[The toxins in your body have spread throughout.]
[You don't know exactly what kind of poison it is, but it causes total paralysis and stops your thoughts.]
[At the final moment, you chose to 'hypnotize' yourself.]
[The skill took effect. Your body underwent a special change because of the skill, and the toxin diffusion stopped after reaching a certain stage.]
[Your consciousness is submerged, but you can clearly feel everything through your lower member.]
[You went from vaguely feeling the Sister touching you to being able to feel her body temperature.]
[As long as she touches your member, your consciousness grows stronger.]
[Your sexual desire conflicts with the cannibalistic urges caused by the toxin. Whenever your consciousness is about to dissolve, there is always a warm cavity wrapping around your sensitive part.]
[The frenzied thoughts began to be consumed by your lust. You tried to stand up countless times.]
[Until now.]
[You heard the Sister say that if you stand up she'll give you a creampie; a part of you finally stood up ferociously.]
[Fiona, who intended to execute you, was stunned. Her mind was in chaos, and she left temporarily to try and calm down. Meanwhile, the Sister, as if handling a treasure, tightly rubbed your increasingly upright member. The neurotoxins in your body were purified under the effect of your hypnosis; they have now become harmless impurities gathered in your lower head.]
[In your unconscious state, you craved for the Sister to have sex with you, and she responded to your request.]
[You can no longer endure it.]
[You are about to release!]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: Creampie her! Let the Sister know what it means to be 100% pregnant after just one time!]
[Option 2: She'll get pregnant; I'm a responsible man. I must rely on willpower to pull out!]
Silas had indeed recovered.
What kind of caregiver would daily suck on the mouth and engage in dry humping with a patient who was supposedly a "vegetable"? And talking about giving him a creampie.
Even though he couldn't stand up, she acted like they were really doing it, happily coating herself in saliva and love juice.
The Sister is actually a nympho, isn't she?
Putting all that aside, why is the first thing I do upon waking up choosing between a creampie or pulling out? Has this trash game gone pornographic?
[You chose Option 1]
After confirming.
"It's getting harder..."
"If I do it enough, you'll wake up, right?"
"Hehe, it's always you licking my chest. I saw in the notes that I can lick yours too; will it feel good?"
Silas was done for.
He just squinted his eyes open a tiny bit and could see the Sister seductively riding his crotch, the flesh of her thighs rubbing together as she held them closed.
And those snowy white mounds swaying and deforming with her movements because they were too large. Those sexual switches that usually needed long stimulation were now so engorged that their pink color had turned into a flushed crimson. This image of the flush spreading into the areolas was something Silas couldn't shake even with his eyes closed. Once she leaned down to lick his body, the white mounds pressed against him with immense elasticity and the friction of her nipples.
"Hah... already... coming?"
Unfortunately, right after choosing, the first thing Silas felt was the acid-like limit of being engorged.
He couldn't hold it; there was no possibility at all.
What the hell did this trash game make him choose?
Wasn't he still inside?!
"Once surely isn't enough, right?"
"Let me... restore your spirit..."
The Sister didn't even hesitate; her hips lifted, ready to use her mouth to make Silas stand up again.
"Wait!"
Silas quickly opened his eyes and grabbed her snowy, rounded buttocks.
The Sister froze, staring into Silas's wide-open eyes.
"You... you're better?"
The Sister was still a bit dazed. Her finger brushed over the filth that had splashed near her navel because Silas's volume was too great, then she put it in her mouth. "Tastes bad..."
It wasn't a hallucination.
"I'm better in every sense."
Silas closed his eyes.
Who taught her to use a man's cum to confirm if she was dreaming? It certainly wasn't him.
"Hard again."
Silas really wanted to deny it. But closing his eyes was useless; those massive white mounds and the white stains on her belly remained in his vision even when he closed them. Damn image persistence effect.
"So..."
"It's not my hallucination, right?!"
She seemed to suddenly come to her senses, suddenly riding where Silas had slumped, staring at him intently.
"...Sister, why don't you get up first?"
It was truly hard for Silas to look at her right now. He had almost gotten used to treating her like a sex toy, but this gaze of hers, so full of emotion, was hard to handle.
"No."
The Sister pressed on Silas's shoulders and leaned in a bit closer.
"I must ask again: when do you plan to end your trade with me?"
"Didn't I say after we get out—"
No.
Why was she starting to tremble? She looked like she was about to cry.
Right.
He understood now. For him, she...
That time, what she actually wanted to hear was that the trade would continue forever?
She had really invested her feelings. Hadn't she said before, "I'll borrow it, I'll work hard"?
Before Silas could speak again, she spoke first. "I'll learn how to become a sex toy who can do anything. A sex toy you can use whenever and wherever you like."
"The trade period is until you get bored of playing with me."
"Do... do you want it?"
Was that it?
Silas understood now. That time was likely her halfway confession, but what he thought was a "good deed" at the end of the game was actually the opposite for her.
"Ugh, I beg you... I've said this much, if I'm rejected... I don't know what to do... I don't..."
Tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks, mixing onto Silas's neck.
"I didn't say I rejected it."
"...You want it?"
She asked almost tearfully.
"Shouldn't the Sister get up? Unlock my shackles first."
Silas really wanted to remind her that her snot was about to fall on his face.
And being shackled while a woman rode him felt weird. The Sister's breasts had many finger marks left from being kneaded; who actually uses someone else's hand to knead their own breasts like that?
It felt like some kind of S&M play.
But she didn't listen at all, just suddenly hugged Silas tightly, whispering in his ear, "Mr. Silas... it's already this hard."
"?"
Why was she starting to dry hump him again?
"Let you... put it in, okay?"
Slap.
Silas was erect to the limit, hitting against the crease of her elastic buttocks.
How the fuck was he supposed to endure this?
"It... it must be real, not a dream. If it were a dream... it wouldn't be this hard."
Still confirming if it's a hallucination?
Silas couldn't take this kind of stimulation. He grabbed her perky, rounded buttocks.
Squish.
Creak.
Clearly, the Silas controlled by his lower head had completely forgotten the text said Fiona had arrived and hadn't left; she was nearby.
The door opened.
What entered Fiona's sight were two naked bodies that happened to be overlapping.
"Yo, Fiona. The weather is nice today."
As the saying goes, if you want to avoid embarrassment, make the other person embarrassed. So, Silas spoke first.
"S-Sorry!"
She held a water jug, froze for several seconds, then quickly put the jug down and ran out, her heart racing and her face red.
She even remembered to close the door behind her.
"Mr. Silas, I... I was seen by Miss Fiona. Looking like this."
The Sister had already shamefully buried her head beside Silas's cheek.
Even though she said that, she didn't stop grinding even for a second after being grabbed by her buttocks or after Fiona entered.
"Sister, you've changed. You're more lewd than I am."
"You couldn't have known Fiona would come back... hiss!"
Plop.
Before Silas could finish his sentence, the Sister's elastic buttocks lifted of their own accord and then fell heavily.
His member was instantly and completely encased by that warm, narrow space. It went all the way to the very end.
At the same time, those bouncing white mounds gave Silas a face-smothering. When Silas's vision cleared again, he only saw the Sister's face, flushed all the way to her ears. And her moist eyes.
"My... breasts are bigger than hers. I'm more suitable to be your sex toy."
Thus, with a hint of confidence, she softly proclaimed a victory that belonged solely to her.