Chapter Two: The Forbidden Intercourse Between the Possessed Mother and Daughter

Kal'tsit stood before my desk, holding a monthly report from the medical department. Her voice was steady, and she read each data point clearly, as if afraid I might miss a single detail. The hem of her white coat reached her knees, and the collar gleamed coldly under the light. Her silver-white hair was meticulously combed behind her ears, and her icy green eyes would occasionally glance up at me to make sure I was listening.

I sat in the chair, back ramrod straight, hands on the table, fingers interlaced. My face should have been expressionless—at least I tried to maintain an expressionless appearance.

Because under the table, M3 was kneeling between my legs.

Her mouth held my erect penis, her tongue circling the glans before slowly swallowing until the entire shaft was inside. Her throat contracted, tightly enveloping my penis, making gurgling swallowing sounds. Very soft, but in the quiet office, each sound was so clear it sent chills down my spine.

I could feel her nose pressed against my lower abdomen, her warm breath on my skin. Her hand rested on my thigh, her nails lightly scraping against the fabric, causing a slight tickling sensation. Her dark brown hair fell down, the ends brushing against my knees.

"...Last month's consumption of Oripathy inhibitors was 15 percent higher than expected." Kal'tsit turned a page of the report, her brow furrowing slightly. "The main reason is that several newly admitted severely infected patients require higher doses of maintenance therapy. I have already adjusted next month's procurement plan."

"Mmm," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

The movements under the table quickened. M3's mouth moved up and down, allowing the penis to thrust rapidly in and out of her throat. A mixture of saliva and pre-ejaculate spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chest and onto my pants. I could feel the damp coolness seeping through the fabric.

My breathing became heavy. I tried to control it, but the heat deep in my lower abdomen was accumulating wildly. My penis grew harder and thicker in her mouth, the head reaching deep into her throat, and I could feel her throat contracting and swallowing.

"Also, regarding M3," Kal'tsit suddenly said.

The movement under the table paused for a moment.

"She hasn't come to see me for the past two or three days." Kal'tsit looked at me, a hint of doubt in her icy green eyes. "Do you know where she is?"

My heart was pounding. My penis was still in M3's mouth; she could feel it throbbing. I cleared my throat.

"I didn't see her," I said, my voice a little hoarse but still relatively calm. "Doesn't she usually follow you around?"

"Yes." Kal'tsit nodded, but her brow remained furrowed. "But lately she seems... a bit strange. Sometimes she'll suddenly disappear for hours, and she won't say where she went when asked."

The movements under the table resumed. This time, they were faster and more forceful. M3's hands gripped my thighs, pressing down hard to drive my penis even deeper. Her throat tightened, as if protesting Kal'tsit's words.

"If you see her, tell her to come to me." Kal'tsit closed the report and placed it on my desk. "I still have a few medical tests to complete."

"Okay," I said.

She turned and walked towards the door. The hem of her white coat swayed gently with each step. Her high heels clicked crisply on the floor—once, twice, three times…

The door opened, then closed again.

I was the only one left in the office—no, there was also the M3 under the table.

Almost the instant the door closed, the movements under the table suddenly quickened to a frenzied pace. M3's mouth moved rapidly up and down, her tongue frantically licking my glans, her throat contracting tightly as if trying to suck me in. Her hands grabbed my testicles, kneading them forcefully, her thumb pressing hard against my perineum.

"Ugh...!"

My whole body tensed, my hands gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. A wave of pleasure surged up my spine like a tsunami, overwhelming all reason. My penis throbbed violently in her mouth, thick, hot semen gushing from the tip and shooting deep into her throat. The semen was hot and plentiful; the first spurt went straight down her esophagus, the rest landed on her tongue, in her mouth, and some spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin.

"Gulp... gulp..." M3 swallowed, her throat contracting repeatedly as she swallowed all the semen. Her cheeks flushed, and her light green eyes looked up at me from under the table, with a trail of white fluid still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

She slowly pulled her mouth away, and my penis slid out, the glans still coated with a mixture of semen and saliva. She licked her lips, then crawled out from under the table, knelt beside my legs, and rested her head on my thigh.

"The doctor shot so much..." she said softly, her voice still a little breathless.

I slumped in the chair, breathing heavily. My chest heaved, and sweat beaded on my forehead. My penis was still semi-erect, the glans red and swollen, the urethral opening slightly open, oozing a clear fluid.

After a while, M3 stood up and straddled my lap. She was still wearing that maid outfit—a black dress, a white apron, and a neat bow tied at the back. But the chest area of ​​the apron was soaked with saliva and semen, the dark stains standing out starkly against the white fabric.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her face close to my ear.

"Doctor," she spoke, her warm breath brushing against my ear, "who do you want to possess next...?"

The doctor's gaze fell on the thick stack of operative lists on his desk. His fingers slid across the papers as if selecting some precious collectible. Finally, he pulled out two—the edges of the papers were slightly worn, and the two faces in the photographs wore gentle smiles.

One photo shows Lily of the Valley. She has long golden hair, green eyes, and fluffy fox ears on her head. Only part of her nine bushy tails are visible in the photo. She wears a white dress with blue trim, and her smile is innocent and warm.

The other picture is of Honeysuckle. She also has blonde hair, but a darker shade, with a calm and sharp gaze, and also fox ears and a tail. She is wearing a formal black suit jacket, with a red tie tied meticulously, exuding a capable yet mysterious aura.

"Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley..." the doctor murmured, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Where are the mother and daughter?"

M3 moved closer, her light green eyes fixed on the two photos. "Doctor, want a change of pace?" Her finger lightly touched the photo of Lily of the Valley. "How about starting with your daughter?"

"Hmm." The doctor nodded, his fingers gently stroking the photo of Lily of the Valley. "Honeysuckle is usually very wary of strangers approaching, but it would be quite interesting to approach her as her daughter."

M3 laughed, a mischievous excitement in her smile. "I'll go call her." She stood up from the Doctor's lap and straightened her slightly disheveled maid outfit. The chest area of ​​her white apron was still wet, the dark water stains particularly noticeable under the light. She reached up and wiped the corner of her mouth, where a trace of white fluid remained.

"Tell her I need to speak with her," the doctor said, his gaze returning to the bracelet. "About some... research."

"Understood." M3 turned and walked towards the door. Her black Mary Jane shoes clicked crisply on the floor. She opened the door, went out, and then closed it gently.

The office fell silent again.

The doctor leaned back in his chair, raised his wrist, and looked at the dark silver bracelet. The fine lines on the metal surface gleamed coldly under the light, like some kind of living creature, breathing slowly. He gently stroked the lines with the fingers of his other hand, and could feel subtle, almost imperceptible vibrations—like a pulse, or like the flow of some kind of energy.

A complex emotion welled up inside me.

This bracelet... it's amazing. It perfectly fulfills all his fantasies—to possess other people's bodies and do whatever he wants to them. And it can even overcome reproductive barriers, allowing for true possession. This is simply the tool he's always dreamed of.

But... are there really no side effects?

Warnings from ancient books flashed through my mind: prolonged possession may damage the host's consciousness, frequent switching may cause a decrease in soul stability, and breaking through the reproductive barrier may lead to permanent changes in the host's reproductive system...

There are also parts he hasn't fully grasped yet—the mathematical model of soul frequency resonance, the formula for calculating energy consumption, and so on…

The knocking interrupted his thoughts.

Very lightly, very politely, three times.

"Doctor?" A clear voice came from outside the door, tinged with a hint of doubt. "Did you call for me?"

It's lily of the valley.

The doctor took a deep breath, suppressing his jumbled thoughts. He sat up straight, straightened his shirt collar, and then said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a face peeked out from behind it. Long golden hair, fluffy fox ears perked up warily, and green eyes blinked. Only after confirming that the Doctor was alone in the room did she fully push the door open and enter.

Today, Lily of the Valley was wearing her signature white dress, the blue trim on the hem swaying gently with her steps. White pantyhose encased her long, slender legs, and she wore small black leather shoes. She was carrying a briefcase, as if she had just come from somewhere.

"Doctor." She walked to the desk and bowed slightly. "M3 said you wanted to see me... about research?"

"Hmm." The doctor nodded, raised his wrist to reveal the bracelet, "I'd like you to take a look at this for me."

Lily of the Valley's gaze fell on the bracelet, a hint of curiosity flashing in her green eyes. "This is... a bracelet? It looks quite unique." She lowered her greasecoat and leaned closer. "Where did the Doctor get it?"

"I found it by chance," the doctor said, stretching his wrist forward. "But once I put it on, I couldn't take it off. I wanted you to examine its material and structure to see if there's a way to remove it safely."

Lily of the Valley nodded, her expression turning serious. She reached out, her slender fingers gently touching the surface of the bracelet. "The material... doesn't seem to be ordinary metal." Her fingertips slid across the bracelet, feeling the texture of the patterns. "These patterns... look like some kind of writing? Or circuit diagrams?"

Her fingers were completely pressed against the bracelet.

In that very instant—

The bracelet suddenly burst out with a blinding white light.

The light was so intense that it instantly filled the entire office, turning everything pure white. Linglan cried out in surprise, trying to pull her hand back, but her fingers seemed glued to the ground, unable to move. The white light surged from the bracelet, spreading upwards along her arm, quickly enveloping her entirely.

The doctor could feel the bracelet getting hot—not in a physical sense, but as if some kind of energy was surging wildly. He could feel his consciousness being pulled and split apart, one part remaining in his body, while the other part flowed towards Lily of the Valley's body along with the white light.

My vision became blurry.

A sharp buzzing sound rang in my ears.

Then--

dark.

***

Consciousness felt like it was sinking into the deep sea, or being thrown into the sky. Countless fragmented images flashed through the darkness—a white dress, a blue skirt, fluffy ears, nine tails swaying gently behind... Then came deeper darkness, but also a warm, soft feeling.

I opened my eyes.

My vision was blurry, as if through a layer of mist. I blinked, and my vision slowly cleared.

The first thing you see is your own hands.

No, it's not my hand.

These hands were small and white, with slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails painted a light pink. The wrists were thin, the skin smooth, revealing pale blue veins. I raised my hands, spreading my fingers before my eyes, then clenching them again. The movements were fluid, but felt strange—this wasn't my body.

I lowered my head.

A white dress with blue trim. The skirt falls just above the knee, and below are white pantyhose that hug her slender legs. Black leather shoes with rounded toes and smooth surfaces.

I stood up, my legs a little weak, and I almost fell. I grabbed the desk next to me to steady myself. The desk... felt shorter than usual. No, it wasn't the desk that was shorter, it was me who had become shorter.

I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall.

A face was reflected in the mirror.

Long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. Two fluffy fox ears perched atop her head, their white fur shimmering softly in the lamplight. Large, green eyes with long eyelashes stared at her reflection in the mirror with a mixture of confusion and surprise. Her cheeks were pale, her lips a soft pink, slightly parted, her breath leaving a trail of white mist on the mirror's surface.

It's lily of the valley.

I turned into a lily of the valley.

I reached out and touched my face. My skin was smooth and soft, as if you could squeeze water out of it. My fingers traced my cheeks, my chin, my neck… The sensation was real, yet also strange. This wasn't my skin, this wasn't my face.

I looked down at my own body.

The white dress fit perfectly, with a round neckline that revealed my collarbone and a small patch of my chest. I reached out, unbuttoned a few buttons at the front, and pulled the neckline down.

She wore a white lace bra underneath, the cups small but full. Her breasts spilled over the edges of the fabric, white and glistening delicately under the light. Her nipples were pale pink, small and tender, trembling slightly in the air.

I reached out and grabbed a breast.

The breasts were soft and bouncy to the touch, their flesh deforming in my palm and overflowing between my fingers. The nipples were hard, pressing against my palm and causing a slight tingling sensation. I kneaded them forcefully, the flesh deforming in my palm, white and swaying with my movements.

"Um……"

A groan escaped from his throat.

The voice was soft, sweet, and a little childish—it was Lily of the Valley's voice. I froze, then spoke again, "Ah...ah..."

It was indeed the sound of a lily of the valley. Crisp, sweet, like the tinkling of a bell.

I let go, and her breasts bounced back, swaying a few times in front of my chest before stopping. Her nipples were even harder, forming two distinct protrusions under the thin lace fabric.

I continued reading.

My skirt was lifted up, revealing white pantyhose. The stockings were thin and sheer, allowing me to see the color of my skin underneath. I reached out and ran my fingers through the stockings along my thigh. My skin was smooth and soft, and the stockings felt delicate against my fingertips.

I bent down and lifted my skirt all the way up to my waist.

The white lace panties were very thin and sheer, revealing the outline of her vulva. Her pubic hair was sparse, pale blonde, and neatly trimmed. I reached out and pressed my fingers against her vulva through the panties.

