Chapter 8

The night of the double infiltration into the Osaka apartment, Zero stood before the full-length mirror. Eve-Δ's gel gushed from her body, crawling all over her body like warm honey. The changing process was slow and erotic: as the gel enveloped her lower body, her penis was gently but firmly folded inward, the glans reflecting as a swollen clitoris, bringing waves of tingling pleasure; her breasts swelled into J-cup breasts, the flesh heavy and sagging, the nipples hard and painful; black pantyhose spontaneously formed, the lace trim deeply digging into her thighs, the crotch completely exposing her plump, moist slit.

Ten seconds later, he was completely transformed into Ella—a mature woman with large breasts and black stockings, her cleavage deep beneath a beige turtleneck sweater, and her bodycon skirt outlining her alluring hips. [Host, you are now completely inside Ella.]

Your original consciousness has been transferred to this body; I will maintain your male mindset and desires.

The male clone "Raine" has set off independently for Europe.

Ella infiltrates a Tokyo company to investigate a Swiss laboratory using male physiology.

All the pleasure... will be synchronized between us. Ella (Zero) felt the heavy, huge breasts on her chest and the secret wetness between her legs, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

That evening, Ella went to the biotechnology company under "M" in Tokyo. After entering the top-floor office as the "new president's special assistant," the balding, fifty-something-year-old president's eyes were immediately fixed on her enormous breasts, which were barely visible beneath her white shirt.

“Miss Ella…the files are here.” The CEO’s voice was dry as he pushed the encrypted USB drive towards her. Ella leaned forward, deliberately letting three buttons of her shirt pop open, fully exposing her snow-white breasts and the edges of her deep pink areolas. She lightly traced her fingertips across the back of the CEO’s hand, her voice sweet and cloying:

“Mr. President, I’m not familiar with the system yet… Could you teach me personally?” The man got up, locked the door, and pulled down the blinds. Ella knelt down, her long, black-stockinged legs spread apart, her pencil skirt lifted to her waist. She unzipped the president’s pants, and his penis sprang out.

She first raised one of her black-stockinged feet, the arch of her foot perfectly fitting the shaft, the delicate friction of the stockings slowly stroking from the glans to the base. Her toes deftly teased the coronal sulcus, the sole of her foot gently grinding against the urethral opening, as the CEO growled and grabbed her ankle. The footjob continued for a long time, until the penis swelled and turned purple, before Ella switched to her large breasts.

She lifted her shirt and sweater, and her J-cup breasts sprang out, nipples swollen and oozing milky fluid. She cupped her enormous breasts with both hands, clamping his penis between them into the deep cleavage. The soft, hot flesh felt like two warm jelly balls, completely engulfing his shaft.

Ella squeezed hard, her cleavage tight like a fleshy hole. She swayed her body up and down, her breasts rubbing against each other repeatedly. As the glans emerged, she lowered her head and sucked on it. Milk lubricated the entire cleavage, the friction sound wet and erotic. The CEO was almost in a breakdown, his hands gripping her black-stockinged buttocks, his nails digging into the soft flesh beneath the stockings.

Ella mischievously stopped, stood up, and straddled his lap, her back to the CEO. She parted her long, black-stockinged legs, her hips slowly lowering, aiming at his engorged member, and sat down fully. "Ah—!" Ella screamed, her voice high-pitched and wanton. Her tight, wet vaginal opening was enveloped in a frenzied, sucking sensation.

She began to writhe back and forth, her black-stockinged buttocks slapping against the CEO's thighs with a "slap, slap" sound, her large breasts heaving violently in front of her chest, milk splashing out. The CEO grabbed her breasts from behind, kneading them forcefully, squeezing out large clumps of flesh between his fingers, his thumb grinding against her nipples. Ella turned around, facing the CEO as he rode her, her hips twisting faster and faster. She lowered her head and kissed the CEO's lips, their tongues entwining, while her vagina spasmed violently deep inside.

"President...deeper...I'm coming..." A warm gush of fluid spurted out, wetting their joined bodies. The president roared and thrust upwards, ejaculating amidst her spasms. In the afterglow of her orgasm, Ella leaned softly against him, her sweater and shirt completely open, her black stockings soaking wet at the crotch.

"Now...can I have the highest level of access?" The CEO trembled as he entered the password. With access granted, data transmission began. Meanwhile, in Switzerland, Europe, the male clone, Renn, had infiltrated the Monak underground laboratory. Disguised as a security supervisor, his muscles beneath his uniform were sharply defined.

The blonde female doctor was pinned to the lab table, her white lab coat torn open, her bra pushed up to her neck. Raine's thick, long penis thrust in and out repeatedly, causing the doctor to scream and climax. From her, he extracted core secrets—the ultimate goal of Project "M" was the mass production of controllable symbiote weapons, with Eve-Δ listed as the "perfect template," and a bounty of five billion euros offered.

The double pleasure returned simultaneously—Ella (Zero) arched her back suddenly in her Tokyo office, her vaginal walls spasming again, and she erupted in orgasm. Data transmission complete. Ella straightened her disheveled sweater and black stockings, leaving the limp CEO behind, and gracefully departed. Ryan wiped away the traces and withdrew with the sample.

Looking at the compiled intelligence: Monarch's next core meeting will be held in Vienna two months later, with all high-ranking officials in attendance. [Host...they want me.]

But now, we are twins.

Vienna, we'll toy with them together. 】Ella (Zero) smirked coldly. See you in Vienna.