In the changing room, spring was in the air, and moans spilled over the walls. The Team Rocket members next door felt their hearts burn. Those with weaker resistance couldn't help but hug each other, kissing and touching.
As they touched, they began making sounds even more lewd than the couple next door. Pleasure made them tremble, and finally, with a violent spasm, delicious nectar gushed from their flower cores as if a spring had been struck, soaking a large patch of the floor.
The others watched with red faces and disbelief.
Look at what you idiots are doing! I sent you to monitor the target, not to party with him!
Even if the noise is hot and irresistible, you're adults! Do you have no self-control? Finishing yourselves off in front of your sisters?
How will others view Team Rocket? They'll think we're a low-class organization that gets off on listening to people have sex!
Especially the operation leader, Executive Sham (from the Masked Man arc / Pokémon Heroes movie). Seeing her most trusted quadruplet subordinates turn into such lewd creatures, her expression fluctuated.
She wanted to scold them for their lack of discipline, but she was afraid the noise would alert the target. Plus... even with her composure, she found herself clamping her legs tight, grinding her inner thighs. Her hand had unconsciously snuck to her crotch, rubbing her little sister through her pencil skirt. Although she hadn't finished herself off like the quadruplets, she was already dripping wet. She had no right to scold anyone.
Whatever... Team Rocket was living like rats in a sewer in China. No one dared to show their heads. The members were under immense stress. Today, as an Executive, she would lead her subordinates in releasing some steam.
So Sham turned a blind eye, letting the chaotic sticky play continue.
They had no idea that their overwhelming lust wasn't just because of the sounds next door. Someone was secretly using Aura to stimulate their hormone production, making them lonelier the more they listened.
Seeing no one stop them, the quadruplets grew bolder under the hormonal assault. They entangled with each other, skin rubbing against skin hot and fast. Clothes were tossed aside one by one, turning the scene into a lewd tangle of four naked bodies.
The four sisters paired off, spreading their legs and grinding their "gates" against each other, hugging and rolling. Forgetting their Executive and their mission, they engaged in a passionate free-for-all!
Even Sham was infected by the atmosphere. Watching four naked bodies twist together like pretzels... even a middle-aged woman like her had never seen such a thirsty, chaotic live broadcast. Her heart trembled.
Watching their pleasure, the desire suppressed deep in Sham's heart burned hotter. Her breathing grew heavy, and her tightly clamped legs rubbed against each other with visible amplitude.
The result was predictable: the more she rubbed, the emptier she felt. Finally, unable to resist, her hand slipped under her skirt, secretly starting to touch herself behind the sisters' backs.
This touch annihilated her remaining reason. Intense pleasure drowned her consciousness. Her eyes glazed over in enjoyment, her legs spread wider, her fingers moved faster. Her other hand slipped into her blouse, grasping a soft breast that hadn't been touched by anyone else, kneading and pinching. She let herself go completely.
Once started, Sham fell into an abyss of desire that no amount of touching could fill.
Thirsty and desperate, her body involuntarily hugged the nearest body, greedily seeking pleasure from her subordinate.
But a woman-on-woman encounter was a "talk without chicken." No matter how much they rubbed, true satisfaction and release remained elusive. It only made them thirstier, more uncomfortable, craving a real, hard object to fill their emptiness.
Yes, yes, that's the feeling! That feeling of being squeezed open, filled completely, hit in the deepest soft spot... that's what I dream of!
Ah~! Move! Faster!
I don't know which sister found such a realistic prop, but it suits my taste perfectly. I'll reward her later! Promote her, give her a raise, let her play with me privately! Just let me get my fix now!
Faster! Deeper! I'm going to die of pleasure! (¯﹃¯)
With hearts in her eyes, Sham hugged the "sister" deliriously, thrusting and kissing wildly, her mind in a haze.
She didn't realize that the flat-chested "sister" in front of her wasn't a sister at all, but a capable boy with a real gun!
She kept pounding away unknowingly. Or rather, none of them noticed that a male had joined their group of five. They only knew that the masculine scent stimulated their hormones, making them play even more frantically.
After an unknown amount of time, Sham's body was filled with sticky "cream puffs." The emptiness of years without a man was gradually satisfied, and her desperate thirst cooled down.
Only then did she realize something was wrong. The thing inside her was too comfortable. It felt born for her gate. That texture and temperature weren't from a prop; it was real flesh!
Sham snapped out of her pleasure, panicking as she pulled away, a string of fluid connecting them. She finally saw who had made her feel so good.
This handsome young face... wasn't this the mission target Ariana specifically told her to watch closely, and maybe even eliminate???
Holy shit! Why is the target in my bed, and why have I been enjoying him passionately for... who knows how long?!
Mainly because the boy's thrusting was too good, she had completely forgotten time. Looking around, this wasn't the changing room anymore. While they were high on pleasure, the boy had teleported them to an unknown location.
This was probably his territory. They had all fallen into a trap.
And it was a Honey Trap (Beauty Trap)... using a man! How embarrassing!