It's very wet there.

I could feel that a small patch of my panties was already soaked with vaginal fluid, sticky and clinging to my skin. When I pressed my fingers against it, I could feel the outline of my labia and the slight opening of my vagina.

I took off my underwear.

The white lace fabric slipped and fell to the ground. Her genitals were completely exposed to the air. Her pubic hair was indeed sparse, pale golden, with a few stray hairs clinging to the skin around her labia, glistening wetly under the light. Her labia were pink and very tender, slightly parted, revealing even more delicate pink flesh inside. The entrance to her vagina was still slightly pulsating, oozing clear, lustful fluid—the fluid that had flowed out during her earlier arousal.

I reached out and my fingers found the clitoris.

It was very small and tender, like a cardamom pod. My body trembled violently when I touched it lightly.

"ah……!"

It was that cloying moan again.

I continued to caress. My fingers circled around the clitoris, pressed gently, and then slowly slid down, probing into the vagina.

It's very tight.

Even with just my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh inside tightly enveloping my knuckles—warm, soft, and elastic. I could feel those folds scraping against my fingertips, and I could feel that even warmer, softer flesh deep inside—that was the cervix.

I started inserting my fingers.

One, two, three...

Fingers moved in and out of her vagina rapidly, making gurgling sounds. More and more vaginal fluid gushed out from her opening, flowing down her thighs and wetting her white pantyhose, leaving dark water stains.

"Mmm... Ah... Doctor... It feels so good..."

I heard myself moaning, speaking in a lily-of-the-valley voice, uttering lewd words. But I didn't care anymore. This body was too sensitive, too beautiful; every part fascinated me.

I looked up at the mirror.

In the mirror, Lily of the Valley—no, it was me—stood before it, my skirt lifted to my waist, my white pantyhose soaked with a large patch of vaginal fluid, dark stains spreading from my thighs to my knees. One hand kneaded my breasts, the flesh overflowing between my fingers, white and swaying with the movement. My other hand thrust rapidly between my legs, my fingers glistening with vaginal fluid under the light.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were slightly parted, her breath leaving white mist on the mirror. Her long, golden hair was somewhat disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck. The fox ears on her head trembled slightly, and the nine tails behind her—I could feel their presence, fluffy and soft, swaying gently with her body's trembling.

It's so beautiful.

This body is so beautiful.

I quickened my finger movements, my thumb rubbing rapidly against my clitoris. A surge of pleasure shot up my spine like an electric current, overwhelming all reason. I could feel my vagina contracting and writhing, and my vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring.

"I'm...I'm going...!"

My whole body tensed up, my fingers thrusting wildly in and out of my vagina, my thumb rubbing frantically against my clitoris. Then—

"Ah...! It's gone...!"

My body trembled violently, my vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed from deep within, splashing onto my fingers. The pleasure of orgasm overwhelmed me like a tsunami; my vision blurred, my ears rang, and I collapsed, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

Her juices were still flowing, dripping down her thighs and forming a small puddle on the floor. Her white pantyhose were completely soaked, clinging stickily to her skin. Her breasts heaved violently with her breathing, her nipples erect and trembling in the air.

I knelt on the ground and it took me a while to recover.

Then I heard footsteps behind me.

It's very light, but very familiar.

I turned my head.

The Doctor—my true form—stood in the office doorway, looking at me. His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of…appreciation? Or perhaps, satisfaction?

He walked over, squatted down in front of me, reached out, and gently wiped away a bit of saliva from the corner of my mouth—saliva that had flowed out during my orgasm.

"It seems the possession was successful," he said calmly.

I nodded, wanting to speak, but my throat was dry, and I could only make a few muffled sounds.

The doctor reached out and grabbed my breast, kneading it forcefully. The flesh deformed in his palm, its whiteness overflowing between his fingers. His thumb pressed against the nipple, gently rubbing it.

"Mmm..." I couldn't help but groan.

"How does Lily of the Valley feel?" he asked, reaching between my legs with his other hand and probing his fingers into my still slightly open vagina.

"Very...good..." I gasped, "Very sensitive...very...lewd..."

"That's good." The doctor's finger moved in and out of my vagina a few times, then he pulled it out, it was covered in vaginal fluid. He brought his finger to my mouth, "Lick it clean."

I opened my mouth, took his finger in my mouth, and licked away the precum on his knuckles with my tongue. It tasted sweet and fishy, ​​like the natural flavor of lily of the valley.

The doctor withdrew his finger, then stood up, walked to the mirror, and looked at me kneeling on the ground in the mirror.

"Get up," he said.

I pushed myself up, my legs still a little weak. My white pantyhose clung to my legs, soaking wet, making a soft rustling sound with each step—the sound of the wet fabric rubbing against my skin.

The doctor hugged me from behind, grabbing my breasts with both hands and kneading them forcefully. His chin rested on my shoulder, and his lips were close to my ear.

"Now," he said softly, "let's take a good look at this body."

His hand slid down, lifted my skirt, and his fingers found my vulva, probing inside again. This time, it was two fingers, inserted all the way in, the glans pressing against my cervix.

"Ah...!" I tilted my head back, my neck forming a graceful arc.

The doctor's fingers stirred inside me, each penetration precisely scraping the most sensitive flesh. I could clearly feel how those two fingers expanded and explored my passage; when the knuckles bent, they could even touch the soft fleshy ring around my cervix. My vaginal fluids were constantly squeezed out with his movements, making a sticky "gurgling" sound, flowing down my inner thighs, staining my white pantyhose even deeper.

"Doctor... Ah... It's too, too deep..." My voice trembled uncontrollably, with the sweet, cloying tone unique to Lily of the Valley. My body instinctively wanted to clench, but the muscles inside could only writhe weakly under the spread of his fingers.

He didn't answer, but pressed his lips to the back of my ear, his breath hot. "Look in the mirror," he said in a deep voice, with an air of complete control. "Look at what you look like now."

I was **** to look up and gaze at my reflection in the mirror.

It was indeed a scene of **** lewdness. The girl—or rather, the one currently occupying that girl's body—was disheveled, her skirt rolled up high, revealing her soaked white stockings and completely exposed genitals. The doctor's fingers were blatantly inserted inside, drawing out glistening drops of love fluid with each thrust. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes were glazed, my lips were slightly parted as I breathed heavily, and strands of my golden hair were stuck to my forehead and neck with sweat. Most striking were my fluffy fox ears, which were twitching sensitively, trembling slightly with the rhythm of the thrusts from behind. And behind me, out of my sight, my nine bushy tails were probably swaying restlessly as well.

A strong sense of shame mixed with an even stronger pleasure swept over me. This body was too sensitive; every subtle touch was magnified. The doctor's hands kneaded my breasts with increased ****, his fingertips maliciously twisting the already erect nipples, bringing waves of sharp, tingling sensations.

"Ugh...don't, don't pinch so hard...my nipples are going to break..." I pleaded intermittently, but my waist involuntarily arched backward, allowing his fingers to penetrate even deeper.

"Broken?" The doctor chuckled, gently nibbling at my earlobe. "Lily of the Valley's body is much more durable than you think. And..."

He withdrew his finger, bringing out a warm, lubricated fluid. Then, that wet hand moved to the front, lifted my chin, and **** me to continue looking in the mirror.

"Besides, aren't you 'Lily of the Valley' now?" His fingertips caressed my lower lip, spreading the honey-like fluid that clung to it, a fluid belonging to this body. "How does it feel to moan in her voice, to climax in her body?"

The girl in the mirror had a vacant look in her eyes, her lips glistening with her own bodily fluids. I opened my mouth, and fragments of Lily of the Valley's memories—memories of the innocent, hardworking, and somewhat naive gentle girl she once was—flooded into my mind like a tide. Daily training, her time with her mother, Honeysuckle, her respect and trust for the Doctor… these pure images formed a cruel contrast with the lewd scene reflected in the mirror.

And "I" am defiling all of this.

A twisted sense of excitement suddenly surged up.

"Very...very good..." I heard myself answer in that sweet voice, my tongue even licking his fingers, which were covered in my semen. "Lily of the Valley's body...is so hot and tight inside...it feels so good when I play with myself...Doctor's fingers...are even better...ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, he thrust his fingers in again, this time three at a time. The intense stretching sensation made me scream, my body convulsed violently, and even more love juice gushed out.

"Playing by yourself?" The Doctor's breathing became heavier; he was clearly amused by my words and his body's reaction. "It seems this little body has already learned to masturbate. In the dorm, do you often lift your skirt like this, insert your fingers into your wet little hole, and reach orgasm while thinking about the Doctor?"

"N-no... Ah! No... Uh-huh!" I wanted to deny it, but my body's honest reaction and the flood of deep memories belonging to Suzuran gave the opposite answer. Some vague fragments of secret touches and shameful fantasies about being alone flashed through my mind, making my cheeks burn even more.

“Lying,” the doctor said with certainty, his fingers increasing the speed of thrusting, each time reaching the very core of her vagina, his fingertips grinding heavily against a protruding point on the vaginal wall.

"Ahhh! There... there! Doctor... I touched it... Ugh!" The intense pleasure instantly overwhelmed any attempt to deny it, and I collapsed into his arms, supported only by his arm around my waist. The mirror in my vision began to shake and blur, leaving only the girl's body being wantonly played with, and the possessive movements of the man behind me.

"G-spot?" The doctor's voice carried the pleasure of discovering a new toy. "So sensitive... it trembles like this at the slightest touch. It seems that Lily of the Valley's body is naturally suited to be pampered by men."

His fingers shifted angles, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, skillfully manipulating that spot. Layers of pleasure stacked upon each other, like a rising tide about to burst through the dam. My moans became fragmented, reduced to meaningless monotones, my tail uncontrollably wrapped tightly around his leg, and my fox ears drooped completely, plastered to my scalp.

"I'm...I'm going to...Doctor...fingers...let me go...!" I cried out and begged, my lower abdomen convulsing violently, and a sucking-like contraction coming from my vagina.

"Go ahead." He gave me permission in my ear, while pressing his thumb firmly against my clitoris and rubbing it hard.

"Eee-yaaaaaaah—!!!"

My vision was completely filled with white light. An orgasm several times more intense than when I played with myself before suddenly exploded. Every muscle in my body tensed up, my toes curled up tightly inside my shoes as I stood on tiptoe. My vagina spasmed and gushed violently, a large amount of love fluid mixed with a little bit of incontinent urine, surging and pouring onto the doctor's fingers, flowing down his wrist, and completely soaking and staining the inside of my white stockings and skirt.

The afterglow of the climax lasted a long time. I gasped for breath like a fish out of water, collapsing limply in his arms, too weak even to lift a finger. The girl in the mirror had vacant eyes, a trickle of saliva at the corner of her mouth, and her body was a mess from the intense act.

The doctor slowly withdrew his finger, bringing with it the last slurry of viscous fluid. He held his soaked finger up to me, with a few strands of pale golden pubic hair still clinging to it—hair that had fallen from Lily of the Valley's sparse pubic hair during the intense movements and was now stuck to his finger with the love fluid.

"Lick it clean," he commanded again, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I managed to focus my unfocused gaze on the fingers so close to my face, stained with my own bodily fluids and shed hair. Shame reached its peak, but a deeper, more instinctive submission, or rather, my current desire to utterly defile the existence of "Lily of the Valley," drove me forward.

I slightly opened my mouth, extended my small tongue, first licking away the glistening love fluid on my fingertips, then carefully curling a few soft pubic hairs with the tip of my tongue and taking them into my mouth. A slightly salty taste, with a unique fishy-sweet flavor, spread throughout my mouth, mixed with the delicate touch of the hair.

And so, in front of the mirror, I slowly and thoroughly cleaned up the obscene traces left on "Lily of the Valley's" body.

The doctor watched with satisfaction, and only withdrew his hand after I finished licking. He helped me turn around so I was facing him. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and I could only lean on him.

"Well done." He patted my head, his fingers running through my golden hair, gently rubbing my sensitive fox ears. A tingling, electric sensation sent a shiver through me, and I let out another soft moan.

The afterglow of the climax receded slowly like the tide, but what followed was not emptiness, but a torrent of memories surging into my mind like a tsunami. Countless images, sounds, and emotions—memories belonging to Lily of the Valley—opened up to me without reservation.

I saw her as a young child, toddling through the courtyard of a shrine in the Eastern Kingdom, her fluffy tail still struggling to maintain her balance, often tripping her over. I saw her father—the priest—with his gentle smile, and her mother, Honeysuckle, gently brushing her long hair by candlelight, the soft touch of her fingertips. I saw the **** and confusion when she decided to leave the Eastern Kingdom, and the wariness she felt in the unfamiliar environment upon arriving in Syracuse. I saw the shadow of family conflict, the pain and fear when her arm was injured, and the initial, pure dependence and trust she showed the Doctor when she was sent to Rhodes Island.

