"Did you dump all your evolution points into that thing?" Even Seraphina, who had seen much in her time, couldn't help but click her tongue at the sheer, improbable scale of Alistair's manhood.
"Jealous? It's all-natural," Alistair smirked. "Some of us are just born gifted. My evolution went into my muscles and my brain."
Alisa reached out, her finger tracing a line down Alistair's chest. The friction of her soft pad against his skin made him shiver. He tried to grab her hand.
"Want to catch me? Too slow!" Alisa giggled. Her hand dove down, her palm wrapping around his throbbing, white-hot "cannon."
Behind him, Sakura Miyajima joined in, her hands reaching around to cup and massage his "ammunition crates."
"You asked for this," Alistair growled. He lunged forward, his hands darting into Alisa's remaining lingerie to pinch the "little pearls" atop her breasts. He moved with the "Three S" principles: Sudden, Sharp, and Savage.
Alisa had been leaning down to admire her prize, but Alistair's counter-attack sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. The sensation of his fingers twisting her sensitive nipples sent a wave of weakness through her legs. She collapsed against his chest, her breath hitching.
Gotcha. Think you can handle me? Alistair gloated. But then, he felt something hard pressing against his arm. He pulled Alisa's wrist up to look.
It was another "pendant." Or rather, a ring tied to her wrist.
Suddenly, the cord holding it melted away. The ring itself became fluid, like butter in a hot pan, and sank directly into Alistair's skin.
A massive surge of negative "Mystery" flooded his arm, racing toward his heart. A normal man would have been turned into a mindless, violent beast by the sheer weight of the negative emotions, but Alistair's Ring of Purification and the Tiger Talisman's control stripped the malice away, leaving only raw power. His "Progress" bar jumped instantly to 30%, bypassing a major bottleneck without him even trying.
"What's wrong? Overwhelmed?" Alisa teased, her face pressed against his neck. She had felt his body shudder as the energy integrated. "Is it so big that it makes you extra sensitive?"
"Never ask a man if he can handle it," Alistair gripped her waist, feeling his muscles densify as his power grew. He squeezed the slight, soft flesh around her midsection. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
Alisa's skin was perfect—not stick-thin, but with just enough softness to make her feel like a real woman. She squeezed her thick, fleshy thighs together, trapping Alistair's "cannon" between them. Because of its length, the head still peeked out over the top of her legs.
"That's it?" Alistair laughed. Sister Anna had done better with fishnets and much more enthusiasm.
He looked over at Seraphina. While Alisa was a riot of curves and flesh, Seraphina was a different masterpiece: slender, symmetrical, and elegant. She was the "Model Type." If Alisa triggered a man's primal, beastly lust, Seraphina triggered a desire to desecrate and conquer something high-born and cold.
Alistair stared at Seraphina's legs—long, straight, and clad in white silk stockings. He found himself wanting to see her join in.
"Ow!" Alistair felt a sharp nip on his neck. He looked down into Alisa's annoyed eyes.
"Who's servicing your 'cannon' right now? Me! And you're staring at Seraphina's legs? Are my thighs not good enough for you?"
"If you gave me enough stimulation, why would I need to look elsewhere?" Alistair countered, tossing the blame back at her.
"Fine! You want stimulation? Sakura! Push him!" Alisa barked, calling for backup.
"Understood," Sakura chirped.
Seraphina, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on a chair, her arms folded under her breasts to make them look fuller. Perhaps influenced by Alistair's comment, she had kicked off her loafers. Her feet, encased in tight white silk that showed the shape of every dainty toe, were now exposed. She sipped her tea, trying to look bored, but her panties were already becoming damp beneath her crossed legs.
"It's not too late to beg for mercy," Alisa whispered, positioning herself. "Once I start for real, don't break in the first second."
"The only one breaking in a second will be you," Alistair replied. With his [Pheromones] and [Life Return], he was about to give her a "multiple-attack" special.
"We'll see. And keep that 'healing magic' coming... I've never let anyone in there before."
"First time?" Alistair raised an eyebrow. He'd suspected she and Seraphina were "exclusive," but hearing it was a pleasant surprise.
"Yes. So keep the healing steady." Alisa pulled him close, and with Sakura guiding him from behind, Alistair's "siege cannon" slowly began to breach her hidden valley.