Trial in Another World

In ancient times, after the twin goddesses created humankind in their own image, they created the "source of all impurities"—men—based on women to ensure human survival in the perilous primordial world. The way men and women mate led to more complex social changes. Men were rough, savage, belligerent, and filled with a desire for conquest. But it was precisely because of these characteristics that humanity was able to overcome powerful monsters and establish a firm foothold in civilization during the era of slumber after the goddesses' creation. Men were always filled with mating desires, constantly thinking about mating, which also contributed to the continuation of civilization. This is the primordial era. After this… For a time, the violent tendencies of men plunged the world into chaos, with constant warfare between various races. This era of chaos is known as the Chaotic Era. As history progressed and civilization flourished, the genetic information left by the goddess gradually reduced male fertility. Advancement also tempered human brutality. During this period, the aesthetic of the entire civilized world began to favor delicacy and refinement. Men, like women, began to dress and adorn themselves, and even cross-dressers with a penchant for ornate and delicate women's clothing became prevalent. The worship of women also gained widespread popularity. Ultimately, men completely disappeared from history. Now, only a few people occasionally learn of their existence through historical records. This is the present-day Bright Era, an era of social peace, unprecedented resource abundance, advanced culture, and continuous progress in magical technology. Civilization has ushered in an era of unprecedented prosperity.

Above the magical city of Rosetta, vast, intricate magic circles shimmered with beautiful halos. Magnificent courtyards floated in the sky under the influence of magic. At the highest point stood the majestic throne of Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Saint Asen, with milky-white energy pillars radiating outwards, enveloping the entire city in a soft glow and supplying this bustling metropolis with a continuous flow of energy. This magic circle was also the central point of the kingdom's magical network, a symbol of this magical civilization that had reached its zenith in this generation.

Below the throne was an equally magnificent and exquisite aerial garden. Of course, it wasn't merely ornate; with the development of civilization, various artistic styles had flourished, and the residences of the kingdom's highest nobility also featured many with exaggerated and bizarre designs. Under the skillful arrangement and interplay of these elements, the entire sky remained filled with a magnificent beauty.
One courtyard within the luminous curtain was elegant and refined, possessing both a retro, elegant grandeur and a clever, lively charm. The entire building was shrouded in green light and shadow, making it utterly endearing. Suddenly, a dazzling azure light erupted from the courtyard, shooting straight into the sky. Here, the seventh princess of the Holy Kingdom, Amaranta von Krissana, celebrated her 14th birthday. Today, as a mage, she would also undergo her trial to formally become a spellcaster, attempting to communicate with the will of the plane, break through space and time, and summon her own familiar. Such a spell had extremely strict and comprehensive requirements for magical power, mental sensitivity, mastery of magical principles, and understanding of the workings of all things. In every aspect, it could be considered a landmark spell for mastering magic.

Within the amplification circle that Amaranta herself had inscribed, the princess held a staff called the Heart of Water, seemingly fixed in an invisible container, her face serene, her mind constantly concentrating. Blue magic flowed and meandered along intricate patterns, carving out profound totems.

She chanted profound and enigmatic incantations, intensifying her mental focus. These complex incantations themselves were peculiar symbols for invoking the power of the world, much like specific code in a computer program. Without incantations, magic is impossible to unleash. The complex spells required for summoning familiars were also the most direct requirement for the manipulator's mastery of magic.

Amaranta's voice grew faster and faster. As the last syllable fell, the light screen shattered with a deafening roar. In the swirling light and shadow, a strange creature appeared before the princess.

What was this? What species? It possessed facial features and limbs similar to humans, but upon closer inspection, it was a completely different species. This difference wasn't like the difference between humans and elves, or the lack of pointed ears or wings compared to angels; rather, the entire image, conceptually, almost made one feel that it wasn't human at all. Moreover, no magical fluctuations could be sensed from the creature. This strange being clearly left the princess somewhat bewildered. However, as long as the communication with the world was successful and the summoning completed, the trial would be a success. In this world, with abundant resources and a flourishing civilization, spellcasters rarely placed high demands on their magical pets' abilities. They didn't need them to be strong fighters or perform specific functions; they were more like companions, like pets.

In a distant plane, a thin man stared intently at the seductive images on his computer screen, his hand moving faster as he masturbated, performing actions that brought him pleasure, his face lewd.

