it up in front of me. 　　 "What's this?" I asked him. 　　 "Those guys call it: the Gospel Bullet," Mark said. 　　 "Don't tell me it'll praise Jesus in the air when fired, right? Huh?" I rolled my eyes, but as 　　soon as I held the bullet, I realized something was wrong. The power of my vow that I had channeled into it had vanished without a trace 　　! 　　 Mark continued chuckling, "Right?" He pulled out a Holy Fire Bullet, tracing the tip with his finger 　　. "This bullet is a little different from the Holy Fire Bullet. The Holy Fire Bullet is simple; it's just specially made holy oil, 　　sealed in mithril engraved with runes. Once activated, it just 'bang!'" This bullet, on the other hand, is entirely made of mithril. 　　You can charge it, charge it, charge it until it's fully charged, and then, 'bang!'" " 　　 Isn't that just a one-time-use magical artifact? A highly concentrated burst of willpower explodes all at once…" I 　　prayed for those poor demons… I wiped a cold sweat from my brow. 　　 "Yes!" Mark snapped his fingers. "The drawback of this bullet is that it requires a large amount of willpower to be infused at once. 　　The more willpower infused, the greater the power. Conversely, even less capable exorcists can't use it. And…"

"And the charging time is just too long." Mark ejected all the bullets from the magazine with a "pop pop pop." "
That's where its advantage comes in." He demonstrated, "Put this bullet on the seventh. When fighting
, pop pop pop pop, the top six bullets fire out. What, still not dead? Thud!"
We all laughed.
"This stuff is definitely good, but the cost is too high. Two rounds per person." Mark ejected the Evangelisme rounds from the magazine
, took another one out of his pocket, and tossed it to me. "You'll have to write a report if you use it."
"By the way, give me your old one first. I'll give it to
those guys when we go to the records later."
"Okay!" I took the old gun out of my bag and handed it to him along with the magazine. "Hey?
So you're going to be the head of our group from now on?"
"Yeah!" Mark puffed out his chest and tucked in his stomach, striking a smug pose.
"Damn!" I pretended to kick him. Of course, I didn't actually kick him. My skirt is so short, if I lift my legs up,
even my pussy will be visible.
"Hehehe." Mark raised his hands in surrender and said to Ben, "I'm the nominal team leader, ah, she's
the boss, we all listen to her. Long live the Queen."
"The Queen is your brother-in-law's lover!" I gave him the middle finger, looked around, "Speaking of which, where are the others?"
It seems like there's only Ben and me in the office area!
Mark shrugged: "They're all here."
"No way..." I widened my eyes. Our team used to have the fewest people, but there were still 7 people
!
"Who knows?" Mark shrugged: "They said they're short-staffed.
There are already very few people who can get a Level 4 Exorcist certificate, the shortage is huge, they can't possibly poach people from other teams, right? Their team leaders would fight us to
the death!"
囧! Really 囧! I looked at Mark, then at Ben, and lowered my head.
"Take it slow!" Mark jumped onto the table and sat down. I don't know where he pulled out three
stacks of stapled documents from, tossed one to me, one to Ben, and one to himself. Then he looked at Ben: "You should
explain the situation; you're more familiar with this."
—The best way to integrate a newcomer into the team is to give them a reasonable opportunity to serve the team. (Ali
Han Bevan)
"On March 31st, Singapore police discovered a naked
body in a private elevator in a residential building. The deceased was a 24-year-old woman. The autopsy showed she had been sexually assaulted by multiple men before her death," Ben
explained on the large screen.
"Multiple men?" Mark asked.
"Yes," Ben confirmed the documents in his hand, "Based on the degree of dilation and damage to her vagina, the forensic
doctor believes she was sexually assaulted by at least 15 strong men." "
That doesn't make sense," Mark shook his head.
"Is this the elevator?" I pointed with a laser pointer to a door in a photo on the left side of the screen.
"Yes," Ben nodded in confirmation.
"This small elevator can only carry a maximum of six people. Can we rule out the possibility of the body being moved?" I asked.
"In fact, the Singapore police reviewed the building's CCTV footage from the day of the incident. The footage showed
the deceased entering the elevator herself, but never exiting," Ben said.
"What about the elevator's internal footage?" Mark asked.
"No," Ben shook his head.
"Is there no footage, or was it destroyed?" Mark asked.
