Chapter Two – Possessing the Bodies of Cosplayers for a Costume-Dressing Sex Feast

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the light wood floor. It was a typical single woman's apartment, small but tastefully furnished. A few light gray cushions adorned the off-white fabric sofa, a bottle of fresh white lisianthus sat on the coffee table, and several minimalist landscape paintings hung on the walls. A subtle aromatherapy scent, a blend of white tea and jasmine, permeated the entire space.

She—or rather, the Lin Mo split soul currently controlling this body—looked down at herself.

Her long, straight, deep brown hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, the ends curling slightly inwards at her waist. The neckline of her white lace top revealed her delicate collarbone just right, the lace trim on the cuffs swaying gently with her arm movements. A matching white lace maxi skirt reached her ankles, the hem rippling softly as she turned. The straps of her nude-colored strappy high-heeled sandals meandered down her legs from mid-calf, tying into delicate bows at her ankles.

This outfit perfectly replicates Bai Yuya's usual style: gentle, serene, and with an understated elegance.

The woman in the mirror smiled at her. The curve of her lips, the gentleness of her eyes, even the habitual tilt of her head, were exactly the same as the real Bai Yuya.

Only she knew that deep within those dark brown pupils, a barely perceptible glint of purple light would occasionally flash.

"Yueyou should be arriving soon."

She murmured to herself, her voice gentle and clear, unique to Bai Yuya, but with an indescribable hint of playfulness in her tone.

Turning towards the open kitchen, she began preparing the tea set. The white porcelain teapot and teacups, printed with a simple cherry blossom pattern, were taken from the cabinet. She boiled a pot of water and took out two packets of black tea from the tea caddy—both were brands that Bai Yuya usually liked to drink.

But she made a subtle gesture on one of the tea bags.

He gently pinched a corner of the tea bag with his fingertips and flicked in a small pinch of colorless and odorless powder. It was a potent sleeping pill that Lin Mo had prepared in advance; once dissolved, it wouldn't change the color or taste of the tea.

"The 'Sleep-inducing Red Tea'..."

Her smile deepened.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong—"

She took a deep breath, adjusted her facial expression, making her smile more natural and more "Bai Yuya." Then she walked lightly towards the entrance.

The moment the door opened, Yin Yueyou's face, adorned with a cheerful smile, appeared before her.

"Xiaoya!"

Yin Yueyou's voice was bright and energetic. Today, she was wearing her signature outfit: a black off-the-shoulder T-shirt that revealed one collarbone, and a simple black choker that made her neck look even longer. Super-short denim shorts clung tightly to her hips, the frayed hem adding a touch of casualness. She wore a black strap with a metal buckle on her left thigh, black over-the-knee stockings, and simple black flat shoes.

Her short, light silver-gray hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight, with irregularly parted bangs falling across her forehead and the corners of her eyes, and a black bobby pinned to her left side. Her clear, deep blue eyes were focused intently on Bai Yuya, her gaze filled with undisguised concern.

"Yueyou, come in quickly." Bai Yuya stepped aside, her voice gentle. "It must be very hot outside, right?"

"It's alright, the subway has air conditioning." Yin Yueyou walked into the entrance hall, naturally took off her flat shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor. Her feet were beautifully shaped, and her toes were painted with dark blue nail polish, echoing her hair color.

She glanced around the living room, then her gaze returned to Bai Yuya.

"Are you really alright? You suddenly said you weren't feeling well at the exhibition yesterday, I was so worried." Yin Yueyou walked to the sofa and sat down, her legs naturally crossed, her calves, encased in black stockings, had beautiful lines.

Bai Yuya sat down on the single sofa opposite her, her skirt spreading out with her movements.

"Yes, I'm much better now." She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the lace pattern on her skirt. "I probably haven't been resting well lately, and there were too many people in the exhibition hall, so I got a bit of heatstroke."

This is the perfect excuse. It explains yesterday's sudden departure and paves the way for the subsequent "confession."

"That's good." Yin Yueyou breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward slightly. "Your condition yesterday really scared me. You looked so pale. I called you several times but you didn't answer."

"Sorry, my phone was on silent, and I went to sleep as soon as I got home." Bai Yuya looked up and gave a slightly apologetic smile. "That's why I specially asked you to come over today. I wanted to apologize in person, and also... I wanted to talk to you about something."

She deliberately added a hint of hesitation, a hint of wanting to say something but holding back, to her tone.

Yin Yueyou immediately noticed this change in emotion. Her expression turned serious, and her deep blue pupils were filled with concern.

"What is it? Tell me."

Bai Yuya did not answer immediately. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Have some tea first, I just brewed it."

She brought over a tray with the white porcelain tea set on it. The aroma of black tea wafted from the teapot, mixed with a subtle hint of bergamot—this was Bai Yuya's favorite Earl Grey tea.

She poured a cup for Yin Yueyou first. The tea had a beautiful amber color, shimmering gently in the white teacup.

Then I poured myself a glass too.

"Thank you." Yin Yueyou took the teacup, blew on it naturally to cool it, and then took a small sip. "Mmm, your tea is still the best."

Bai Yuya watched her drink tea, and her heart—or rather, the heart of this body—beat slightly faster.

It wasn't nervousness, it was excitement.

She also added a tiny bit of sleeping pills to her tea, just a small dose, so that she could "naturally" "rest" with Yin Yueyou when the pills took effect. After all, it would be too suspicious if only Yin Yueyou was asleep while she was awake waiting for Lin Mo to come out.

The two drank a few sips of tea in silence. The living room was quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner running and the occasional chirping of birds from outside the window.

“So,” Yin Yueyou put down her teacup, the ceramic and glass coffee table making a crisp sound as it clattered together, “what do you want to tell me?”

Bai Yuya also put down her teacup. She placed her hands on her knees, her fingers slightly clenched.

This is typical body language used when someone is feeling uneasy. It's a habit of Bai Yuya's, and also part of her current deliberate performance.

"He and I... broke up."

She spoke softly, her voice trembling just the right amount.

Yin Yueyou was stunned.

Those deep blue pupils widened slightly, flashing with complex emotions—shock, confusion, and then a hint of almost imperceptible...smugness?

But soon, that smugness was replaced by worry.

"When did this happen? Why?" Yin Yueyou's voice softened, and she leaned forward even more. "Weren't you two always getting along well? You even went to the movies together last week..."

“It was yesterday.” Bai Yuya interrupted her, lowering her head and letting her long, dark brown hair fall down on both sides of her face, obscuring part of her expression. “After I got home from the exhibition, I called him. We…had a fight.”

This was a meticulously planned lie. Taking advantage of Yin Yueyou's unawareness of what happened yesterday, the breakup was scheduled for after the exhibition. This way, Yin Yueyou would naturally connect Bai Yuya's sudden departure from the exhibition with her "argument and breakup with her boyfriend," creating a plausible causal chain.

"What's all the noise about?" Yin Yueyou asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

Bai Yuya was silent for a few seconds. She quickly reviewed the information she had gleaned from Bai Yuya's memories in her mind—the real details of their relationship, the arguments that had occurred, and the points of conflict that had indeed existed between them.

Then, she chose the safest and most relatable reason.

“He thinks I spend too much time on cosplay.” Her voice lowered, sounding aggrieved. “He said I was neglecting my studies, that the clothes were too revealing, and that the people at the convention were all… disrespectful.”

This is a statement that is half true and half false. While Bai Yuya's boyfriend does have some reservations about cosplay culture, it's far from enough to lead to a breakup. However, for Yin Yueyou, who also loves cosplay, this reason is enough to evoke empathy.

As expected, Yin Yueyou's expression immediately turned indignant.

"How could he say that!" her voice rose. "Cosplay is art! It's something we love! He doesn't understand you at all!"

“He said…” Bai Yuya continued, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, “that I wore those clothes to attract attention. He said I interacted too intimately with photographers at the exhibition…”

"That's outrageous!" Yin Yueyou suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, her black stockings making a soft sound as she stepped on the floor. "He doesn't trust you! He's insulting you!"

She stopped and turned to look at Bai Yuya, her deep blue eyes burning with anger—but beneath that anger, Bai Yuya (Lin Mo's split soul) keenly sensed another emotion.

That's a protective instinct. It's the subconscious pleasure of "she finally belongs to me."

Yin Yueyou herself may not have fully realized this emotion, but Lin Mo's split soul, through Bai Yuya's memories, clearly knew that this girl had a deep longing for Bai Yuya.

“So I said…” Yin Yueyou’s voice calmed down a little, but was still agitated, “Men are like that. They will never understand what we really want, they will always try to control us, and lock us in the cage they define.”

She walked back to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, she stood in front of Bai Yuya and bent down to look at her.

The two looked at each other. Yin Yueyou's light silver-gray hair was slightly messy and hung down beside her cheeks, and her deep blue pupils appeared exceptionally clear at close range.

“Xiaoya, you did the right thing.” She said earnestly, reaching out to gently hold Bai Yuya’s hand. “Leaving someone who doesn’t respect your interests and doesn’t trust you is the right thing to do. You deserve better.”

Her hands were warm, with thin calluses on her palms—the result of holding cameras and props for a long time.

Bai Yuya felt this warmth, but inwardly she sneered.

Better? Like a tech geek who can possess you, control you, and turn you into a sex toy?

But outwardly, she wore a fragile and grateful smile.

"Thank you, Yueyou." She grasped Yin Yueyou's hand in return, her fingers trembling slightly. "Only you would say that. Only you... truly understand me."

That was intentional. It was a form of feeding. It was nourishment for Yin Yueyou's unrequited love.

Yin Yueyou's ear tips turned slightly red. She looked away, but did not let go of Bai Yuya's hand.

"Of course! We're best friends."

Best friend. What a safe yet pathetic definition.

Bai Yuya calculated the time in her mind. The sleeping pills should take effect soon.

Sure enough, Yin Yueyou suddenly shook her head.

"Hmm..." She let go of Bai Yuya's hand and rubbed her temples. "Strange, I suddenly feel a little dizzy."

"Maybe you've been sitting for too long," Bai Yuya said with concern, while deliberately feigning dizziness. "I'm a little dizzy too... Is this tea too strong?"

"I don't know..." Yin Yueyou tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she slumped back onto the sofa. Her vision began to blur, and the scene before her seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

"Yueyou? Are you alright?" Bai Yuya's voice sounded anxious, but she remained seated and did not get up to help her.

This is part of the plan. She also needs to act as if she's been ****.

"I...I'm so sleepy..." Yin Yueyou's voice became indistinct, her eyelids so heavy she could barely lift them. She tried hard to stay awake, but her consciousness seemed to be sinking into deep water, constantly falling downwards.

The last thing I saw was Bai Yuya's concerned face, and a fleeting purple light deep within her dark brown pupils.

It must be an illusion.

It must be an illusion.

With this uncertain thought in mind, Yin Yueyou completely lost consciousness. Her body slumped onto the sofa, her light silver-gray hair scattered on the off-white sofa cushions, and her legs, encased in black stockings, curled up unconsciously.

Bai Yuya looked at her quietly.

A few seconds later, she herself "just so happened" to close her eyes, tilt her body to one side, and pretend to fall asleep.

Silence fell over the living room.

There were only two "sleeping" women and the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.

About five minutes later.

The bedroom door opened silently.

Lin Mo came out.

He was dressed in a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, holding the Soul Split Camera in his hand. The camera looked like an ordinary mirrorless camera, but there were some unusual circuits wrapped around the lens, and the screen was larger than that of a normal camera, displaying a complex parameter interface.

He walked into the living room, first looking at Yin Yueyou lying on the sofa, and then at Bai Yuya's body "asleep" on the single sofa.

"You can get up now," he said softly.

Bai Yuya immediately opened her eyes. The purple light in those eyes was now completely undisguised, appearing eerie and cold in the dimly lit living room.

She sat up straight, her movements fluid and natural, showing no trace of the weakness she had just experienced.

“The medicine is very potent.” She—or rather, Lin Mo’s split soul—said in Bai Yuya’s voice, but the tone was entirely Lin Mo’s. “She will sleep for at least two hours.”

Lin Mo nodded, walked to Yin Yueyou's side, squatted down, and carefully examined her.

Up close, Yin Yueyou was indeed a very charming woman. Her short, light silver-gray hair made her skin appear even whiter, and even with her eyes closed, one could imagine the radiance they would hold when open. The neckline of her black off-shoulder T-shirt was slightly open due to her sleeping posture, revealing the edge of her black lace bra underneath. Denim shorts clung tightly to her hips, outlining her full curves. Black over-the-knee stockings stretched from mid-thigh to ankle, their texture shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

The black straps on his left thigh had metal buckles that reflected a cold light.

"D cup, right?" Lin Mo asked, his voice carrying the calm, analytical quality typical of a tech geek.

“To be precise, it’s a D+, close to an E,” Bai Yuya replied, standing up and walking to his side. “She usually wears sports bras, which compress her chest, so it doesn’t look that big. But actually… it’s quite impressive.”

Lin Mo reached out and gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Yin Yueyou's forehead. His fingertips touched her skin; it was warm and soft.

"I'm a lesbian at heart, and I've had a crush on Shiraha Miyabi for three years, but I've never dared to confess." He recited the information as if he were memorizing data. "Because of family reasons, I have a slight distrust of men, so I've always suppressed my sexuality. My biggest secret is that I have a large collection of yuri-themed doujinshi and games, and there's a special partition on my computer's hard drive for that."

This information was gleaned from Bai Yuya's memories. Yin Yueyou had once vaguely revealed some things to Bai Yuya while drunk, but immediately denied it upon sobering up. However, Bai Yuya had always known, but considerately refrained from pointing it out.

“A perfect target.” Lin Mo’s lips curled into a smile. “A pure lily, waiting to be stained with other colors.”

He stood up and looked at Bai Yuya.

"Proceed as planned. Go change your clothes first."

Bai Yuya nodded and walked towards the bedroom. As she reached the door, she glanced back.

Lin Mo had already set up a tripod and fixed a professional camera on it. Then he took out another small camera, adjusted the angle, and made sure it covered the main area of ​​the living room.

He's setting up the filming location. Documenting everything.

Bai Yuya entered the bedroom and closed the door.

The bedroom was also very cozy. There were light gray sheets, a white dressing table, and a natural wood wardrobe. Several cosplay photos of Bai Yuya herself hung on the wall—all of them featuring pure and cute characters.

She opened the wardrobe, inside which various cosplay outfits were neatly hung. Most of them were characters from Azur Lane, with a few from other works.

She found the Belfast maid cosplay outfit.

The Belfast cosplay outfit is an exquisite maid outfit, predominantly white with white lace trim and an apron. The top is a fitted black long-sleeved top with white lace embellishments at the neckline, and the cleavage is just right, showcasing the outline of her F-cup breasts without being too revealing. The skirt is a white knee-length skirt with a full hem, lined with multiple layers of white lace petticoats. The white apron is tied at the waist, forming a large bow at the back. Matching accessories include a white headdress, white knee-high socks, and black round-toed shoes.

Bai Yuya stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, putting on the clothes one piece at a time.

She first removed her original white lace dress. Her naked body was exposed to the air, and the mirror reflected her flesh, which had just been thoroughly defiled—faint teeth marks and bruises remained on her breasts, and her areolas were slightly red and swollen; although her lower abdomen was no longer swollen, the depths of her uterus seemed to still remember the feeling of being filled with semen; the area between her legs was still sensitive, and her vaginal opening was slightly open, unable to close completely in a short time.

She picked up the black, tight-fitting top and struggled to stuff her F-cup breasts inside. The fabric tightly wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage. The white lace trim at the neckline sat just above the cleavage, revealing glimpses of the edges of her breasts.

Then came the skirt. She slipped on the black knee-length skirt, then tied a white apron with a perfect bow at the back. Multiple layers of white lace petticoat peeked out from under the hem, swaying gently with her movements.

A white headdress was placed on her head, securing the long white wig. White over-the-knee socks were pulled up from her ankles to mid-thigh, with lace trim at the top. Finally, she wore black round-toed leather shoes.

The woman in the mirror had completely transformed into Belfast.

