Chapter 751 - 115 - Medicinal Improvements And The Development Of The Cure For Eternal Slumber (6)
Now, both of them were completely soaked—drenched in layers of thick, glistening white semen that clung to their bodies like paint on a canvas.
They lay sprawled across the floor, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling with each shaky inhale. Their breasts bounced subtly with every pant, the softness of their flesh heaving under the weight of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
The sight of them—utterly ruined, sweat-slicked skin shimmering under the dim lights, their naked forms coated in used condoms—was maddening. It was arousing to the point of absurdity. More than it should’ve been.
Their expressions were slack with euphoria, eyes half-lidded and completely glazed over with that unmistakable look of debauchery. Their tongues lolled from their mouths lazily, as if they had lost the strength to reel them back in.
Used condoms were draped over their bodies like accessories of sin, stretched across their thighs, bellies, breasts—some even stuck to their skin, glistening with slick residue. The scene was soaked in eroticism, like a painting drawn straight out of the deepest fantasies.
"Ah... That felt good, Master~..." Trisha murmured, her voice slurred and dripping with satisfaction. Her tone was almost childlike in its dreaminess, as if the pleasure had melted her into a daze she didn’t want to escape.
"Glad you like it," I replied, my gaze lingering on her.
Slowly, she pushed herself upright. Her movements were languid, almost drunk on pleasure. Strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks and forehead, framing her dazed face perfectly. Her expression was a portrait of someone utterly ravished—flushed skin, swollen lips, and that distant, satisfied stare.
Something about seeing her this sweaty, this fucked-out, was almost unbearably hot.
"Ahh... I know we’re collecting this for research, but I want a taste... So sorry, Master," she said softly, as her fingers reached toward one of the condoms resting on her stomach. The latex was swollen, still sagging from how much I had poured inside it, despite already cumming multiple times.
She pinched the base carefully between two fingers, lifted it until it dangled in front of her face, then raised it even higher—until it hovered above her open mouth.