I also witnessed those solitary, private moments: lying in bed late at night in the dormitory, my fingers unconsciously stroking my chest through my pajamas; the inexplicable flutter in my heart when hot water flowed over certain parts of my body during a shower; and the subtle ripples in my heart that I couldn't even understand myself when I occasionally saw the focused profile of a PhD student during training...

All these memories have now become a part of "me". Lily's innocence, Lily's efforts, Lily's gentle expectations for the world, and the quietly budding desires deep within Lily's heart that she herself was unaware of - they intertwine and resonate strangely with the dark desires belonging to the Doctor that now occupy this body.

I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze refocusing on the doctor's face, which was so close to mine. His breathing hadn't yet calmed, fine beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his eyes still held the control and satisfaction he'd felt while toying with this body.

But now it's my turn.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of my lips, a smile completely different from Suzuran's usual innocent one. I placed my hands on his chest and, with unexpected strength—thanks to my rigorous training—shoved him hard.

"Ugh!" Caught off guard, the doctor stumbled back two steps and slumped into the office chair he had just been sitting in. The chair's wheels slid backward a short distance before hitting the desk and coming to a stop.

He looked at me with some surprise, seemingly not expecting "Lily of the Valley" to suddenly do such a thing.

I didn't give him time to react. I kicked off my black leather shoes—they landed on the floor with two soft "tap, tap" sounds. Then, I raised my right leg, my foot in white tights, and stepped directly between his legs.

Through the fabric of my trousers, I could clearly feel the still-erect, hot penis that had been ravaging my body. The smooth texture of the stockings rubbed against the fabric, making a soft rustling sound.

The doctor's body visibly tensed, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

I applied slight pressure, pressing down on the bulge with the sole of my foot, and slowly, with a grinding motion, moved back and forth. The sole of my white stockings was already soaked with my previous love fluid and my own urine, and now, through my pants, the dampness and stickiness were transmitted to me.

"Doctor..." I began, my voice still the same sweet and soft Lily of the Valley, but with a drawn-out tone, carrying a deliberate, sticky temptation, "Just now...did you enjoy playing with Lily of the Valley's body?"

Her feet kept moving, and her toes even curled up deliberately, trying to pinch the outline of the penis through the fabric.

"Use your fingers... to insert into Lily's little hole that no one has ever touched before... and stir it up inside until it's a complete mess..." I tilted my head slightly, my long golden hair slipping down my shoulders, my green eyes half-closed, mimicking the lewd look that only appeared in those unbearable scenes from my memory, "Lily's orgasm... was it beautiful? So much water... even her socks were soaked..."

With each word he spoke, the pressure on his foot increased, and the grinding speed quickened. The doctor's breathing became noticeably heavy, his hands gripping the chair armrests, his knuckles turning white from the ****. He couldn't tear his gaze away from my face, nor from the foot writhing between his legs, wrapped in soaking white silk.

This contrast clearly greatly provoked him—using Lily of the Valley's pure appearance and voice to utter the most vulgar words and perform the most blasphemous actions.

"Doctor, it's so hard here..." I leaned down, my hands on the armrests of the chair, my face close to his, my breath sweet as orchids, "Do you... want more? Want Lily of the Valley to 'serve' you in other places?"

My foot left that area and instead stepped onto his thigh, then slowly slid upwards, over his lower abdomen, until finally, my wet, stockinged sole pressed directly against the small patch of chest exposed beneath his shirt. The cold dampness sent a shiver down his spine.

“But…” I drawled, tracing circles on his chest with my toes, “the Doctor was just having fun… Lily of the Valley here…”

With her free hand, she gently pressed it against her slightly sore lower abdomen beneath her white dress.

"...But it still hurts a little from the doctor's fingers poking me." Her voice carried a perfectly timed hint of grievance, but her eyes were full of defiance. "So...it's Lily's turn this time."

As soon as I finished speaking, I withdrew my foot from his chest and landed it back on the ground. Then, before he could react, I quickly turned around, my back to him, braced my hands on the edge of the chair behind me, and lifted one leg—

She stepped directly onto his erect penis, which was already exposed to the air and had its zipper pulled down, with her soaking wet foot encased in white stockings.

"Hmm...!" the doctor groaned.

This time, the contact was completely unreserved. The damp, cold, and sticky sole of the stockings clung tightly to the hot, hard penis. The glans pressed against the arch of my foot, the coronal sulcus wedged between the delicate texture of the stockings. I could even feel the excited pulsation of that thing beneath my feet.

I began to move. It wasn't a simple stomping, but rather using my entire foot to envelop the penis and slide it up and down. The material of the stockings provided just the right amount of friction, while the slippery vaginal fluid became excellent lubrication. My toes flexibly curled and extended, sometimes gripping the shaft, sometimes using the pads of my toes to rub the most sensitive glans and urethral opening.

"Ah... Doctor's cock... so hot... rubbing against Lily of the Valley's soles... feels so good..." I moved my feet while using the sweetest voice to utter the filthiest lewd words, "So thick... so long... was that what you used to rub against Lily of the Valley's cervix just now?"

"Ugh..." The doctor's groans were no longer suppressed. His hands gripped the chair tightly, and his buttocks involuntarily rose slightly to meet the movement of my feet. Clearly, this immoral pleasure of being foot-job-ed by "Lily of the Valley" and listening to her describe such obscene facts in such a pure voice was rapidly pushing him to his limit.

"Lily of the Valley's feet... how are they? Compared to the Doctor's fingers... which one feels better to the Doctor?" I quickened the pace of my footwork, my soles tightly enveloping his penis, rubbing up and down rapidly. The wet, slippery stockings rubbed against his penis, making a sticky, squelching sound. That was the sound of my love juice and his pre-ejaculate mixing together.

"I'm...I'm going to cum..." the doctor squeezed out through clenched teeth, his cheeks flushed, his eyes fixed on my white stockinged foot, which was moving rapidly between his legs and stained with patches of bodily fluids.

“Shoot…” I turned around and gave him a bright, signature smile that belonged to Lily of the Valley, but what I said was completely different, “Shoot it all out…shoot it on Lily of the Valley’s feet…make a mess of Lily of the Valley’s white stockings…”

"ah--!!!"

My last shred of reason snapped. The doctor let out a low growl, his hips convulsing violently as he thrust upwards. I immediately gripped his glans tightly with the soles of my feet, pressing my instep firmly against the urethral opening.

The next second, hot, thick semen gushed out violently.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

One stream, two streams, three streams… a powerful flow of semen pounded against the soles of my stockinged feet, making a dull thud. The cloudy liquid quickly seeped through the thin stockings, spreading a large, sticky, damp patch on the white fabric. Some of the semen even seeped through the mesh of the stockings, dripping onto the floor, while some splashed directly onto my calves, the tops of my stockings, and the hem of my skirt.

I could even feel the scorching heat penetrating the stockings and burning the skin on the soles of my feet.

The doctor was breathing heavily, his body slumped in the chair, his penis slowly going limp at my feet, but the glans was still throbbing slightly in the wet, stockinged soles of my feet, squeezing out the last few drops of semen.

I slowly pulled my foot back and raised it to my eyes.

The once pristine white pantyhose were now stained with specks of cloudy semen, from the soles to the insteps and even the ankles. The soaked stockings clung tightly to the skin, outlining the toes, with the semen slowly flowing through them, forming viscous threads. A strong, characteristic pungent odor of male semen filled the air.

"It's really... a complete mess," I said softly, my tone unreadable, neither expressing disapproval nor satisfaction.

Then, under the doctor's gaze, I bent down and picked up the pair of black leather shoes I had kicked off earlier. I first stepped my right foot, which was covered in semen, directly into the right shoe.

"Pfft."

The wet soles of my feet made a blush-inducing sound as they touched the lining of my leather shoes. I could feel the sticky semen on my socks being squeezed out and smeared into every corner of the inside of the shoes. Then it was my left foot.

After putting on my shoes, I deliberately stomped on the ground to distribute the semen inside them more "evenly." With each step, I could feel the wet, sticky sensation coming from the soles of my feet, and I could even hear the faint sound of the liquid being squeezed inside the shoes.

I walked to the full-length mirror and examined myself again.

The skirt and stockings were splattered with semen, the stockings were soaked and clung to her skin, and the small leather shoes looked intact but were filled with men's semen. She still looked like the pure and lovely Lily of the Valley, but every detail told a story of **** defilement that had just occurred.

"Alright." I turned around and gave the doctor an innocent smile. "Let's go find Mom, Doctor."

The doctor leaned on the chair to stand up, his legs still a little weak. He gave me a complicated look, quickly straightened his clothes, and zipped up his trousers. But a small, barely noticeable dark wet stain remained on the crotch of his expensive suit trousers.

He didn't say anything, he just nodded.

I walked to the door, grasped the doorknob, glanced back at him, and mouthed silently:

"The game... continues."

Then, I opened the door.

Light streamed in from the corridor. I adjusted my expression, forcing back the warm, slightly shy smile that Lily of the Valley usually wore. But with each step, the slippery, sticky feeling under my feet, and the thick, sticky semen inside my shoes—the Doctor's—constantly reminded me—and this body—of the utterly immoral thing I was about to do to my mother.

The Doctor followed half a step behind me. We headed towards the area where Honeysuckle usually stayed. Occasionally, passing operators would greet us.

"Lily of the Valley, good morning!"

"Doctor, Lily of the Valley, where are you going..."

"Ah, good morning! The professor has some research questions he'd like to ask Mom, I'll take him over." I smiled, responding with impeccable politeness, my voice clear and pleasant.

No one could tell what obscene secrets this well-behaved and lovely girl was hiding beneath her white stockings and leather shoes.

***

I—or rather, the Doctor's split soul currently occupying Suzuran's body—pushed open that familiar dormitory door. Inside, only a warm yellow floor lamp shone. The soft light spilled onto the sofa area, outlining a slightly tired figure.

Honeysuckle was leaning back on the sofa, eyes closed, one hand pressed against her temple. She was still wearing her signature black suit jacket, the red tie slightly loosened, the top button undone, revealing a small patch of her fair collarbone. Her waist-length blonde hair wasn't meticulously tied up as usual, but casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands falling beside her cheeks. Her amber-gold eyes, which always exuded calmness and sharpness, were now closed, long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them. She looked much softer than usual, but there was definitely a deep weariness from work.

Hearing the door open, she stirred slightly, opened her eyes a crack, and when she saw it was me, her tense shoulders seemed to relax a little.

"Lisa, you're back?" Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she used Lily of the Valley's real name, not her code name. This was a private habit between mother and daughter.

“Yes, Mom.” I immediately switched to Lily of the Valley’s signature tone, which was tinged with dependence and concern, and quickly walked over to sit down beside her. “You look tired… Did you have a hard day at work?”

"It's alright, just some routine medical reports and personnel scheduling." Ren Dong rubbed her temples, without opening her eyes. "It's just that there was more data to process than expected. Why are you back so late? Did something happen with the doctor?"

"The professor asked me to help him look at a strange bracelet, and I studied its structure." I answered half-truthfully, in a natural tone, "Mom, don't worry about that for now, take a rest. I'll make you a cup of tea."

As I spoke, I got up and walked to the small kitchen counter in the corner of the room. Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley's dormitory was quite nice, with a simple kitchen area. I expertly found the tea leaves Honeysuckle usually liked to drink—from a plantation in Victoria, with a rich aroma. I boiled water, warmed the cup, added the tea leaves, and poured in hot water. The series of actions were smooth and natural, thanks to Lily of the Valley's memory and my body's instincts.

But before I brought the teacup to Honeysuckle, my fingers discreetly slipped into my pocket and crushed a pre-prepared, colorless, odorless powder of fast-acting sleeping pills, dissolving it evenly into the deep red tea. The powder dissolved quickly, leaving no trace, and the tea's aroma remained rich and mellow.

"Mom, the tea is ready." I carried the warm teacup back to the sofa, a sweet, slightly ingratiating smile on my face.

Honeysuckle finally opened her eyes fully, her amber-gold pupils appearing softer than usual in the warm light. She took the teacup, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against mine. The touch was slightly cool, bearing the calluses left from years of holding pens and operating precision instruments. She lowered her head, gently blowing away the steam rising from the surface of the tea, then took a sip.

"Hmm, it's brewed just right," she commented, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction in her voice. She took a few more sips before placing the teacup on the coffee table in front of her. Then, she raised her hand and gently rubbed the top of my head, her fingers running through my golden hair and brushing against my sensitive fox ears.

A tingling, electric-like sensation almost made me lose control of my expression. I **** myself to stay calm and instead nuzzled my head against her palm, like a real little fox being affectionate.

