Chapter 139. Prototypes
About thirty minutes later, the door creaked open and Clara stepped out, cheeks flushed red like a tomato, her eyes carefully avoiding mine.
I grinned. "So... how was it?"
She slid into her chair, took down the ’At Lunch’ sign, and threw me a quick glance.
"You said it’s gonna expire in an hour?" she whispered.
"Yeah, it’s made from slimes. It’ll liquefy after that," I replied. "So... how was it?"
She cleared her throat and lowered her voice so much I had to lean in to hear her.
"Okay, so... at the first stroke, it was cold. Like, I actually gasped. But after a few seconds, it started warming up to my body heat. Like—goddess—it adjusted so fast it was almost creepy. In a good way, though. I’ve never had anything feel that alive inside me. So... I stopped."
I frowned. "You stopped? Because it felt alive?"
She exhaled. "Yeah. I got scared. You know how green slimes can corrode stuff, right? What if..."
I laughed. "Don’t worry about that. I removed the corrosion ability from the penises. But... did it make you cum, though?"
She leaned back a little, eyeing me. "Why would you ask that?"