"Interesting. Is this your secret weapon?"
As Alistair entered, he felt the difference immediately. Alisa's interior was unlike anything he'd felt. It was lined with countless, subtle folds—pleats of velvet flesh that created a unique "rough-frictional" sensation despite being slick with her natural moisture. It was like sliding into a silk glove lined with tiny, vibrating ridges.
Alisa's reaction was immediate. She felt as though she were being submerged in a hot spring. Alistair's healing mana made her feel warm and safe, while the physical sensation of being "filled" by something so substantial made her brain go foggy with bliss.
Thanks to the Horse Talisman, the initial barrier didn't cause her pain—only a deep, satisfying stretch. She began to giggle foolishly, her abdomen pressing against his as they became perfectly flush.
"Mmmgh!" Alisa gasped as Alistair "bottomed out," hitting a sensitive spot deep inside. A bolt of pleasure-pain shot through her, causing her to instinctively clench her internal muscles. The "suction" was so powerful it made Alistair's entire body shudder.
"A literal masterpiece," Alistair gasped, his voice trembling. This "Enhanced Version" of a woman was intoxicating. His heightened sensitivity made it harder to endure, but with his infinite stamina, he could just "refill his cup" as many times as needed.
"Recognize quality, do you?" Alisa teased, licking his earlobe. "Is my 'secret garden' better than your other lovers?"
"In terms of raw 'user experience,' you're definitely in a higher tier," Alistair admitted.
"Then... do you want to try the back door?" she whispered.
Alistair blinked. The back door? You're quite the explorer, aren't you?
He was tempted. He'd seen plenty of "instructional videos" on the subject, but he had a rule: cleanliness first. He didn't want his "siege cannon" to become a "muck-stirrer."
"I prefer things hygienic," he declined.
"I clean my 'inner path' every day as part of my ritual," Alisa explained immediately. "It's spotless."
Alistair was stunned. Is this a normal habit? Is it the Western blood? Or... He looked at Seraphina. If Alisa did this, did the President? Seraphina stayed silent, staring at her phone, though her hand was shaking slightly.
Before he could process it, Alisa bucked her hips, slamming his "cannon" deep against the "door of the inner chamber."
"Ssss—!" They both hissed. Alistair's vision swam. The "squeeze" was so tight his first volley almost fired prematurely. He had his pride; he had to wait until the girl had her "fireworks show" first.
"A sneak attack?" Alistair growled.
"Again... do it again..." Alisa groaned, her insides pulsating and rippling like a sea of anemones.
"Not so fast. I have a few tricks of my own."
Alistair activated [Life Return]. He focused every ounce of control into his "cannon," making it grow even more rigid and engorged. He then forced it to vibrate at an incredibly high frequency while performing a slow, rhythmic rotation.
The effect was instantaneous.
Alisa's eyes rolled back. She "soared" instantly. Because they were pressed so tightly together, a massive geyser of her "nectar" erupted, spraying out from the sides of their union.
The spray was so violent it drenched everything nearby. Seraphina, who was sitting just a few feet away, was caught in the crossfire. Her hair, her face, her white stockings—all were suddenly speckled with Alisa's "liquid honey." Even her cup of tea received a few drops.
Alistair, having reached his limit, finally opened the floodgates. His "siege cannon" unleashed a white torrent, a wild, boiling flood that breached the "inner chamber" and filled it to the brim. The sheer volume of the "ammunition" seemed to short-circuit Alisa's brain.
Splash.
Alisa's strength failed her. She slipped from Alistair's grasp and slumped onto the thick carpet, her eyes glazed over.
But Alistair wasn't finished. As his body refilled via the Talisman, he remained upright and "ready for battle." Having pulled out during the final moments of his release, his "cannon" was still firing its remaining "shots" into the air.
By pure chance, he was facing Seraphina.
The President stared, mouth agape in shock at the spectacle. The white "shells" rained down on her, covering her face and hair. In her surprise, she had forgotten to close her mouth, and a bit of the "ammunition" landed on her tongue.
Strangely, she didn't spit it out. She swallowed.
It actually tastes... good, Seraphina thought, a dazed look in her eyes.
She picked up her tea cup, which now smelled of stonecrop flowers and gunpowder. She hesitated for a second, then drank the entire cup—"ammunition" and all. The complex, primal flavor exploded on her tongue, sending a rush to her head that felt like a cranial orgasm.
Alistair finally settled down, though he remained standing and proud. Seeing Alisa passed out on the floor, Sakura Miyajima moved in. She knelt before Alistair, gripped his still-throbbing "cannon" with both hands, and began to "clean" it with her mouth.