Ben gave a wry smile: "It's not that there's no footage, but that the footage didn't capture anything." He pressed
the remote control, splitting the screen into two columns. One column repeatedly played the footage of the woman entering the elevator from the first-floor camera
, while the other displayed the footage from the elevator's internal camera.
The elevator's internal camera showed nothing. Just an empty elevator. No one
entered, and no one exited. But strangely, the elevator's display panel showed that the elevator was indeed moving. Even more
astonishingly, at 7:04 PM, when the other screen showed the woman entering the elevator,
the footage did show the elevator doors opening, but no one entered! But if no one entered, why
would the elevator panel show that it was being operated?
"So the police believe this is a paranormal event?" Mark asked.
"Yes," Ben nodded. "The local police contacted the friars' association's office in Singapore immediately
, requesting assistance."
"But if that's all, it shouldn't have reached us, right?" I said.
The friars' association's structure is somewhat similar to the police system. They have offices in various locations, and above those offices
are branches. Our Seventh Division (Special Operations Division) is essentially the National Security Bureau. If every problem comes to
us, even if we all learned to create clones, we couldn't handle it all.
Ben nodded, indicating that was indeed the case. He then manipulated the remote control, and the screen displayed six photos,
four at the top and two at the bottom. The top photos showed four women, and the bottom photos showed a man and a woman.
"Within two months, a total of four women were murdered, and the manner of their deaths was strikingly similar to that of the first woman
. The connection the police found between them was that none of them lived in this building, and
they all came to the building alone and took the elevator." Ben paused. "On May 17th,
the Singapore office of the Brotherhood of Monks sent two Level 2 exorcists to the building to investigate." He
drew a few lines on the two photos below with a laser pointer, indicating that it was the man and woman. "On the 23rd (he placed a red dot on the female
exorcist's photo), she was found lying in the same elevator, her pants pulled down, having been raped before her death
. And he (the red dot on the male exorcist's photo), disappeared."
Mark and I exchanged a glance. I saw the concern in Mark's eyes, so I smiled at him and nodded,
indicating that I was alright. "Stay put and steal?" I said.
Ben and Mark did the same thing: shrug.
"In fact, the more important information came from the television recording of the day she (referring to the female exorcist) was murdered."
"It looks like it." This time, instead of showing comparison footage, they directly played the video from inside the elevator. At the beginning and later
parts, like the other videos, there was nothing in the elevator. However, at 4 minutes 35
seconds to 51 seconds into this video, a very brief clip appeared. The clip showed a female exorcist being
raped by something.
From the clip, her pants were already down and lying in a corner of the elevator, her top was
flipped up, exposing her breasts, and her head was tilted upwards, her mouth seemingly making "ah" sounds
. What was particularly bizarre was that there was no one raping her or anything else in the clip. She was just
suspended in mid-air, in the act of being raped—the kind of
position where a man holds a woman, his penis inserted into her vagina, and uses his waist to toss her body upwards. But all we saw in the clip
was the woman being tossed around.
"It seems to be a demon," Mark said.
I twirled the laser pointer between my fingers: "Our opponent will be a
demon capable of handling two level 2 monks working together, and also able to disrupt the camera system. Conservatively speaking, it should be at least a C-level
."
"Primarily driven by lust, with a certain tendency towards violence. Its strength should be considerable, but its magical domain ability is low, or
nonexistent. Its agility is currently undetermined. Below C-level, or above D-level. And its source is inside this
building," Mark added.
"I believe its source should meet the following characteristics: male, between 20 and 35 years old, relatively withdrawn
, poor interpersonal relationships, small social circle, no sexual partner. High libido. It can be inferred that he likely has a
seemingly respectable job, dresses impeccably, and has a large collection of pornographic magazines, photos,
and videos at home," Ben added, providing a deeper analysis. Looking at our two O-shaped mouths, he
smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "I used to be a policeman for a while."
"Very good!" Mark gave a thumbs up.
I gave two.
"Well then," Mark slammed the documents on the table and jumped down, "we're leaving for Singapore tomorrow."
"How are you?" he asked.
I held up one finger: "Ready at any time!"
"Great!" He nodded, looking at Ben: "Then I'll leave the communication and plane tickets to you, our
new liaison officer."
"No problem!" Ben nodded vigorously.
But seeing him seem about to turn and leave, I quickly pointed towards the small cubicle and told him, "
There's an interface to the network and cloud computing system in there."
"Oh, I see!"
