Arknights Fans (Preface~01)

" Gurgle

... gurgle."

A sound like bubbles rising echoed in the darkness. The man tried to open his eyes, but the heavy, almost tangible
air filled his chest with each breath, making his body feel incredibly heavy.

"Looks like I haven't fully adapted to this body yet,"

the man sighed involuntarily in the boundless darkness, but another question immediately arose.

"Adapt? Why should I adapt? This isn't my body?! No. It's not. It's that guy's.
That damn man's, what was his name again? I can't remember... Ah. Damn it. Let me think.
Let me think. First of all... who am I?"

His rusty, stiff brain began to reboot and start working under the man's control, memories
surfacing from the depths of his memory like tattered old photographs...

Half a month ago, the Reunion Headquarters...

"Cough cough cough."

A man lay on the bed, a sharp pain churning in his chest with each cough. He looked at the Originium crystal he coughed up
and smiled bitterly. He: Peter. He was the former leader of the Reunion Movement, a wanted criminal, and also a top-tier,
little-known mental mage. But all of this was so fragile and powerless in the face of Oripathy.
After the pain subsided somewhat, he lay down weakly, gazing at the Reunion Movement flag draped over him. He felt a mixture of relief and resentment,
yet utterly helpless.

Just as he was feeling melancholy, the door opened. A dragon girl walked in. She wore a white noble
shirt , a black bow tie, and a black leather dress. A black belt and a long, thin black sword
were cinched at her waist. A neat white jumpsuit was worn over a black, shiny leather pleated skirt, the stockings fading to black from her calves and disappearing into open
black leather high heels. Complementing this sophisticated Gothic Lolita-style attire was her face: fair
skin, delicate features, and a confident aura emanating from her red eyes, highlighting her cold arrogance and composure.
Horns protruding from her meticulously styled, snow-silver wavy short hair revealed her race: dragon. She was none other than Talulah, the new leader of the Reunion
Movement .

"Ahem... Come here. What are you doing here, you dying man? Ahem. I think you must have a lot to
do right now. Ahem."

Looking at Talulah, he felt incredibly proud and at ease, which was why he could peacefully step down and await his
death . Talulah's strength and decisiveness were exactly what the Reunion Movement needed most. Even so, he was still surprised
. Under the influence of his mental magic, Talulah was completely obedient to him, and he had previously given
the order not to disturb her unless something major happened. Talulah's appearance made him somewhat...
curious .

"Someone's looking for..."

"You can handle it yourself. Cough cough. Let me... cough cough cough. Let this old dog just wait to
die in peace... cough cough... It's you? You dare... cough cough cough cough cough. You... cough cough cough."

He interrupted Talulah somewhat unhappily, but Talulah just silently walked away. Then a man wearing a
black leather jacket with a hooded overcoat, his face covered by a mask, and a white lab coat and black pants underneath, walked
in. Although he couldn't see his face, the incredibly familiar mental wavelength made him recognize the newcomer:
one of the founders of Rhodes Island: the Doctor. The
man . Seeing the Doctor, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and couldn't help but cough even more violently. Talulah immediately came over, helped him
up, and gently patted his back to try to relieve his pain.

"Somatic cell fusion rate with Originium: 20...1%, Blood Originium crystal density: 0.59 u/l
. It's a miracle you're still alive."

When he recovered and looked at the Doctor, the Doctor was holding my latest clinical report and speaking. He stared at the Doctor
and found his spirit incredibly resilient, clearly having made a major decision. He calmed himself down, had Talulah stand aside, sat up
straight, and looked at the Doctor slowly, saying,

"Ahem. What do you want from this old dog? Ahem."

Hearing his words, the Doctor put down the clinical report, sat there, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"I want to ask you for something."

"What? Ahem. Ahem."

"Your life."

The Doctor's words had barely left his lips when Talulah's sword was already pressed against his chest, and the room was instantly filled with Talulah's surging
killing intent. He quickly recovered from his brief shock, signaling Talulah to stop, then closed his eyes and focused all his attention on sensing
his spirit to discern the truth of his words.

"Go on."

"We've both been deceived. I'm not reconciled, but I'm powerless. I know you've been researching mind
transfer , and you believed I was the best candidate… I want you to become me. And then take control of Rhodes Island."

