It was the same routine each time — Yuan's legs trembling uncontrollably, her consciousness giving out before her body could manage the dosage of pleasure I delivered. After the fourth or fifth time watching her eyes roll back mid-gasp, I figured I should probably take a step back from ramming her like she'd personally wronged me.
Not that I knew *how* to reduce my cock size. [Perfect Fit] handled that automatically, adjusting to whatever configuration worked best for her insides.
'Convenient. Also slightly unsettling if I think about it too hard.'
I chose not to think about it too hard.
Still, I was hoping the attribute would reveal more about itself as it leveled up. Maybe at a certain threshold it would offer some manual controls. One could dream.
On days when Yuan — as she insisted I call her — wasn't moaning and trembling or passing out entirely, she taught me about the sword.
The teachings weren't what I expected.