Watching Ben move with his laptop with lightning speed, Mark and I exchanged another glance. We laughed.
Back in our day, our team was all smiles and laughter; apart from Captain Aris, where else could we find this kind of drive?
"I think you're slacking off, aren't you, team leader!" I poked Mark's face with my finger.
Mark smiled slyly, as if we were in the same boat. He glanced at me again, and just
when I thought he was about to say "You're so sexy" again, he asked, "Are you really okay?"
I knew he was referring to the "rape." I flicked his chin with my finger: "Do you think
I'm that fragile?"
He smiled, then suddenly leaned in close, almost to my ear: "I've been wanting to ask you something."
"What?" I asked him.
"Are you wearing underwear?"
Chapter
3 New Teammate (Part 2)
If you want to know if a girl is willing to sleep with you, ask her some sensitive questions,
like: What color is your underwear? Are you wearing underwear? And so on. —Anonymous. I've known for a long time that Mark is a playboy. I've personally witnessed him 　　inserting his huge penis into Lucy's vagina
right there on the big desk . 　　 At that time, Lucy was completely naked, her large breasts jiggling like rolling waves, her legs 　　almost pressed against his shoulders, completely exposing her pink vulva. His large penis thrust in and out repeatedly 　　, sometimes without pulling out… Lucy screamed wildly, yelling, “You 　　’re killing me!” 　　 Back then, I didn’t discriminate against such indulgence, but of course, I kept my distance myself. And now 　　, the table is still the same table, Mark is still the same Mark, and the once classic Eastern woman, Yang Cheng, is, strictly speaking, 　　a little slut now, isn’t she? 　　 So, facing his ambiguous gaze, I gave him an even more ambiguous answer: “Guess.” 　　 “I guess you’re wearing thongs,” he said. But he immediately shook his head, rejecting his own answer— 　　obviously, with my light-colored, tight skirt, even thongs would show through. “C-pants 　　?” he said. 　　 I didn’t answer him verbally. Instead, I kept looking at him and slowly parted my thighs. 　　 You know, even standing up, this super short skirt barely covers my butt. Just sitting down properly 　　already reveals a quarter of my backside, giving everyone a good look. And I was sitting on a rather high table 　　. Spreading my legs, the skirt rode up even higher. It was as if my lower body, apart from those sandals, was 　　completely naked. 　　 Undoubtedly, he saw my vulva. Pink and already quite wet. 　　Exposed completely to his eyes. 　　 His eyes widened again, his mouth forming an "O." 　　 I flicked his chin again: "Careful your chin doesn't fall off and you can't put it back on!" Saying that, I put my 　　feet together, jumped down, and pulled the skirt back into place. 　　 Mark was still looking at me with a ghostly expression. 　　 "What are you doing?" I asked him. 　　 He looked down and chuckled, then shook his head: "You really are...so sexy!" 　　 I stuck my tongue out at him: "You mean I'm slutty, right?"

Mark chuckled and shook his head again. Then he gave me a deep look but didn't continue the conversation.
He shook his head from side to side, as if thinking for a moment, before bringing his mouth close to my ear and whispering
, "I think I just saw your pussy was wet!"
I could feel my face starting to turn red. I bit my lip, lowered my head, and laughed too. Then
I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "So many bad guys are staring at my
breasts! You even grabbed one of my breasts just now! How could it not be wet?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that this wasn't a coquettish tone at all.
Sure enough, Mark's expression changed to a wicked smile. He didn't say anything. Suddenly, he
pulled me close around the waist and hugged me tightly. One of his hands pressed against my back, and the other against my buttocks, making
my breasts press tightly against his chest, while his hard penis pressed firmly against my lower abdomen.
"I'm warning you again. Don't seduce me." He breathed into my ear, "I really will
rape you!"
I tilted my head back, which pressed my breasts even closer to his chest
, but only then could I see his face directly. I breathed into his ear too: "If
I willingly let you have your way, how can you rape me?"
Mark hissed: "God, tell me, am I dreaming?"
I stuck out my little tongue and lightly licked his lips.
This action ignited a volcano.
"Ah!!" I screamed. Because he pushed me down onto the desk. That wasn't all,
he lifted my legs. He reached inside my legs, spread them wide,
lifted them again, and then, with his lower body staring at my crotch, he thrust hard, pushing me onto the desk,
my buttocks right on the edge.
And without a doubt, my vagina was facing upwards, completely exposed to him.
He buried his head between my legs.