He sensed the Doctor's spirit and knew he wasn't lying. He pondered the Doctor's words. Indeed,
as a rare user of mental magic, he differed from the mental attacks of Amiya, the publicly known leader of Rhodes Island
. He was more adept at corruption and manipulation. Talulah, whom he had already manipulated and trained, was his masterpiece.
Even now, recalling the taste of Talulah's body still brought him, a former top-tier dominatrix and serial rapist, endless relish. Unfortunately, his illness
had taken its toll , and he was no longer capable.

"You know the risks of doing this."

"You're the one dying, you old dog."

"Cough cough. Good. Very good. Hahaha. Cough cough cough. But even if I succeed, I need time to adapt to your
body and integrate your memories. What to do…"

"I've already thought it through."

......

"Hiss."

The sharp pain in his body pulled him back from his memories, and he finally confirmed his current location. Clearly,
he had succeeded in the end. He had taken over the Doctor's body, and fragmented memories kept flashing through his
mind—those were the Doctor's memories. He quickly composed himself, adapting to and accepting these memories that weren't originally
his . This process was slow and painful, like being forced to memorize difficult
formulas in middle school. He allowed himself to fall back into the boundless darkness, adapting to the Doctor's body and memories,
quietly waiting to be awakened. He

didn't know how much time had passed when the sharp pain in his arm and a few anxious calls woke him.

As his vision slowly returned, a face came into view that felt familiar and dear, yet utterly alien.
A young girl's face. Brown rabbit ears and long hair framed her fair, round face, revealing her youthful innocence.
A collar around her neck served as a restraint. She wore a loose black hoodie with a sheer bow tie and a white sweater
, a blue and white striped plaid skirt around her waist, and slender legs encased in black stockings. Her bright, sapphire
-like eyes shone with joy and concern.

"Doctor. You're awake."

Hearing her sweet, soothing voice, he felt incredibly comfortable. Information about her flooded his mind;
she was Rhodes Island's public leader: Amiya. Just as he was about to naturally say her name,
a loud bang rang out, followed by the shaking of the entire room. Amiya immediately rushed out to check on the situation, while he
quickly composed himself and analyzed the current circumstances. He hadn't fully absorbed and mastered all of the Doctor's memories, so
to avoid giving himself away, he decided to feign amnesia.

Just as he made up his mind, Amiya ran back.

"Doctor."

"Who are you?"

...

As the Reunion Movement retreated, Rhodes Island's operators began their retreat towards Lungmen. Along the way, many operators
approached him and spoke to him. Although he could recall their names and other information, he continued to feign amnesia. At the same time ,
he felt his magical abilities beginning to recover, albeit slowly, but which filled him with immense
excitement . At this moment, his mind, previously closed due to Oripathy, was filled with
images of the women on Rhodes Island and among its allies who aroused his desire. He quickly lowered his head, covering his face with his hands to hide his excitement.

"Doctor. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Amiya immediately asked with concern. He quickly feigned pain, but as she
turned to fetch medicine, he moistened his dry lips like a hungry beast, thinking to himself

, "Doctor, I succeeded. Now I am you. And I can finally taste that feeling again."

1. Fishing

Back at Rhodes Island, Peter underwent a complete and systematic examination and treatment. Although Amiya's concern was
genuine , Peter could still sense an eerie aura through the mental wavelengths of everyone present. After the examination
, Peter returned to the former Doctor's room. He lay back in his chair, frantically searching through his mind for any usable memories
and data. He planned to begin his own plan to corrupt and control Rhodes Island, but while he had inherited his abilities
, they were nowhere near as powerful as they had been. Moreover, his mind control could only
be used directly on infected individuals; against non-infected individuals, it required a significant amount of time to corrupt and infiltrate them. Therefore, for the current Peter,
now the Doctor, he needed to carefully select his first target to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan. Furthermore,
from now on, he had to completely transform himself into the Doctor.

Just as Peter was pondering and hesitating, Amiya knocked and entered, offering to show him around the facilities
and the operators. This was exactly what Peter wanted. Under Amiya's guidance, Peter
quickly narrowed down his target. As Peter was deep in thought,
he unknowingly entered the treatment area and suddenly sensed a frantic, fragile mental aura, similar to the one Talulah had exuded when he first met her.
This immediately piqued Peter's interest. Under Peter's prompting and guidance, Peter and Amiya arrived
at the door of an operator's room.

"Is this an operator or a patient?"

"Both."

"Could you introduce them to me?"

"Sure. But..."

