Though Ayn was licking Aya's asshole, he actually didn't truly want to give her ass rimming; he just wanted to vent his fierce fondness for this pink tender chrysanthemum hole, so he licked quite roughly. Once the joy in his heart had vented enough, he stopped; he gripped his own 20cm big cock tight, the glans pressing straight against that closed pink tender asshole.
However, he didn't plan to thrust in right away, because facing something so cute, he wanted to play slowly, play it to the full—so he just rubbed the glans against the wrinkles. The hot scorching coronal ridge scraped over the sensitive edges, making Aya's asshole instinctively contract, seeping sticky lewd fluid that strung and moistened the glans in glistening trails.
Toying with the asshole still wasn't enough; Ayn turned to tease the little pussy next. It was right at this moment that the pink tentacle originally wrapped around the pussy mouth quickly withdrew to the side, yielding the spot. He gripped his big cock tight, the shaft rubbing up and down against her slick labia, the glans deliberately prodding that swollen clit, grinding the pink tender clit until Aya's waist trembled with pleasure, pussy juices squirting out with a squelch to splatter the glans crystal-clear and shining.
As for that pink tentacle that had withdrawn to the side... it didn't go to occupy the now-empty asshole, because Ayn's body instinct wouldn't allow it to interfere. Why? Because that would steal the fun. For example, while toying with a tight asshole on one side, eagerly wanting to fuck the slick little pussy, of course he could use the tentacle to help fill it up—but then that impatient desire would be satisfied too soon, and that agonizing craving itself was a kind of enjoyment, a kind of interesting torment. So, without Ayn noticing, his body instinct preserved that emptiness, letting him crave the pink tender asshole on one hand while craving the dripping little pussy on the other, his desire burning hotter and hotter, the glans leaking hot pre-cum, the shaft's veins bulging like they were about to explode.
Thus, the greedy Ayn next alternated: sometimes using his cock to toy with the little pussy, the glans parting the labia to shallowly stir the entrance and draw out hot slick juices; other times switching to the asshole, the shaft rubbing the wrinkles, the glans tentatively squeezing the tight ring muscle—he truly played with relish!
Ayn played with great enthusiasm, but Aya was terribly uncomfortable; this idiot had no idea his teasing made her body increasingly hungry for the big cock to thrust in, her little pussy and asshole empty like they were on fire, pussy juices streaming down her inner thighs, the pussy flesh twitching in begging for fullness. Though her body was nearly going mad, Aya didn't want to dampen his mood, so she could only strongly endure the inner impulse.
However, Aya wasn't without tricks; she controlled her little pussy to clench and release, her asshole to contract and relax, making the pink tender wrinkles even more enticing, lewd fluid gurgling out as if seducing Ayn to hurry and thrust in, using all her slutty wiles to stoke his impatience. Aya's seduction was super effective; Ayn stared at that contracting slutty hole, desire exploding in his heart, his cock swelling with bulging veins!
Then, he couldn't hold back and aimed at the little pussy, thrusting in fiercely all at once, spearing through the just-restored hymen to slam straight against the uterine wall, blood mixing with pussy juices to splash out, the hot tight pussy flesh layering to wring the shaft, pleasuring him until his spine tingled, his ass thrusting hard to pound wildly a few times, venting the fondness in his heart.
After fucking a few strokes, Ayn pulled out his cock again, the glans bringing out virgin blood and sticky pussy juices. Then, he thrust fiercely into her asshole, the full 20cm burying root-deep into the intestinal depths, the rough intestinal walls scraping over the bulging veined shaft, the hot stuffed sensation rushing straight to the sensitive core. After pounding the asshole wildly a few times, Ayn pulled out his cock again, switching back to the little pussy...
In this way, back and forth: when he wanted to fuck the little pussy, he'd slam the uterus, crashing out slapping flesh sounds and her muffled grunts; when he wanted to dry the asshole, he'd pull out and thrust fiercely into the intestines, the granular friction pleasuring until intestinal fluids splashed everywhere—whichever he wanted to play with, he'd fuck it; this arbitrary indulgence was simply too fucking enjoyable!
Ayn was pleasured until his spine tingled, but Aya was suffering terribly. She craved the cock to keep pounding her pussy relentlessly, or to focus solely on fiercely fucking her asshole, rather than playing with one for a moment and then pulling out to switch to the other—this kind of intermittent teasing only made her body grow increasingly ravenous with hunger. To the point that her hot tight pussy flesh and intestinal walls felt achingly empty like fire burning within, pussy juices gurgling down her inner thighs, the craving nearly stripping away her sanity!