"Ah!" I cried out again. But this time it wasn't a scream, but a moan.
His tongue slid across my labia minora, gently, tickling me, like a tiny
insect crawling on my genitals. The stimulation made my thigh muscles tense instantly, and I clenched my vagina. But then
he extended his tongue, trying to slip it inside my vagina.
"No..." I covered my face with my hands, instinctively tilting my chin up. But
I knew that even if I buried my head in the sand like an ostrich, I couldn't stop feeling that tongue licking my vagina
.
My vagina must be very tight, because he tried for a while without success. So he
changed tactics and continued licking. He licked my labia minora, licked the entrance to my vagina, licked my entire pubic fold, all the way
down to that most sensitive clitoris.
Then he focused on that little bean, sucking on it hard, even gently biting
it with his teeth…
I opened my mouth wide, trying my best to hold back my cries. This was the headquarters of the Monks' Guild, with
people coming and going everywhere, and occasionally someone would be facing our direction. Although they
couldn't see anything from the outside, the soundproofing of these glass windows wasn't very good. What's more, don't forget there
was Ben in the small cubicle inside!
I felt some warm liquid starting to flow out of my vagina.
Mark sucked and licked hard. He kept trying to insert his tongue into my vagina.
I felt an urge to cry. I clenched my vagina tighter. The muscles in my thighs tensed even more. My legs
were already straight, the sandals pointing towards the ceiling. More importantly, I let go of my hands covering my face,
lifted my tank top, revealing my breasts, grabbing my right breast with my left hand and my left breast with my right
, squeezing hard.
I know this makes me look lewd. But I have to admit, it feels really good.
It seems Mark wanted to give me my first orgasm this way. But he failed. Just like he couldn't
get even a tiny bit of his tongue inside my vagina. He gave up.
He stopped, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up. So I leaned forward, hooked my arms around
his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled myself towards him.
My face was against his, nose almost touching.
Two seconds later, he kissed me hard. He sealed my mouth with his, sucking hard.
He pried open my teeth with his tongue, trying to get his tongue into my mouth. But his tongue tip touched mine
. He didn't move, I didn't move. So he moved his tongue tip slightly, trying to slip it in. But his tongue
tip still touched mine.
If this were a comic book where tongues could talk, you would definitely see this dialogue. Tongue A: "Damn it!
Get out of my way! I'm 007!" Tongue B: "Go away! I'm an alpaca!"
Thus, a legend arose: the war between the alpaca and 007 concerns world peace and the future.
We began our "fight."
It looked like we were passionately kissing. In fact, we were. He just wanted to put his tongue
in my mouth, and I wanted to force my tongue into his.
Until we were both breathless.
No result.
Mark's face was filled with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. I stuck
my tongue out at him. He immediately took my tongue in his mouth. And so, we both succumbed.
The world went dark.
After another moment of suffocation, we faced each other, panting heavily. He placed me on the edge of the table (after, of course,
he had been holding me and spinning me around), making me sit, but my arms were still around his neck, and my legs were still
wrapped around his waist.
He squeezed my breasts with both hands.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him again, looking into his eyes.
He said, "Take off your little skirt!"
"It won't stop you from fucking my pussy!" I pouted.
His gaze was fiery.
After a moment, I think I understood what he meant. A wry smile slid down my cheeks, followed by
a burning flush. I bit my lip and pushed him away abruptly.
Although I looked down at my toes, I could feel his gaze burning on my face. After
a while—in fact, I wasn't thinking anything, just spacing out, and then making a decision—I bit
my lip again and nodded.
I jumped down, bent over, and pulled the tiny miniskirt down to my heels with both hands, lifting one leg and
kicking off the sandal, then the other. Then I crumpled the skirt into a ball in my hands, held it in one hand,
straightened up, and handed it to him. Of course, I pouted.
He licked his lips. He took my skirt, smelled it, and then
tossed it onto the sofa in the corner.
And so, he pushed me down again.
He took almost half of my breast into his mouth in one gulp. He sucked hard. The feeling was indescribable.
I can only say that his bite almost sucked my soul out of my body.
He then sucked on the other one. I couldn't help but moan, "Mmm..."
He started to unbutton his own clothes and pants. I reached out to help, but only managed to rip off
one button from his shirt. As punishment, he grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed hard,
almost making me cry out again.