Peter asked curiously, noticing the chaotic spiritual energy emanating from the crack in the door.
After Amiya answered honestly, she hesitated for a moment before opening the door to my request. The room was completely empty
. The white walls made it seem like a white box. Inside the box were clean white tables, chairs
, and a bed, all welded to the floor. The only other color in the room besides white was a woman in a nun's habit kneeling before a
faceless statue. She was also
the source of the fragile, manic spiritual energy Peter sensed.

"Who? Who is it? Amiya and... Doctor?"

The woman trembled as if startled, cautiously turning her head. Her silver hair was wrapped in a nun's headscarf
. This timid girl had a doll-like face. After recognizing who it was,
the panic in her crimson eyes turned into relief and joy. As she spoke, she slowly stood up, turned, and walked towards me.
Behind her black nun's cap, there were two "tails" resembling shark fins. Instead of
the cross worn by most religious people, she wore a diamond-shaped pendant. Over her solemn and dignified nun's habit, she wore
a gray coarse cloth overcoat that was clearly a size too big, making her figure appear slender and petite, even somewhat childlike.
The leather straps hanging from her vest and sleeves reminded me of the restraints worn by mental patients. Her waist was
so slender that it gave the illusion of her hands clasped together. The hem of her nun's habit was slit up to her waist, and the skirt
was torn and looked somewhat tattered. With each step, her fair and alluring thighs were occasionally revealed. Black suspender crystal
stockings wrapped around her slender legs, as if they were bound, and over the stockinged legs, she wore black
high-top leather boots bound with leather straps. Her cold, aloof attire, delicate yet timid face, and the fragile yet manic aura she exuded
made her alluring, like a beautiful but deadly beast.

She approached Peter and Amiya, looking them over with delight, then cupped her face in her hands, a wild, almost manic
laugh .

"You...returned safely with the Doctor. That's wonderful! The Lord must have heard my prayers. Doctor...
long time no see . Welcome back!"

The girl laughed maniacally, then punched the statue, shattering it. With her bloodied hand,
she pulled . Humming a cheerful tune, she dragged the saw, swaying,
to Peter, looking at me with ecstatic anticipation, and exclaimed excitedly.

"Doctor, when are you taking me out? Don't worry. This time, Specter will obey. Specter won't turn enemies into pieces
anymore ; it will only make a few simple cuts. Yes, cuts. So,
when can you do it, Doctor?"

As she spoke, she leaned closer, rubbing against him excitedly. The pressure from his chest made...
Peter was certain that this seemingly delicate girl was quite something, but the madness emanating from her
was chilling, like a saw cutting through the air.

"Specter. Please don't do this. You're still under observation, so... ah."

Amiya was speaking when Specter smiled, leaned in, and grabbed her. Just as Amiya was surprised
, Specter sniffed her face carefully, then said in a dazed voice with her deep red eyes,

"The intoxicating smell of blood. Is it yours or the enemy's? Well, it doesn't matter. I want it, I want
to experience that feeling again. Hehe... hehe."

Seeing Specter's crazed expression, Amiya abruptly pushed her away. She said seriously,

"Specter. Please stop having such dangerous thoughts. Otherwise, I will extend your confinement."

Hearing Amiya's words, Specter was struck dumb. She lowered her head, slowly walked to a chair, and
sat down quietly with her back to us. Even her chaotic mental aura became docile, and from her slightly trembling shoulders
, one could see how much she had been shocked. Amiya grabbed my clothes and silently pulled me away.

That night, Peter went to the treatment area alone .
After easily controlling everyone in the monitoring room and tampering with the surveillance footage using his abilities, Peter took the anesthetic and went to Specter's door. When Peter opened the door, he found
Specter still sitting there motionless. The moment Peter closed the door, Specter unleashed a terrifying
aura.

"Ara. Ara. You've come. Not the Doctor. Hehe. Who are you? Hehe."

Specter slowly stood up, laughing and murmuring as she looked at Peter. Her
crimson pupils were now flashing with a bewitching, fiery light, and her face was twisted with a smile of ecstasy and murderous intent.
With each word, a surging madness and murderous intent overwhelmed Peter like a vast ocean, making him feel
like a weak little fish in the silent, deep sea. Specter, chuckling and dragging her large saw
, slowly walked towards Peter with a bloodthirsty smile. Peter's body trembled involuntarily, but the will to survive forced
him to calm down. What truly terrified him wasn't her overwhelming killing intent, but rather
the twisted mind emanating a constant stream of frenzied and fragile energy. The aura of death grew stronger with her approach
, and soon his body, enveloped in madness and killing intent, had given up any will to live.