“Lisa has grown up and knows how to take care of her mother.” Honeysuckle’s voice softened, and the cold, hard shell that belonged to an elite assassin seemed to melt away in front of her daughter.

Right now.

I looked up and gave her a bright, untroubled smile. But out of her sight, as she gently stroked my lips, a fleeting, triumphant smile played on my lips.

"Mom, rest a little longer if you're tired," I said softly, looking into her amber-gold eyes.

The medication took effect faster than I expected. Honeysuckle's eyes began to glaze over; she seemed to want to say something, her lips moved, but it ultimately turned into a slight yawn. She leaned back on the sofa, her eyelids growing heavier.

"Strange...why am I suddenly so sleepy..." she murmured to herself, her voice growing softer and softer.

"You're probably just too tired, Mom." I leaned closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you sleep here for a while?"

She didn't respond. A few seconds later, her breathing became even and long, her body completely relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep. Her beautiful face, which was usually tense and scrutinizing, now appeared defenseless and even somewhat **** in her sleep.

I waited quietly for a few minutes to make sure her breathing was completely steady.

"Mom?" I called out tentatively in a soft voice, shaking her shoulder.

No response.

"Honeysuckle?" I raised my voice slightly.

There was still only the sound of steady breathing.

It was a success.

The innocent smile on my face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression that mixed excitement and coldness. I stood up, strode to the door, and cracked it open. The Doctor, who had been waiting outside, silently slipped in and gently closed the door.

His gaze immediately fell on the sleeping Honeysuckle on the sofa. His eyes were no longer the usual gentle or formulaic calm, but rather an undisguised, burning scrutiny and greed. He slowly approached, as if afraid of disturbing something, or like a hunter approaching a precious prey within easy reach.

He stopped in front of the sofa, looking down at Ren Dong. From this angle, he could see more clearly the fair skin beneath her unbuttoned collar, the curve of her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath, and the relaxed, mature lines of her body as she slept.

“Before… I never had the chance, nor the courage, to look at her so closely.” The Doctor spoke in a low voice, his voice trembling with a strange excitement, the excitement of a long-suppressed desire finally finding an outlet. “Kal’tsit’s right-hand woman, one of the top assassins on Rhodes Island, Suzuran’s mother… Ha.”

He crouched down, reached out, and hovered his fingertips a few centimeters above Honeysuckle's cheek, seemingly wanting to touch her, yet hesitant. Finally, his fingers gently landed on her long golden hair, picking up a strand and feeling its smoothness.

“I never expected… that a married woman who already has children…” His gaze slowly moved down, sweeping over her slender neck, delicate collarbone, her full breasts that were still visible despite being covered by a suit jacket, her slender waist, and her straight legs together in black suit trousers, “… to be so charming.”

His breathing became heavy. It wasn't just an appreciation of beauty, but a desire to possess. To possess this powerful, mysterious, and unapproachable woman, to possess her identity as a mother, and to possess the intimate bond between her and Lily of the Valley.

"What are you waiting for?" I—the split soul within Linglan's body—urged from the side, my voice filled with the same urgency and malice.

Without hesitation, the doctor grabbed Honeysuckle's wrist, which was hanging by the sofa, and pressed the dark silver bracelet tightly against her bare skin.

Buzz—

A familiar, almost inaudible low-frequency vibration sounded. The patterns on the bracelet's surface suddenly lit up, no longer with a blinding white light, but with a deeper, more viscous dark purple light, flowing out of the metal surface like a living thing, quickly wrapping around Honeysuckle's arm, and then spreading like greedy vines to her whole body, enveloping her in an eerie cocoon of light.

The doctor's main body swayed, his face instantly paling, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The feeling of his soul being forcibly split and projected again, no matter how many times he experienced it, was always accompanied by a sense of tearing and emptiness at the soul level. He staggered back a step, grabbed the wall beside him, and gasped for breath.

Honeysuckle on the sofa twitched slightly within the dark purple cocoon of light before returning to calm.

The light lasted for about ten seconds, then receded rapidly like a tide, disappearing back into the bracelet as if it had never existed. Only the warm yellow floor lamp remained in the room, along with two figures standing quietly and one lying quietly.

Almost simultaneously—

The doctor's main body shook his head, dispelling the brief dizziness caused by the soul split. He raised his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at the sofa.

On the sofa, Honeysuckle—or rather, the Doctor's split soul that was currently occupying this body—slowly opened its eyes.

Those were eyes completely different from before. While the amber-gold eyes of Honeysuckle's true form remained unchanged in color, the brilliance within them had undergone a radical transformation. Calmness, sharpness, scrutiny… these qualities of an elite assassin had vanished, replaced by a burning light that mingled with novelty, inquiry, and undisguised desire.

Honeysuckle raised her hand, bringing it to her eyes, examining it carefully, inch by inch. It was the hand of a mature woman, with long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and fair skin that wasn't delicate. The fingertips and the area between her thumb and forefinger bore thin calluses from years of handling weapons and precision tools. Her nails were trimmed short and neat, exuding a sharp and capable beauty.

"Heh..." A low chuckle escaped from "her" throat. The voice was still Honeysuckle's unique, slightly cold, magnetic voice, but the tone was full of playfulness. "This is... Honeysuckle's body."

She sat up from the sofa, her movements initially a little awkward, but quickly becoming fluid. The split soul was rapidly adapting to this new "vessel." Ignoring her original body and "Lily of the Valley" standing to the side, she went straight to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

Standing in front of the mirror, "Honeysuckle" gazes at her reflection.

The woman in the mirror had long, lustrous, deep golden hair that reached her waist, now slightly disheveled. A pair of fluffy fox ears twitched slightly on her head, seemingly still adjusting to her new "owner's" presence. Her amber-gold eyes were deep, with very faint lines at the corners, etched by time, which, far from making her appear old, added a touch of mature charm. Her features were delicate and defined, her lips a natural pale pink, now subtly curving into a sinister arc—completely different from her usual aloof demeanor.

She began to take off her clothes.

His movements were unhurried, with a leisurely air of appreciation and playfulness towards his possessions. First, he loosened his already undone red tie and casually tossed it on the ground. Then, he unbuttoned his crisp black suit jacket, one button at a time, the fabric rustling softly against the fabric. The jacket was removed, revealing a close-fitting white shirt underneath. The shirt was of excellent quality, outlining the graceful curves of his upper body.

Her fingers rested on the shirt buttons, paused for a moment, and then continued. Starting from the collar, one, two, three... the shirt opened to the sides, gradually revealing what lay beneath.

The first thing that catches the eye is black.

It's not a dull, pure black, but a seductive black with delicate lace patterns.

A beautifully designed black lace bra hugged her full breasts. The lace pattern was delicate and intricate, with delicate ruffles along the edges, casting alluring shadows in the warm light. The cups were a distinctly push-up style, lifting and compressing her ample breasts to create a deep and seductive cleavage. The thin straps dig into her fair shoulders, creating a striking contrast with her skin.

"Oh?" The "Honeysuckle" in the mirror raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised and pleased by the discovery. "Such a cold and hard exterior... but she knows how to dress well inside."

She didn't stop, continuing to unbutton the remaining buttons of her shirt, then took it off completely and tossed it onto her suit jacket. Her upper body was left only in her black lace bra, which reflected an ambiguous sheen in the mirror.

Then, "her" hand moved to her waist and unbuttoned and unzipped her suit trousers. The trousers slid down her straight, slender legs and bunched up at her ankles.

This time, the view reflected in the mirror was even more stunning.

Below the waist, instead of ordinary cotton underwear, she wore a complete set of black lace garter stockings that matched the bra.

A delicate black lace garter belt encircles her slender waist, its body connected by fine black lace ribbons and adorned with a small, exquisite metal buckle in the center—a design both retro and sexy. Below the garter belt is a pair of black lace panties, edged with lace trim echoing the bra; the fabric is thin and semi-transparent, subtly revealing the outline of her private parts.

What's most eye-catching is the pair of black stockings that cover her legs.

The stockings are made of a semi-transparent material, as light and thin as a cicada's wing, clinging tightly to every inch of the leg skin, extending from the upper thigh to the slender ankle. The stockings perfectly outline the smooth, powerful curves of Ren Dong's legs, honed by long training and combat. The feet are open-toed, with ten long, neatly trimmed toes and clean-cut nails, devoid of any embellishment, yet exuding a natural and healthy sexiness. The black stockings create a striking visual contrast with the fair instep and pale pink toenails.

The "Honeysuckle" in the mirror turned around, facing sideways, admiring the curves of her side and back. Her buttocks appeared full and perky, outlined by black lace panties and garter stockings, with an amazing waist-to-hip ratio.

“I never expected… I really never expected…” she murmured to herself, her voice filled with the excitement of discovering a treasure. “Kal’tsit’s right-hand woman, a top assassin, Lily of the Valley’s mother… she actually wears something like this in private… hmm…”

Her hand involuntarily went to her chest, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts through the delicate lace. The touch was full and elastic, and the nipples quickly hardened under the friction of the lace, revealing two clear little points.

A strange, intense heat surged from deep within my lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout my body.

"Haa..." Honeysuckle couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her amber-gold eyes filled with even stronger desire. The feeling came so suddenly, so overwhelmingly, that it almost instantly overwhelmed the novelty of her successful possession, replacing it with an intense, physical hunger that desperately needed to be released.

"Is it because...the working hours are too long? The pressure is too great? It's been too long since I...released?" She thought haphazardly, trying to find a reason for the body's sudden, intense reaction. Fragments of memories belonging to Honeysuckle began to flood in—the high-intensity work, the tense nerves, the occasional fatigue and emptiness when alone, and those deeply suppressed physiological needs that she herself might not even be clearly aware of...

These fragments of memory merged perfectly with the lust of the Doctor's split soul that now occupied his body, forming an even more twisted and intense desire.

“I need to… release… right now…” she gasped, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the wardrobe against the wall.

Almost instinctively, she walked over and opened the wardrobe door. Inside, honeysuckle's various clothes were neatly hung, mostly combat uniforms for ease of movement and formal suits. But in an inconspicuous corner on the inside of the wardrobe, she discovered a small, locked drawer.

The memory of "Honeysuckle" provided the key to unlocking the drawer—a spare key hidden behind the dressing table mirror. After easily opening the drawer, the contents inside made "her" gasp for breath again.

Two realistic-looking dildos of different sizes, with lifelike textures and bumps on their surfaces. A small, pink vibrating egg, and a small, unopened bottle of lubricant. Everything is neatly arranged, but clearly shows signs of use.

“Ha…haha…” “Honeysuckle” picked up the slightly smaller dildo, weighed it in her hand, and her amber-gold eyes almost spit fire. “As expected…even the hardest exterior hides a female body that needs to be soothed…”

She suddenly turned her head to look at the Doctor herself, who had been standing quietly in the center of the room, appreciating everything, and at "Lily of the Valley," who was leaning against the door with a playful smile on her face.

The heat had turned into a burning agony, and a distinct emptiness and wetness emanated from my lower body. The crotch of my black lace panties was probably already damp.

“What are you waiting for…” “Honeysuckle”’s voice was hoarse and seductive. Holding the realistic dildo, she walked step by step toward the Doctor’s body, while her other hand eagerly unhooked the front of her black lace bra.

With a soft click, the restraints were released.

Two plump, snow-white breasts sprang out instantly, completely exposed to the air. The areolas were a pale pink, not large, but the nipples were already hard and engorged with blood, like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

"What are you looking at..." She licked her dry lips, her eyes glazed as she stared at the Doctor's body. "This thirsty female flesh... was awakened by your bracelet... Shouldn't you... be responsible for filling it?"

The cold, aloof face of honeysuckle now revealed an almost obsessive longing that was completely out of character for her. This **** contrast was more arousing than any direct provocation.

The flames of desire burned silently in the room, reducing reason and morality to ashes. The Doctor—or rather, the consciousness currently in control of this decadent feast—gesturped the direction of the bedroom with his eyes. Without a word, the two split souls occupying the bodies of Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley understood, and, almost supporting or rather, abducting the Doctor's main body, led him to the large double bed.

The bed sheets were clean, off-white, but now they were about to become the most obscene stage.

The Doctor was gently pushed down to the center of the bed. He leaned against the headboard, looking at the "mother and daughter" before him, whose blood and souls had been utterly defiled by him. The split soul possessing Honeysuckle's body climbed onto the bed first, kneeling beside him, its amber-gold eyes burning with a fiery desire that contrasted sharply with its cold and beautiful face. "Lily of the Valley" approached from the other side, her long golden hair brushing against the Doctor's arm, her green eyes gleaming with a light that was a mixture of innocence and evil.

“Now,” the doctor began, his voice deep and authoritative, “forget those code names, forget your identities. Honeysuckle, you are my wife. Lily of the Valley, you are my daughter. And I am your husband, your father. Understand?”