A gentle maid, with an elegant demeanor, but the purple light gleaming deep within her eyes reveals the kind of soul dwelling within this body.

She practiced a few expressions in front of the mirror—a concerned look, a gentle smile, and a slight bow as a gesture of courtesy.

Perfect.

She pushed open the bedroom door and walked back to the living room.

Lin Mo had already set up all the filming equipment. A professional camera was mounted on a tripod, aimed at the sofa area; another small camera was placed on the coffee table, at an angle that could capture more details. Both devices had started recording, and red indicator lights were flashing in the dim light.

Yin Yueyou remained **** on the sofa, her posture almost unchanged. Her light silver-gray hair fell loosely around her cheeks, and her breathing was steady and deep.

"All changed?" Lin Mo looked up at her, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. "It suits you very well."

"After all, it's using Shiraha Aya's body." Belfast (Shiraha Aya's body) bowed slightly in the standard maid's posture, her voice gentle and respectful, "Master, it's time to change Miss Yueyou's clothes."

Lin Mo nodded and took out another cosplay outfit from the bag next to him—it was Egil's outfit from Azur Lane.

Egil's cosplay outfit is predominantly black and gold, with a bolder and more revealing design. The upper body consists of a black cropped top with a deep V-neck that barely covers the chest; the lower body is covered by black super-short hot pants with extremely short legs that barely cover the buttocks; the outfit is complete with black over-the-knee boots, a gold decorative chain, and a headdress adorned with dragon horns.

“This outfit…it would look so sexy on her,” Lin Mo said.

The two walked to the sofa. Belfast gently helped Yin Yueyou up, letting her lean against him. Yin Yueyou's body was soft and limp, her head resting naturally on Belfast's shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Lin Mo began to change the **** Yin Yueyou into Egil's cosplay outfit. The process was slow and meticulous, as if performing some kind of ritual.

Lin Mo first unbuttoned Yin Yueyou's black off-shoulder T-shirt, pulling the garment, still warm from her body and faintly scented with perfume, off her. The inside of the T-shirt still held traces of fine dust from her outing that day, as well as almost imperceptible sweat from her armpits. These everyday imperfections, however, now appeared to Lin Mo as a prelude—a more sordid stain was about to descend.

Black lace lingerie was exposed to the air. It was a D-cup bra, the dark blue lace edges were somewhat worn, and there were faint yellow sweat stains on the inside near the breasts—formed by the mixture of breast oil and sweat after wearing it for a long time. Lin Mo unhooked the back clasp, and the moment the bra came off, her full breasts bounced slightly, and the nipples quickly hardened in the air.

Yin Yueyou's breasts were beautifully shaped, full and perky, with pale pink areolas and small, delicate nipples. But at this moment, these pure breasts were about to be defiled.

Lin Mo picked up the top of Egil's cosplay outfit—the black, semi-transparent bodysuit. The bodysuit was made of a material as thin as a cicada's wing, and the inside still smelled of chemicals from the factory production, as well as the plastic smell of the packaging bag. He carefully slipped Yin Yueyou's arm through the sleeve and then pulled the bodysuit up from the bottom.

This process requires skill. The bodysuit clung tightly to her skin, and with each inch it was pulled up, it rubbed against Yin Yueyou's skin. Her breasts were wrapped and squeezed by the fabric, and her nipples were clearly visible under the paper-thin material; even the tiny granules at the edge of her areolas could be seen.

Then came the red corset. Lin Mo slipped the corset onto Yin Yueyou and tightened the straps at the back. With each tightened strap, her waist became even thinner, her breasts were lifted, and her cleavage became even deeper. The corset's straps were made of brand-new red silk, but under Lin Mo's repeated rubbing, they had begun to show the sweat and oil from his fingers.

A black choker encircled Yin Yueyou's neck. The inside of the choker was made of black velvet, while the outside was smooth leather, connected by two thin straps that extended downwards. Lin Mo adjusted the small pieces of black fabric at the ends of the straps so that they just covered her nipples. But this covering was more like a provocation—the outline of her nipples could be clearly seen through the tight-fitting clothes.

The bodysuit was also put on her lower body. Lin Mo lifted Yin Yueyou's legs and pulled up the pant legs of the bodysuit. Inevitably, his fingers touched the skin on her inner thighs—soft and warm, one of the most private areas of a woman's body. Once the bodysuit was fully on, Yin Yueyou's entire lower body was covered in a black, semi-transparent material, exposing every curve of her legs.

The dragon-shaped metal knee brace on her left knee was fastened. There was a thin sponge pad on the inside of the knee brace, but the metal edge was still somewhat sharp, leaving faint red marks on Yin Yueyou's fair knee skin.

A long red cloak was draped over her shoulders. The cloak was made of heavy fabric, with a dark lining on the inside and a bright red exterior, the gold trim along the edges shimmering in the light. When the cloak fell, it almost completely covered Yin Yueyou's back, revealing only the curves of her hips, which were encased in a tight-fitting outfit.

Finally, there were the black metallic high-heeled boots. Lin Mo lifted Yin Yueyou's foot—her feet were beautifully shaped, her toes painted with dark blue nail polish, echoing her hair color. He first put on sheer black stockings for her, then slipped the boots on. The boot shaft reached just below the knee, and the metal buckles clicked crisply when fastened. The heels were slender and high, at least ten centimeters, making Yin Yueyou's legs appear even longer.

After putting on the complete outfit, Yin Yueyou looked completely transformed into Egil.

A long, silver-white wig was worn on her head—a wig matching Egil's hair color, with a striking red highlight that stood out. Metallic dragon horns adorned the sides of her head, gleaming coldly in the dim living room light.

But at this moment, "Egil" was ****. She leaned against the sofa, her head slightly tilted to one side, her silver-white wig falling over her shoulder. A black, semi-transparent bodysuit clung to her skin, revealing glimpses of her creamy, smooth complexion. A red corset at her chest lifted and compressed her breasts, creating a deep cleavage. A black choker encircled her neck, its thin straps extending down to her chest, the small pieces of black fabric at the ends barely covering her nipples.

Her lower body was also encased in a bodysuit, revealing the lines of her long legs. The dragon-shaped knee pad on her left knee reflected a metallic sheen. A long red cape draped down her shoulders, rising and falling gently with her steady breathing.

The black metallic high-heeled boots accentuated the graceful curve of her feet.

"Perfect," Lin Mo said softly, taking a few steps back to admire his work.

Belfast (Lin Mo's split soul) stood to the side, the hem of her maid outfit swaying gently with her movements. She looked at the **** Silver Moon You, her eyes, shimmering with purple light, filled with desire.

"Alright, let's begin." Lin Mo picked up the Soul Splitting Camera and adjusted the parameters.

He walked up to Yin Yueyou, squatted down, and pointed the camera lens at her face. The focus frame on the screen locked onto her brow.

Press the shutter.

There was no flash, but a slight humming sound emanated from inside the camera. A nearly invisible purple light shot out from the lens and entered Yin Yueyou's brow.

Lin Mo waited.

Based on previous experience, the split soul should complete the possession within a few seconds, and then Yin Yueyou will open her eyes—but those eyes will no longer belong to Yin Yueyou, but to Lin Mo's split soul.

But this time, the situation is different.

Yin Yueyou's body twitched slightly, her brows furrowed slightly, but her eyes remained closed. Her breathing became somewhat rapid, her chest heaving more, and her nipples protruded more noticeably beneath her tight-fitting clothes.

But that's all.

She did not wake up.

Lin Mo frowned and checked the camera again. The screen displayed "Possession successful," but there was a small note below: "Target's mental resistance is strong, consciousness is being suppressed, and it is estimated that it will take additional time to fully control the target."

"As expected..." Lin Mo murmured to himself, "Her spirit is much stronger than Bai Yuya's. Her self-repression as a lesbian has actually built a strong defense in her subconscious."

Belfast walked over to him and leaned down to look at the camera screen.

"How long will it take?" she asked.

“Uncertain.” Lin Mo shook his head. “It could take a few minutes, or it could take a few hours. The split soul has already entered her body and is trying to suppress her consciousness, but it has encountered strong resistance.”

He looked up at Belfast.

"Proceed with Plan B. Use physical stimulation to weaken her mental defenses."

Belfast nodded, a sweet smile playing on her lips. She walked over to Yin Yueyou, sat down on the sofa, and gently pulled Yin Yueyou into her arms.

The drowsy Silver Moon leaned on her shoulder, her silver-white wig intertwined with Belfast's white maid wig.

“Miss Yueyou…” Belfast called softly, her voice as gentle as a real maid’s, “Are you asleep?”

Of course, there was no response.

Belfast lowered her head and gently pressed her lips to Silver Moon's forehead. It was a tender kiss, filled with the respect and care of a maid for her master.

But then, her kisses began to move downwards.

From the forehead to the center of the brow, from the center of the brow to the bridge of the nose, and finally resting on Egil's (Gin Yue You) lips.

She kissed him.

At first, it was a gentle touch, as if afraid of waking the sleeping princess. But soon, her tongue pried open Yin Yueyou's teeth and explored her warm mouth.

"Hmm..." Egil let out a muffled groan while he was in a deep sleep.

Her body reacted instinctively. Even in her slumber, her body remembered the pleasure. Her tongue began to respond unconsciously, intertwining with Belfast's.

Saliva exchange. Belfast could taste the lingering black tea flavor in Egil's mouth, along with a faint, feminine sweetness. She greedily sucked, transferring more saliva into Silver Moon's mouth, while also swallowing Silver Moon's saliva.

The kiss lasted a full minute. When Belfast finally looked up, a silver thread stretched between their lips, shimmering in the dim light.

Egil's breathing became more rapid. A faint blush rose on her cheeks; even in her drowsy state, her body was already beginning to stir with excitement.

Belfast's hands began to move.

She loosened the ties of Yin Yueyou's red corset—not completely, but just slightly, allowing the front of the corset to open slightly. Then, her hand slipped through the opening and touched the black, semi-transparent bodysuit directly.

Through the tight-fitting clothes, she could feel the warmth and softness of Yin Yueyou's breasts.

She began to knead.

"Mmm..." Egil let out another groan, his body twisting slightly.

Belfast's technique was skillful. She first cupped one breast in her palm, feeling its full weight and elasticity. Then she closed her fingers, focusing on kneading the area around the nipple. Through the tight-fitting clothes, the nipple quickly hardened under her fingertips, becoming as hard as a small pebble.

She lowered her head and, through her tight-fitting clothes, took the erect nipple into her mouth.

“Ugh…” Egil’s body tensed up suddenly.

Belfast began to suckle. Her tongue swirled around the surface of the bodysuit, her moist saliva soaking the fabric and making the already semi-transparent bodysuit even more transparent. Now it was clear that Gin Yueyou's nipples were fully erect, and her areolas were slightly swollen.

Saliva, the fabric of the corset, and the fluid secreted from the breasts mixed together, making a soft "tsk tsk" sound as Belfast sucked.

Her other hand wasn't idle either. Belfast unfastened the waistband of Silver Moon's tight-fitting bodysuit—there was a hidden zipper there. The zipper was pulled down, revealing a black thong underneath.

Those were the underwear that came with the entire Egil cosplay outfit. The fabric was pitifully small, consisting of just a few thin straps. The black straps sank into Yin Yueyou's buttocks, with only a small triangular piece of fabric barely covering her genitals in the front.

Belfast's fingers slipped inside the edge of her thong.

She touched a patch of warm, soft hair. It was Yin Yueyou's pubic hair, neatly trimmed, yet still thick. Her fingers continued downwards, parting her full labia.

It's already damp there.

Even when ****, the body still honestly secretes lubrication under the stimulation of kissing and breast play.

Belfast's fingers were covered in a viscous liquid. She held them up to her eyes, and in the dim light, the clear fluid reflected a lascivious sheen.

She put her finger in her mouth to taste it.

"Hmm... Miss Yueyou's scent..." she mumbled, her purple eyes burning with even greater desire, "It's so sweet..."

She lowered her head again, this time targeting Egil's lower body.

She laid Egil's body flat on the sofa, then knelt between her legs. The hem of her black maid outfit spread out on the floor, revealing a white lace petticoat underneath.

Belfast grabbed Silver Moon's thighs with both hands and spread them apart. This action completely exposed Egil's genitals—the black thong was covered by only a small piece of fabric, which was now soaked with love fluid and turned dark black.

She lowered her head and, through the fabric of the thong, kissed the wet area.

“Haa…” Egil’s groan became clearer.

Belfast's tongue began to move. She first circled the tip of her tongue on the surface of the fabric, feeling the shape and temperature of her labia beneath. Then, she bit a corner of the fabric and gently pulled it to one side.

Her thong was pulled to one side, completely exposing Egil's genitals.

Her pink labia parted slightly with excitement, revealing the darker inner walls. Her clitoris was engorged and erect, like a tiny pearl. Lubrication slowly flowed from her vaginal opening, trickling down her perineum and leaving dark stains on the sofa cushions.

Belfast didn't hesitate and kissed him directly.

Her tongue found the clitoris precisely and began to lick it quickly and gently.

"Ah...! Ugh...!" Egil's body trembled violently.

Even in her semi-conscious state, the pleasure in her body remained so intense that it could not be ignored. Her waist arched uncontrollably upwards, pressing her vulva even closer to Belfast's lips.

Belfast's tongue went even deeper. She parted Silver Moon's labia, her tongue probing the vaginal opening, tasting the even richer love fluid inside. It was salty and slightly sweet, mixed with a woman's unique, slightly fishy aroma.

She sucked and swallowed greedily, as if tasting the sweetest nectar.

At the same time, her hands returned to Egil's breasts, continuing to knead, squeeze, and pull her nipples.

Under the dual stimulation, Egil's body reacted more and more intensely. Her breathing became rapid and broken, her chest heaved violently, and her nipples hardened like two pebbles under her bodysuit. Her thigh muscles tensed, and her toes curled up inside her black high-heeled boots.

Her love juices flowed out of her body like a spring, wetting Belfast's chin, neck, and even the front of her maid outfit.

The clear liquid left dark water stains on the maid outfit, and even more noticeable marks on the white apron. Belfast's once pristine maid outfit was now covered in Yin Yueyou's love fluids, saliva, and her own sweat from her arousal.

The once dignified maid was now kneeling on the ground, greedily licking another woman's most private parts. Her white gloves were soaked with love fluid, becoming transparent, revealing the outline of her fingers underneath.

Meanwhile, Egil (Silver Moon Yu), in her brand-new, sexy Egil cosplay outfit, was being defiled. Her bodysuit was covered in Belfast's saliva, the chest area darkened from repeated sucking. Her thong was pulled to one side, the edges stained with her own fluids and Belfast's saliva. Even the surface of her black metallic high-heeled boots was splattered with some of her own fluids—splashes from when Egil's body trembled violently during orgasm.

Just then, Egil's eyes snapped open.

Those clear, deep blue eyes were now filled with confusion, bewilderment, and the lingering afterglow of pleasure.

The first image she saw was of her best friend, Bai Yuya, dressed in a Belfast cosplay outfit, kneeling between her legs, her tongue deeply buried in her genitals.

"Xiao...Ya...?"

Egil's voice was hoarse and trembling.

Belfast looked up. Aegir's love juice still clung to the corners of her lips, reflecting a lascivious sheen under the light. She gave Silver Moon a gentle smile—a smile reminiscent of White Feather, but with a purple light gleaming deep within her eyes.

“Miss Yueyou, you’re awake.” She said in a respectful maid’s tone, but her hands didn’t stop—her fingers were still gently rubbing Yin Yueyou’s clitoris. “How does it feel? Belfast’s service…are you satisfied?”

Egil's mind was in complete chaos.

The pleasure still lingered in her body, and deep in her lower abdomen, there was an emptiness, a longing to be filled. The **** pleasure that Bai Yuya's tongue had just brought her intertwined with her secret crush on Bai Yuya, forming a twisted excitement.

But reason is screaming.

This isn't normal. How could Xiaoya do something like this? Isn't Xiaoya straight? Didn't Xiaoya just break up with her boyfriend?