"Where? Where? She knows the Doctor. And she immediately realized I wasn't the Doctor. That means they must be
very familiar. Familiarity means memories, familiarity means something that can be used. As long as there's a slight gap or pause, I
can destroy her mind. I can't die here, so, you old geezer, remember something
!"

At this moment, Peter's mind raced under the shadow of death, constantly searching and rummaging through the Doctor's memories
. But just as Peter was contemplating how to save himself, Specter arrived in front of him. She pressed herself against his body,
staring at him with her blood-red eyes. At the same time, she touched Peter's face, and a chilling aura of death spread from her cold hand
. The doctor's frail body completely lost the ability to resist, turning Peter into a lamb to the slaughter.

"Oh dear. How pitiful. For the sake of the Doctor, I'll make your suffering less. My prey."

"Prey! Prey? Prey... Yes. You are prey... You're just a despised old dog...
Your only value is to be a fleeing prey... Run, prey... Please my prey... Die.
Be devoured. Prey."

Specter's words stirred up Peter's most unwanted memories and past. In an instant,
countless indistinct faces seemed to appear around him, surrounding him. These indistinct faces, some disdainful, some mocking, some
foolish spoke the most vicious and humiliating words in the world, ultimately converging and overlapping on Specter's maniacally laughing
face. These echoing words filled Peter with immense rage. He roared and reached out to grab Specter's
neck.

"Shut up. I'm not prey. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

Peter roared madly, gathering all his strength to tear her maniacally laughing face apart. But
the doctor's frail body quickly exhausted Peter, causing him to loosen his grip, and Peter swiftly regained his senses. Looking up, Peter
saw Specter kneeling before him, trying to calm herself. Her surging, murderous aura had lessened considerably, and more importantly
, Specter's fragile, twisted mind showed obvious cracks and was no longer a threat. At this moment, Specter slowly stood
up, unleashing a torrent of mad and furious spiritual energy, carrying intense killing intent. Specter raised her scythe and charged straight
at him . But none of this posed a threat to Peter. Peter raised his hand and unleashed his mental power, directly striking her brain
. With a painful scream, Specter's fragile, twisted mind instantly shattered, and she
collapsed weakly to the ground.

Peter walked to Specter, knelt down, and placed one hand on her head to corrode and control her mind. As a precaution,
Peter also injected her with an anesthetic. Half an hour later, Peter finally succeeded in corroding and controlling Specter
's mind. To ensure the experiment's effectiveness, Peter stood up and allowed Specter to regain her senses. Upon regaining consciousness, she immediately grabbed a
nearby saw, ready to attack.

"Don't be so tense."

"I... what's wrong with my body? What... what did you do?"

"Nothing. I've taken control of your mind and body. Now let me savor that long-lost feeling."

"Cough. My body. No. Stop. My body is... Lord. Save... me."

Under Peter's control, Specter's movements stopped. She tried to control her
body , and questioned Peter. Peter sneered and controlled Specter's body to throw away the weapon. Seeing Specter's
panicked appearance, Peter continued to control her body with satisfaction, slowly unbuttoning her nun's habit.
Under the loose nun's habit, Specter's full body was exposed. Her round breasts, which were at least a D cup, hung gently in front of her chest
under . Her flat stomach and waist were slender and white, without an ounce of fat. Between her legs was a pair of
black lace-bound panties. The contrast between Specter's panicked and devout shyness and her sexy and provocative clothing
made Peter's blood boil instantly. Peter grabbed her shoulders impatiently and forced her to the ground. After
handcuffing her hands to a chair, an excited Peter sneered at her as she continued to murmur her prayers,
"

Lord, I can't hear your prayers."

After speaking, Peter grinned wickedly and placed his hands on Ghost Shark's full breasts, kneading them wantonly through her bra. Ghost
Shark felt her breasts constantly changing shape under Peter's caresses, and at the same time, a strange pleasure
originating spread, confusing and frightening her, who had always been celibate. Ghost Shark
twisted and struggled, trying to get rid of Peter's lewd hands, but the anesthetic made her weak and powerless.
At this moment, she was as shocked and helpless as an ordinary girl. Her twisting waist, her legs rubbing together, and her frightened, weak
eyes with a hint of tears only further stimulated Peter's lust. Peter knelt on Ghost Shark, enjoying
the pounding of her trembling, struggling legs, then hooked his fingers on her swaying bra and pulled hard. Immediately,
a pair of white, jelly-like breasts, with tempting rosy tips, sprang out, and Ghost Shark
turned her face away in humiliation and shame.