“Understood… my lord.” “Honeysuckle” responded immediately in her magnetic voice, even nuzzling her face against the doctor’s palm like a tamed female animal. Her breasts, beneath her black lace bra, swayed slightly with the movement.

“Mmm… Daddy.” “Lily of the Valley”’s voice was even sweeter. She even imitated how the real Lily of the Valley used to act coquettishly in her memory, and gently hugged the doctor’s arm.

“Very good.” The doctor smiled with satisfaction. He reached into Honeysuckle’s drawer and picked up the “toys” he had found there—the smaller dildo and the pink vibrating egg.

He first turned on the vibrator, set it to the lowest setting, and a soft buzzing sound immediately filled the quiet room. Then, under Honeysuckle's expectant gaze, he pressed the vibrator directly onto her clitoris through her already soaked black lace panties.

"Ugh...!" Honeysuckle's body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed groan. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, tensed instantly, her toes curling up in the open-toe design. Beneath the semi-transparent stockings, the subtle twitching of the inner thigh muscles was clearly visible.

The doctor didn't stop; he handed the dildo to "Lily of the Valley." "Good girl, help your 'mother'."

"Lily of the Valley" took the cold dildo, a smile of mixed curiosity and malice on her face. She crawled between "Honeysuckle's" parted legs, and without any foreplay, pressed the head of the dildo against the already wet crotch of the black lace panties, then thrust it forward forcefully—

"Ah—!!" A louder groan burst from "Honeysuckle's" mouth. The realistic dildo roughly **** open the slippery opening and slid in completely. Even through the fabric of her panties, the feeling of being forcibly filled by a foreign object was crystal clear. "Lily of the Valley" began to move the dildo in and out, mimicking the movements of sexual intercourse. Each thrust brought out more sticky love fluid, soaking the crotch of her black lace panties into a dark color, even seeping through and leaving winding watermarks on her black stockings.

The doctor himself bent down and began kissing and nibbling at "Honeysuckle's" exposed neck and collarbone, leaving behind red marks. His hands were not idle either; one hand continued to **** her sensitive clitoris with the vibrator, while the other hand reached for "Lily of the Valley" beside him, lifting the hem of her white dress and directly probing between her wet legs. His fingers skillfully found the already erect clitoris and began to rub it rapidly.

"Ah... Daddy... Fingers... So good..." "Lily of the Valley" gasped as she thrust the dildo in and out, her body swaying slightly with the doctor's finger movements. The crotch of her white pantyhose quickly became soaked and transparent, clinging tightly to her pink labia.

But "Lily of the Valley's" gaze involuntarily fell upon "Honeysuckle's" pair of snow-white, full breasts, which heaved violently with her panting. The nipples were an alluring pale pink, erect with excitement. An absurd and immoral thought suddenly intruded into the mind of the split soul occupying this girl's body.

She released her grip on the dildo, but it remained half-inserted inside Honeysuckle. Suddenly, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took one of Honeysuckle's nipples into her mouth.

"Huh?! Lisa...you..." Honeysuckle gasped, her amber-gold eyes widening.

But "Lily of the Valley" ignored her. Instead of gently sucking, she nibbled at the tender nipple with a tentative, even somewhat rough, motion, gently grinding it with her teeth while sucking hard.

Miraculously, a slightly sweet, warm liquid actually overflowed from the nipple and flowed into "Lily of the Valley's" mouth.

"There really is... milk...?" "Lily of the Valley" released her mouth, looking at the pale white, thin milk seeping out from the nipple that had been bitten and turned red, slowly flowing down the snow-white flesh.

This discovery stunned the split soul that possessed "Honeysuckle's" body. Immediately, an even stronger sense of excitement, a mixture of maternal instinct and obscene desire, swept over her. She reached out and roughly pressed "Lily of the Valley's" head back against her chest, forcing her face back onto her chest.

“Drink…drink it down…my daughter…” “Honeysuckle’s” voice was hoarse and trembling, with a morbid tenderness, “Mom…feed you…”

"Lily of the Valley" obediently took it in again and began to suckle rhythmically and earnestly. The sounds of sucking filled the room, mingling with the buzzing of the vibrating egg and the wet sounds of the dildo thrusting in and out. Pale white milk was continuously sucked out, some of it overflowing from the corners of "Lily of the Valley's" mouth, mixing with her own saliva, and dripping onto "Honeysuckle's" chest and the sheets.

The doctor watched this scene with a dark look in his eyes. He leaned over and took "Honeysuckle's" other breast into his mouth, mimicking "Lily of the Valley's" actions, sucking hard. Another stream of warm milk flowed into his mouth, carrying a faint, sweet, and slightly fishy taste.

"Ah...ah...husband...daughter...both...both suckling my milk..." Honeysuckle tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, her amber eyes completely overwhelmed by the glistening light of lust. The vibrating egg continued to vibrate on her clitoris, the dildo was still inserted inside her, and the two most important people were simultaneously suckling her breast milk... This ****, incestuous stimulation, filled with maternal devotion and carnal pleasure, pushed her to the brink of madness.

She could feel the tingling sensation of her breast milk being sucked out, the pleasure of her genitals being filled and stimulated by toys, and even more so, a psychological, utterly depraved excitement. As a mother, she was breastfeeding her adult daughter and husband; as a cold-blooded assassin, she was being treated so lewdly… These contradictory images collided and merged in her mind.

"No... I'm... I'm going to... my uterus... my brain... this feeling is going to destroy me...!" she moaned intermittently, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Her legs, encased in black stockings, clenched tightly together, then relaxed weakly, her toes spasming and curling at the tips of the open-toed stockings. The dildo inserted inside her was slightly deformed by the contracting vaginal muscles, emitting a faint sound of strain.

The doctor sensed her tipping point and suddenly turned the vibrator up to the highest setting!

"Eee-yaa ...

A piercing, distorted scream escaped from the depths of "Honeysuckle's" throat. Her entire body tensed instantly, her waist arching in a startling curve, her snow-white abdomen convulsing violently. Large gushes of warm, lustful fluid mixed with a small amount of incontinent urine gushed violently from the opening blocked by the dildo and lace panties, completely soaking the black lace panties, the lower edge of the garter belt, and the large sections of stockings at the base of her thighs. The dark stains spread rapidly, reflecting a lewd, wet sheen under the light. Her breasts also swayed violently with the spasms of orgasm, more milk spraying from her swollen, sucked nipples, splashing onto "Lily of the Valley" and the Doctor's faces and lips.

The afterglow of the climax was long and intense. "Honeysuckle" lay limp on the bed, her chest heaving violently, her eyes unfocused, only her body still twitching slightly. The air was filled with the sweet, fishy smell of breast milk, the musky smell of vaginal fluid, and a very faint odor of urine.

The doctor slowly straightened up, licking the mixture of milk and sweat from the corner of his mouth. He looked at "Lily of the Valley," who had just recovered from the lewd act of breastfeeding, her green eyes shining brightly.

"Orgasmed? What a sensitive 'mother'." The doctor chuckled, reaching out to turn off the vibrating egg that was still slightly vibrating inside "Honeysuckle," then pinching the wet dildo and slowly pulling it out from between her disheveled legs. The accompanying love fluid stretched into sticky threads, dripping onto the sheets.

He got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and opened it again. His gaze swept over the clothes hanging inside, finally settling on two neatly folded maid outfits—one predominantly white, the other predominantly black. These were clearly purchased privately by Ren Dong, perhaps for some unspeakable role-playing, but now they were the most suitable costumes.

"Get up," he said to the two limp figures on the bed. "Take off these dirty clothes and put on new ones."

Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley struggled to sit up and obediently began to remove their clothes, which were soaked and mangled by various bodily fluids. A black lace bra and wet panties were thrown on the ground, and black stockings stained with breast milk, saliva, and sweat were slowly rolled down, revealing fair skin flushed with desire. Their white dress and wet white pantyhose were also removed, revealing the young girls' bodies, similarly covered in marks.

Two maid outfits were taken from the depths of the wardrobe, carrying a faint, subtle fragrance belonging to Honeysuckle's private space. The clothes were carefully unfolded and laid flat on the bed, the delicate lace and fine fabric gleaming softly under the light.

"Lily of the Valley" was the first to pick up the predominantly white maid outfit. She first put on the light blue headband, the white lace at the edge gently brushing her forehead, complementing her long, golden hair. Next, she put on the black long-sleeved dress, the fabric clinging to her body and outlining the girl's slender yet already developing curves. White lace trim at the neckline framed her fair neck, and the black bow at her chest swayed gently with her movements. She tied on a white apron, its edges also decorated with delicate lace, the small blue badge in the center standing out against the pure white background. Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed, carefully rolling up her white stockings, the tops neatly positioned at mid-thigh, the silky texture of the stockings clinging to her long, straight legs. She put on her little black leather shoes, tied the laces, and looked completely refreshed—pure, neat, like a well-behaved maid who had stepped out of a classical painting. However, the light shining deep in her green eyes was incompatible with the pure and devoted spirit represented by her attire.

"Honeysuckle" changed into her predominantly black maid outfit. She first placed a white maid's headdress over her long, deep-gold hair, the lace of the headdress creating a strange contrast with her cold, beautiful face. The black long-sleeved maid outfit clung tightly to her mature, voluptuous upper body, the white lace trim at the neckline contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. A red bow tie at the chest added a touch of vibrancy, and a black belt cinched her slender waist. For her lower body, she wore only matching black lace panties; the thin, semi-transparent fabric offered almost nothing. Then, she slowly rolled up her black over-the-knee stockings, the delicate lace trim at the top clinging tightly to her mid-thighs, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin. The semi-transparent black stockings perfectly showcased the smooth, powerful lines of her legs. She was barefoot, her feet resting on the soft carpet, her toes long and neatly manicured.

The two women, now dressed, stood by the bed, one in white, one in black, one innocent, one aloof, both clad in maid outfits symbolizing service and obedience. The doctor's gaze slowly swept over them, and he nodded in satisfaction. The sheets still bore the dampness, milk stains, and faint scent of bodily fluids from their previous intense lovemaking, creating a lewd contrast with their newly transformed and exquisite attire.

"Get back into bed," the doctor commanded, leaning against the headboard himself.

"Yes, my husband/father," they both answered in unison, their voices carrying a deliberate air of submissiveness mixed with a barely perceptible excitement. They climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of the doctor.

The doctor reached out and gently stroked "Lily of the Valley's" thigh, which was clad in white stockings. Beneath the silky touch lay the girl's firm skin. "My dear daughter... today, Daddy is going to give you a 'coming-of-age ceremony'."

"Lily of the Valley" trembled slightly, her green eyes lifting to reveal a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of the body's primal fear. "Daddy...is going to...?"

“Use Daddy’s here,” the doctor guided her hand to his already erect, thick, hard penis, “to enter you…” His other hand lifted her skirt, pressing against her slightly raised, already somewhat moist vulva through her thin white lace panties. “…My little lily of the valley, are you still a virgin?”

"Hmm..." "Lily of the Valley" bit her lower lip, nodded, and blushed. In the real Lily of the Valley's memories, there was indeed no experience of being violated, only some vague, self-soothing fragments. At this moment, this body, under the control of the split soul, was **** to actively welcome the pain of deflowering.

“Don’t be afraid, Daddy will be gentle.” The doctor’s voice was coaxing, but his actions left no room for argument. He had “Lily of the Valley” straddle his lap, facing him. The hem of her white apron hung down, partially obscuring their genitals. He held her waist, his other hand slipping under her skirt and pulling down the obstructive white lace panties. The slippery sensation was immediate; the girl’s honeypot was already prepared, dripping with love juice.

The large glans pressed against the tightly closed, pink opening that had never been explored before. The doctor could feel the tender flesh contracting nervously.

“Dad… is coming in…” “Lily of the Valley” gasped, her hands on the Doctor’s chest, her body leaning slightly forward. This position caused her long golden hair to fall down, brushing against the Doctor’s cheek.

"Hmm... go in, Daddy... turn the lily of the valley... into Daddy's..." She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

The doctor used his abdominal muscles to slowly push upwards.

"Ugh—!!" The sharp pain made "Lily of the Valley" tense up instantly, her nails digging unconsciously into the Doctor's chest. A thin but tough barrier was forcibly breached, accompanied by a slight, almost inaudible tearing sound. Bright red blood mixed with more love fluid seeped from the tightly joined parts, staining the base of the Doctor's penis and also staining the inside of the white garter stocking between "Lily of the Valley's" legs.

The doctor paused, feeling the unprecedented tightness of the vaginal walls and the slightly spasming, tender flesh after the deflowering. Then, he began to slowly thrust in and out, each stroke bringing out more blood and vaginal fluid, leaving the area between them a mess. The white stockings were quickly stained with red spots, creating a shocking contrast with their original whiteness.