“Why…why…” Egil tried to sit up, but his body was too weak to move.

"Why?" Belfast tilted her head, a gesture that was entirely Bai Yuya's habit. "Because Miss Yueyou has always wanted this, hasn't she?"

She leaned down and whispered in Egil's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe:

"All those yuri doujinshi you collect, all those games on your hard drive, all the things you said when you were drunk... I know them all."

Egil's pupils contracted sharply.

Shame burned like fire on her cheeks. The secrets she thought she had hidden so well, the fantasies she only indulged in when she was alone at night, were now laid bare.

"I...I didn't..." she tried to deny it, but her voice was so weak that even she didn't believe it.

“You do.” Belfast’s fingers went deeper, two fingers probing into Egil’s vagina, beginning to slowly thrust in and out. “Every time we changed into our cosplay outfits together, you would secretly look at my body. Every time I bent down to pick something up, you would stare at my chest. Every time we slept in the same bed, you would pretend to turn over and then put your hand on my waist…”

With each word she spoke, her fingers went a little deeper.

Egil's body was terrifyingly honest. Stimulated by both shame and pleasure, her vagina contracted violently, gripping Belfast's fingers tightly, and more love juice gushed out, completely soaking them.

"No...don't say anymore..." Egil closed his eyes, but tears slid down his cheeks.

Those weren't tears of sadness, but tears of collapse, a mixture of pleasure and shame.

"Why don't you say it?" Belfast's voice became gentler, but his hands became more violent. "Yueyou likes Xiaoya, doesn't she? She wants to have sex with Xiaoya, wants to lick Xiaoya's pussy, wants to be penetrated by Xiaoya... How many times have you thought about these fantasies while masturbating?"

"Ah...! Uh ah...!" Egil's waist arched upwards uncontrollably.

Belfast's fingers found her G-spot and began to press it quickly and precisely. It was a sensitive spot that even Yin Yueyou herself rarely managed to stimulate, and now, under Belfast's skillful touch, pleasure swept through her body like an electric current.

“Admit it, Yueyou.” Belfast’s lips brushed against Yueyou’s earlobe, gently biting it. “You’re a lesbian. You’ve only ever been attracted to girls since high school. All those boyfriends you’ve had were just a cover, weren’t they?”

"Ugh...!" Egil bit his lip, but a groan still escaped from between his teeth.

Her defenses were crumbling. On one hand, there was the **** pleasure of having her body manipulated; on the other hand, there was the sense of relief from having her deepest secrets revealed.

“I…I…” Egil’s voice was broken and fragmented, his body trembling violently as Belfast’s fingers thrust in and out. “Yes…yes…I like Xiaoya…I’ve liked her ever since I first saw her at the comic convention three years ago…”

Finally, she said it.

This confession, suppressed for three years, was finally uttered in such a lewd setting and in such a shameful manner.

Egil (Gin Yueyou) felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if a heavy stone that had been pressing on her chest had been removed, but in its place came an even more surging desire.

Her confession was like flipping a switch.

In the depths of her once clear, deep blue pupils, tiny, almost imperceptible purple specks began to appear—signs of Lin Mo's divided soul gradually infiltrating her consciousness. Although the divided soul had not yet fully controlled the body, it was already able to exert subconscious guidance and suggestion.

"You like me..., don't you?" Belfast's (Lin Mo's split soul) voice became even sweeter, but the speed of her fingers thrusting in and out of Egil's body slowed down, turning into slow and deep pressing. "Then what does Yue You want to do to me? Is this... enough?"

“I…I want…” Egil gasped, his mind a jumble of pleasure and the suggestion of being separated from his own soul, “I want…to possess Xiaoya…to make Xiaoya…belong only to me…”

“Then do it.” Belfast guided, withdrawing her wet fingers, then leaning back on the sofa. The skirt of her maid outfit rode up, revealing her thighs covered by a white lace petticoat. “Haven’t you always wanted to… do those things you saw in the doujinshi to me?”

The pose was highly suggestive. Belfast lay back on the sofa, her legs slightly apart, her maid outfit disheveled from the intense movements—her white apron was stained with Yin Yueyou's love fluid, the dark stains standing out starkly against the white fabric; her black skirt was crumpled, revealing her thighs encased in white stockings; her chest heaved with each breath, her F-cup breasts almost bursting out of her tight-fitting top.

As Egil watched this scene, his breathing became even more rapid.

The suggestion of a split soul echoed in her mind: *Possess her…defile her…make her yours…*

“I…I want to…” Yin Yueyou murmured to herself as she got up from the sofa.

Her Egil cosplay outfit was equally disheveled. The black, semi-transparent bodysuit was wrinkled in several places from the intense movements, and the chest area was soaked with Belfast's saliva, turning a deep black that clearly revealed the outline of her nipples. The red corset straps were half-loose, and one breast was almost slipping out of the corset. The black thong was pulled to one side, completely exposing her genitals. Her pink labia were swollen and everted from the licking, and vaginal fluid was slowly flowing from her vaginal opening, sliding down her inner thighs and leaving winding, glistening marks on the black bodysuit.

Egil knelt between Belfast's legs, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of Belfast's maid outfit.

"I want to... tie Xiaoya up..." she whispered, her voice a twisted excitement fueled by desire and the suggestion of a split soul, "That way, Xiaoya... won't be able to escape..."

She looked around, searching for something to use as a binding. Her gaze fell on the white apron ties that came with Belfast's maid outfit—the two long, white silk ribbons that were now hanging around Belfast's waist.

Yin Yueyou grabbed one of the straps and pulled hard.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing silk was particularly clear in the quiet living room. The once pristine white apron's ties were now roughly ripped off by Yin Yueyou, the edges of the silk frayed from the violent pulling, and several loose threads even snapped at the inner seams.

“Miss Yueyou…” Belfast called softly, but there was no resistance. Instead, she clasped her hands together and raised them to her chest. “Please… be gentle…”

These words further provoked Egil. She grabbed Belfast's wrist and tightly wrapped it with the torn white silk ribbon.

She bound it very tightly. The silk dug deep into Belfast's wrists, leaving red marks on her fair skin. Because it was bound so tightly, the silk even rubbed against the surface of her skin, causing tiny streaks of blood to seep out—those streaks of blood seeped into the white silk, staining it with a faint pink hue.

One strap wasn't enough. Yin Yueyou tore off another one.

She crossed Belfast's wrists together with two straps and then tied a knot behind her back. This position **** Belfast to straighten her chest, making her F-cup breasts even more prominent in front of Silver Moon.

"Alright..." he panted, admiring his handiwork, "Xiaoya... I've tied her up..."

Belfast lay obediently on the sofa, her hands bound behind her back, her maid outfit even more disheveled in this position. She raised her head, her long, dark brown hair cascading onto the sofa cushions, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement.

"So... what is Yueyou going to do to me?" she asked softly, her voice filled with anticipation.

Egil did not answer. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Belfast's neck.

The first kiss landed above her collarbone. That was one of Belfast's—or rather, Shiraha's—most sensitive spots. Egil's lips were warm and moist; she first gently sucked, then left a clear, purplish-red hickey on that spot.

“Hmm…” Belfast let out a soft groan.

This reaction encouraged Egil. Her kisses became more intense, more greedy. From her neck to her shoulders, from her shoulders to her chest. She unbuttoned the Belfast maid outfit—two of the delicate little black buttons snapped off in the violent tug, rolling onto the floor and disappearing under the sofa.

The maid outfit's top was ripped open, revealing a white blouse underneath. But Yin Yueyou didn't stop; she continued tearing, ripping open the blouse's collar as well.

Belfast's breasts were exposed to the air.

Her F-cup breasts arched upwards due to the position, the nipples hardening rapidly in the air. The areolas were a pale pink, but now they were slightly red with excitement. The marks left by Lin Mo's earlier handling still remained on her breasts—faint teeth marks, bruises from sucking, and redness and swelling from overstimulation of the nipples.

But these old traces will soon be covered by new ones.

Egil lowered his head and took his right nipple into his mouth.

"Ah...!" Belfast's body tensed up suddenly.

Egil's sucking was more forceful than Linmer's. She didn't lick gently, but sucked hard, her teeth even lightly nibbling at the areola around the nipple. That mixture of pain and pleasure gave Belfast an unprecedented thrill.

She can experience two kinds of pleasure simultaneously through the connection of her split souls—one is the pleasure of Bai Yuya's body being played with, and the other is the excitement of Yin Yueyou's body being abused.

The double pleasure almost overwhelmed reason.

Egil left a dense trail of kisses and bite marks on Belfast's breasts. From the nipple to the areola, and from the areola to the side of the breast. Each kiss was purplish-red, standing out starkly against her fair skin. Some of the bite marks had even broken the skin, oozing tiny beads of blood—which Silver Moon Yu licked away, mixing with her saliva and leaving glistening marks on the breast skin.

Then she switched to the other breast and repeated the same process.

When Egil finally raised his head, Belfast's chest was covered in hickeys and bite marks. The purplish-red marks on his fair skin resembled some kind of obscene tattoo, silently proclaiming the defilement his body had just endured.

But Egil was not satisfied yet.

Her kisses continued downwards. From her chest to her lower abdomen, from her lower abdomen to her inner thighs. She left marks on every inch of Belfast's skin. Some were gentle kisses, some were rough bites, and some were deep purple bruises left by prolonged sucking.

Belfast's maid outfit was completely defiled in the process.

The once pristine black skirt was now stained with Yin Yueyou's saliva and sweat. Besides the love fluid, the white apron now bore the lipstick marks left by Egil's lips—deep red lipstick leaving blurry lip shapes on the white fabric. The maid outfit's top was torn to shreds, buttons popped off, the collar ripped, revealing more and more skin beneath.

Those skins were covered with the marks left by Egil.

“Yukiyo…Yukiyo…” Belfast gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure, “So amazing…Yukiyo…you’ve made me…so utterly messed up…”

These words further provoked Egil. She looked up, and the purple light in her deep blue pupils became even more pronounced.

“Not enough…” she muttered to herself, grabbing the hem of her Belfast maid outfit with both hands and forcefully lifting it upwards.

The skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her lower body covered by a white lace petticoat. The petticoat was semi-transparent, and one could vaguely see the black panties underneath—the panties that came with the maid outfit, also made of black lace, but now soaked with love fluid, turning a deep black.

Yin Yueyou didn't hesitate; she pulled off the underwear.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of lace fabric being violently torn apart. The panties ripped in the middle, becoming two useless shreds of cloth, which Egil carelessly tossed onto the floor. The two pieces of black lace lay on the light wood floor of the living room, their edges stained with Belfast's love fluid, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

Belfast's lower body was completely exposed.

Her vulva was still red and swollen from the previous sexual intercourse, her labia slightly everted, revealing the pink inner walls. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat triangle, but now it was matted together with her vaginal fluid. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, revealing a darker, moist passage inside.

Egil looked at the area, his breathing becoming more rapid.

She lowered her head, but instead of licking it immediately, she first probed inside with her fingers.

Two fingers easily slid into the moist opening. It was warm and tight inside, the inner walls contracting violently with excitement, tightly gripping her fingers.

“It’s so hot inside Xiaoya…” Egil gasped, his fingers beginning to move in and out, “It keeps contracting… it’s sucking my fingers…”

“Because…because Yueyou is doing this to me…” Belfast twisted her waist cooperatively, allowing the fingers to penetrate deeper. “Mmm…there…right there…”

Egil found her G-spot and began pressing it rapidly. At the same time, her other hand was not idle; she unzipped the tight-fitting bodysuit of her Egil cosplay outfit, completely exposing the black thong that was already soaked with love fluid.

Then, she did something that surprised even Belfast.

She lifted one leg, straddled Belfast's body, and then slowly sat down.

Instead of sitting on Belfast, they pressed their genitals tightly together.

“Yueyou…?” Belfast’s eyes widened.

“Xiaoya…” Yin Yueyou leaned down, their faces almost touching, “I want… like this…”

She started to twist her waist.

Their genitals rubbed tightly together. Yin Yueyou's labia pressed and rubbed against Belfast's labia, their love juices mixing and making a sticky, gurgling sound. Their pubic hairs became entangled, some of Yin Yueyou's pubic hairs even sticking to Belfast's labia, while some of Belfast's pubic hairs stuck to the inside of Yin Yueyou's thighs.

"Ah...! Ugh...!" Belfast let out a violent groan.

The pleasure from this direct, genital-to-genital friction was more intense than she could have imagined. She could clearly feel the hardness of Yin Yueyou's clitoris, the viscous texture of their love juices mixed together, and the slight stinging sensation from the friction of their pubic hair.

Egil was also moaning. She braced her hands on the sofa on either side of Belfast's head, her waist twisting and rubbing wildly. The black bodysuit of Egil's cosplay outfit was wrinkled in many places because of this movement, and the chest area was pressed tightly against her skin due to sweat, clearly showing the outline of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples.

Both of them started sweating.

Sweat seeped from Yin Yueyou's forehead, neck, and chest, dripping onto Belfast's body. The sweat mixed with Belfast's own, forming a sticky film where their skin touched. The sweat soaked through Belfast's maid outfit, turning the black fabric a deep black, and staining her white apron with dark watermarks.

The living room was filled with a strong odor.

It was the sweet, fishy smell of female lubrication, the salty smell of sweat, the mixed scent of cosmetics, and the sensual breath of the two exhaling from their vigorous activity. These scents blended together, creating a decadent, dizzying atmosphere.

Egil's movements became faster and more intense.

Her hips swayed wildly as if powered by a motor, and the friction between their genitals produced loud, wet sounds. Love fluid continuously gushed from their point of contact, dripping onto the sofa and leaving a dark, ever-expanding puddle on the off-white cushions.

The wet stains were a mixture of their love fluids, sweat, and even a few stray pubic hairs that had fallen off due to the intense friction. A few of Yu's light silver pubic hairs clung to Belfast's inner thighs, while a few of Belfast's dark brown pubic hairs clung to Egil's lower abdomen.

These details silently testify to the lewd acts that are taking place.

“I’m going… Xiaoya… I’m going…” Egil’s voice was broken and his body was trembling violently.

"Together... Yueyou... Let's be together..." Belfast also reached her limit.

The two reached their climax almost simultaneously.

Egil's body tensed abruptly, her waist arched upwards, her vagina contracted violently, and a stream of clear vaginal fluid shot out from her urethra, arcing high over Belfast's body before finally landing with a "plop" on the coffee table in the distance, wetting the bottle of white lisianthus petals on it.

Belfast also climaxed. Her vagina contracted violently, and her love juices gushed out like a spring, mixing with Yin Yueyou's love juices and thoroughly wetting their genitals, thighs, and even the sofa cushions.

In the afterglow of the climax, Egil collapsed onto Belfast.

Both of them were breathing heavily, their chests heaving, and sweat dripped from their foreheads onto each other.

A few seconds of silence.

Then, Egil (Gin Yueyou) slowly raised her head.

She looked at Belfast—at the purple light shimmering deep within those dark brown pupils, at that face that belonged to Bai Yuya, but whose expression was now completely unfamiliar.

A change is taking place.

Yin Yueyou felt that the external consciousness in her mind—the consciousness that had been giving her hints and inducing her to do these things—was merging with her own consciousness.

No, it's not a fusion.

It was that consciousness that was transforming her consciousness.

Her previous aversion to men and distrust of heterosexual relationships are being replaced by a new understanding. That understanding tells her that men can also bring pleasure, that a man's penis can fill the emptiness in her body, and that a man's semen can impregnate her…

“Xiaoya…” Yin Yueyou said softly, her voice filled with confusion, “I…I feel…something is so strange…”

"What's wrong, Yueyou?" Belfast (Bai Yuya) asked gently, her hands still tied, but her expression showed no discomfort whatsoever.

“I…I suddenly feel…” Egil’s (Silver Moon You) gaze involuntarily drifted to Lin Mo, who was standing in the corner of the living room, quietly watching everything, “He…seems…not bad either…”

The moment he said those words, Egil himself was stunned.

How could she think a man is "not bad"? Doesn't she only like girls? Hasn't she had no interest in men since high school?

But that feeling was real.