She suddenly spat out the blue tentacle big cock from her mouth, no longer in the mood to continue blowing it, wailing in slutty pleas: "Stop teasing... hurry, fuck me nonstop... I'm so uncomfortable!"
Hearing this, Ayn grew even more excited, his cock swelling another notch, the glans veins bulging; he pounded Aya's asshole fiercely, the 20cm thick long meat rod burying root-deep into the intestinal depths, pleasuring her until her waist arched in ecstasy. But after fucking for a bit, Ayn craved the pussy again, so he pulled out the cock bringing sticky intestinal fluids, thrusting fiercely into the slick pussy entrance, slamming straight against the uterine wall, crashing out slapping flesh sounds and her muffled grunts that echoed with desperate need.
This drove Aya mad with anger; she cursed Ayn as a "pervert," then roared: "You have so many cocks—can't you give me one more? Fuck!"
Hearing this made Ayn even more thrilled, but he still wouldn't let the tentacles help fuck her asshole or pussy, deliberately leaving the emptiness to torment her—this directly made Aya cry in frustration, wailing slutty cries on one side while cursing him as "bastard," "pervert," "despicable little man"...
The more anxious Aya got, the more excited Ayn became, and the more excited he got, the less he wanted to fill her pussy and asshole at the same time, continuing his wicked habit of pounding whichever he felt like playing with. Sometimes he'd slam the uterus, the glans ruthlessly grinding her G-spot, crashing out hot slick juices to splatter the shaft wet and glistening; other times he'd pull out and thrust straight into the asshole, pleasuring Aya until she wailed "Hnnng oooooh..." in slutty cries, her pussy flesh twitching in raw begging for more.
Because of this extreme excitement and extreme pleasure, Ayn's climax was finally approaching, his cock base twitching faintly, the slit leaking copious lewd fluid, as if it could erupt at any moment. Sensing Ayn's impending climax, that blue tentacle—the one covered in granules and vibrating like a big cock—buzzed as it thrust fiercely into Aya's asshole, joining the big cock under Ayn's crotch to pound her wildly together.
The stuffed fullness of both hot tight holes being filled at once made Aya's soul quiver, her pussy and asshole instinctively clenching and sucking at the big cocks. Ayn was pleasured beyond measure by the two tight honey holes gripping him, his hips rocking back and forth as the big cock in his crotch pounded her pussy even more ferociously, while the tentacle big cock ruthlessly fucked her asshole in sync with Ayn's excitement. With both holes simultaneously stuffed by the thick long meat rod and the granular vibrating monster, that hot tight strangling fullness rushed straight to the depths of her soul, directly pleasuring Aya until her eyes rolled back and she screamed, squirting and ascending to heaven a step ahead of Ayn's climax!
This wasn't because she climaxed easily, but because the hunger in her heart was finally satisfied by the ruthless pounding! This immense psychological pleasure and waves of bodily hot surges crashed over her like a raging tide, making her eyes roll up, her body flushed red, pussy juices gushing from both honey holes at once, her tits quivering and shaking to spray arcs of milk, the sweet sticky milky scent mixing with the musky aroma to assault the nose, splattering the bedsheets into a sticky puddle. Then, Aya collapsed limply onto the bed in breakdown, and at that moment, her mind buzzed with nothing but (Fuck... I'm gonna die!)
It was right then, as the about-to-cum Ayn's desire burned even fiercer, that he suddenly pulled her up from the bed, pressing her back tight against his sweat-damp chest, their heartbeats resonating as hot breath drilled into her pores, her body scent assaulting his nose. He yanked out the two tentacles sucking at her milk with one grab, the tentacle mouthparts "popping" free from her nipples, residual milk stringing and dripping down. His big hand immediately seized her full tits and kneaded them hard, the stiff nipples ruthlessly pinched and ground by his fingertips, milk spurting out like fountains to scatter across the bedsheets, the sweet milky fragrance instantly filling the air.
At the same time, his two big cocks didn't pause for a moment, continuing to pound her pussy and asshole relentlessly, the pulsing shafts slamming against the uterine and intestinal depths, the hot scorching glans grinding sensitive wall flesh, pleasuring Aya until her waist arched like a crescent moon in quivering ecstasy—even in the midst of climax, her throat let out hums and grunts of slutty moans.