"Ah... Daddy... It's so big... Inside... It's being stretched open... It hurts... But... It feels so good..." "Lily of the Valley" moaned intermittently. After the initial excruciating pain, the pleasure brought by the full expansion and friction began to emerge, mixed with the pain of losing her virginity, forming a complex and intense stimulation. Her body gradually relaxed, and she began to instinctively sway her hips gently to the doctor's rhythm, the hem of her white apron and black dress rising and falling with her movements.

Meanwhile, "Honeysuckle" wasn't idle either. Kneeling beside the Doctor, her amber eyes fixed on the scene of her "daughter" being violated by her father, her breathing rapid. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her maid outfit, revealing her full, snow-white breasts. Her nipples were erect with excitement. She grabbed one breast with one hand, kneading and squeezing it forcefully; pale milk immediately seeped from the nipple and flowed down the flesh. Her other hand reached between her legs, quickly rubbing her already soaked clitoris through her black lace panties and stockings.

“Husband…look…our daughter…is being deflowered by you…” “Honeysuckle’s” voice was hoarse and full of lust. She even brought her milk-stained fingers to the doctor’s lips. “And I…your wife…just watching this scene…my breasts are sore…and I’m all wet down there…ah…”

The doctor took her finger into his mouth, sucking away the milk on it, his gaze shifting back and forth between his "wife's" lewd masturbation and the sight of his "daughter" being defiled. This incestuous and immoral scene greatly stimulated his senses.

The doctor's thrusts gradually quickened and intensified, his thick penis fiercely exploring the tight, newly entered passage of "Lily of the Valley." Each penetration reached the very core of her being, the glans slamming heavily against her tender cervix, bringing waves of strange, tingling pleasure. The fresh blood from her deflowering mingled with the copious secretions of her love juice, turning into pink foam during the intense friction. It was constantly squeezed out from their tightly joined bodies, making lewd "splish-splish" sounds, leaving a mess of "Lily of the Valley's" white stockings, the doctor's pubic hair, and his lower abdomen.

“Ah…Daddy…it’s all the way in…” “Lily of the Valley” tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, her long golden hair swaying with the swaying of her body. Her green eyes were shimmering with tears, the original pain now overwhelmed by a surge of pleasure, leaving only a fervent desire. “Lily of the Valley…my little hole…is being filled so full by Daddy’s big cock…my cervix…is being pushed open…ah…it’s going to…break…”

Her hands, no longer bracing themselves against the doctor's chest, now tightly embraced his neck, her body rising and falling more closely, actively swallowing and releasing that thick, menacing weapon. The hems of her white apron and black dress were lifted higher by the vigorous movements, revealing more of her white stockings stained with blood and love fluid. Her fox ears twitched sensitively, and her nine bushy tails stretched out uncontrollably, some even unconsciously wrapping around the doctor's arms and waist.

“Yes…that’s it…my good daughter…” The doctor panted, one hand tightly gripping “Lily of the Valley”’s slender waist, helping her sit down more forcefully so that his penis could penetrate deeper, while the other hand reached for “Honeysuckle”, who was already aroused beside him.

“Wife… your milk… is flowing everywhere…” The doctor’s fingers roughly kneaded “Honeysuckle”’s exposed breasts, his fingertips maliciously pinching and twisting the erect nipples, squeezing out more milk, which splashed onto “Honeysuckle”’s black maid outfit, as well as onto the doctor’s hands and “Lily of the Valley”’s back.

"Mmm...husband...harder...pinch harder...my breasts are so swollen...I need my husband...and daughter...to suckle..." "Honeysuckle" twisted her body to meet her, her amber-gold eyes filled with infatuation. She simply tore open her maid outfit top completely, exposing her pair of full, snow-white breasts to the air, her nipples red and erect, constantly oozing sweet milk. She grabbed the doctor's hand, guiding him to knead her breasts more forcefully, while her other hand moved faster between her legs. Through her black lace panties and stockings, one could clearly see the trajectory of her fingers rapidly tracing her clitoris, and the dark wet stains that quickly expanded in the crotch of her panties.

“Daddy… Lily of the Valley… Lily of the Valley wants to drink Mommy’s milk too…” “Lily of the Valley,” who was being vigorously penetrated, suddenly turned her head and said breathlessly, looking at “Honeysuckle’s” breasts that were constantly producing milk with a dazed look.

"Okay...okay...I'll give it all to you..." Honeysuckle stammered excitedly, offering one breast to Lily of the Valley's lips. Lily of the Valley immediately took it in like a hungry cub, sucking hard, the sounds of sucking mingling with the wet sounds of genital intercourse, and the moans and gasps of breath. The Doctor also lowered his head and took the other nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking the sweet milk.

"Ah...at the same time...being breastfed by my husband and daughter...down there...down there too..." "Honeysuckle" reached a new peak of excitement. She spread her legs wide, her fingers tearing open her already soaked black lace panties, inserting two fingers directly into her equally eager and contracting vagina, quickly digging and probing. "See...husband...daughter...Mommy's cunt...also wants...want a big cock...haa..."

Centered around the Doctor, the three formed an incredibly lewd connection. The Doctor thrust into "Lily of the Valley's" tight, wet virgin vagina, while "Lily of the Valley" endured her father's violation and suckled her mother's milk, and "Honeysuckle" breastfed her husband and daughter while frantically masturbating. Bodily fluids—semen, vaginal fluid, breast milk, sweat—mixed and stained the exquisite maid's outfit, the sheets, and their own bodies.

Under the dual stimulation, the doctor quickly reached his limit. "I'm going to cum...cum for my daughter...cum into your womb!" he roared, his hips thrusting violently, pressing his penis deep into the heart of "Lily of the Valley's" flower, and hot, thick semen erupted violently, all of it pouring into the tender womb that had just been deflowered and still had minor tears.

"Eek—!! Daddy… Daddy's semen… It's so hot… It's filling… Filling… Lily's womb… It's filled with Daddy's semen… Ah!!!" Lily reached her climax simultaneously, her vagina spasming and tightening violently, sucking tightly on the ejaculating penis. A stream of warm love fluid gushed from her body, mixing with the injected semen. Completely exhausted, she collapsed into the doctor's arms, only her lower abdomen still twitching slightly.

The doctor, panting, slowly withdrew his semi-erect penis, bringing with him a large amount of thick, white semen mixed with vaginal fluid and blood, which dripped onto the bed sheet and onto the messy white stockings between "Lily of the Valley's" legs.

The doctor's penis, still semi-erect after ejaculating, was covered in a mixture of blood and vaginal fluid, slowly sliding out of "Lily of the Valley's" wet vagina. He panted, leaning against the headboard, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him, and was about to say something to end this frenzied feast.

But honeysuckle and lily of the valley clearly think differently.

"Husband...do you want to rest after you've ejaculated?" "Honeysuckle's" amber eyes gleamed with dissatisfaction. She crawled over on her knees, her tongue lolling out, like the lowest bitch, meticulously licking and cleaning the doctor's penis, still smeared with the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. Her tongue was agile and greedy, leaving no inch untouched, from the glans to the base, from the coronal sulcus to the testicles, scooping up the mixture of white fluid, blood, and vaginal discharge, swallowing it all. A few sparse, pale golden pubic hairs belonging to "Lily of the Valley," fallen from the intense intercourse, now clung to the doctor's pubic hair and skin. "Honeysuckle" carefully licked them up with the tip of her tongue, held them in her mouth, and then slowly swallowed them in front of the doctor.

“Daddy’s semen…it tastes so good…” “Lily of the Valley” also came closer. Her body, still trembling slightly from her recent orgasm, was covered in a mess of white stockings and skin. But the hunger in her green eyes had not diminished at all. She imitated “Honeysuckle” and lowered her head, joining in the cleaning with her small tongue, focusing on licking the thicker semen mixed with her own blood from her first time at the base of the doctor’s penis.

The doctor became hard again from their licking. His penis quickly regained its vigor under the caress of the two wet, hot tongues, even thicker and harder than before.

“It seems… ‘Mom’ and ‘Daughter’… aren’t quite full yet,” the doctor said hoarsely, his desire reignited.

Honeysuckle raised her head, a mixture of white fluid and blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth. She smiled alluringly, cupping her breasts, now fuller and more swollen from breastfeeding and kneading, between her hands, and nestled the Doctor's newly erect penis deep into her cleavage. The black maid outfit, the white flesh, and the swollen nipples together created a warm and tight "breast cavity."

“Husband…use your wife’s breasts…to serve you…” “Honeysuckle” began to sway her body up and down, rubbing and squeezing the thick, hard penis with her soft breasts. Milk seeped out from her nipples due to the squeezing, mixing with the previous bodily fluids, making the penis incredibly slippery, and producing a lewd “gurgling” sound.

At the same time, "Lily of the Valley" climbed behind the professor, hugged him from behind, and reached her hands around to the front to knead "Honeysuckle's" other breast, which was shaking violently from the masturbation. She then lowered her head again to suckle the nipple. "Mmm... Mommy's milk... and Daddy's semen taste mixed together... so good..."

The doctor reveled in the pleasure of being attacked from both ends, his hands not idle either. He raised his hand and precisely pinched the base of Honeysuckle's fluffy fox ears on its head—an extremely sensitive area.

"Ahhh—!" Honeysuckle's body trembled violently, her movements during the breast-playing became erratic, and her amber-gold eyes instantly welled up with tears. More milk uncontrollably spurted from her suckling and kneading nipples. "Husband...don't...don't pinch my ears...they're too sensitive...I'll...I'll lose control of my bladder..."

But the doctor didn't let go. Instead, he gently scratched the softer downy hairs on the inside of her ear with his fingertips. Honeysuckle's body trembled even more violently, her legs clamped tightly together, the muscles on the inside of her thighs, encased in black stockings, tensed up, and a warm liquid actually gushed out from between her legs, soaking the stockings and sheets—she had actually reached a small orgasm because her ears were being played with.

The doctor then turned to "Lily of the Valley" behind him, ran his fingers through her golden hair, found the same fluffy fox ears that belonged to a young girl, and did the same.

"Ugh! Daddy... my ears... no... Lily of the Valley is going to... go too...!" Lily of the Valley's moan immediately turned into a sob, her body limply lying on the doctor's back, a gush of love fluid gushing from her vagina, flowing down her thighs, mixing with the dried blood and semen between her legs.

The intense pleasure from playing with their ears fueled a deeper longing in both mother and daughter. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with the same desire.

“My turn…” “Lily of the Valley” gasped, crawling away from the Doctor’s back, then pushing him to lie down. She straddled him, aligning his now-erect penis with her newly deflowered, still swollen vagina, and slowly sat down, letting the large glans stretch the tender flesh again, reaching deep inside. “Daddy… Lily of the Valley’s vagina… still wants to… eat Daddy’s big cock…”

She began to move up and down, her movements somewhat clumsy but full of passion. Each time she sat down, she tried her best to swallow the entire penis, letting the glans hit her cervix. The subtle pain at the point of deflowering mixed with the feeling of fullness and impact, causing her to continuously emit sweet moans.

Honeysuckle then lay on top of the Doctor, facing him, pressing her wet, genitals, soaked with love juice and urine, against his face. "Husband...try...the taste of your wife's horny cunt...lick it with your tongue..."

The doctor was **** to open his mouth, his tongue probing into Honeysuckle's already muddy opening, tasting the mixture of bodily fluids. His hands, meanwhile, grasped the base of Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley's fluffy fox tails, kneading and pulling them forcefully.

"Ahhh! The tail... the base of the tail... no... this is too stimulating...!"

"Daddy... don't pull Lily of the Valley's tail... I'm... I'm going crazy...!"

The tail is a more sensitive part than the ears. The doctor's manipulation almost instantly drove both of them to collapse. "Lily of the Valley" convulsed violently during her orgasm, her vagina tightly gripping the doctor's penis, and a large amount of love juice gushed out. "Honeysuckle" also reached her orgasm, her juices splashing directly onto the doctor's face. She collapsed, but quickly struggled to her feet, replacing the exhausted "Lily of the Valley" after her orgasm, and sat on the still erect penis herself.

"Honeysuckle" straddled the Doctor, greedily swallowing and spitting out his thick, long penis with her mature, plump, and fleshy buttocks. She kneaded her plump, mature breasts forcefully with both hands, causing milk to spray like a small fountain, some landing on the Doctor's chest, and some on her own face and the face of "Lily of the Valley" beside her. "Husband...look...your wife's plump, slutty cunt...is desperately trying to extract your semen...❤ Inside...inside it's filled to the brim by your big cock...my cervix...ah...my cervix is ​​being **** open...I want...I want my husband to shoot all his thick semen...into my uterus...so that this lowly cunt...can bear my husband's child..."