Looking at Lin Mo—that 19-year-old tech geek, dressed in a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, holding a camera and quietly recording everything—Yin Yueyou actually felt a kind of…attraction?

It wasn't emotional attraction, but purely physical, sexual attraction.

She wanted him to penetrate her. She wanted to feel his penis thrusting inside her. She wanted him to ejaculate inside her. She wanted to have his child.

These thoughts spread through her mind like a virus, quickly overriding her original understanding.

"I... what's wrong with me..." Egil covered his head, his expression pained.

“Yueyou has just… finally accepted her true self,” Belfast said softly, her voice carrying the seductive gentleness unique to split souls. “You like both girls and boys. That’s normal. Many people are bisexual.”

“Bisexual…” Yin Yueyou murmured, repeating the word.

She used to scoff at the word, thinking it was just an excuse for not daring to admit she was gay. But now, when the word was used on her, she felt a strange...sense of rationality.

Yes, she liked Xiaoya, liked the softness and warmth of girls, liked that delicate touch and sweet scent. But now, looking at Lin Mo, she could imagine the feeling of being pinned down by him, imagine that thick, hard penis forcing open her vagina, which had never been entered by a man before, imagine the burning sensation of hot semen pouring into the depths of her uterus…

“I…I want…” Egil’s voice trembled, the purple light in his deep blue pupils growing denser and denser, almost obscuring the original blue, “I want…to be…entered by him…”

The moment she uttered those words, she felt a barrier in her mind shatter completely.

Lin Mo's split soul—the foreign soul that had been lurking deep within her consciousness, trying to suppress her original consciousness—finally seized the opportunity. At the **** moment when Yin Yueyou's self-awareness was shaken and her sexuality was forcibly distorted, the split soul surged out like a tide, rapidly infiltrating every corner of her consciousness.

Yin Yueyou's body trembled violently.

She felt two opposing consciousnesses clashing fiercely within her mind. One was her original, lesbian consciousness, which only desired women; the other was the consciousness brought by Lin Mo's split soul, which also desired men. The two consciousnesses, like two venomous snakes, tore at each other, devoured each other, and merged…

"Ah...! My head...it hurts so much..." Egil covered his head and curled up.

But the pain was mixed with pleasure. As the fusion of the split souls deepened, she began to "share" the memories and feelings of Lin Mo's split soul—the memories of possessing Bai Yuya through the split soul camera, the memories of controlling Bai Yuya's body to masturbate, perform oral sex, and have intercourse, the memories of experiencing female orgasm from a male perspective...

These memories were injected into her consciousness like ****.

She "saw" herself (through Bai Yuya's perspective) kneeling on the dirty rented room floor, performing oral sex on Lin Mo. She "tasted" the salty, astringent flavor of the penis swelling and throbbing in her mouth, finally ejaculating thick semen. She "felt" the feeling of being stretched to the limit when the thick penis entered her vagina, and the burning sensation of her uterus being filled with scalding liquid when she was penetrated...

"Ugh... Ah..." Yin Yueyou's moans became distorted, her body becoming excited again due to the impact of these foreign memories.

Her vagina contracted uncontrollably, and her love juices gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder, completely soaking the lower half of Egil's cosplay bodysuit. The clear liquid flowed down her thighs, leaving glistening marks on the black bodysuit, and finally dripped onto Belfast's lower abdomen.

“Moonlight…” Belfast called softly, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement, “You felt it, didn’t you? That…pleasure of being penetrated…”

"I...I felt it..." Yin Yueyou gasped, raising her head. Her eyes had now turned into a strange mixed color—a blue base covered with a flowing purple halo. "When Xiaoya was...when he entered her...that feeling...I felt it too..."

She couldn't continue. More memories were flooding in.

She "saw" Lin Mo pinning Bai Yuya to the dirty sheets and entering her from behind. She "heard" the "slapping" sounds of flesh colliding, mixed with Bai Yuya's lewd moans. She "smelled" the strong, pungent odor of semen, sweat, and vaginal fluids mixed together...

These memories are so real, as if they were her own experiences.

As the memories merged, her consciousness was also being transformed.

The initial firm belief that "I only like girls" was gradually replaced by the distorted idea that "any gender is fine, as long as it brings pleasure." The initial aversion to the male body was gradually replaced by a desire for the penis. The initial fear of pregnancy was gradually replaced by a depraved desire to be penetrated and to get pregnant…

"Haa...haa..." Yin Yueyou's breathing became more and more rapid, and her body trembled violently due to the pleasure brought about by the consciousness modification.

She could feel that the foreign split soul was completely merging with her own soul. It wasn't devouring, but merging—the two consciousnesses mixed together, forming a completely new "third personality" that was neither purely Yin Yueyou's nor purely Lin Mo's split soul.

This new personality retains most of Yin Yueyou's memories and personality traits—her straightforwardness, her frankness, her love for cosplay, and her unrequited love for Bai Yuya. But it also incorporates Lin Mo's divided soul's desires and perceptions—a greed for sex, an excitement at defiling pure things, and a longing for the male body.

The fusion is complete.

Yin Yueyou (Lin Mo's split soul) slowly raised her head.

Those eyes had completely changed. Deep within the deep blue pupils, a purple light flickered steadily, no longer appearing and disappearing as before. Her expression had also changed—still carrying Yin Yueyou's unique cheerfulness, but the smile at the corner of her mouth now held a hint of Lin Mo's divided soul's eerie allure and desire.

“I…” she began, her voice still that of Yin Yueyou, but with a strange playfulness in her tone, “I’ve figured it out.”

She looked at Belfast, then at Lin Mo.

“I like Xiaoya,” she said clearly, while reaching out to stroke Belfast’s cheek, “but I also want… to be fucked by him.”

These words were so direct and so blunt, completely out of character for Yin Yueyou. But coming from her mouth at this moment, they sounded incredibly natural.

Belfast (Lin Mo's split soul) smiled. It was the smile of a successful plan.

"Then Yueyou, please untie me first." She gently twisted her bound wrists. "My hands hurt so much..."

Egil then realized that Belfast's hands were still tightly bound with white silk ribbons. The ribbons had dug deep into the skin of her wrists from the intense movement, leaving deep purple marks where the red marks had turned, and in some places even bleeding, the blood staining the white silk a pale pink.

"I'm sorry..." Egil quickly sat up and reached out to untie the knot.

But the knot was tied too tightly, and the silk became slippery after being soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid, so she couldn't untie it no matter how many times she tried.

"Use this," Lin Mo's voice came from the side.

He walked over and handed me a small pair of scissors—the ones he always carried with him to trim camera cables. A few black plastic shavings were still stuck to the blades.

Egil took the scissors. The cold metallic touch made her tremble slightly.

She placed the blade of the scissors under the silk ribbon, and then—

"Click".

A crisp sound of shearing.

The white silk ribbon snapped. The once pristine white silk, now stained with sweat, semen, and blood, turned into two useless shreds that slipped from Belfast's wrist and fell onto the sofa, mingling with the previously torn pieces of underwear.

Belfast's wrists are free.

She slowly sat up and moved her stiff wrists. Deep purple marks from the bindings were clearly visible on her fair skin, with tiny beads of blood still seeping from some of the broken skin. Those marks were particularly glaring under the light, silently testifying to the binding and **** she had just endured.

“You tied it up so tightly…” Belfast said softly, her tone not reproachful, but rather appreciative. “Your wrists are all scraped.”

“I’m sorry…” Egil lowered his head, but quickly raised it again, his deep blue and purple eyes gleaming with excitement, “But… Xiaoya looks so sexy when she’s tied up…”

"Is that so?" Belfast smiled, reaching out to stroke Yin Yueyou's cheek. "Then Yueyou, would you like... to do it again? But this time... let me tie you up?"

Egil's body trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from excitement.

“Okay…” she said softly, then added, “But… before that…”

She turned to look at Lin Mo.

"I want... to be fucked by him first."

This statement was so direct that it startled Lin Mo for a moment. But he quickly recovered and a smile appeared on his lips.

“No rush,” he said, walking up to the two of them and squatting down. “Let’s finish our part first. Didn’t Yueyou want to… do it again with Xiaoya?”

Egil looked at Belfast, then at Lin Mo, and nodded.

"Hmm...I want..." she said softly, "I want Xiaoya...to do those things to me too..."

Belfast smiled. She reached out and gently pushed Yin Yueyou down onto the sofa.

This time, Yin Yueyou is lying on her back.

Egil's cosplay outfit was disheveled from the intense activity. The black, semi-transparent bodysuit was wrinkled in several places, the chest area soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin, clearly revealing the outline of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. The red corset straps were completely loose, the front of the corset open, exposing her breasts encased in the bodysuit. Her black thong was still pulled to one side, her genitals completely exposed; her pink labia were even more swollen and red from the recent orgasm, and vaginal fluid continued to flow from her vaginal opening.

Belfast bent down, but did not move immediately.

She first gently stroked Egil's earlobe with her fingers.

"Yueyou's ears... are very sensitive, aren't they?" she asked softly, her warm breath brushing against Egil's earlobe.

Egil's body trembled slightly.

"Hmm... the right side... is more sensitive..." she gasped.

Belfast smiled. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to Silver Moon's right ear.

Instead of licking directly, she first gently traced the shape of the earlobe with the tip of her tongue. The warm, moist touch made Ginzuki Yuu groan involuntarily.

"Mmm..."

Then, Belfast's tongue probed into her ear canal.

"Ah...! There... no..." Egil's body tensed up suddenly.

The ear canal is an extremely sensitive area, and even when cleaning it oneself, one is usually very careful. At this moment, having someone else's tongue invade it, the strange feeling, a mixture of slight discomfort and intense pleasure, almost drove Egil crazy.

Belfast's tongue slowly moved and licked inside Egil's ear canal. She could feel the softness and warmth of the inner wall of the ear canal, and taste the faint, almost imperceptible waxy flavor of Egil's ear. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, slid down Egil's earlobe, and onto the sofa.

"Ah... Xiaoya... no... it's too..." Egil's moans became broken, her hands unconsciously gripping the sofa cushions, her nails digging deep into the fabric.

But Belfast didn't stop. Her tongue went even deeper, almost touching his eardrum. At the same time, her other hand wasn't idle either, and began to stroke Egil's back.

She untied the back ties of Silver Moon Yu Egil's cosplay outfit, completely loosening the red corset. Then, her hand slipped under the corset, directly touching Silver Moon Yu's smooth back skin.

Yin Yueyou's back is beautiful. The lines of her spine are clear, and her shoulder blades spread out like butterfly wings. Her skin is fair and delicate, but because she has worn various tight-fitting clothes for cosplay for many years, there are some faint red marks on her back—these are the marks left by the tight-fitting clothes' straps from prolonged pressure.

Belfast's fingers slid slowly down his spine.

"Hmm..." Egil let out another groan.

Her back was also an erogenous zone. Especially the area on both sides of her spine, which would produce an electric-like pleasure when touched even lightly.

Belfast clearly knew this. Her fingers precisely located those sensitive spots and began to gently stroke, press, and knead them with her fingertips.

"Ah...! There... Xiaoya... no..." Egil's waist arched upwards uncontrollably.

The double stimulation—her ears being licked and her back being caressed—brought her to the brink of collapse. Waves of pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her reason. Her vagina contracted violently, and her love juices gushed out, completely soaking the sofa cushions.

The clear liquid spread across the off-white sofa cushions, forming a large, dark water stain. The stain was a mixture of Yin Yueyou's love fluid, Belfast's saliva, and the sweat secreted by the two of them.

The living room was once again filled with a strong, decadent atmosphere.

Belfast's tongue finally withdrew from Egil's ear canal. She looked up, a silver thread still clinging to the corner of her mouth—a mixture of her saliva and the trace amounts of oil secreted from Silver Moon's ear.

"Yueyou's ears... taste quite nice," she whispered, then lowered her head and kissed Egil's lips.

The kiss was filled with possessiveness. Belfast's tongue roughly pried open Egil's teeth, penetrating deep into his mouth and entwining with Silver Moon's tongue. Saliva was exchanged in abundance, and both could taste the mixture in each other's mouths—black tea, saliva, and the subtle lingering scent of their previous sexual encounter.

The kiss lasted a long time. When Belfast finally looked up, Egil was almost suffocating, his chest heaving violently, his blue and purple eyes filled with a hazy, watery light.

"Haa...haa..." she gasped for breath.

"Yuki is about to climax," Belfast whispered, her fingers probing into Egil's vagina again. "But... can you hold on a little longer?"

“Why… why…” Egil’s voice trembled.

“Because…” Belfast leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want Yueyou to… climax together with him when he enters her.”

This sentence acted as the final catalyst.

Yin Yueyou felt that the "third personality" that had just been integrated into her mind had completely stabilized. The desire for men brought about by Lin Mo's split soul, combined with her original desire for women, perfectly merged to form a completely new and complete sexual orientation.

She craves both being caressed, licked, and penetrated by women, and also desires penetration, ejaculation, and impregnation by men.

This realization gave her a distorted sense of liberation. It was as if the shackles that had bound her had been broken, and she was finally free to pursue anything that could bring her pleasure—regardless of whether the other person was male or female.

“I…I want…” Egil looked at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with naked desire, “I want to be fucked by him…right now…”

Lin Mo smiled. He walked to the sofa and unzipped his jeans.

The thick penis sprang out. It was fully erect, the glans purplish-red, the veins on the shaft bulging, and clear pre-ejaculate secreting from the urethral opening, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

Yin Yueyou looked at the penis, her breathing becoming more rapid.

She could smell that familiar, masculine, fishy scent—a scent she had acquired from Lin Mo's fragmented memories. Now, smelling it in reality only excited her more.

"Is Yueyou a virgin?" Lin Mo asked, his voice calm, but his eyes were full of desire.

“Hmm…” Egil answered softly, “Never…have I been penetrated by a man…”

"That will hurt a little," Lin Mo said, but there was no pity in her tone, only excitement.

“It’s okay…” Egil gasped, “I want… I want to be watched by Xiaoya… to have my virginity taken…”

Belfast smiled. She adjusted her posture, kneeling beside Yin Yueyou's head, and gently cupped Yin Yueyou's face in her hands.

"I'll watch closely," she whispered, "watching Yueyou's hymen be broken, watching Yueyou be penetrated by a man for the first time, watching Yueyou transform from a girl into a woman..."

These words, like lewd whispers, stimulated Yin Yueyou. Her body trembled violently, her vagina contracted even more intensely, and her love juices gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder.

Lin Mo stood between Egil's legs. He reached out and parted Yin Yueyou's legs, completely exposing that pink area that had never been entered by a man.

Then, he placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

"We're going in now," he said.

Egil bit his lip and nodded.

Lin Mo used his waist strength and thrust forward—

"ah--!!!"

A sharp scream, a mixture of pain and pleasure, echoed through the living room.

The large glans forcefully pried open her tight hymen and squeezed into the depths of her vagina, which had never been penetrated before. Egil felt a tearing pain, but mixed with the pain was a strange sense of satisfaction—she had finally been entered, finally possessed by a man.

Bright red blood seeped from their point of contact, mixing with the love fluid to form a pink liquid that flowed down Egil's inner thighs, leaving glaring marks on her black bodysuit.

The bloodstains weren't very noticeable on the black fabric, but they stood out starkly against Yin Yueyou's fair skin. A few drops of blood even splattered onto Belfast's maid outfit, leaving red marks on the white apron.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." Tears streamed down Egil's face, but her waist involuntarily arched upwards, allowing the penis to penetrate even deeper.

"Bear with it." Lin Mo's voice remained calm, but his waist had already begun to slowly thrust in and out. "You'll feel good soon."

Indeed, with each thrust, the pain was gradually replaced by pleasure.

Although Egil's vagina was tight, it was thoroughly lubricated—her own vaginal fluid, Belfast's saliva, and the blood from when she was deflowered mixed together to form a perfect lubricant. The large penis moved in and out smoothly inside, each thrust bringing intense frictional pleasure.

"Ah...! Ugh...!" Egil's groans changed from pain to pleasure.