Seeing this, Peter, while toying with the two tempting cherries, leaned down and brought his face close to Specter's,
licking her trembling, blushing cheeks with his tongue, mockingly saying,

"I never imagined that a nun's robes would conceal such a wanton body."

"Haa. Haa. No. Don't. I..."

"You've become like this in just a short while. You're practically a lewd nun, aren't you? Hmm?"

"Ah. It hurts. I. I don't. Ugh."

Peter teased, and facing Specter's weak rebuttal, Peter grinned lewdly, pinching her soft, erect
nipple and quickly pulling it upwards. Taking advantage of Specter's gasp, he opened his mouth and forcefully kissed her trembling lips, his tongue
impatiently rushing into her warm mouth, secretly stimulating and intensifying the sensations in Specter's body. Specter felt
waves of tingling pleasure as the foreign object in her mouth constantly pounded and plundered her. In her panic, Ghost Shark
instinctively tried to expel the foreign object by sticking out her tongue. But as they came into contact, intertwined, and pressed together
, an unprecedented sensation immediately spread and intensified with the friction. The suffocating feeling from the
prolonged kiss gradually dulled and numbed Ghost Shark's mind. She unconsciously tilted her head back to meet
Peter's forceful kiss. Her slightly narrowed eyes seemed veiled by a mist, her blood-red pupils becoming cloudy and lifeless
, and glistening saliva dripped slowly from the corners of her mouth.

"Ha. Ha. Ah."

Peter quickly took her firm breast into his mouth after ending the kiss, gently nibbling at the alluring nipple while sucking
. Still immersed in the pleasure of the previous French kiss, Ghost Shark couldn't withstand this stimulation. She
trembled arched her body, and let out a beautiful, soft moan as if electrocuted. Peter felt the legs that had been pounding
his back quiet down and begin rubbing together. As a rapist and master of discipline, he
knew what this meant. He reached out and slowly slid his hand down Ghost Shark's abdomen to her alluring crotch. After
a token resistance, Ghost Shark parted her legs to welcome him. As Peter had expected, the gushing love juice had already
soaked her panties. What surprised him most was that the girl beneath him was a virgin. Peter used his fingers to pull aside
her wet panties and rubbed the gushing flesh.

"Haa. Haa."

With Peter's touch, Ghost Shark writhed and moaned wildly. Her beautiful legs
tightly gripped the hand that was ravaging her private parts, rubbing it as if trying to push it away or urging it to
penetrate deeper. Seeing that it was about time, Peter unzipped his pants. With a "smack," a huge penis,
nearly 30cm long, slammed between Ghost Shark's breasts. Seeing the menacing club, Ghost Shark instantly understood
what was about to happen. Her consciousness snapped back to reality, and shame, anger, and rage surged forth. The previous confusion and lust vanished
in an instant , replaced by a palpable killing intent in her crimson eyes. The once delicate girl now
resembled a bloodthirsty demon, coldly threatening and commanding,

"Let me go. Or else… Ahhhhh…"

Just as Peter, stunned by this sudden turn of events, was about to comply, the hand pressing on Ghost Shark's
genitals twitched, his fingers instantly prying open the tightly closed slits and probing into the moist opening. This single
movement instantly shattered Ghost Shark's surging momentum, and her entire body trembled violently. Then, Peter felt
a gush liquid shoot out from her moist opening; Ghost Shark had actually squirted.

Before Ghost Shark could recover, Peter pinched her flushed face with his hand, which was covered in her love juice and vaginal fluid,
and mocked .

"See that? You slutty bitch. You dare threaten me? Looks like I'll have to teach you who your
master is."

"No. No. Lord. Please. Grant me the strength. Let me kill him."

"Pray. Cry. Your master can't save you, you slut."

"No. No. No. This. This is a nightmare. No. This is a test from the Lord. I'm not afraid. I
will. Ahhh. It hurts."

Peter said, kneeling in front of Ghost Shark, grabbing her trembling, powerless legs and pressing his huge penis against
her alluring pink vulva. Faced with the merciless mockery, Ghost Shark's mind was already showing signs of confusion and collapse.
Her bloodshot eyes flickered with bewilderment and fear, and her murmured
prayers, . But no matter how she prayed or tried to escape, the excruciating pain of her hymen being torn open by the forceful force pulled her
back to reality, causing her to cry out in pain.