"Lily of the Valley" crawled over and hugged the Doctor from the side, clamping his arm between her slender legs clad in white stockings. She then brought her face close to his ear and began to lewdly seduce him in a sweet, seductive voice: "Daddy...Daddy's big cock...is making Mommy's little hole...plop plop...❤ Lily of the Valley's little hole...was just deflowered by Daddy...and is still flowing with Daddy's semen and Lily of the Valley's blood...it feels so good...but it's not enough...Daddy...give Lily of the Valley and Mommy more...fill us up...let our two lowly female bodies...become Daddy's semen pots...okay, please..."

As she spoke, she reached out and grasped the doctor's free hand, guiding it to stroke her flat stomach. "Daddy's semen...so much of it just came in...Lily's uterus...feels warm...full...as if it's already filled with Daddy's semen...❤ But...but I want more...I want Daddy to fill Mommy up too...so that we, mother and daughter, can be...soaked in Daddy's semen together...and conceive Daddy's child together...❤"

The doctor was caught in a pincer attack, the alternating lewd whispers of the mother and daughter stimulating his ears, his body tightly entwined and drained by two thirsty female bodies. He felt his ejaculation threshold loosening, but "Honeysuckle" and "Lily of the Valley" were clearly not satisfied with just one ejaculation.

Noticing the Doctor's trembling, "Honeysuckle" immediately increased her riding speed, each time she sat down, her penis thrusting deep into his core, her snow-white buttocks slapping against his groin with a crisp "slap, slap" sound. She leaned down, pressing her milk-soaked breasts against the Doctor's face, almost suffocating him. "Shoot...husband...shoot quickly...shoot all your...dirty...thick semen...into your wife's womb...let this mature cunt of flesh, long deserving of being thoroughly defiled by her husband...filled with your seed...❤ Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming again...being penetrated by my husband's big cock...listening to my daughter's lewd words...I'm going to climax...ahhh!!!"

As "Honeysuckle" reached her climax, her vagina contracted violently, sucking on the doctor's glans like countless tiny mouths. The doctor finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a low growl as his thick, hot semen gushed forth again, pouring deep into "Honeysuckle's" uterus.

"He ejaculated... my husband ejaculated... so much... so hot... it poured in... my uterus feels so good from the heat... ❤" Honeysuckle went limp, but her vagina was still involuntarily contracting, squeezing out the last of her semen.

However, no sooner had the doctor finished ejaculating than "Lily of the Valley" took her mother's place. She straddled him, taking her father's semi-erect penis back into her newly deflowered, still swollen and painful vagina. "Daddy...it's Lily of the Valley's turn...Lily of the Valley wants...want Daddy's semen too..."

She began to awkwardly but earnestly sway her hips up and down, her hands resting on the doctor's chest, her long golden hair swaying with the movements. Her white stockings were already stained with various bodily fluids, becoming filthy, and there were even a few pale golden pubic hairs that had fallen out of her own clinging to the tops of the stockings.

Although "Honeysuckle" had just climaxed, the hunger in her body hadn't lessened at all. She lay down next to the doctor, one hand continuing to knead her lactating breasts, while the other hand reached between his legs, playing with his testicles with her fingers, all the while whispering in his ear: "Husband...look at our daughter...how greedy she is...just deflowered by her father...and she's already eager to drink his semen...❤ Her pussy...so tight...so tender...it feels so good gripping your penis...isn't it more exciting for you than your mother's cunt?❤ Ah...I'm so excited too...watching my daughter being violated by her husband...my breasts are milking again...and I'm wet down there...husband...after you've satisfied our daughter...then come and satisfy me, okay?...we, mother and daughter...tonight we'll drink all of your semen...not a single drop left...❤"

The doctor's penis, inside "Lily of the Valley's" tight, wet first menstrual passage, was stimulated by the afterglow of her orgasm and the girl's inexperienced yet passionate swallowing and thrusting. Miraculously, it didn't completely soften. Instead, under the dual stimulation of his daughter's warm body cavity and his wife's lewd teasing, it slowly rose and hardened again. "Lily of the Valley" felt the change in the huge thing beneath her and let out a surprised whimper, moving her hips even more vigorously, letting the thick glans scrape against the most sensitive spot on her tender uterine wall time and time again.

“Ah…Daddy…it’s gotten bigger again…inside Lily of the Valley…it feels so full…❤” She tilted her head back, golden hair clinging to her sweaty neck, her green eyes glistening with tears, her fox ears trembling with pleasure. “Lily of the Valley’s inside…is stretched wide open by Daddy…the place that was torn earlier…still hurts a little…but…but it feels so good…Daddy, a little harder…push all the way in…open up Lily of the Valley’s uterus…okay…❤”

As she spoke, she placed her hands on the sheets on either side of the doctor's head, leaned forward, and offered her breasts—though not as full as her mother's, they were still beautifully shaped, firm, and soft—to the doctor's lips. The neckline of her white maid outfit had already been torn open in the earlier commotion, and her black lace bra was askew, revealing most of her snow-white breasts and pink nipples. "Daddy... have some of Lily of the Valley's too... Lily of the Valley's breasts may be small... but... but I want to give them to Daddy too...❤"

The doctor opened his mouth and took one of the small nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and gently nibbling at it with his teeth. The other nipple was captured by "Honeysuckle's" lips and tongue. The mature and beautiful mother and the pure and innocent daughter were now offering their breasts to the same man for suckling. While sucking on her daughter's other nipple, "Honeysuckle" continued to caress the doctor's scrotum with her free hand, her fingertips even tentatively pressing lightly on his perineum.

"Mmm... Mom... Dad... sucking on Lily's nipples at the same time... It's so strange... but... it feels so good...❤" Lily's body trembled violently. Her body, experiencing sex for the first time, was incredibly sensitive, and under the double stimulation, she quickly approached the edge of orgasm. Her vagina began to spasm and contract uncontrollably, and vaginal fluid gushed out, mixing with the remaining semen and blood, making the white stockings between their legs and the doctor's pubic hair even more muddy. A few pale golden pubic hairs, belonging to her, were stuck to the base of the doctor's penis and the inside of his thighs by the sticky fluid, swaying slightly with the thrusting movements.

"I'm...I'm going to come...Daddy...Lily is going to come...Being penetrated by Daddy...Being sucked on by Mommy...Lily is going to climax...Ahhh!!!" Amidst the girl's shrill cries, she reached her second climax, her vagina clenching and sucking violently, as if trying to squeeze out her father's penis and semen. The doctor groaned, stimulated by the tightness of her climax, his lower back tingling, and he almost ejaculated again.

Honeysuckle released her daughter's nipple at the opportune moment, then kissed the Doctor's lips, passing on the taste of her mouth mixed with milk and her daughter's bodily fluids. At the same time, her hand, which had been roaming between the Doctor's legs, began rhythmically stroking the base of his penis, efficiently extracting fluids in sync with the still-contracting vagina of Lily of the Valley after her orgasm. "Husband...our daughter...her orgasm...isn't it beautiful? Her little hole...is so tight...don't you want to ejaculate into her?...Your semen...has already been given to me...now...it should be saved for our daughter...right? Come...ejaculate into Lily of the Valley...ejaculate into our precious daughter's womb...so she can also conceive Daddy's child...❤"

Amidst his wife's seductive and provocative lewd words, and with his daughter's tight, still greedily sucking vagina after her orgasm, the doctor could no longer restrain himself. He roared, thrusting his hips upwards, driving his entire penis deep into the heart of "Lily of the Valley's" flower, and a second, hot, thick wave of semen erupted violently, pouring into the girl's newly deflowered, still tender uterus.

"Eee-ah!!! Daddy... shot again... so much... so hot... it's filling up... Lily's belly... is burning up... uterus... my uterus is filled with Daddy's semen... ahhh!! ❤" Lily was almost fainting from the impact of the internal ejaculation orgasm. Her body went limp and she collapsed onto the Doctor. Only her lower abdomen and vagina were still twitching. A trace of saliva mixed with pleasure and dazedness dripped from the corner of her mouth.

The doctor was panting heavily, feeling completely drained. However, "Honeysuckle" climbed up again. She parted her daughter's limp thighs, and aimed her wet, equally eager-to-be-filled vulva at the penis that had just ejaculated, yet was still tightly held by her daughter's vagina, covered in a mixture of bodily fluids, and slowly sat down.

“Mmm… my husband’s penis… just came out of my daughter’s little hole… still covered in my daughter’s blood and semen… and now… it’s going back into my cunt…❤” Honeysuckle sighed contentedly, her movements slow and deep. Her amber-gold eyes were fixed on the doctor, burning with an insatiable lust. “We, mother and daughter… will take turns… feeding our husband… and feeding ourselves… until dawn… Husband… you can’t escape… tonight… every drop of your semen… belongs to us…❤”

"Ah...ah...I can't...really...let's talk about it tomorrow..." The doctor gasped, his voice hoarse, feeling a dull ache in his lower back and abdomen. The repeated high-intensity ejaculations had almost drained his strength, and his consciousness was beginning to blur. He tried to push away "Honeysuckle," who was still undulating on top of him, but that mature and voluptuous female body was like the stickiest plaster, clinging to him tightly.

"Tomorrow?" Honeysuckle's amber-gold eyes gleamed eerily in the dim bedside lamplight. Instead of stopping, she lowered her hips even more forcefully, driving the Doctor's semi-erect penis, already ejaculated several times, deeper into her wet, warm, ripe vagina. Her hands rested on the Doctor's sweaty chest; her black maid outfit was completely open, revealing a pair of plump, snow-white breasts that swayed violently with each movement. Her nipples were swollen and erect, constantly oozing thin milk that dripped onto the Doctor's skin, mixing with sweat, semen, and other bodily fluids, emitting a lewd, sweet, and fishy smell. "Husband...it's not even dawn yet...Look, our daughter...is still hungry..."

"Lily of the Valley" was indeed still "hungry." She lay on her side next to the Doctor, one leg clad in a stained white stocking draped over his waist. One hand was probing between her legs, her fingers digging rapidly between her swollen labia and clitoris, while her other hand kneaded her small breast. Her green eyes were half-open, her cheeks flushed, her long golden hair clung to her sweaty forehead and neck, her fox ears drooped limply, and her tail swayed restlessly behind her. "Daddy... Lily of the Valley's little hole... feels so empty inside... all the semen you shot in... has flowed out... I want... I want to be filled by you again...❤" she moaned intermittently, her fingers drawing out more viscous love fluid, making the sheets and the area around her thighs even more messy. A few pale golden pubic hairs, her own, clung to her fair inner thighs and near her labia, trembling slightly with the movement of her fingers.

The doctor wanted to say something, but "Honeysuckle" leaned down and silenced his mouth with her lips. Her tongue forcefully pried open his teeth, passing over him a mixture of milk, saliva, and possibly some of the doctor's own semen that might have remained from their previous oral sex. At the same time, her hip movements became more intense, no longer a slow grinding motion, but a rapid and short up-and-down thrusting motion. Each lift almost caused the glans to leave the opening, and each slump down swallowed the entire shaft, causing the thick glans to slam hard against the already sore and open cervix.

"Ugh...mmm...!" The doctor was almost suffocating from the kiss. The pleasure from his lower body being squeezed and rubbed wildly by the tight, wet, mature female flesh mixed with the feeling of exhaustion and weakness, forming a kind of almost painful pleasure. He could feel his penis slowly becoming engorged and swollen again against his will under "Honeysuckle's" superb riding skills and tight sucking.

“Look…my husband’s…he’s still so energetic…” “Honeysuckle” released his lips, licked her mouth, her amber eyes filled with smugness and greed. She even reached to their joined genitals, using her fingers to part her wet labia, allowing the doctor a clearer view of how his penis moved in and out of her rosy, muddy opening, bringing out a large amount of white, foamy mixed fluid—residue from previous ejaculations, her own vaginal fluid, and a small amount of incontinent urine. “My husband’s semen…has made a complete mess of my cunt…every time it goes in…I can hear gurgling sounds…it’s all semen and vaginal fluid mixing…but it’s not enough…I want more…I want my husband to shoot all…all his semen…into my uterus…until it can’t hold any more…until it overflows from my opening…❤”

Her lewd words were like the most potent aphrodisiac, stimulating the Doctor's nerves. "Lily of the Valley" crawled over, embracing the Doctor from the side, and shoving her fingers, covered in love juice and semen, into his mouth. "Daddy...try it too...the taste of Lily of the Valley...mixed with Mommy's taste..." Her sweet voice whispered in the Doctor's ear, while her other hand grasped one of his hands, guiding it to stroke her flat stomach. "Daddy's semen...just now shot so much inside...Lily of the Valley's uterus...feels so full...like I'm getting pregnant...❤ Daddy...give Lily of the Valley a little more...fill Lily of the Valley's belly...until it's bulging, okay...like...like I'm carrying Daddy's little baby...❤"

The doctor's consciousness gradually dissipated under the double attack. His body's instincts began to overwhelm his rational resistance. Stimulated by "Honeysuckle's" increasingly rapid riding and "Lily of the Valley's" increasingly explicit lewd words, he felt the familiar, tingling sensation of semen surging up from his tailbone once again.