Finally, Ayn's climax exploded, scorching thick white semen carrying the Transcendent essence of MP, mental power, and soul power shooting straight into the depths of Aya's uterus in ropes, the glans pressed against the inner wall to spray wild hot streams, pleasuring him until his spine exploded with tingling numbness like fire burning, his soul convulsing in electric shocks, the cock base pulsing to gush endlessly, each spurt making her pussy flesh layer and wring tight, hot waves rushing straight to his forehead and making him growl out: "So fucking good!"
Wave after wave of ejaculating hot surges washed over Aya's body, soul, and consciousness—heaven knows how many ropes Ayn spurted; she only felt her uterus swelling larger and larger, the hot scorching white semen overflowing from her pussy mouth to trickle down her inner thighs in sticky strings, shimmering with lascivious sheen! In fact, if not for Aya's body rapidly absorbing those energy fluids, this creampie would surely have burst her cute uterus—but luckily she was strong enough to turn danger into safety.
After that, Ayn ascended completely to heaven, falling into orgasm hell only to rocket back to paradise, his soul and body pleasured to the brink of immortality and death, unable to tell if his cock was still twitching or the world was shaking. His body slumped onto Aya's, the two big cocks still stuffed full in her pussy and asshole—though he'd cum, they remained quite long in semi-erect state, the glans pulsing faintly with residual heat, the hot scorching shafts pressing against sensitive wall flesh to make her insides itch faintly.
Though Ayn was immersed in the afterglow of climax at this moment, his body's instinct clutched Aya's tits dead tight, gulping down warm milk in big mouthfuls, swallowing the sweet sticky milk with gurgles, greedily drawing in the security and love she brought him. And deep in his heart, he deeply cherished this woman who submitted to him—because her slutty cries, her tightness, her submission made his cock, though softened, still crave her pussy and asshole.
When he woke up again, the four energy tentacles had quietly dissipated without a trace, and Ayn's big cock had softened somewhat. However, the big cock was still quite long, maintaining its 15cm thick length—it just wasn't as rock-hard as before.
At that moment, Aya was lowering her head to contain this semi-soft meat rod, greedily sucking at the crystalline lewd fluid seeping from the slit, her tongue tip delving into the narrow hole to stir and coil, the squelching wet sounds echoing in the quiet bedroom. And the semen and pussy juices on the bedsheets had long been collected by her with Transcendent energy during Ayn's climax, swallowed down without a single drop left—this woman truly loved Ayn's semen too much.
Seeing Ayn wake up, Aya immediately spat out the cock, tossing her little face aside and deliberately ignoring him, as if she'd suffered some tremendous grievance, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, her pink lips pouting into an enticing curve. Ayn's mind was still a bit foggy, unsure what game she was playing this time. But it didn't matter, because he knew how to coax her into a good mood.
So, Ayn quickly pulled her into his arms, rubbing his face against her cheek like a cat in heat: "Baby, don't be mad..."
This move from Ayn was super effective—Aya simply couldn't resist the coquettish act from this "Ayn" named kitten, unable to bear scolding him, so she melted softly into his embrace, her palm sliding down to caress that semi-erect big cock. The warm touch of the cock made Aya even more unwilling to blame Ayn, unable to hold back from gently stroking it, the glans leaking more pre-cum that stuck in sticky strings to wet her fingers.
Seeing this, Ayn's heart leaped with joy, and only then did he murmur lowly: "Sorry..." Though he didn't know why Aya was throwing a little tantrum, apologizing first was always right—the important thing was to cheer her up, and the reason didn't matter at all.
Aya seemed not to hear that "sorry" at all; she said in a pitiful, aggrieved tone: "You played with me so much just now... it made me so uncomfortable... Do you know, I was about to go crazy..." Her voice carried a nasal twang, her eyes watery as she glanced at him.
Ayn recalled the scene of toying with Aya's pussy and asshole at will just moments ago, immediately understanding why she was upset. But it was also that recollection that sent an electric jolt of throbbing through his heart, making the semi-erect big cock in Aya's hand twitch fiercely once.
This scared Aya badly—she absolutely didn't want a repeat of that earlier torment—and with tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling: "You're thinking of bullying me again..."