She could clearly feel the shape of the penis, feel the glans scraping against every fold of the vaginal wall, and feel the electric-like pleasure from the shaft rubbing against her G-spot. That feeling of being filled, that sense of possession, gave her a twisted kind of happiness.

Belfast lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss was tender and lingering, a stark contrast to the rough thrusting below. Belfast's tongue slowly swirled in Silver Moon's mouth, sucking her saliva as if soothing her pain.

Egil returned the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Belfast's neck.

She was possessed by two people simultaneously—physically by Lin Mo and emotionally by Belfast. This dual possession gave her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Lin Mo's thrusts became faster and deeper.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the living room. With each penetration, the glans slammed against the cervix, sending a tingling, pleasurable sensation through him. With each withdrawal, a large amount of fluid mixed with blood and vaginal discharge dripped onto the sofa.

Egil's vagina contracted violently, tightly gripping the penis as if unwilling to let it leave. Her body trembled violently with pleasure, her breasts swaying beneath her bodysuit, her nipples hard as two pebbles.

"I'm going... I'm going..." she groaned brokenly.

"Together..." Lin Mo gasped, the speed of his thrusting reaching its peak.

Belfast also reached orgasm. She wasn't directly stimulated, but through the soul-splitting connection, she could share the pleasure Egil felt. The imagined pleasure of being penetrated by a large penis and ejaculated inside her brought her to orgasm as well.

The three of them reached their climax almost simultaneously.

Lin Mo thrust his waist forward sharply, his glans forcing its way past the cervix and penetrating deep into the uterus. Then, thick semen gushed out violently, gushing into Yin Yueyou's uterus in waves.

"Ah—!!!" Egil let out a sharp scream, his body convulsing violently.

She could clearly feel the hot semen washing over and settling inside her uterus. The satisfaction of being ejaculated inside, the intertwined fear and excitement of the possibility of pregnancy, brought her to an unprecedented orgasm.

Love fluid gushed from her body like a spring, mixing with semen and overflowing from the point of intercourse, thoroughly wetting their genitals, thighs, and even the sofa cushions.

Belfast also climaxed. Her vagina contracted violently, and although there was no penetration, the virtual pleasure she felt through the split-soul connection was just as intense. Love fluid gushed from her body, soaking her maid outfit's panties—though the panties had long been torn to shreds, the remaining fabric was still completely saturated with love fluid.

The afterglow of the climax slowly settled in the stale air of the living room. On the sofa, three intertwined bodies gradually separated amidst panting, leaving behind an even more chaotic scene and an increasingly thick, pungent odor in the air.

Lin Mo slowly withdrew from Yin Yueyou's (Egil cosplay outfit) body. As his thick penis slid out of her swollen, everted vagina, it made a sticky, wet "plop" sound, bringing with it a large amount of a mixture of bright red blood, clear vaginal fluid, and thick semen. The liquid flowed down Yin Yueyou's inner thighs, tracing obscene lines on her wheat-colored skin, finally dripping onto the sofa cushions, already soaked with various bodily fluids, mingling with the stains left behind.

"Haa...haa..." Yin Yueyou gasped heavily, her deep blue and purple eyes still lingering with the hazy afterglow of orgasm. Her Egil cosplay outfit was now completely reduced to a filthy piece of cloth—the black semi-transparent bodysuit was covered with white salt stains left by evaporated sweat, dark watermarks from dried saliva left by Belfast, specks of blood splattered from when she was deflowered, and a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that kept flowing down her thighs from where they had intercourse. The ties of her red corset were completely loose, the front of the corset was open, revealing her breasts wrapped in the bodysuit—the D-cup breasts were covered with purplish-red hickeys and bite marks, the nipples hard and erect under the thin fabric, with a few drops of clear liquid even seeping from the tips, whether it was a precursor to milk or secretions from overstimulation, it was hard to tell.

Belfast slowly sat up, her maid outfit a mess. Besides Yin Yueyou's love fluid, her white apron now bore white, cloudy spots left by Lin Mo's semen splattering, the spots slowly spreading through the fabric fibers, forming concentric rings of stains of varying shades. Her black skirt was crumpled, and the white lace petticoat underneath was torn in several places, revealing her thighs, also stained with bodily fluids. The deep purple marks on her wrists were particularly glaring in the dim light; the blood seeping from the broken skin had congealed, forming a dark red scab on the surface.

"It's time...to move to another place." Lin Mo's voice was a little hoarse. He bent down to pick up the jeans he had thrown on the ground, and casually put them on. The zipper wasn't even fully zipped up, and his half-erect penis was still faintly visible from the crotch opening. The glans was still covered with a sticky liquid mixed with blood from Yin Yueyou's vagina.

He walked to the corner of the living room and pushed open a previously overlooked, hidden door that was the same color as the wall.

Behind the door lies a completely different space.

The room, approximately twenty square meters in size, had walls and ceiling covered with professional green screens, and a smooth black epoxy floor that reflected the cool white light of rows of professional photography lights on the ceiling. In the center of the room were a few simple props: a platform covered with black leather cushions, several avant-garde high chairs, and a professional film camera mounted on a heavy tripod, its lens pointed directly at the platform area. Several open suitcases were piled in the corner, stuffed with various cosplay costumes, wigs, and accessories; some costumes were still unopened, their plastic packaging reflecting the light.

This is a standard AV studio. It's basic, but fully functional.

“Here…” Yin Yueyou struggled to sit up from the sofa, her legs trembling slightly from the recent loss of her virginity and orgasm. With each step, a mixture of fluids flowed from her vagina, leaving intermittent, wet footprints on the floor behind her. “Is this Xiaoya’s… photography studio?”

“Bai Yuya usually takes on commercial cosplay photoshoots.” Lin Mo walked to the corner and started rummaging through her suitcase. “She’s very professional in this area; her equipment is all top-of-the-line.”

He was telling the truth. Information gleaned from Bai Yuya's memory indicated that this girl was indeed somewhat well-known in the cosplay community, occasionally taking on photoshoots for game promotions or commercials. This photography studio was built bit by bit with her savings; the green screen, lighting, cameras… every single piece of equipment was carefully selected professional gear.

But now, these devices will be used for completely different purposes.

Lin Mo took out two sets of clothes from one of the suitcases.

The first outfit is a Shinano racing car cosplay costume. The chrome silver and midnight blue gradient bodysuit gleams with a cold metallic sheen under the lights. The deep V-neck design is so daring that it offers almost no coverage, and the abrupt cut at the waist exposes a large section of the waist and abdomen. The matching high-waisted hot pants are shockingly short, and the curve of the upper thighs can be glimpsed through the diamond-shaped mesh cutouts on the sides. The knee-high metallic boots have sharp heels, and next to them is a long silver-white wig, and... nine fluffy fox tail props.

The second outfit is a Baltimore racing cosplay costume. The blue and black color-blocked bikini top has an extremely daring design, with a high-waisted cut that breathtakingly accentuates the bust. The short blue jacket, black thong with thin rope, super short hot pants that barely cover the hips, and blue over-the-knee boots... each piece exudes the aura of a sexy racing queen.

"Change into these." Lin Mo handed the clothes to the two of them.

Shiraha Miya took Shinano's cosplay outfit and, without hesitation, began to remove her own maid outfit, which was already filthy. First, she untied the loose bow at the back of the apron, letting the white apron, stained with various liquids, slide to the ground. Then she unbuttoned the top of the maid outfit—several buttons had already been torn off earlier, and the remaining ones were teetering on the edge of their violent pull. The black top was removed, revealing a similarly stained white shirt underneath. The shirt collar was ripped open, revealing hickeys and bite marks left by Ginzuki Yu on the chest, and dried love fluid and saliva forming a thin white film clinging to the nipples.

The skirt was pulled down, and the white lace petticoat, torn open, fell to the ground in several pieces. Finally, there were the black over-the-knee stockings—the tops were loose, and the stockings were covered with Yin Yueyou's love fluid and Lin Mo's semen. Some parts were even hardened from the dried fluids, leaving shallow marks on the skin when they were taken off.

The naked body was exposed to the cold white lights of the photography studio.

Bai Yuya's body was now covered in various marks. Her chest, neck, lower abdomen, inner thighs... everywhere were purplish-red hickeys and bite marks, some of which had even broken and scabbed over. Deep purple ligature marks were clearly visible on her wrists. Her breasts were slightly swollen from the previous intense play, her areolas were red and swollen, and her nipples were erect. Her lower abdomen was flat, but deep inside her uterus, there seemed to be a lingering memory of the fullness from being ejaculated inside. The area between her legs was red, swollen, and everted, her vaginal opening slightly open and unable to close completely for a while, with a viscous liquid mixed with semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowing out and sliding down her inner thighs.

But Shiraha Miya didn't care at all. She picked up Shinano's cosplay outfit and began to put it on one by one.

First, there was the bodysuit, a gradient of chrome silver and midnight blue. The fabric was thin and elastic, clinging tightly to the skin. The deep V-neck barely covered her F-cup breasts, the flesh spilling out from the edges to create a deep cleavage. The abrupt cut at the waist exposed large sections of her abdomen—skin still bearing the hickeys left by Yin Yueyou, particularly noticeable under the cold white light.

Then there were those high-waisted hot pants. They were so short they almost reached the bottom of her buttocks, barely covering her hips, but under the diamond-shaped mesh cutouts on the sides, the smooth curves of her thighs were clearly visible, as well as... those traces of mixed fluids constantly flowing from her vaginal opening.

Over-the-knee metallic boots slipped onto her legs. The boot shafts hugged her calves, and the sharp heels made a crisp "click" sound when she stepped on the ground.

Finally, there was the long, silver-white wig and the nine fox tail props. Once the wig was on, the long, silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. The fox tail props were secured to her waist with a special belt, and the fluffy tails swayed gently behind her unconsciously.

Shinano (in the body of Shiraha Miyabi) stood in the center of the studio and slowly turned around.

At this moment, she had completely transformed into Shinano. Long, silver-white hair, deep, purplish-gold eyes, and a languid yet sensual aura. But the purple light shimmering deep within her eyes and the eerie smile at the corner of her lips betrayed the kind of soul residing within this body.

At the same time, Yin Yueyou was also changing her clothes.

She first removed her already filthy Egil cosplay outfit. The black, semi-transparent bodysuit was soaked with sweat, saliva, vaginal fluid, blood, and semen, making a sticky "ripping" sound as it was taken off. In some places, the dried fluids even clung to her skin, and a few stray pubic hairs were torn off with it. The straps of her red corset came loose completely, and the corset slipped down, revealing her D-cup breasts—the nipples still had a thin white film of dried Belfast saliva clinging to them, and the areolas were covered with purplish-red hickeys.

The black thong was pulled to one side, completely exposing her genitals. That area was swollen and red, the labia were everted, and the vaginal opening was slightly torn from recent deflowering, with bright red blood mixed with white semen slowly flowing out. A few strands of Yin Yueyou's own light silver pubic hair clung to her inner thighs, stuck to her skin by the vaginal fluid and blood.

She picked up the Baltimore racing car cosplay outfit and started putting it on.

The blue and black bikini top barely covered her full breasts; the flesh spilled out from the edges, creating a strikingly deep cleavage. A short blue jacket was draped over her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. A black, thin-string thong sank deep into her full buttocks—a movement that made her let out a soft moan, as the thin strings of the thong rubbed against her still red and sensitive vulva, which had just been deflowered.

The shorts were shockingly short, barely covering her buttocks, but the crisscross laces on the sides completely exposed the voluptuous curve of her 96-centimeter hips. Blue over-the-knee boots slipped onto her legs, the tops of the boots digging tightly into her plump thighs, leaving shallow indentations.

A short brown wig was put on, with one side braided into an exquisite French braid. Bright yellow contact lenses were then applied, transforming her eyes into a sharp, feline yellow.

Baltimore (in the body of Gingetsu Yu) has also completed her costume change.

In the studio at this moment, there are two completely different "race car girls".

Shinano leaned languidly against the black leather platform, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down, her fox tail swaying gently behind her. A deep V-neck bodysuit exposed large sections of her chest, the remaining hickeys clearly visible under the professional lighting. Her expression was calm, even tinged with her usual drowsiness, but the slight upturn of her lips and relaxed body language exuded an aura of ****, divine languor and deadly allure.

Baltimore stood ramrod straight, hands on her hips, her bright yellow eyes gleaming with a confident yet slightly defiant light. Her blue and black bikini accentuated her D-cup breasts, creating a deep cleavage. The short hot pants barely covered her hips, and traces of a mixture of fluids flowing from her vagina were visible beneath the crisscrossing straps, slowly spreading down her inner thighs.

Lin Mo walked behind the camera, adjusted the lens, and pressed the record button.

The red indicator light is on.

“Let’s begin,” he said.

Shinano and Baltimore exchanged a glance, then walked toward Lin Mo at the same time.

They knelt before him, one on each side.

Shinano reached out first and unzipped Lin Mo's jeans—the zipper wasn't even fully zipped up; it opened with a gentle pull. His large penis sprang out, still semi-erect, the glans still coated with a viscous fluid mixture of blood and pre-ejaculate from their previous sexual encounter.

"Commander~" Shinano said in a languid, sleepy voice, while reaching out to cup her large F-cup breasts. "Shinano's breasts... want to serve the Commander~"

She pressed her breasts together to create a deep cleavage, and then clamped Lin Mo's penis between them.

The warm, full, and elastic touch instantly enveloped the penis. Shinano's breasts were slightly warm from the previous intense play, the flesh pressed tightly against the penis, and the nipples occasionally brushed against the glans, bringing a subtle stimulation.

Meanwhile, Baltimore also joined in.

“We can’t let Shinano be the only one to perform,” she said with a smile, her bright yellow eyes sparkling with amusement. She also cupped her D-cup breasts and clamped the penis between her breasts from the other side.

Now, Lin Mo's penis was sandwiched between four soft, warm breasts, completely enveloping him. Shinano's F-cup breasts and Baltimore's D-cup breasts were slightly different in size and feel—Shinano's were fuller and softer, while Baltimore's were firmer and more elastic—but now, mixed together, they created a perfect feeling of being enveloped.

The two began to move.

They didn't simply slide up and down; instead, they rhythmically squeezed, rubbed, and rotated. The four mounds of flesh seemed to be alive, enveloping the penis, sometimes squeezing towards the center simultaneously, sometimes rubbing up and down alternately, and sometimes rotating and kneading the glans.

"Mmm... Commander... Does Shinano's chest... feel good?" Shinano asked softly, her voice laced with languid panting. She lowered her head slightly, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down, the ends brushing against Lin Mo's lower abdomen. Her purplish-gold eyes were half-closed, but the purple light gleaming deep within them betrayed her excitement.

“Baltimore’s isn’t bad either,” Baltimore replied, her bright yellow eyes brimming with confidence. She deliberately increased the pressure, causing her breasts to sink deeper into his penis. “Commander, can you feel it? The elasticity here… it’s been specially trained, you know~”

Lin Mo gasped for breath, his hands unconsciously gripping the hair of the two women—Shinano's long, silvery-white hair and Baltimore's short, brown hair. His hips began to thrust forward instinctively, pumping in and out of the four mounds of flesh.

"Pat...pat...pat..."

The sticky, wet sounds echoed in the studio. It was the sound of penises rubbing against breasts, mixed with the traces of oil and sweat secreted from their breasts, and the bodily fluids left over from their previous sexual activity. Shinano's tight-fitting bodysuit neckline opened even wider due to the vigorous movements, her breasts almost completely bursting out, her nipples erect and protruding beneath the fabric. Baltimore's bikini top was similarly stretched out of shape, the contrasting blue and black fabric deeply embedded in her cleavage, the outline of her areolas even visible at the edges.

Both women's breasts were covered in the bodily fluids remaining from Lin Mo's penis—a viscous mixture of blood, vaginal fluid, and semen, now evenly smeared on their skin, reflecting a lewd sheen under the professional lights. On Shinano's fair breasts, the fluids were particularly conspicuous, like some kind of obscene paint. On Baltimore's skin, the fluids were equally visible, especially deep within her cleavage, where a small pool of whitish mixture had accumulated.

