How to Lift the Curse (Conclusion)I shoved my hand inside her vagina. Already sufficiently loosened, her entrance swallowed my fingers without resistance.
Sticky fluids coated my skin. As evident from the outside, countless males had already flooded her interior with their semen.
Squelch.
When I scooped out a handful of semen, yellowish fluids spilled from her vagina. As my hand withdrew, cold air rushed into her womb, drawing a pitiful moan from her.
"Hng, hnggg..."
After several more scoops, her womb emptied completely. Wiping the semen from my hand onto her thigh, she trembled in anticipation.
My enlarged clitoris had been rock-hard since first seeing her. Pressing it against her vaginal entrance sent electric jolts through my tip.
Schlllrrch.
Her well-stretched vagina sucked in my massive clitoris effortlessly.
"Hnnnngggh!"
Pleasure so intense I thought my clitoris might melt.
SMACK!!
"Hyaht!"
I spanked her lust-drunk ass. The resilient bounce of her buttocks against my palm felt exquisite.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! CRACK!!
"Hyeehk! Hngk! Hik! Hyiht!"
Her pale buttocks now bore the red imprint of my hand.
Yes. This is the feeling.
Though shorter and thinner than my former male penis - unable to reach her cervix - the mere act of making this bitch writhe beneath me restored my lost masculinity.
Whether from enjoying the spanking or not, her vagina now gushed love juice like a broken dam.
Schlick, schlock, schlick, schlock.
Violating her well-used cunt felt divine. The white bitch-slut now frantically bucked her hips, desperate to take my massive clitoris deeper.
"You fucking bitch - feels that good?"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Hn... hng... hnggk... hngk!"
I pistoned brutally as I questioned her. She could only squeal like a sow in heat.
Midway through destroying this pig-slut's cunt, cold metal pressed against my nape. Instinct recognized a gun barrel.
"Turn around."
The voice sounded familiar. Recent memory.
Schlick, schlock, schlick, schlock.
Despite my cooling head, my feverish lower body refused to stop. Nothing mattered more than cumming inside this bitch right now.
Continuing my thrusts, I turned to see my assailant - a yellow-haired man with bandages wrapped around his head. The bastard punk who groped my augmented breasts at the shop.
"Knew it was you. The bitch who scarred my handsome face. Fucking another girl with a dildo?"
"Gnngh... fuck off."
This punk wasn't worth a fistfight. But I couldn't stop thrusting - the womb tattoo's amplified lust turned my lower body into a beast. I wouldn't stop piston-fucking until I came.
"Die."
His expression froze cold. The trigger pull happened in slow motion. He meant to shoot. I should stop him, but my mind screamed only to cum before dying. Until the irreversible moment came, I could only thrust deeper.
BANG!
SPLOOSH, SPLOOSH!!
White turbid liquid erupted with the gunshot.
Thud.
The impact of hitting the floor. Blurred vision. My neck burned like fire where shot. Blood fountained toward the ceiling.
I saw him looming over me. His foot raised - to stomp my face. I clenched my eyes shut.
Trading my life for orgasm... dying this stupidly.
My massive clitoris still dribbled residual cum. Lust persisting until death - a truly horrific curse.
I needed revenge against Kalia for doing this to me. Dying like this was unbearable. I'll haunt her as a ghost if necessary.
But... no impact came. The excruciating pain from the gunshot wound vanished.
Am I... standing?
I'd clearly fallen after being shot, yet now stood firmly.
Opening my eyes revealed a different location - the lodging where I'd left Aris. She sat smiling on the bed.
"What the hell is happening?"
Memories and sensations tangled like knotted tape. Checking the mirror showed no bloodstains. No bullet wound on my neck.
I was definitely shot.
Small arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Aris. She hugged me and whispered in my ear:
"Master's such a pervert. Don't go there again."
For the first time, this petite girl made me shudder. She seemed to know about this situation. No -
"Are you really Aris?"
Her aura felt completely different. Same body, but her innocence had vanished. Facing her felt like confronting some lifeless unknown entity.
Aris spoke with laughter in her voice:
"Why so awkward?"
I glared silently. This wasn't Aris.
"I mean no harm, Master. My role is simply to ensure pleasant dreams during your invitation."
"Invitation? Dreams?"
None of this made sense. A dream this vivid? But how else could I stand here after being shot?
"If this is a dream, wake me up."
"Your body is still in transit. Please enjoy the dream until arrival."
She suddenly sounded like a preprogrammed robot.
"What are you? Why do this to me?"
Aris replied in stiff, mechanical tones:
"I am Aris-MK3 of Honor of Brothers. Primary functions: reconnaissance, seduction, neutralization. Our mission is to recruit resilient individuals like yourself."
'Recruit' made me scowl. Unpleasant military memories surfaced from my past life. Joining another rigid organization was unthinkable.
The MK3 designation stood out.
MK3 - that's machine terminology.
"Are you a robot?"
"We are androids superior to humans."
"Prove you're not human."
Her face split open like a lid, revealing intricate mechanical circuits beneath. The sight of tiny components moving beneath her skin nearly made me vomit.
"Fine. I accept this is a dream."
Having felt something akin to love - even having sex - only to learn she's an android...
"Damn it."
Becoming female was injustice enough. The womb tattoo curse gave me this grotesque body. Now developing feelings for a machine? How much lower must I sink? What horrors await?
Ah.
Completing the quest should remove the womb tattoo.
"Got any spare hearts?"
An android should have replaceable parts.
"Do you require the heart we previously discussed?"
"Yes. Got spares? And is this your normal speech pattern?"
"This is my base personality setting. Previously, I used the original's settings to build rapport. The research facility will provide spare components upon arrival."
As expected. The "Obtain Aris' Heart" quest could apparently be cleared through unconventional means.
"You won't wake me before reaching the facility?"
"Correct."
Might as well sleep. Knowing this is a dream killed all motivation.
I threw Aris onto the bed. She lay sprawled expressionless.
Though a dream, my real body still suffered the womb tattoo's effects. Until arrival, I'd use this insolent android as my onahole.
Crrreeeak.
I forced my massive clitoris into her dried-out vagina. She no longer pretended pain - androids likely felt nothing.
When her gaping hole offered no resistance, Aris quietly spoke:
"Destination reached. Aris-MK3 mission concluded. Capture target will awaken from Instant Dream."
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