Seeing this, Ayn's heart ached so much his chest tightened, so he quickly reined in his desire, hugging her tight as he coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry—I won't dare do it again..."
Ayn had thought these words would calm her mood, but instead Aya tossed her little face aside, cheeks puffing up and little mouth pouting, huffing angrily: "Not playing isn't okay either!"
Ayn was dumbfounded, laughing helplessly: "Playing isn't right, not playing isn't right—you might as well kill me and let me be free."
Aya smiled mischievously, her eyes curving into crescents: "That's even less okay! If you die, who'll fuck my slutty pussy? I don't want any other man touching me!"
Hearing this, Ayn's heart warmed intensely; at this point, he didn't want to say anything more, just shifting his position to lie in Aya's arms, taking a nipple into his mouth for big gulps of warm milk, gulping down the sweet sticky milk with swallows. And Aya held him, her palm lightly stroking his hair, a flood of maternal love surging in her heart, all the blame instantly vanishing like smoke as she said softly: "Play if you want... Though it was uncomfortable, when I climaxed, it really made me so happy..."
Hearing this, Ayn simply hummed "Mm" while sucking at the milk, continuing to swallow big mouthfuls, the sweet hot flow sliding down his throat to warm his soul all over.
The two cuddled like this for a while, then Ayn released the nipple and asked Aya: "Darling, what time is it now?"
Aya glanced at her phone and replied: "11:30, we should head out; we need to get to Osaka as soon as possible..."
Though Ayn wanted to keep fucking Aya, he also knew he had to deliver the system to Ari quickly, so he suppressed the desire in his heart and said: "Yeah, it's time to go..."
However, before leaving, they still did one thing: take a bath. Actually, back in Chapter 8, they'd wanted to shower, but there hadn't been a suitable place, so they'd had to hold off. And now, this house had a bathroom, so they could finally wash their bodies. So, Ayn carried Aya into the bathroom, hot water sprinkling down to splash beads and mist that enveloped their sweat-damp bodies.
It had started as just a simple rinse, but as they washed, Ayn's cock got hard again. Why? Of course because this slut Aya couldn't keep her hands to herself, always stroking Ayn's cock up and down, sometimes even fondling his ballsack and testicles—in a situation like that, the cock not getting hard would be the real surprise!
Once the cock was played hard, Ayn wouldn't stand for it—he had to make her kneel and blow him. Aya knelt on the bathroom floor with a playful smile, water beads trickling down her quivering tits. She parted her lips to deep-throat the glans, swallowing and bobbing, her tongue coiling around the veined shaft, gulping down the lewd fluid with wet smacks. This pleasured Ayn until he gripped the back of her head and thrust fiercely, his cock raping her little mouth, bulging her throat tube with each slam.
After ten minutes of blowjob, Ayn couldn't hold back anymore; he yanked out the cock in a frenzy, pressed tight on Aya's waist, and thrust from behind into her tight asshole, the thick long shaft burying root-deep, the glans slamming hard against the deep hot tight walls, pleasuring her until she screamed in slutty cries: "Fuck deeper! Fuck my slutty asshole rotten!"
Amid Aya's lewd screams, Ayn pounded like a beast, his ass crashing forward and back, each thrust to the limit, stuffing her intestines full. Pleasure shot straight up Ayn's spine, making him pinch Aya's tits and accelerate the thrusts. This fucked Aya until her legs went weak, her tits swaying to spray milk that splattered the tiles.
Ten-odd minutes later, Ayn reached a "minor climax," white thick hot semen spurting deep into her asshole, the viscous cum surging into her intestines all the way to her stomach, swelling her belly with churning heat waves. Of course, before Ayn climaxed, Aya had already been fucked to squirting, her pussy wildly gushing hot slick juices that splashed the tiles, pleasuring her until her eyes rolled back and she screamed.
After their bathroom lovemaking, the two finally prepared to set off satisfied. However, they didn't wear their dirty clothes from before; instead, they took new clothes from the closet. These new clothes were exactly the same as their old ones, even perfectly matching their sizes. Don't ask why a stranger's house had clothes of the exact same size and style—because the answer is the system, so everything fit just right.
Dressed in their new clothes, the two left the house, mounting the motorcycle and riding away from the neighborhood, the engine roaring as the wind scattered their lingering body scents. And right after they left, the house dissolved into light particles and vanished in a blink, leaving behind an empty grassy lot as if it had never existed.