Honeysuckle keenly sensed the subtle changes in his body and immediately stopped her rapid movements, switching to a slow and deep grinding motion, pressing the head of her penis firmly against the cervix, gently rotating and grinding. "Are you going to cum? Husband...cum...cum all inside...cum into the deepest part of your wife's womb...let this lowly, ripe cunt...be completely filled with your semen...❤ Ah...I feel it...my husband's penis...is throbbing...I'm going to cum...cum inside me...ahhh!!!"

With a climax-like cry, the doctor also reached another, near-exhaustion-level ejaculation. Streams of scalding semen gushed out, impacting the walls of Honeysuckle's uterus. She could clearly feel the fullness of that scorching torrent flowing into the deepest part of her body, and she tilted her head back contentedly, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

However, after this ejaculation, the doctor's penis did not immediately soften. "Lily of the Valley" almost impatiently straddled him as soon as her mother left, aligning her equally eager vagina with the still hard penis covered in a mixture of bodily fluids, and slowly sat down.

"Dad...it's Lily of the Valley's turn...❤"

……

Time loses its meaning in the endless cycle of desire.

The sky outside the window gradually changed from the deepest inky black to a pale dawn, then to a soft orange-red. Inside the Rhodes Island landship, the constant lighting system also simulated the outside daylight, gradually becoming brighter.

On the large double bed, a scene of debauchery beyond description was unfolding.

The off-white sheets were completely soaked and stained with various bodily fluids. Large patches of dark, dried or semi-dried semen, vaginal fluid, breast milk, urine, and blood mingled together, forming an abstract and obscene map. A few strands of pale and dark gold fox fur clung to the damp sheets. The two exquisite maid outfits—one black and one white—were carelessly discarded at the foot of the bed, similarly covered in stains, the small blue badge on the white apron blurred and illegible.

In the center of the bed, three human figures are embracing each other in the most intimate and entangled posture, like a lewd "family portrait" frozen at the peak of desire.

The doctor lay supine at the bottom, eyes closed, face pale, breathing shallowly and evenly, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep due to **** physical exhaustion and loss of semen. His body was covered with hickeys, scratches, and teeth marks, and his chest and lower abdomen were still stained with a mixture of dried semen, breast milk, and saliva.

Honeysuckle lay on her side to his left, one arm draped over the doctor's chest, the other leg wrapped around his waist. Her long, deep golden hair was spread across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead and cheeks. Her amber eyes were closed, tiny teardrops seemingly still clinging to her long eyelashes (perhaps from her orgasm). Her cold, beautiful face bore a languid weariness born of **** satisfaction, yet the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream. Her black maid outfit was completely open, exposing her snow-white, plump breasts, the nipples swollen and red, still bearing traces of dried milk and saliva. Her black lace panties were nowhere to be seen, and the crotch of her black suspender stockings was torn open, revealing her swollen, slightly open vulva, slowly leaking a thick, white, cloudy liquid. The liquid clearly contained a large amount of fresh semen, which was slowly flowing down her inner thighs and stockings, accumulating in a small puddle on the sheets. The fox tail behind her drooped limply at her sides, the fur at the tip of the tail somewhat disheveled.

"Lily of the Valley" curled up to the Doctor's right, like a small animal seeking shelter, almost entirely nestled in his arms. Her long, golden hair was also disheveled, with a light blue ribbon hanging askew on her head. Her green eyes were tightly closed, and her cheeks still bore the lingering flush. Her white maid dress was wrinkled, the hem rolled up to her waist, revealing white stockings underneath, also torn at the crotch and stained with various stains. Her tender body was also covered with marks, especially between her legs, where her swollen labia were slightly everted, the opening unable to close, slowly oozing a large amount of cloudy white fluid, a mixture of her own love juice and her father's semen, making her inner thighs and the sheets a muddy mess. Her flat stomach even appeared slightly unnaturally bulging, as if it had truly been temporarily filled with an excessive amount of semen. Her fox ears lay softly against her head, and her nine fluffy tails, like blankets, were partially covering herself and draped over the Doctor and "Honeysuckle".

Morning light streamed softly through the simulated window, bathing the still, decadent scene in a sensual glow. The air was thick with the pungent, almost overwhelming scent of post-coital debauchery—the pungent smell of semen, the slightly acidic scent of vaginal fluid, the sweetness of breast milk, the salty tang of sweat, and a faint hint of blood and urine, all mixed together.

Everything fell silent, with only the three people's even, tired breathing.

Until the Rhode Island internal broadcast system promptly played soft morning wake-up music and the AI ​​assistant's announcement:

"Good morning, Rhodes Island operators. It is now 7:00 AM standard time. Today's shipboard weather simulation is sunny with some clouds and moderate temperatures. Please begin your day's work and training in an orderly manner. Have a pleasant day."

"Honeysuckle" on the bed twitched slightly, her amber-gold eyes slowly opening a crack, still shimmering with the moisture of desire and weariness. It seemed to take her a moment to realize where she was and what had happened. She looked down at her disheveled body, then at the **** doctor and her daughter beside her, and the languid smile on her lips deepened.

She gently shifted her body, leaned close to the doctor's ear, and whispered in a husky, satisfied, and magnetic voice:

"My dear husband, thank you for your hospitality last night. ❤"

Then, she closed her eyes again and buried her face in the doctor's neck, as if to savor a few more moments of this immoral yet sweet aftertaste in the lewd scent and warm embrace.

Meanwhile, "Lily of the Valley" let out a soft moan unconsciously amidst the broadcast, snuggling even closer into the doctor's arms, as if seeking more security, or perhaps still yearning for her father's "love" in her sleep.

Time slipped away silently in his deep sleep. As the Doctor's consciousness slowly rose from the abyss of exhaustion, the first thing he felt was a dull, aching pain throughout his body, as if he had been crushed by a heavy Originium bug, especially in his lower back and abdomen. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and his vision gradually cleared.

The familiar dormitory ceiling came into view, along with the brighter morning light streaming in through the simulated windows. The pungent, almost tangible, lewd smell in the air—a complex mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, breast milk, sweat, and even a hint of blood and urine—stubbornly lingered, silently recounting the frenzied and immoral feast that had lasted until dawn the previous night.

He turned his neck with difficulty and looked around.

On the left is Honeysuckle. She lies on her side, her long, deep golden hair cascading down the pillow like a waterfall, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks.

To the right was Lily of the Valley. She was curled up in his arms, her long golden hair disheveled, and a light blue hair ribbon hung askew on her head.

Looking at the two beautiful bodies before him, which he had thoroughly explored and defiled, and which displayed astonishing greed and obedience due to the control of his split soul, the doctor felt a complex mix of emotions. There was the thrill of conquest, the excitement of transgression, and the lingering aftertaste of the ultimate pleasure of the previous night, but more than anything, there was an **** physical exhaustion that had almost drained him, and a lingering fear.

He moved his body cautiously and extremely slowly, trying to break free from this lewd "land of gentle comfort." With each movement, the aching muscles and groans of his bones made him gasp. He had to first lift the arm of Honeysuckle draped over his chest—that arm was fair and slender, but now heavy, relaxed in sleep. Then there was Lily of the Valley's tail wrapped around him and her curled-up body. He had to untie the most intricate lock, little by little, without waking them, freeing his limbs from those warm, sticky, sweaty entanglements.

The process took nearly ten minutes. When he finally managed to sit up, his naked body exposed to the cool air, he couldn't help but shiver. Looking down, he saw that his body was also covered with various marks: scratches and hickeys on his chest and shoulders, dried stains on his lower abdomen and inner thighs mixed with milk, semen, and vaginal fluid, and a sticky mess on his penis and pubic hair, stained with a mixture of fluids from the two women's different body cavities, as well as a few stray fox hairs of varying shades belonging to the mother and daughter.

He endured the discomfort and aches, and tiptoed out of bed. His feet made a soft "plop" sound as they stepped onto the soft carpet, which was also splattered with some unknown liquid. He found his clothes, which had been carelessly tossed in the corner of the bed—his expensive suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, his shirt was stained with milk and saliva, and his trousers were covered with large patches of dried, dark semen and vaginal fluid stains.

He silently put on the clothes that bore witness to the previous night's frenzy, making as few noises as possible with each movement. After dressing, he returned to the bedside and looked at the still-sleeping mother and daughter.

The morning light bathed them in a soft golden glow, lending a strange, tranquil beauty to this lewd scene. The doctor paused for a moment, then bent down, first gently pulling up Honeysuckle's open black maid outfit to cover her alluring breasts, then carefully pulling over the equally filthy blanket that had been kicked to the foot of the bed and covering her up to her shoulders. He then did the same, pulling down Lily of the Valley's skirt, which was rolled up to her waist, and covering her with the blanket as well.

Having done all this, he leaned down again and first placed a very light, almost imperceptible kiss on Honeysuckle's smooth forehead. His lips touched her slightly cool skin, and he could smell the complex scent mixed with her natural fragrance and the passion of the previous night. Then, he turned to Lily of the Valley and placed a gentle kiss on her chubby cheek as well. The girl's skin was warm and delicate.

Finally, his fingers gently brushed against Honeysuckle's fluffy, now drooping fox ears. The ears twitched sensitively, but Honeysuckle didn't wake up. He then touched Lily's ears, and the girl unconsciously let out a soft, contented whimper in her sleep, burying her face even deeper into the pillow.

Having done all this, the doctor straightened up, took one last deep look at the mother and daughter sleeping in each other's arms on the bed, then turned around, tiptoed like a thief, and carefully walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob, his movements so slow as to be almost silent, then slipped out of the room and gently closed the door behind him.

"Click".

A soft click of the latch locking shut separated the decadent tranquility inside the room from the bright, empty corridor outside.

The doctor leaned against the cold metal wall, letting out a long, deep breath, as if trying to expel all the suffocating desire that had accumulated in his lungs overnight. He felt his legs go weak, his back ached, and his temples throbbed.

He raised his wrist, looking at the dark silver bracelet that now seemed ordinary. It was this little thing that had given him such strange and powerful abilities, and had also caused him to experience the exhausting madness of the previous night.

“Next time…” he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry, “I absolutely can’t do this again… otherwise… I really will die…”

He was referring to his physical limits. The repeated high-intensity intercourse and ejaculation had almost pushed his ordinary human body to its limits. He didn't want to experience that feeling of being completely drained, as if even the energy in his bones had been extracted, a feeling he never wanted to experience again.

However, the cold touch of the bracelet against his skin brought back memories of last night's ultimate pleasure, the submissive and yearning postures of the mother and daughter, and the thrill of being in complete control... all of which echoed in his heart like the whispers of a devil.

He shook his head, trying to dispel these thoughts, and walked with still somewhat unsteady steps toward his office. Occasionally, early-rising agents would pass by in the corridor, nodding to him. The Doctor managed to maintain his usual composure, nodding in response, but only he knew the sticky, uncomfortable feeling beneath his suit trousers, the lingering fatigue deep within his body, and... a secret, hidden anticipation for the next "experiment."

Inside the room, after the sound of the door closing completely disappeared, the mother and daughter, who were "sleeping" on the bed, almost simultaneously trembled slightly in their eyelashes.

Honeysuckle's amber-gold eyes slowly opened a crack, revealing not the dazedness of someone just waking up, but a deep, complex, eerie light. She lay quietly, motionless, feeling the weight of the blankets on her body. The cool touch of that gentle kiss seemed to linger on her forehead, and a subtle, tingling tremor ran through the spot where her ear had been touched. She listened to the fading, somewhat unsteady footsteps outside the door, and a barely perceptible, enigmatic smile curved her lips.

Lily of the Valley remained curled up, but her green eyes quietly opened beneath the covers. The spot on her cheek where she had been kissed felt slightly warm, and the sensation of her ears being stroked sent a familiar, shameful warmth through her body. She sniffed softly; the strong scent of her father (the Doctor) in the air, mixed with her mother's and her own, gave her a strange sense of security and…longing. She buried her face deeper into the pillow, where the Doctor's scent seemed to linger.

Under the covers, the bodies of the mother and daughter still lingered with a faint, aching, and subtly pleasurable afterglow from the intense sex of the previous night and the brief "tenderness" of this morning. Their heartbeats, in the quiet room, seemed to gradually synchronize.

A storm may have subsided temporarily, but the abyss of desire that was stirred up has never truly closed.