For Wang Daming, the source of his mental satisfaction was mostly anime and manga from a certain island nation, or even just simple text descriptions. Women in the real world, on the other hand, failed to arouse his desire.

As his desire accumulated, looking at the beautiful girl on the screen, the man finally released his urge. The weakness and discomfort after ejaculation left him feeling somewhat disappointed.

This world is truly boring. Just as Wang Daming closed his eyes, a profound feeling rose within him. He seemed to see, in the distant, endless starry sky, a world blessed by a goddess, where only women existed. Abundant spiritual energy made every human in this world possess beauty surpassing that of Earthlings… Before he could even laugh at his own imagination, Wang Daming, who was simply dreaming of such a world, slowly lost consciousness.

This… time travel? After being struck by lightning, hit by a car, and other bizarre ways to die, or even just going to the toilet, clicking a mouse, or getting lost, masturbating could also lead to time travel? Good heavens! The number of time travelers will skyrocket! And as the halo dissipated, after completing the process of time travel—which is roughly how it works—countless interpretations naturally surfaced in Wang Daming's mind.
Therefore, he could understand the girl's call before him. Was this his master? His summoner?

This scenario seemed familiar.

Wang Daming simply stared blankly at everything before him. In truth, the beauty possessed by his master far exceeded his understanding and imagination, leaving this male consciousness momentarily stunned.

Watching the girls' actions, this self-proclaimed highly adaptable young man of the new century was genuinely bewildered by the situation, feeling truly ashamed. Moreover, even though he considered himself unattached, he didn't experience the unrealistic joy of being transported to another world.

At this point, Wang Daming had no idea what kind of world he had transmigrated to. Now, with unprecedented focus and seriousness, he began to recall how those protagonists in his novels, the socially disadvantaged, unemployed, and other losers on Earth, suddenly became incredibly successful in other worlds—how exactly did they operate? And what should he do?

Then he finally realized a problem. These losers mostly rely on various transmigration perks to get rich. Sure enough, even a novice author can sense that these useless characters are incapable of achieving anything on their own.

So where are his transmigration perks? Where are they?

If someone transmigrates to another world, whether they gain unlimited magic power from eating sweet potatoes, or even carry an upgrade package or a main god, the predecessors always seem to receive transmigration perks to thrive.

So, where are my perks?! Just transmigrating without any perks? That's so stingy! For a moment, Wang Daming felt a sense of despair.

Looking at her bewildered and gloomy familiar, Amaranta was somewhat confused. However, after successfully summoning it, she officially became a spellcaster, and there would be many more opportunities to communicate with it in the future. So, she put Wang Daming aside for now and began to recover her depleted energy.

After practicing magic, the princess, who had been busy all day, returned to her palace with her newly created familiar. Before Wang Daming could even marvel at that this was his first time entering a girl's room, he saw Amaranta gently leaning against the bed, kicking off her delicate little boots, revealing a slender ankle that seemed to radiate light. Such exquisite, perfect creation made Wang Daming's mind drift into a daze once again. It was something that men on Earth could never imagine, no matter how much they fantasized about the flawed body of a mortal woman. It was incomparable to any beauty created by two-dimensional or 3D animation.

