Ulrich’s voice was flat—but deep.
"Do you know this guy?"
David kept staring at the laptop screen. The blurred CCTV was just clear enough to show a man standing in the middle of a vortex. But that wasn’t what made his heart pound. It was the posture. The way he stood. Even the silhouette of his messy hair—like he hadn’t slept in three days—was too familiar.
David shook his head.
"No," he replied briefly.
But his jaw clenched.
Ulrich narrowed his eyes. "You sure? ’Cause your face just now looked like you saw a mindless monster."
"...Maybe I’m wrong. But—I want the footage. Can you send it to me?"
Ulrich raised an eyebrow. "What for?"
David looked him straight in the eye, his gaze sharp, but his voice soft.
"There’s a woman... looking for her son. I just want to help her confirm... whether this is him or not."
Ulrich went quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Meanwhile... in a hug far too literal—
"Validia, hey... can you let go for a sec?" Nathan’s voice trembled.
He’d been holding it in for too long.
But Validia simply exhaled against his back and rubbed her cheek against his—like wagyu beef getting seared with love. Her colossal tits didn’t stop pressing against his back, and her pink nipples were now hard, kissing his skin with conviction.
Her breath tickled his ear—slow, warm, like a sleeping beast exhaling dreams. Nathan could feel each curve of her body enveloping him like a weighted blanket made of want. Her massive breasts weren’t just pressing—they were claiming him. Slowly, rhythmically, as if trying to memorize the shape of his soul.
Nathan tried to stand, but all he could manage was an Asian Squat. Calves tense, knees shaky, and his shaft... getting even harder thanks to Livia still hugging him like a Christmas tree on month 13.
"Domina?" Nathan glanced over in desperation.
Domina nodded calmly. "I’ll help you..." The caramel mommy offered her help with grace—fully prepared for the ’extraction process.’
Livia’s caramel arms looped around his shaft like overzealous vines. Her cheek nuzzled against its tip with childlike glee, but her grip was anything but innocent. Each squeeze of her thighs around his leg felt like a massage of mischief—curious, affectionate, and dangerously close to holy sin.
Livia, still clinging, tilted her head with her caramel cheeks. "Help? with what?" Her caramel tits rubbed wildly against Nathan’s dickskin.
"Let go of the shaft first," Domina said casually, like she was requesting an ice cube—not the holy staff of mankind.
Livia nodded with reverence and released him, her caramel skin bidding farewell to the warm tip of the sacred dong with nostalgic tenderness.
Domina leaned toward the Emergency Pee Containment Unit. Her graceful hands and long nails touched the lid’s edge. Click.
The canister opened. A yellow light glowed—like the toilet of heaven itself.
Nathan shivered, looking down. His All Mighty PP was barely holding back.
Domina gently guided the shaft, aiming it at the glowing container.
"Oi... oi... slow down..."
Domina raised an eyebrow. "Relax. I’ll make sure the tip doesn’t get scratched," she smiled.
Her hand held Nathan’s shaft steady. Her gaze? Focused. Elegant. Professional.
As if... she were an office lady refueling a car. Except the fuel was Nathan’s pee.
"I’ll hold it here," she said softly. "So it doesn’t splash on Livia."
Livia smiled. "Aww... thanks, Domina~"
"No problem. Besides, this big shaft is so cute."
Nathan looked at both of them. "What the hell... cute?"
But he couldn’t hold it anymore.
A strong stream poured forth.
Domina adjusted slightly, pressing the shaft with her palm to keep the flow steady.
Domina’s fingers, smooth and slightly chilled, wrapped around the base like a priestess handling a sacred relic. Her nails brushed along the sensitive skin, not to tease—but to honor. Her breath was steady, her touch precise. There was reverence in the way she supported him, like he was a fountain of prophecy waiting to be unsealed.
"Wow..." Livia whispered. "Like a fountain."
Domina smiled. Her caramel tits rising and falling. Her cheeks flushed as she stared at the slowly-draining tip in her hand.
For a brief moment, all three women leaned closer. Their breathing synced—slow, hot, heavy. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t love. It was something in between—a shared absurdity, sacred and stupid, tangled in the same heartbeat. Nathan’s skin prickled. Every glance from them felt like a kiss in disguise.
Expressionless. But inside, his manly soul was weeping at the edge of monologue.
David sat in a small café with large windows facing the street. He had just finished a call with Emily—and now, he was waiting.
Soon, a woman entered, her face tired but full of hope.
"David?" her voice trembled.
David stood, then gestured for her to sit.
"I... brought the video," David said softly. "But please... don’t get your hopes too high."
Emily nodded quickly, her eyes already red.
David played the clip.
And Emily’s eyes widened.
Her heart sank. She covered her mouth with one hand.
"...Nathan?" she whispered. "That’s him..."
David bowed his head slowly.
In a dark room filled with the scent of wine and neurotropic signals, Lilith bit her lower lip.
Her hand was still below—clenching, opening, clenching again.
Her body trembled slightly. Her breath was uneven.
[Internal temperature rising]
[Activating crotch cooling system...]
"No," Lilith whispered.
The system fell silent.
"...Is something wrong?" Lilith asked softly.
[System is not experiencing any errors. It merely detected that while integrating new neural pathways into the Monster Girls—you inserted...]
Lilith turned toward the screen, her eyes glassy.
[Something that... was not part of the protocol.]
Lilith gave a faint, bitter smile.
"Oh? You caught that? Or maybe... you knew from the start?"
She chuckled softly—while gazing at the screen showing Nathan peeing with a face full of surrender.
"Will I be punished?" Lilith smirked.