So I pulled my legs back, curled up into a ball, and pretended to be obedient. I watched him quickly rip
off his clothes, kick off his shoes, and then jump up, almost shoving his huge penis into my face.
I deliberately looked at him with innocent eyes. He just grinned and looked at me like that, and whether
intentionally or not, his huge penis brushed against my face.
I glared at him.
Okay, I gave in. I took off my tank top, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at him—but
he obviously caught it and tossed it aside. I took his penis into my mouth. It was so big!
I serviced it with my tongue. I knew he must be enjoying it. So I licked even harder.
I could feel him trembling slightly.
I spat out his penis and licked it with my tongue, all the way down to his testicles. I even
held his testicles in my mouth for a moment. Then I continued licking, all the way back to the glans.
"My God, Chengcheng, your oral skills are amazing," Mark panted, praising me.
I stuck my tongue out at him and made a face.
"Are you going to put it in my mouth?" I asked him. Many men like deep throat. I guess it gives them a
sense of conquest.
But Mark waved his hands repeatedly: "God! I don't want to be made to cum by you like this. I haven't enjoyed
the body of my beautiful goddess yet!"
Before he laid me flat on the table, I made another face.
In fact, he practically folded my body in half. My feet were almost touching my breasts.
"Do you have anything else to say?" He aimed his penis at my vagina, but his face wore a sanctimonious
expression, looking more like a medieval inquisitor.
I responded with two raised middle fingers.
"Slap!" His penis plunged deep into my body. My mouth gaped open, I gasped, and
almost cried out again. But looking at him, clenching his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead,
he wasn't much better off than me.
"God, Chengcheng, your pussy is so tight..." His voice was practically a moan...
I didn't speak. In fact, even if I wanted to speak, all I could manage was a "Ah!"
and a torrential downpour of thrusting. The indescribable feeling was like a roaring wave,
constantly arousing me from the clitoris at the entrance of my vagina all the way to the depths of my body, each wave more turbulent and surging than the last
, instantly engulfing me, then tossing me up, then engulfing me again.
He was ravaging my vagina like a fearless warrior, like a galloping steed, thunderous and
lightning-like, tearing through the sky, like iron cavalry crashing into a shield formation, with a deafening roar
.
Someone once said that to conquer a woman, you must pin her down on the bed and thrust your penis into
her vagina. It's not about shallow thrusts and deep penetrations, playing hard to get, or fancy techniques; it's about
this kind of valiant, fearless, unstoppable force, like a howling wind, like a torrential downpour, like
a giant wave capsizing an aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean, like fiery lava bursting forth from the earth!
Don't doubt it; a philosopher once said that only two things can truly move the heart:
the brilliant starry sky above us and sex. (Note 1)
In that instant, I felt as if I had truly lost myself. Everything around me seemed to turn blank, except
for me; even Mark didn't exist.
You can't imagine that feeling. It was as if the world only contained me, yet it also seemed as if I didn't. Because I
saw myself—isn't that contradictory? But that's the truth. I saw my hands, my feet, my
body, my breasts, my vagina, my hair, even my face!
It was as if my soul had suddenly jumped out of my body. But in this world, only I existed.
Nothing else existed.
I could see myself covering my face with my palms, my mouth wide open, as if in pain, yet also in pleasure.
I could see my breasts rounding and flattening, and now Mark was kneading them. I could even rotate
360 degrees, "appreciating" myself being fucked from every angle, like watching a live AV
.
I could even see my vagina being forced open, my juices splashing, even the folds of my vaginal walls being rubbed raw
.
Suddenly, I saw the bracelet on my wrist. The bracelet suddenly emitted a white light. Pure white. Then...
Then, I saw a white expanse—I realized it was the ceiling. Immediately afterward, a surge of
pleasure overwhelmed me.
I felt like my vagina was melting. I felt
like I was flying on clouds.
Mark was fucking my vagina hard, again and again, without mercy. His burning eyes told me he wanted to
completely conquer me.
I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I held him tightly, pressing my breasts against his chest.
I responded to his thrusts with all my might, which intensified the suffocating pleasure.
I thought, I'm going crazy.
Mark went crazy too. He let out a low, beast-like roar. His penis, thrusting into my vagina
, grew stronger and larger.
When Mark ejaculated his thick semen deep inside me, I vaguely saw that
mysterious scene again. But this time, I didn't see myself. He was leaning against a picturesque windowsill,
holding a bracelet in his hand, smiling so gently…
"Ah—
"

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