Gazing at the perfectly curved feet, his eyes fixed on something he had never imagined to be so beautiful, all other thoughts vanished in an instant. Wang Daming felt his blood boil, unable to control himself any longer. "Whatever, if I die, I die. Anyway, I'm in another world." Wang Daming suddenly pounced on Amaranta, cupped her elegant feet encased in light blue stockings, and kissed them passionately. Amaranta cried out "Ouch!" and sat up, half-closing her eyes as she looked at Wang Daming kneeling before her. She didn't know what he was doing, but she didn't make any further moves. At such close range, Wang Daming, his nostrils filled with a strong fragrance, was oblivious yet intoxicated. He took the entire sock into his mouth and sucked hard, as if the sweet juice was nectar that could save his burning soul. The sock, made of an unknown material, was incredibly smooth. Wang Daming frantically licked it inch by inch, eventually reaching the ankle. Only then did Wang Daming realize that compared to this tender skin, the sock, though a delicacy he had never dared to dream of before, still couldn't compare to the girl's body. His tongue circled the perfectly protruding ankle a few times. Wang Daming, his head almost burning, realized how foolish he had been. He then slipped his tongue into the seam of the sock and peeled it off, the touch along the way already driving him wild with pleasure. After removing her socks, he no longer cared about admiring the heartbreakingly beautiful curves. Instead, he roughly took her toes into his mouth. With a "whoosh," Wang Daming felt as if the whole world had vanished. Water magic made every part of his body so moist that it seemed as if water would seep out with the slightest effort, even his toes. The fragrant scent emanating from her body inside the socks made Wang Daming forget everything, especially the liquid and grime on the soles of his feet from rigorous practice all day. Even swallowing a little made him feel as if he had taken an overdose of drugs, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Women in his world could never have such skin, such a scent, could they? "Hehe, it tickles," Amaranta said, trying to pull her feet away, but Wang Daming wouldn't let go. "Okay, I won't move," Amaranta comforted him indulgently, leaning against the ivory bed, stretching out her toes for Wang Daming to lick. It tickled but wasn't uncomfortable, so she didn't resist. After licking away the last bit of sweat and grime, the intoxicating scent didn't fade; instead, it filled Wang Daming's entire chest and brain. However, this only allowed him to experience more clearly the perfect curves and smooth texture of those delicate feet. He probed between the tiny toes with his tongue, taking the last trace of residue into his mouth, then taking each small toe in turn. Indeed, the girl from the magical world was flawless, without a single imperfection in the smallest detail. But having just one toe in his mouth made Wang Daming restless. He opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow. Amaranta's already slender and delicate feet were now completely engulfed by Wang Daming's mouth, the very tip of her foot. "Hehe, why are you in such a hurry?" Amaranta tried to pull away, but Wang Daming held her tightly with his lips. The little princess playfully tugged back and forth a few times, intensifying the sensation on his lips and giving Wang Daming a strange pleasure in his mouth. His freed hands hastily pulled out his penis and frantically masturbated it inside the removed socks. The man, who had only ever fantasized about porn, quickly filled Xiuya's socks with his filthy fluids under such stimulation. Just as he relaxed, Amaranta pulled her toes out, splattering saliva, covering her entire foot with Wang Daming's dirty saliva. "Giggle," Amaranta laughed happily like a victorious little girl. For her, it was like a fun game. In a world where the entire male species had disappeared before the epoch, girls here naturally didn't have any concept of self-defense techniques. Exhausted from using her mental energy, Amaranta lay motionless on the bed after a while, letting the strange familiar she had summoned gently lick her body. Wang Daming's agitated emotions subsided after ejaculating, and he didn't even have time to despise his unhelpful little... The brother's poor performance led him to caress the girl's perfect, flawless body even more meticulously, sucking on Princess Xiuya's toes. Perhaps due to magic, this body seemed to exude sweet juices with the slightest pressure. His tongue roughly swept across the warm, moist body, yet he didn't feel thirsty; instead, the perfect touch stimulated him to continuously secrete saliva, making the girl's entire body wet. He lifted the girl's arm, using his tongue to wash back and forth across Amaranta's smooth, almost... The skin, creating resistance, held each slender, flawless finger in his mouth until he could no longer endure it. He then probed the girl's equally smooth and tender armpits with his tongue, the sweet, almost poisonous scent filling his nostrils, unlike the sordid bodily fluids secreted by women of similar structure on Earth. Watching Amaranta allow Wang Daming to lick and caress her, as if she truly considered it merely a game played by her strange familiar, fueled Wang Daming's lust to swell infinitely.

Lying on the bed, Amaranta remained unmoved by Wang Daming's actions. Responding, Wang Daming breathed heavily, straightening up slightly. He placed his hastily wiped, soiled lower body, cleansed with his shoes and socks, into the princess's delicate, soft palm. The girl's hands, seemingly created using 3D effects, were slender and beautiful, warm and smooth, as if radiating a faint glow. Despite her frail body, the sight of her was even more beautiful than any computer-generated simulation, causing Wang Daming to almost lose his balance upon touching her. Furthermore, seemingly sensing the familiar's pleasure, Amaranta also gently gripped and caressed him. Her fingers brushed across the man's sensitive areas, sending a jolt like an electric current through him, yet the actual sensation was entirely different. The simple touch alone brought him immense pleasure. Unable to stand, he practically leaned against the headboard, completely unable to take the initiative. He could only rely on his mistress, who seemed to sense his thoughts, to indulgently bring him pleasure. The frail man quickly succumbed again, deliberately smearing his filthy bodily fluids on the flawless princess's body. Looking at the filthy body, Amaranta gave a helpless smile, though she didn't want to completely... His native language, but for a spellcaster, this simple act of cleaning was quite straightforward; he merely controlled the water flow over his body, preparing to fall asleep.