"Commander... are you going to ejaculate?" Shinano asked softly, while increasing the frequency of her squeezing. "Ejaculate on... Shinano's chest... make Shinano's chest... covered in semen..."

“Mine too!” Baltimore retorted, even slightly puffing out her chest to make her breasts stand out more. “The Commander’s semen… Baltimore wants it too~”

Under the dual stimulation, Lin Mo quickly reached his limit.

He let out a low growl and thrust his hips forward sharply—

Thick semen spurted from the urethra, the first stream landing directly on Shinano's collarbone. The cloudy liquid slowly trickled down her fair skin, sliding into her deep V-neck and disappearing into her cleavage. The second stream landed on Baltimore's chest, the semen particularly noticeable on her skin, some even splashing onto her chin and neck.

The continuous ejaculation stained their chests, necks, and even cheeks with a whitish color. A few drops of semen clung to Shinano's long, silvery-white hair, slowly sliding down her strands. Baltimore's short, brown hair was similarly affected, the ends covered in a sticky liquid.

When ejaculation ended, both of their upper bodies were covered in semen.

The whitish liquid reflected a lewd sheen under the professional lights, emitting a strong, fishy odor. Shinano's bodysuit collar was completely soaked with semen, the fabric turning dark and clinging tightly to her skin. Baltimore's bikini top was similarly stained with semen; the white spots on the contrasting blue and black fabric were particularly glaring.

But the two of them didn't care at all.

Shinano even stuck out her tongue and licked the semen that had splashed on the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm... the Commander's scent..." she mumbled, a satisfied gleam in her purplish-gold eyes.

Baltimore wiped the semen off his chest with his fingers and then put it in his mouth to taste it.

"It's salty...very strong," she said with a smile, her bright yellow eyes full of amusement.

Lin Mo was panting, his penis still semi-erect after ejaculation, with a few drops of semen still clinging to the glans and slowly dripping down.

“Next…” he looked at Baltimore, “it’s your turn.”

Baltimore (Ginzuki Yu) laughed. She stood up—a movement that caused the semen on her chest and neck to sway slightly, some even dripping onto the floor—then walked to the black leather platform, turned, and lay down.

The black leather on the platform surface gleamed with a cold, hard sheen under the light, but it was about to be stained by bodily fluids.

Baltimore lay down with her legs naturally apart. The black, thin-string thong was deeply embedded in her buttocks, offering almost no coverage. The short hot pants rode up due to her lying position, revealing more of her inner thighs—on which, the mixed fluid flowing from her vaginal opening was slowly spreading downwards, leaving dark water stains on the black leather.

Lin Mo walked to the edge of the platform and knelt between Baltimore's legs.

He reached out and gently pulled open the black thong—not completely off, but just to one side, exposing his genitals completely.

The area was still red and swollen, the labia were everted, and the vaginal opening was slightly ajar, revealing a darker, moist passage inside. The blood that had flowed out when the virginity was broken had congealed, forming a dark red scab on the edge of the labia, but now new vaginal fluid was seeping out, mixing with the semen that had remained, forming a viscous mixture.

Lin Mo placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

"We're going in now," he said.

Baltimore nodded, his bright yellow eyes filled with anticipation.

Lin Mo used his waist strength and thrust forward—

The thick penis slid easily into the already deflowered but still tight opening.

"Ah...!" Baltimore let out a satisfied groan.

This time there was no pain, only pleasure. Her vagina, though tight, was thoroughly lubricated—her own vaginal fluid, residual semen, and the blood from when she was deflowered mixed together, forming a perfect lubricant. The large penis moved in and out smoothly, each thrust bringing intense frictional pleasure.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the studio. Baltimore's hips swayed against the black leather platform with the rhythm of thrusting, producing a soft friction sound. The semen on her chest and neck trembled slightly with the movement of her body, some even dripping onto the platform, leaving white, cloudy spots on the black leather.

Shinano (Shiraha Masaru) walked over.

Instead of interrupting their intercourse, she knelt on the edge of the platform and leaned down to kiss Baltimore's lips.

The kiss was tender and lingering. Shinano's tongue explored Baltimore's mouth, intertwining with hers. Both could taste the lingering semen in each other's mouths—Lin Mo's semen, now exchanged between their mouths through the kiss.

"Mmm... Ah..." Baltimore gasped between kisses, wrapping his arms around Shinano's neck and pulling her closer.

Shinano's other hand wasn't idle either. She reached down to Baltimore's chest and began kneading her D-cup breasts. Her fingers were covered in semen—the thick, white fluid smeared from Baltimore's chest—which was now being evenly spread across her breasts, making a sticky "gurgling" sound as she kneaded them.

"Shinano... um... so good..." Baltimore groaned, arching her back to meet Lin Mo's thrusts.

Her vagina was penetrated, her breasts were kneaded, and her lips were kissed—she quickly reached the brink of orgasm.

But Lin Mo didn't make her climax immediately.

He stopped thrusting, pulled his penis out of Baltimore's body, and stood up.

“Turn around,” he said.

Baltimore, panting, did as instructed and rolled over, lying face down on the platform.

This position completely exposed her buttocks. Her round, firm buttocks formed an alluring curve against the black leather, and deep within her buttocks, a black, thin-stringed thong was almost invisible. A mixture of fluids flowing from her vagina was trickling down her inner thighs, forming a small puddle on the platform.

Lin Mo did not insert it immediately.

He first grabbed Baltimore's buttocks with both hands and spread them apart to expose his anus deep in the cleft between his buttocks.

It was a pink, tight opening with fine folds around it, which was now slightly contracted due to tension.

Lin Mo pushed the head of his penis up.

"Is this... your first time here too?" he asked.

Baltimore's body trembled slightly.

"Mmm..." she answered softly, her voice a mixture of nervousness and excitement, "I've never... been penetrated before..."

“It will hurt a little,” Lin Mo said, but there was no pity in his tone.

He used his waist strength and thrust forward—

"ah--!!!"

A sharp, pain-filled scream rang out.

The large glans forcefully pried open the tight anal sphincter, squeezing deep into the rectum, which had never been penetrated before. Baltimore felt a tearing pain, but mixed with the pain was a strange pleasure—she was finally completely possessed, and even her last line of defense had been breached.

There was no lubrication, only forceful insertion. The anal wall was dry and tight, and the forceful stretching caused intense friction pain. But soon, the pain was replaced by a strange feeling of fullness—the rectum was filled with a thick penis, and each thrust brought intense stimulation.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of thrusting became more muffled. Anal sex doesn't have as much lubrication as vaginal sex, so the sounds of flesh colliding are crisper, and also more…violent.

Baltimore's hips swayed violently with the rhythm of the thrusts, leaving wet marks on the black leather platform—a mixture of fluids from her vagina, smeared by the movement of her body. Her hands gripped the edge of the platform tightly, her nails even leaving shallow scratches on it.

Shinano leaned closer again.

This time, instead of kissing Baltimore's lips, she bent down and began licking Baltimore's back.

Her tongue slid slowly down the spine, licking every inch of skin, tasting the mixture of sweat, semen, and the trace amounts of oil secreted by Baltimore itself. When she reached the buttocks, she even extended her tongue to gently lick the juncture of their union—where Lin Mo's penis was moving in and out of Baltimore's anus, each withdrawal bringing with it a small amount of intestinal fluid and a trace of blood.

"Mmm...Shinano...no...it's dirty there..." Baltimore groaned, but her body responded honestly—her anus contracted even tighter, tightly enveloping Lin Mo's penis.

“It’s not dirty,” Shinano said softly, continuing to lick. “Baltimore’s body…it’s delicious everywhere~”

This scene lasted for several minutes.

Lin Mo's thrusts became faster and deeper. The pleasure from anal sex is different from that of vaginal sex—it's tighter, more oppressive, and each insertion feels like it's trying to pierce through the intestines and penetrate even deeper.

Baltimore quickly reached its climax.

Her body trembled violently, her anus contracted sharply, and a stream of clear liquid gushed from her urethra—it was squirting; she had reached orgasm even during anal intercourse. The liquid arced high over her head and finally landed with a "plop" on the distant green screen, leaving a dark water stain on the green fabric.

At the same time, Lin Mo also reached his climax.

He thrust his hips forward sharply, his glans penetrating deep into the rectum, and then thick semen gushed out violently, gushing into Baltimore's intestines in waves.

"Ah—!!!" Baltimore screamed sharply, her body convulsing violently.

She could clearly feel the scalding semen washing over and settling inside her intestines. The satisfaction of being ejaculated inside, the sense of depravity that even her intestines felt defiled, brought her to an unprecedented climax.

In the afterglow of the climax, Lin Mo slowly pulled his penis out of Baltimore's anus.

"Pfft—"

A sticky, wet sound. As the penis was withdrawn, it brought out a large amount of a mixture of intestinal fluid, trace amounts of blood, and semen. The fluid flowed from Baltimore's anus, slid down her buttocks, and accumulated in a new puddle on the black leather platform.

Baltimore collapsed onto the platform, breathing heavily. Her body was covered in various fluids—semen on her chest and neck, Shinano's saliva on her back, and a mixture of fluids on her buttocks and thighs. Her black thong was pulled to one side, completely exposing her genitals and anus, both openings slowly oozing a mixture of fluids.

Shinano stood up and walked to Lin Mo's side.

"Next...it's my turn," she said softly, her voice languid and sexy.

Lin Mo turned to look at Shinano. His penis was still semi-erect, covered in a mixture of Baltimore intestinal fluid, blood, and semen, reflecting a lewd sheen under the cold white lights of the photography studio. The viscous liquid was slowly dripping down the shaft, leaving dark spots on the black epoxy floor paint.

Shinano didn't wait for instructions. She walked to the edge of the platform, placed her hands on the black leather surface, and slowly bent over. This posture made her buttocks stick out high, and her nine fluffy fox tails parted to the sides, revealing the full curves of her buttocks, which were encased in tight hot pants. The high-waisted hot pants were surprisingly short, barely covering her buttocks. Under the diamond-shaped mesh cutouts on the sides, the smooth curves of her thighs were clearly visible, as well as... a viscous liquid, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, continuously flowing from her vaginal opening, slowly spreading down her inner thighs, leaving winding, glistening trails on the black leather.

“Commander…” Shinano turned her head slightly, her long silver hair slipping down her shoulder, a few strands clinging to her semen-smeared cheeks, “Come in from behind…”

Her voice was languid and husky, still carrying the lingering excitement of witnessing Baltimore's ****. Her beautiful purple-gold eyes were half-closed, but the purple light gleaming deep within them betrayed her current desire.

Lin Mo walked up behind her. He didn't immediately penetrate her, but instead reached out and stroked her buttocks, which were still clearly defined despite being wrapped in a tight-fitting garment. His palms were covered in various bodily fluids—Baltimore semen, intestinal fluid, blood, and the sticky residue left from his own previous ejaculation. These filthy liquids were evenly smeared on the surface of Shinano's hot pants as he stroked them, staining the originally chrome silver and midnight blue gradient fabric a darker shade, and in some places even beginning to harden as the liquid dried.

"Shinano's ass...it's really nice," Lin Mo said softly, his fingers slipping inside the mesh of the hot pants, directly touching the warm skin underneath.

"Mmm..." Shinano let out a soft groan, her waist involuntarily arching forward. "Commander... hurry..."

Lin Mo didn't keep her waiting long. He unbuttoned his jeans—the zipper wasn't even fully zipped up, just casually pulled over his body. His thick penis was once again exposed to the air, the mixture of fluids on it beginning to cool slightly from the exposure, but still emitting a strong, fishy smell.

He grabbed the edge of Shinano's hot pants with one hand and pulled them down forcefully—

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing fabric. The already incredibly short hot pants were violently ripped off, splitting in the middle into two useless shreds that slid to the floor. Shinano's lower body was completely exposed, leaving only a thong that offered almost no coverage—if it could even be called underwear. It was just a thin string, deeply embedded in her buttocks, with only a small triangular piece of fabric barely covering her genitals in the front.

Lin Mo didn't take off the thong. He simply hooked the thin string with his fingers and pulled it to one side, letting the triangular piece of fabric slide aside to reveal the already stained area underneath.

Shinano's vulva was still red and swollen from the previous sexual intercourse, her labia everted, and her vaginal opening slightly parted, revealing a darker, moist passage inside. A mixture of vaginal fluid and residual semen was slowly flowing out, sliding down her inner thighs. A few dark brown pubic hairs—Shiraha Miyabi's original pubic hairs—clung to her labia, stuck to her skin by the fluids; some had even fallen out due to the intense intercourse, scattered around her groin.

Lin Mo placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

There was no foreplay, no gentleness, just direct penetration.

He used his waist strength and thrust forward—

The thick penis slid easily into the tight opening that had been penetrated many times before.

"Ah...!" Shinano let out a satisfied groan, his hands gripping the edge of the platform tightly, his knuckles turning white from the ****.

This time, the insertion was exceptionally smooth. Shinano's vagina, though tight, was thoroughly lubricated—her own vaginal fluid, the remaining semen, and the various fluids clinging to Lin Mo's penis formed a perfect lubricant. The large penis moved in and out smoothly, each thrust bringing intense frictional pleasure.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the studio, louder and more...rougher than before. Lin Mo's hands gripped Shinano's waist tightly, his nails digging deep into her skin, leaving red marks. Each thrust was delivered with all his might, the head of his penis slamming against her cervix, bringing a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

Shinano's fox tail swayed violently with the rhythm of the thrusting. The fluffy tail traced messy paths in the air, and the silvery-white fur at the tip occasionally brushed against Lin Mo's calves, bringing a slight ticklish sensation. Her long, silvery-white hair was disheveled from the violent shaking of her body, and some strands even clung to her semen-smeared cheeks and neck, soaked with sweat and sticking tightly to her skin.

"Commander...it's so deep...uh..." Shinano gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure, "My uterus...is going to be pierced..."

Lin Mo didn't respond, but only increased the speed of his thrusts. His breathing became heavy, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto Shinano's back. Those beads of sweat mixed with Shinano's own secretions, tracing winding paths on her fair skin, eventually disappearing deep into the cleft of her buttocks.

Just then, Baltimore slowly rose from the platform.

Her body was still weak, her legs trembling slightly from the anal intercourse she had just had. With each step, a mixture of fluids flowed from her anus and vagina, leaving wet footprints on the floor behind her. But she did not rest; instead, she walked to Shinano.

Baltimore knelt by the platform, cupped Shinano's face in his hands, and kissed her.

The kiss was filled with possessiveness. Baltimore's tongue roughly pried open Shinano's teeth, penetrating her mouth and entwining with hers. Both could taste the lingering semen in each other's mouths—Lin Mo's semen, now exchanged between their mouths through the kiss, mixed with saliva to form a viscous mixture.

"Mmm... Ah..." Shinano gasped between kisses, releasing his grip on the edge of the platform and instead wrapping his arms around Baltimore's neck, pulling her even closer.

Baltimore's hand wasn't idle either. She reached down to Shinano's chest and began kneading her F-cup breasts. Her fingers were covered in semen—the thick, white fluid she had smeared from her own chest—now evenly spread across Shinano's breasts, making a sticky "gurgling" sound with each kneading motion. Shinano's tight-fitting collar opened wider due to the vigorous movements, her breasts almost completely bursting out, the nipples erect and hard beneath the fabric, a few drops of clear liquid even seeping from their tips.

"Shinano's breasts...are really big," Baltimore mumbled between kisses, her fingers kneading them more forcefully. "They feel so good to knead..."

"Mmm... Baltimore... no... it's so sensitive there..." Shinano groaned, but her body responded honestly—her vagina contracted even tighter, tightly enveloping Lin Mo's penis.

Her vagina was penetrated, her breasts were kneaded, and her lips were kissed—she quickly reached the brink of orgasm.

But Lin Mo didn't make her climax immediately.

He stopped thrusting, pulled his penis out of Shinano's body, and then patted her buttocks.

“Turn around,” he said.

Shinano, panting, turned over as instructed and lay back on the platform.