"This feeling is always so wonderful."

Peter roared with excited pleasure as his penis penetrated her. Waves of pleasure washed over him as his
penis , enveloped him. Peter eagerly embraced Ghost Shark's open legs,
and with heavy breathing, his penis thrust in and out, completely opening and filling her vagina, slamming into her tender flower core and
creating a large bulge on her smooth abdomen. Peter released the
pent-up . He tirelessly manipulated the girl beneath him, the sounds of their bodies colliding and the panting of a beast in heat
filling the room. Faced with such frenzied torment, Ghost Shark, unable to escape, writhed and struggled
futilely uttering sounds that were neither a prayer nor a soft moan.

"Ah. Get out. Get out quickly. Ah. My body. My body is filled. Ah. This feeling. Ah. This
feeling is too. Intense. Ah. Ah. What is it? Need. Need. Lord. Save me. I don't want this. Ah. Ah.
No. I can't. It's coming. I can't bear this feeling. Lord. Forgive me. Ahhhhhh."

In a state of panic and confusion, Ghost Shark reached her climax. Peter, taking advantage of the opening of her flower core, used
all strength to press down, and his huge penis instantly pierced through her flower core and slammed into her uterus. Peter gave Ghost
Shark no time to adapt. His huge penis kept hitting the uterine wall and wantonly ravaging her uterus. Before Ghost Shark could
recover from her climax, the most mysterious and sensitive place in her body was suddenly invaded and ravaged. She only felt the penis inside her frantically
thrusting and churning, and endless pleasure gushed out. Reason and restraint were being torn apart by the penis, and
she was driven into madness and let out a cry mixed with pleasure and despair.

"Ah. Ah. Why. I should be in pain. Ah. Ah. Why. So. So comfortable. Ah
. I don't understand. I don't understand. Lord, please tell me. Ah. What should I do? Ah. Lord, save me.
I'm almost. Almost. Eek. Ah. Ah."

Hearing Ghost Shark's cries, Peter, while manipulating her, leaned down and brought his
face using his abilities to corrupt her mind while softly seducing her.

"Your Lord has abandoned you. Stop praying to him, stop suppressing yourself. I will give you pleasure many times, a hundred times greater
than this . I will make you forget your pain and guilt, leaving only joy."

"Ah. Ah. Is that so? I have been abandoned by my Lord. I have been abandoned. What should I do?"

"Surrender to me, offer your body and soul to me, serve me. You will no longer be abandoned, no longer forgotten
. I will bring you endless pleasure, I am your Lord."

"Ah. Ah. Yes. Ah. I offer myself to you. I offer my body and soul. Please grant me endless pleasure.
My Lord. Ah. Ah. Ah. I will serve you. Ah. Ah."

Under the corrupting power, the bewitched Ghost Shark's shattered mind was completely twisted and rewritten. Ghost
Shark's bewildered and panicked expression finally turned into a devout and submissive one, and he completely opened his body to Peter. His legs, clad in
black high-top leather boots, slowly rose and crossed behind Peter, twisting his waist to accommodate his movements so that
the penis inside him could penetrate deeper. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with lust, and the aura she exuded was not only frenzied
but also utterly wanton. Peter knew he had completely controlled Ghost Shark, and excitedly kneaded her
firm breasts while enjoying ravaging her fair body. Soon, Peter gradually felt his strength failing, so he thrust deeply a
few times, pressing his entire body onto Ghost Shark's fair skin, his penis penetrating to its deepest point,
deforming , and roaring as he ejaculated.

"Catch my gift."

"Yes. So hot. Ahhhhhh."

Ghost Shark obediently wrapped her legs tightly around Peter, and then felt an indescribable heat and pleasure
erupt from within her, engulfing her like a tsunami, and she didn't even have time to let out a scream of ultimate orgasm.
After ejaculating, Peter got up somewhat wearily, looking at Ghost Shark, who was rolling her eyes, her face full of lust, trembling and unconscious .
Peter felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Although this body is still a bit weak, it's not a big problem. Now that I have the pieces, I need
more time ."

After unlocking the Ghost Shark handcuffs, getting dressed, and placing it on the bed, Peter walked away, supporting his back. On the way, he began
to think about the next steps of the plan.

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