Completely satisfied by this simple act of lewdness, Wang Daming felt a wave of exhaustion and slowly drifted off to sleep beside the princess's bed.

This was the spacious central hall of the princess's residence, serving as the node for accessing energy from the magic network and the heart of the entire aerial garden. Profound and enigmatic runes floated throughout the vast space.

Now, Wang Daming stood naked on the high platform in the center of the hall, while Amaranta wore... The princess, dressed in a relaxed white dress with pink petals, looked effortlessly chic. Her long, waist-length light blue hair was simply parted in two and styled behind her. She was now observing the man's body with interest, occasionally touching it lightly with her fingers. Behind her floated a pure white girl, most strikingly, her enormous wings fully extended, emitting specks of white light. These wings, supported by the immense energy of a magical node, were the work of the archangel Phil, who usually resided only within the mansion. As a creation of God, she possessed boundless power and wisdom, and was typically the core of information exchange and energy control within the residence.
Amaranta, unable to immediately identify her peculiar familiar, simply connected to her angel for verification.

Phil suddenly opened her eyes, a smile appearing on her face. In the distant hall, neatly dressed maids stood in two rows, unable to resist casting curious glances in their direction. Wang Daming felt an uncontrollable, slow swelling in his lower body, which he could no longer control. "Damn," he thought, "even though I'm basically a masochist, I shouldn't have exhibitionist tendencies, right?"
"Data matching complete. Your familiar has been confirmed as a man who disappeared before the beginning of the era, active in the Primordial Era and the Chaos Era." The search was completed without needing to connect to the information center of the entire timeline. After all, although it felt unfamiliar to the senses, men themselves weren't an uncommon species.

"A man... what... a man, you mean that man?" Although the distant history prevented Amaranta from recognizing him immediately, as a knowledgeable spellcaster, she had a general understanding of the term.

"Hmm, although the origins are somewhat different, they are essentially the same kind of creature. It seems this magic trial was more successful than expected. A plane where men exist as civilized beings is at least separated from our world by countless world barriers."

"The legendary source of filth, male?" Amaranta suddenly noticed this, her fingers unconsciously touching Wang Daming's uncontrollable erection. This touch sent a shiver down his spine.
"Hehe, just like the legendary creature. A body brimming with sensory organs, bringing pleasure," the princess said with interest, beginning to stroke the man's body back and forth with her smooth palm, watching his reaction. "Driven by bodily desires, the will generates desire, but cannot control it—a mind-disordered lower-body animal—does such a species truly exist?" Amaranta's smooth palm seemed to possess a strange magic.
"Not only that, you said he has no magical energy, meaning the energy in his world is extremely scarce. If civilization develops to a certain level, according to their distorted worldview, they might even believe that matter determines consciousness, and physiological factors are the fundamental determinant of the mind. If the body is aroused and stimulated, even with conscious resistance, pleasure is unavoidable, is that right, male?"

The holy and solemn angel, with a mysterious smile, suddenly moved in front of him, gently opened her mouth, and took the man's symbol into her mouth, looking at him with an ambiguous, playful smile.

"A distorted worldview, huh..." Wang Daming gasped, still being manipulated like this. "Being stimulated like this... isn't this... just to be expected?"

"Hoo hoo, can't even speak properly anymore?" The princess covered her mouth and chuckled, watching the archangel stimulate the man's body. "How about it? If you were a man, being played with like this by a pure and noble angel, wouldn't you already find it hard to control yourself?"

The angel, created from energy, could freely switch the form of his body. The angel, radiating pure white light, hovered in front of him, revealing a peculiar smile, and gently licked him with the tip of its tongue. Wang Daming could only feel his body entering a wonderful place he had never dared to imagine. The nimble tongue probed into the foreskin, sweeping across the sensitive glans, making Wang Daming unsteady on his feet. It wasn't just the tip of the tongue that went in; it was as if the entire penis had become three-dimensional, being intensely stimulated by the permeating energy. However, only the most sensitive part was being stimulated, which did not help to relieve the aroused desire. Wang Daming straightened his body and leaned forward somewhat timidly, wanting to penetrate more into the angel's mouth.