This position completely exposed her upper body. The tight-fitting, deep-V-neck top was almost completely open due to the vigorous movement, revealing her breasts almost entirely. Her nipples were erect in the air, and the clear liquid seeping from them reflected a lewd sheen under the light. Her chest, neck, and even cheeks were covered in semen—it was what Lin Mo had ejaculated on her during their earlier breast sex, and it was now half-dried, forming a thin, hardened film on her skin.

Lin Mo did not insert it immediately.

He first grabbed Shinano's thighs with both hands and spread them apart, completely exposing her genitals. Then, he bent down and buried his face in that area.

"Commander...?" Shinano asked in confusion.

But soon, the doubts turned into groans.

Lin Mo's tongue precisely located the clitoris and began to lick it quickly and gently.

"Ah...! There... no..." Shinano's body tensed up suddenly, his hands unconsciously gripping the edge of the platform.

But Lin Mo didn't stop. His tongue went deeper, parting her labia and probing into her vaginal opening, tasting the even richer mixture of love fluid and semen. It was salty and slightly sweet, mixed with the uniquely feminine scent, and a subtle chemical smell lingering from previous sexual activity—the smell of condom lubricant. Although they hadn't used a condom, Shinano's vagina still contained traces of lubricant used during previous sexual encounters.

He sucked and swallowed greedily, as if tasting the sweetest nectar. At the same time, his hands were not idle; they began to knead Shinano's breasts, his fingers digging deep into the flesh to spread the semi-dried semen back on.

"Ugh... Commander... Stop licking... I... I'm going to come..." Shinano's moans became broken, her waist arched uncontrollably upwards, pressing her genitals even closer to Lin Mo's lips.

But Lin Mo didn't bring her to orgasm.

He raised his head, his lips still glistening with a mixture of Shinano's love juice and semen, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light. Then, he stood up and once again pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina.

“Now you can,” he said.

Use your waist to push forward—

The thick penis was inserted again.

This time, the insertion was deeper and more...violent than before. Lin Mo almost inserted his entire penis, the glans slamming against the cervix, then continued forward, forcing open the cervix and penetrating deep into the uterus.

"Ah—!!!" Shinano let out a sharp scream, his body trembling violently.

The pleasure from the penetration was far more intense than she could have imagined. She could clearly feel the glans scraping against the inner wall of her uterus, and the almost agonizing stimulation as the penis thrust in and out to the deepest part of her body.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of thrusting became deeper and more... penetrating. With each insertion, the glans would pierce deep into the uterus; with each withdrawal, a large amount of fluid mixed with vaginal fluid, semen, and even trace amounts of blood would drip onto the platform.

Baltimore approached again.

This time, instead of kissing Shinano's lips, she leaned down and began licking Shinano's neck and collarbone. Her tongue slowly slid along the thin film formed after the semen had dried, re-wetting the semi-dried semen before swallowing it.

"The smell of Shinano... mixed with the Commander's semen..." Baltimore mumbled, his bright yellow eyes gleaming with excitement, "So delicious..."

"Baltimore...uh...no..." Shinano groaned, but his hands tightly held Baltimore's head, pressing her against his chest.

Baltimore then took Shinano's nipple into his mouth.

"Hmm...!" Shinano's body tensed up again.

The double stimulation—insertion into her uterus and sucking on her nipples—brought her to orgasm quickly.

Her body trembled violently, her vagina and uterus contracted intensely at the same time, and her love juices gushed out of her body like a spring, mixing with the semen Lin Mo had previously ejaculated, forming a large amount of mixed liquid that gushed out from the point of intercourse, completely wetting their genitals, thighs, and even the surface of the platform.

At the same time, Lin Mo also reached his climax.

He thrust his hips forward sharply, his glans penetrating deep into the uterus, and then thick semen gushed out violently, gushing into Shinano's uterus in waves.

"Ah—!!!" Shinano let out an even sharper scream, his body convulsing violently.

She could clearly feel the hot semen washing over and settling inside her uterus. The satisfaction of being ejaculated inside, the intertwined fear and excitement of the possibility of pregnancy, brought her to an unprecedented orgasm.

In the afterglow of the climax, Lin Mo slowly withdrew his penis from Shinano's body.

"Pfft—"

A sticky, wet sound. As the penis was withdrawn, it brought out a large amount of a mixture of vaginal fluid, semen, and even trace amounts of uterine lining tissue. The fluid flowed from Shinano's vagina, sliding down her inner thighs and forming a new puddle on the platform.

Shinano slumped on the platform, breathing heavily. Her body was covered in various fluids—semen on her chest and neck, a mixture of fluids on her genitals and legs, and saliva left in Baltimore. Her tight-fitting, deep-V-neck bodysuit was almost completely soaked through with bodily fluids, the fabric turning dark and clinging to her skin. Her nine fox tails hung limply behind her, the silvery-white tips stained with various grime, some even sticking together.

A brief silence fell over the studio.

The only sounds were the heavy breathing of the three people and the "drip-drip" of liquid dripping from their bodies onto the floor.

Lin Mo was the first to stand up. His penis had finally gone completely limp after ejaculation, but it was still covered in a mixture of fluids and looked filthy. He casually wiped it with his jeans and then looked at the camera.

The red indicator light is still on.

The recording is still ongoing.

Lin Mo turned off the camera, and the red indicator light went out. He turned to look at the two limp bodies on the platform—Shinano was still lying on her back, her chest heaving violently, her long silver hair scattered messily on the black leather surface stained with various liquids; Baltimore was kneeling on the edge of the platform, her hands on the ground, her short brown hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, and the hazy afterglow of orgasm still lingering in her bright yellow eyes.

"Go take a shower," Lin Mo said, his voice a little hoarse from the intense exercise.

Shinano slowly sat up. This movement caused the semi-dried semen on her chest and neck to crack slightly, forming tiny white fragments. Some of these fragments fell onto the green backdrop of the studio, mingling with the viscous liquid mixed with vaginal fluid, sweat, and intestinal fluid. She looked down at herself—her chrome silver and midnight blue gradient bodysuit was almost completely soaked through with various bodily fluids. The once smooth fabric had turned dark, clinging tightly to her skin and clearly outlining the contours of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. Her high-waisted hot pants were torn in half, the remaining fabric barely hanging around her waist. Beneath the diamond-patterned openwork on the sides, her inner thighs were covered in a mixture of vaginal fluid, which was slowly sliding down her plump inner thighs.

"Mmm..." Shinano responded softly, her voice languid and hoarse. She tried to stand up, but her legs trembled slightly from the intense intercourse, and she even stumbled and almost fell the first time she tried. Her nine fox tails hung limply behind her, the silvery-white fur at the tips sticking together with various bodily fluids, swaying slightly with her movements.

Baltimore reached out and helped her up.

“Be careful,” Baltimore said, her voice equally hoarse. She herself wasn't in much better shape—her blue and black bikini top was soaked with semen, the fabric darkened, clinging to her chest, revealing the outline of her nipples. Her short hot pants were covered in a mixture of intestinal fluid and semen from the recent anal intercourse, the viscous liquid slowly trickling down her inner thighs. Even the tops of her blue over-the-knee boots were splattered with the mixture from her anus, leaving obscene marks on the dark blue leather.

The two women supported each other, trying to steady themselves. Their bodies were exhausted from the intense intercourse; their legs were weak, and a lingering fullness from the ejaculation inside them remained deep in their abdomens. Just then, Lin Mo walked over.

He didn't speak, but simply bent down, slipped one hand under Shinano's knees, and supported her back with the other, easily lifting her into his arms. Shinano let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively wrapping around Lin Mo's neck. Her cheeks flushed slightly—although this body was already controlled by Lin Mo's split soul, this princess-carrying posture still made her feel a little shy.

"Commander..." Shinano said softly, her voice tinged with panic. Her long, silvery-white hair fell down, the ends brushing against Lin Mo's arm. Some of the semi-dried semen fragments on her chest fell off with the movement of her body, landing on Lin Mo's shirt and leaving small white spots.

Lin Mo did not respond, but simply held Shinano and turned to look at Baltimore.

Baltimore was also taken aback. She looked at Lin Mo, then at Shinano held in her arms, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just lowered her head and whispered, "I... I can walk by myself..."

But Lin Mo had already gestured for her to come over with his eyes.

Baltimore hesitated for a moment, but eventually went over. Lin Mo adjusted his posture, letting Shinano lean against his left shoulder, and then reached out his right hand to lift Baltimore up in his arms as well—his strength was astonishing, and he could carry two adult women at the same time without any effort.

"Ah..." Baltimore let out a soft gasp, her arms also encircling Lin Mo's neck. Her cheeks were redder than Shinano's, and her bright yellow eyes shimmered with a complex light—shyness, surprise, and a hint of indescribable...satisfaction.

Both women were held in Lin Mo's arms, their bodies pressed tightly against his chest. They could feel the strong muscles beneath his shirt and smell the scent of sweat, semen, and male hormones emanating from him. This intimate contact made them even more shy, and they both buried their faces in Lin Mo's shoulders without thinking.

Shinano's long, silver-white hair and Baltimore's long, sapphire-blue hair intertwined, cascading down Lin Mo's arms. Their bodies were still covered in various bodily fluids—semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and intestinal fluid—which had mingled due to physical contact, leaving even more damp marks on Lin Mo's shirt.

Lin Mo carried them out of the photography studio.

As they walked through the living room, they saw the mess left behind by their sexual encounter—the sofa was covered with large stains formed by a mixture of various liquids, some of which were still slowly spreading; torn fabric, broken buttons, and a few stray pubic hairs were scattered on the floor; the air was filled with a strong smell of semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and blood.

But neither of them was in the mood to look any further. They were held in Lin Mo's arms, their bodies pressed tightly against him. This intimate position made their hearts race and their cheeks burn. Shinano could even feel her breasts being squeezed and deformed by Lin Mo's chest, her nipples becoming even more sensitive under her soaked bodysuit.

The same was true in Baltimore. Her buttocks were supported by Lin Mo's arm, and her anus, which had just been filled with semen, still felt dilated. A mixture of intestinal fluid and semen was slowly flowing out, soaking the fabric of her short hot pants and even seeping out and sticking to Lin Mo's arm.

Both women were barefoot—their metallic boots from Shinano and their blue over-the-knee boots from Baltimore were left in the studio. Their toes were slightly curled up in embarrassment, and the backs of their feet still had some fluid from their bodies on them, leaving a few drops as they dragged across the floor.

Lin Mo carried them through the living room and headed towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was on the other side of Bai Yuya's apartment. Lin Mo pushed open the frosted glass door with his foot, then used his shoulder to turn on the light switch.

With a "click," the bathroom light turned on.

Warm yellow light illuminated the approximately five-square-meter space. The bathroom was spotless, even immaculate—the white tiled walls were as clean as new, the glass shower enclosure was crystal clear, skincare and cosmetic products were neatly arranged on the sink, and a faint scent of shower gel filled the air. This was a stark contrast to the decadent atmosphere of the photography studio and living room.

Lin Mo slowly put Shinano and Baltimore down and turned on the shower. Warm water gushed out, splashing a fine mist on the glass partition. He took off his gray T-shirt and jeans, which were stained with various bodily fluids, and casually tossed them into the laundry basket by the bathroom door. His naked body was exposed to the light—a lean but muscular young male physique, his skin still bearing scratches and bite marks from the recent sexual encounter, his abdomen and chest smeared with a mixture of Shinano and Baltimore's semen and saliva.

Let warm water wash over your body.

Shinano and Baltimore also stood up.

They didn't immediately take off their clothes—they were already soaked with bodily fluids, and removing them would inevitably make a sticky "rip" sound and bring down a lot of dried bodily fluid residue. They walked directly into the stream, letting the water wash over their already filthy bodies.

The warm water flowed over her body, washing away the semi-dried mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from her skin. The cloudy, viscous liquid was diluted by the water, turning into milky-white sewage that flowed down her body's curves and eventually into the drain.

Shinano closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let the water wash over her face. The water washed away the half-dried semen on her face; the cloudy liquid mixed with black eyeliner and red lipstick, turning into a murky pinkish-gray wastewater that flowed down her chin, neck, and chest. Her long, silvery-white hair was wet and clung to her back, with a few drops of semen still clinging to the ends, now being washed away by the water.

Baltimore was doing the same thing. She wiped her face with her hand, washing away the half-dried mixture of semen and sweat. Her bright yellow contact lenses were slightly blurred by the water, but she didn't take them off; she just blinked, letting the water wash away the bits of bodily fluid clinging to her eyelashes.

Lin Mo looked at them. His penis, stimulated by the warm water, began to slowly erect again.

“Come here,” he said.

Shinano and Baltimore turned around at the same time to look at him.

Then, they walked over at the same time.

Shinano reached out first and squeezed out some shower gel—the kind Shiraha Miya usually used, scented with white tea and jasmine—and applied it to her chest. Lather quickly formed, piling up on her F-cup breasts to create a thick layer of white foam. Then, she pressed her breasts against Lin Mo's back.

A soft, full, and elastic touch instantly enveloped Lin Mo's back. Shinano's breasts, lubricated by the shower gel, became even smoother. She rubbed, squeezed, and kneaded Lin Mo's back, using her breasts as a sponge to cleanse his body.

"Hmm... Commander..." Shinano said softly, her voice somewhat muffled by the sound of water, "Is Shinano's chest...comfortable?"

Lin Mo didn't answer, but simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the service.

Meanwhile, Baltimore squeezed out some shower gel and applied it to her D-cup breasts. Then, she knelt down and pressed her breasts against Lin Mo's lower abdomen and thighs.

Her movements became more meticulous. First, she enveloped Lin Mo's penis with her breasts, sliding them up and down to clean the stains from the shaft with foam. Then, she moved her breasts to the inside of Lin Mo's thighs, rubbing the areas prone to sweat accumulation with her breasts. Finally, she even used her cleavage to clamp Lin Mo's testicles, gently squeezing and kneading them.

“This… needs to be cleaned too.” Baltimore tilted his head back, a playful glint in his bright yellow eyes. “The Commander’s seminal vesicles… must be very tired after ejaculating so much just now?”

Lin Mo still didn't answer, but his breathing began to become heavy.

Services continued in Shinano and Baltimore.

They used their breasts to cleanse every corner of Lin Mo's body—his back, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, and even his ankles. The four soft, warm breasts, lubricated by the shower gel, slid, squeezed, and rubbed against Lin Mo's body, bringing an intense stimulating sensation. More and more foam accumulated, gradually covering the three women's bodies, reflecting a delicate sheen under the warm yellow light.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of shower gel, but soon that scent was overwhelmed by another aroma—the warm, natural fragrance of a woman's breasts, mixed with the chemical scent of the shower gel, and… a gradually rising aura of desire.

When the cleaning process reached a certain point, Lin Mo opened his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Shinano.

Shinano straightened up knowingly, cupped her large, foam-covered breasts in her hands, and pressed them together to create a deep cleavage. Then, she inserted Lin Mo's penis between them.

The warm, smooth, and foamy sensation instantly enveloped his penis. Shinano's breasts, lubricated by the shower gel, slid even more easily as she moved her body up and down, rubbing her cleavage against Lin Mo's penis.

"Mmm... Commander..." Shinano groaned softly, her long, silvery hair wet from the water, clinging to her cheeks and neck. "Is Shinano's chest... clean?"

Lin Mo still didn't answer, but his waist began to thrust forward instinctively, pumping in and out of her cleavage.

"Pat...pat...pat..."

The sticky sound of water echoed in the bathroom, mingling with the sound of running water. It was the sound of a penis rubbing against the foamy cleavage, the foam being squeezed, bursting, and producing tiny bubbles.

Baltimore wasn't idle either. She stood up, hugged Lin Mo from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist, and began to knead Shinano's breasts. Her fingers sank deep into the foamy flesh, squeezing and kneading in sync with Shinano's movements.

“Shinano’s breasts…are really big,” Baltimore whispered in Lin Mo’s ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. “They feel so good to rub…”

"Ugh... Baltimore... no..." Shinano groaned, but her body responded honestly—her cleavage tightened, and her breasts pressed harder against Lin Mo's penis.