Noticing the man's movements, the angel gently shook her head, her small mouth seemingly effortlessly enveloping the entire shaft. Although squeezed to the maximum extent by the angel's pure mouth, it still slowly and firmly penetrated, even piercing into the narrow throat. But at this moment, Wang Daming could no longer enjoy this impossible pleasure. The inferior Southbound Kingdom he carried as an Earthling quickly began to ejaculate wildly after a few sucks and licks from Phil, injecting his filthy fluids into the glowing angel's mouth.

Phil slowly flew back into the air, spitting the filthy liquid onto his palm. Amaranta walked to Wang Daming, who was slumped on the ground, and gently touched it with her fingertip, tasting it. "What a strange taste..."

The angel smiled beautifully. "Your body, though unused, possesses the same system. Let this man let you experience this pleasure."

Amaranta, seemingly understanding, sat on the luxurious seat in the center of the hall, gently lifting her skirt to reveal her pink lower body. She then sat down on the magnificent chair in front of the hall. What seemed like a lewd act was actually full of nobility and elegance.

"What are you still standing there for? A man, you must really like it, right?"

"I should... I really like it." Understanding the angel's meaning, Wang Daming suddenly didn't know what kind of world he had transmigrated to, but in any case, this world was truly, truly, too damn wonderful.
With no other options to consider, Wang Daming pulled down Amaranta's pink panties and was immediately stunned by the sight before him. Wang Daming was a shameful virgin, but he was a cultured, resource-rich virgin of the 21st century. He had seen countless women's genitals in various forms, and in a man's eyes, the opposite sex's organs naturally possessed sexual appeal. However, the pale pink of a young girl's body—even an alien would consider it a flawless work of art. Wang Daming's mind was either wandering aimlessly or simply incapable of thought.
Wang Daming frantically caressed the girl's body with his rough tongue. Amaranta trembled slightly and gasped, "Oh, it feels so strange." The man's tongue explored the girl's body, sending wonderful sensations through her. The sweet, smooth texture of his tongue and the alluring fragrance emanating from the flawless body of the girl made him unconsciously breathe greedily into her nostrils. His breath blew onto the princess's sensitive lower body. It was different from the world he had been in before, but Wang Daming could imagine that the nectar flowing from this beautiful garden was fragrant, sweet, and unimaginable—a taste he had never experienced before. Intoxicated by this beautiful scent, his head was spinning. He greedily sucked, his tongue penetrating deep into Amaranta's shimmering body. His face was buried between the girl's legs. Experiencing such stimulation for the first time, Amaranta unconsciously moved her legs, her snow-white, smooth thighs pressed against his face, the warm fragrance filling his nostrils. His nose lightly touched Amaranta's soft skin, and the princess let out another sweet moan, tilting her head back to feel the wonderful sensation on her body. She groaned softly as a small, alluring object emerged from the crevice. Wang Daming had never seen a girl's body like this before. His eyes widened as he stared at the red bean, his burning excitement almost melting it. Could this be the legendary clitoris of a young girl?

His tongue trembled as it pressed against it, intimately touching the trembling bean. His lips followed, kissing the bean and sucking it into his mouth. His tongue and lips gently licked and sucked at it, tenderly licking and drawing in the ever-increasing delicious nectar flowing from the girl's private parts. His tongue stretched far, penetrating deep into the tender crevice of the girl's garden, sucking the nectar and creating even more, as if producing the maximum dose of a drug. Beyond its inherent sweetness, this wasn't a delusion born of his excitement, but rather the perfect constitution of the girls in this world. Amaranta could feel the smooth, thick tongue moving skillfully there, bringing her waves of warm sensation. The intense stimulation made her let out a soft moan, her pale hands unconsciously stroking the man's head, seeking more pleasure. This seemed to be his greatest encouragement, making him lick even more vigorously. Wang Daming almost roughly took her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking it with his tongue, causing Amaranta to scream softly again. Hearing his mistress's seductive voice, Wang Daming kissed her vulva passionately, his tongue dancing wildly, licking the entrance of her vagina even more intensely.

Amaranta's cheeks flushed, she let out low cries, now only able to lean weakly against the chair back, uttering intermittent, delicate moans, feeling the accumulating pleasure beneath her.

Wang Daming was no longer capable of any meaningful thought. His tongue instinctively moved faster and faster, rapidly scooping up the sweet juices flowing from the girl's body. Amaranta let out a sweet cry, her thighs clamping tightly around the man's head beneath her, her body trembling. This source of pleasure, which she had never touched before, was releasing an unprecedented and exquisite joy. A large amount of nectar flowed from the princess's garden, and Wang Daming sucked it all up, not wanting to miss a single drop. If he had to describe it, it was as if molten lava had been poured into his brain—an intense pleasure, a warm current coursing through his entire body. His member swelled to an unprecedented degree, the power of that warm current even giving him the illusion that it would burst open at any moment.
"What a strange feeling," Amaranta murmured repeatedly. "No wonder men are so obsessed." With a blush of intoxication, the princess gently brushed aside her disheveled hair, her alluring beauty captivating everyone around her.

Although he was a submissive, Wang Daming still acted on his male instincts in the face of the situation. He quickly stood up and, taking advantage of the princess's limp body leaning back in her chair, thrust his engorged member into her beautiful garden.

"Ugh!" The princess let out a high-pitched groan. The pressure from her trembling body made Wang Daming's lower body go numb, almost unable to stand. But to Wang Daming's surprise, the expected resistance did not exist. Amaranta, who was undoubtedly still a virgin, showed no discomfort after being penetrated, and he did not feel that he had passed through the obstacle he expected to exist. Neither Amaranta nor Phil tried to stop his sudden action. The princess was only focused on carefully experiencing the stimulation, which was completely different from before.

The warm, slippery cavity felt like countless tiny, electric tongues, fiercely squeezed and pressed by the dense flesh walls. Driven by frenzied desire, the man unleashed a brutal, unskilled rage, craving the most intense stimulation. Even though he had just ejaculated, this first true penetration of a woman's body quickly became unbearable. What he couldn't compare to was the stimulation this perfect body provided—stimuli beyond anything any ordinary person from his previous world could achieve through any means or imagination. After only a dozen or so thrusts, the tingling sensation in his tailbone was uncontrollable. Wang Daming frantically pulled the slender Amaranta into his arms, thrusting his lower body into the princess's body with all his might.

Sensing the meaning behind the man's actions, the angel behind him chuckled softly, "This won't satisfy the master." Looking at the man who was almost unable to stand, she revealed an evil smile, a pure white light flashing in her hand, which entered Wang Daming's body, solidifying the man's organ in its most ferocious state. The penis was already at its limit, pulsating and spraying white fluid, but the strange magic prevented it from softening. The man, who was barely able to push his lower body into the deepest part of the princess, continued to ejaculate in the midst of supreme pleasure. The ever-increasing intensity of the pleasure made Wang Daming, unable to bear it any longer, slump to the ground.

Still unsatisfied, the princess, feeling that her familiar beneath her could no longer move, sat up and instinctively straddled the man, adopting a woman-on-top position to allow his erection to rub against her sensitive areas. This gave Wang Daming even more intense stimulation. However, under Phil's magical control, even at this point—a state unimaginable for a normal man—his body had long since given way to surrender. Yet, under the magic's influence, the penis, showing no signs of softening, continued to receive all the pleasure perfectly, causing Wang Daming to scream wildly. With each thrust, a thick, white fluid was squeezed from the princess's body. It was the semen that the constantly ejaculating penis had filled Amaranta's uterus. Behold the chaotic scene before him, the stunning princess, her face flushed crimson, lifted the tattered hem of her stained skirt, revealing her flowing, aquamarine hair. Immersed in desire, the princess radiated a dazzling, alluring beauty, causing Phil to unconsciously flap his wings and leap forward, capturing her cherry-like lips with his own. He probed her fiery mouth with his small, agile tongue, silencing Amaranta's high-pitched moans with a passionate kiss. As a fervent foot fetishist, the angel's bare feet, so close to him, shone with a crystalline brilliance, as beautiful as her entire body. But the accumulated pleasure was too intense; even though he instinctively wanted to taste them, he was utterly unable to move a single part of his body, not even his brain cells.

Fortunately, just before he lost consciousness, Amaranta, whose body was also experiencing this for the first time and was naturally sensitive, stiffened. The passage that had already given him immense stimulation tightened and writhed again, and scalding nectar poured onto his most sensitive glans. The princess's fluids still carried the intense stimulation of molten iron. It wasn't just wishful thinking; even without any other stimulation, this fluid alone was enough to bring him to orgasm. In the man's mind, it felt as if his entire soul had gathered in his lower body, being violently ejaculated.

[The End]

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