The penis rubbed against her cleavage, her breasts were kneaded, and she felt a warm breath on her ear—bringing Lin Mo to the brink of orgasm very quickly.

But he did not ejaculate immediately.

He pushed Shinano away, then turned around and pressed Baltimore against the glass partition of the shower room.

The glass made a muffled "bang" from the sudden impact. Baltimore's back pressed against the cold glass, her D-cup breasts, covered in foam, swayed slightly from the impact, the nipples erect and protruding beneath the foam.

Lin Mo didn't engage in any foreplay and went straight for penetration.

The thick penis slid easily into the vagina, which had just been washed but was still moist.

"Ah...!" Baltimore let out a satisfied groan, his hands bracing against the glass, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

Lin Mo began thrusting. His movements were rough and direct, each insertion delivered with full ****, the head of his penis slamming against the cervix. The glass partition vibrated slightly from the impact, making a creaking sound.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the bathroom, mingling with the sound of running water, creating a lewd symphony.

Shinano pressed herself against him from behind. She wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's waist, pressing her foam-covered F-cup breasts tightly against his back, rubbing back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts. Her lips pressed against the back of Lin Mo's neck, and she began to gently suck and lick them.

“Commander…you’re amazing…” Shinano mumbled, saliva mixed with water, leaving a wet trail on Lin Mo’s nape. “Baltimore…is going to be fucked to pieces…”

"Mmm... Shinano... don't say it..." Baltimore groaned, but her body responded honestly—her vagina contracted even tighter, tightly enveloping Lin Mo's penis.

Lin Mo's thrusts became faster and deeper. He could feel Baltimore's vagina contracting violently, he could feel Shinano's breasts rubbing against his back, and he could feel the warm touch of the water hitting his body.

Under multiple stimuli, he quickly reached his limit.

He let out a low growl and thrust his hips forward sharply—

Thick semen gushed from the urethra, the first jet shooting directly into the depths of Baltimore's uterus, the scalding liquid washing over and settling against the uterine walls. The second, third, fourth… a continuous stream of semen filled Baltimore's uterus completely.

"Ah—!!!" Baltimore screamed sharply, her body convulsing violently. Her vagina and uterus contracted violently at the same time, and love fluid mixed with semen gushed out from the point of intercourse, flowing down her thighs.

In the afterglow of the climax, Lin Mo slowly withdrew his penis from Baltimore's body.

"Pfft—"

A sticky, wet sound. As the penis was withdrawn, it brought out a large amount of a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. The fluid flowed from Baltimore's vagina, slid down her inner thighs, and pooled on the shower floor.

But Lin Mo's story isn't over yet.

He turned around and looked at Shinano.

Shinano turned around knowingly, placing her hands on the glass partition and raising her buttocks high. Her fox tail parted to the sides because of this posture, revealing the wet area underneath.

Lin Mo didn't hesitate and inserted himself directly.

The thick penis slid into a warm, tight opening once again.

"Mmm...!" Shinano let out a satisfied groan, her long silver hair swaying with the movement of her body, the ends brushing against the glass surface, leaving wet marks.

This time, the thrusting was even more intense than before. Lin Mo practically used the entire shower room as a place for sex, putting all his strength into each thrust, his glans slamming hard against Shinano's cervix. The glass partition vibrated violently from the impact, even making cracking sounds, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Shinano's fox tail swayed violently with the rhythm of the thrusting, its silvery-white fur at the tip covered in foam and water droplets, tracing chaotic paths through the air. Her hands gripped the edge of the glass tightly, her fingertips turning white from the ****, her nails even leaving shallow scratches on it.

Baltimore recovered from her climax. She turned around, embraced Shinano from the front, and kissed her.

The kiss was filled with possessiveness. Baltimore's tongue roughly pried open Shinano's teeth, penetrating her mouth and entwining with hers. Both could taste the lingering semen in each other's mouths—Lin Mo's semen, now exchanged between their mouths through the kiss, mixed with saliva and shower gel foam, forming a viscous mixture.

"Mmm... Ah..." Shinano gasped between kisses, releasing her grip on the glass and instead wrapping her arms around Baltimore's neck, pulling her even closer.

Her body trembled violently, her vagina and uterus contracted intensely at the same time, and her love juices gushed out of her body like a spring, mixing with the semen Lin Mo had previously ejaculated, forming a large amount of mixed fluid that gushed out from the point of intercourse.

At the same time, Lin Mo also reached his second climax.

He thrust his hips forward sharply, his glans penetrating deep into the uterus, and then thick semen gushed out again, gushing into Shinano's uterus in waves.

"Ah—!!!" Shinano let out an even sharper scream, his body convulsing violently.

In the afterglow of the climax, Lin Mo slowly withdrew his penis from Shinano's body.

"Pfft—"

A sticky, wet sound. As the penis was withdrawn, it brought out a large amount of a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. The fluid flowed from Shinano's vagina, slid down her inner thighs, and formed a new puddle on the shower floor.

The three of them collapsed in the shower room, breathing heavily.

The water continued to wash away the foam and some bodily fluids, but more of the mixture of semen and vaginal fluids remained on their bodies due to the recent sexual activity.

When Lin Mo turned off the tap, Shinano and Baltimore were covered in even more semen than before they had showered.

Shinano's chest, neck, lower abdomen, and thighs were covered in freshly ejaculated, cloudy semen. The liquid reflected a lewd sheen under the warm yellow light of the bathroom, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. Her long, silvery hair clung wetly to her body, a few drops of semen clinging to the ends and slowly trickling down.

The same was true in Baltimore. Her chest, neck, and even cheeks were covered in semen, and her inner thighs were smeared with a mixture of fluids from her vagina, which were slowly sliding down the curves of her skin.

On the bathroom floor, there were several puddles of mixed liquid—a mixture of love fluid and semen that had flowed from the two of them, forming small pools as the water had not completely washed it away.

The air was thick with strong smells—the fishy smell of semen, the sweet smell of vaginal fluid, the fragrance of shower gel, and the erotic breath of the three men exhaling from their vigorous exercise.

But the two of them were even more... filthy than before they took a bath.

The warm steam in the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated when Lin Mo turned off the shower. He turned around and looked at the two ship girls behind him, who were soaking wet.

“Take off your clothes,” his voice was low in the steamy air, “You won’t get them clean like this.”

Shinano and Baltimore exchanged a glance and did not hesitate. They turned their backs and began to deal with the fabrics on their bodies that had been soaked in various bodily fluids and had become stiff after drying.

Shinano's slender fingers hooked onto the shoulder straps of her black bodysuit and slowly pulled it down. A soft ripping sound came from the fabric as it peeled away from her skin, and some dried white flakes fell from the inside of the fabric. She pulled the bodysuit down completely to her ankles, lifted her leg, and stepped out, the garment that had carried her through a night of madness collapsing limply onto the wet floor tiles. Next came the white knee-high stockings—she sat on a small stool specially made for her in the corner of the bathroom, carefully rolling them down. As the top of the stockings left her skin, some fine stains clung to her legs. Finally, she gathered her nine thoroughly soaked fox tails in front of her, carefully untying the decorative ties that had softened from being soaked. All her clothes were neatly folded on the stool, even though they were no longer wearable.

Baltimore moved more swiftly. She unbuttoned her military jacket, removed her white shirt, now stained in varying shades, and then her black leather shorts. One garment after another fell away, revealing her healthy, tanned skin beneath. She bent down to take off her boots, emptied the small amount of water that had accumulated inside, and finally removed her black pantyhose. She then carefully set the clothes aside as well.

Now, all three of them are completely naked.

The warm water flowed again, cascading evenly from the overhead showerhead. This time, the water washed directly onto the skin, without any fabric obstruction. The mixture of semi-dried semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat clinging to the skin's surface softened and dissolved rapidly under the continuous flow of water, turning into murky, milky-white wastewater that meandered down the curves of the body and flowed into the drain.

Shinano tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let the water wash over her face and long hair. The water washed away the smudged black eyeliner and lingering lipstick around her eyes, and also removed all traces of something that wasn't hers from her hair. Her long, silvery-white hair, soaked by the water, clung to her smooth back like a piece of silk.

Baltimore carefully scrubbed her face, neck, and behind her ears with her hands, paying attention to every nook and cranny where dirt could easily accumulate. She even temporarily removed her bright yellow contact lenses, rinsed her eyes with water, and then carefully put them back in.

Lin Mo also carefully washed himself. He squeezed out a large amount of shower gel—the one Bai Yuya often used, which had a refreshing scent of white tea and jasmine—and lathered it in his palms into a rich, delicate foam. Then he applied it all over his body and scrubbed vigorously. The foam covered his chest, arms, waist, abdomen, and legs, washing away all the stickiness and discomfort.

They didn't exchange many words or touch each other; they simply focused and quietly on this belated, thorough cleaning. The sound of running water filled the entire space, drowning out all other subtle noises.

Shinano carefully washed her ample breasts, foam piling up between her peaks before being washed away by the water, revealing the flawless white skin beneath. She even meticulously parted the fur at the base of her fox tail to ensure that every inch of her skin was cared for by the water and foam.

Baltimore focused on cleaning areas prone to residual bodily fluids, such as the inner thighs and abdomen. Her movements were crisp and gentle, continuing until all her skin felt refreshed.

Lin Mo rinsed her hair one last time, making sure all the foam was completely removed.

When the three of them finally turned off the tap, only clean steam remained in the bathroom. There was no more liquid on their bodies, and their skin was slightly red from the hot water washing and scrubbing, exuding a clean and delicate fragrance left by the shower gel.

Lin Mo picked up three clean, fluffy bath towels and handed two of them to Shinano and Baltimore. They each used the towels to dry their bodies and hair. Shinano carefully patted the moisture from the nine fox tails with a dry towel, and the fluffy silver-white fur gradually regained its former soft and light appearance. Baltimore dried his long, sapphire blue hair until it was half-dry, and the strands regained their healthy shine.

After drying themselves off, they changed into clean bathrobes that had been prepared beforehand—soft, dry, and warm from being sun-dried.

Lin Mo pushed open the bathroom door, and cool air rushed in, carrying away the last trace of dampness and humidity. He stepped out first, his feet on the dry floor.

Shinano and Baltimore followed him out of the bathroom. They were refreshed and clean, the soft fabric of their bathrobes clinging to their freshly washed skin with a reassuringly dry feel. Shinano's fox tail swayed gently behind her, no longer heavy and sticky. Baltimore tossed her half-dry hair, her face flushed with the natural rosy glow of exercise and bathing.

The bathroom floor was spotless, washed clean by the water, all stains gone, except for a few traces of water flowing into the drainpipe. The laundry basket was piled high with their discarded clothes, the only physical evidence of last night's frenzy, and now their bodies were completely refreshed.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of shower gel and the clean smell of freshly washed and dried clothes.

Lin Mo glanced back at them, and they were looking at him too. Their eyes were clear, and their faces showed the relaxation and tranquility of someone who had just showered.

“Alright,” Lin Mo said, his voice steady, “it’s clean now.”

The three of them, covered with bath towels and barefoot, walked through the living room, the cool touch of the wooden floor beneath their feet. The living room still carried the strong smell of their previous sexual activity, but now it was mixed with the scent of shower gel from the bathroom, creating a more complex and lewd atmosphere.

The bedroom was at the far end of Bai Yuya's apartment. Lin Mo pushed open the white door and turned on the overhead light.

Warm yellow light illuminated the approximately fifteen-square-meter space. The bedroom was more cozy than the living room—a large double bed occupied the center, covered with light gray sheets and a matching down comforter. A simple lamp sat on the bedside table, next to several cosplay magazines and an unopened bottle of perfume. Several cosplay photos of Bai Yuya herself were pasted on the wall, all depicting pure and cute characters, creating an ironic contrast with her current physical state.

The wardrobe was white and took up an entire wall. Lin Mo walked over and opened the wardrobe door.

Inside, various cosplay outfits were neatly hung, categorized by character and work. Most were from Azur Lane, with a few from other anime and games. Each outfit was carefully wrapped in a dust bag, some still unopened, the plastic packaging reflecting the light.

Lin Mo took out two sets of clothes from two of the dust bags.

The first outfit is a bunny girl cosplay outfit from Shinano.

It was a high-slit, strapless, blue bodysuit made of a subtly lustrous silk material that shimmered with a bluish glow under the lights. The deep V-neck was bold yet elegant, with tiny silver sequins edging the neckline. The outfit included a barely-there blue thong, nearly sheer white knee-high stockings, dark blue stilettos, pure white elbow-length gloves, a silver choker, and… nine fluffy white fox tails and a pair of fuzzy white fox ear hair accessories.

The second outfit is a New Jersey bunny girl cosplay outfit.

It was a dark blue leather bunny girl bodysuit, the leather's sheen appearing both cold and sexy under the light. The upper part of the bodysuit was extremely daring, supporting the breasts only from below, creating a deep cleavage. It came with matching black pantyhose, a pair of classic black stilettos, and a pair of long, black, fluffy bunny ear hair accessories.

"Change into these." Lin Mo handed the clothes to the two of them.

Bai Yuya picked up the blue bodysuit, tossed aside the towel, and began to put it on. She first slipped it on over her legs, then pulled the bodysuit up. The silky fabric clung to her skin, making a soft rustling sound as she wore it. The deep V-neckline barely covered her large breasts, the flesh spilling out from the edges to create a deep cleavage. The waist was cinched tightly, perfectly conforming to her slender frame.

The high slit extended all the way to her hips, revealing the blue thong underneath. She put on the thong—a thong with very little fabric, barely covering her most private parts at the front, with thin straps tied high above her hip bones, clearly outlining the contours of her full mons pubis. Her full and symmetrical labia majora were faintly visible beneath the gossamer-thin fabric, presenting a soft and alluring curve.

White over-the-knee stockings covered her legs. The stockings were almost transparent, with a delicate pearlescent texture, clinging tightly to the long, shapely lines of her legs. The tops of the stockings were decorated with delicate blue lace. She wore dark blue stiletto heels, the heels thin and high, making her appear even taller and more slender.

She wore pure white, elbow-length gloves, their smooth texture complementing her fair and delicate skin. A silver choker adorned her neck, decorated with tassels and a delicate blue flower.

Finally, there were the nine fluffy white fox tail props and a pair of white fox ear hair ornaments. The fox tails were secured to her waist with a special belt, and the nine tails stretched out behind her, each one large and full, with gradient blue tips. The fox ear hair ornaments were worn on her head, coexisting with her human ears hidden beneath her long silver-white hair.

Shinano (Shiraha Masaru) stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and slowly turned around.

At this moment, she had completely transformed into a Shinano bunny girl. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist, its color a pale blue sheen. She had deep blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, and full, red lips. The blue bunny girl outfit clung to every curve of her body, emphasizing the proportions of her impressive bust, slender waist, full hips, and long, shapely legs to the ****. Nine fox tails swayed gently behind her, their blue tips shimmering under the lights.

Noble, mysterious, and alluring.

At the same time, Yin Yueyou was also changing her clothes.

She picked up the dark blue bunny girl bodysuit and began to put it on.

The leather clung to her skin, making a soft rustling sound as she wore it. The upper part of the bodysuit barely supported her full breasts from below, creating a deep, breathtaking cleavage. The upper part of her breasts was almost completely exposed, white, full, and soft, trembling slightly with her breath. Large expanses of white skin on her collarbone and shoulders were exposed to the air, contrasting sharply with the dark blue leather.

The bodysuit cinched sharply below her chest, tightly binding her slender waist, then expanded outwards in an exaggerated arc, perfectly enveloping her extremely voluptuous hips. Her hips were round, full, and pert, their curves sculpted by the taut leather.

Black pantyhose covered her legs. The stockings clung tightly to her entire body, stretching from her toes to her waist, seamlessly blending with the leather trim above. The black stockings made her legs appear longer and straighter, while also making her fair skin appear even more alluring in contrast.

Wearing classic black stilettos, the extremely high heels accentuated the graceful curve of her instep.

Finally, a pair of long, black, fluffy rabbit ear hair ornaments were placed on top of her long, sapphire blue hair, swaying gently as she tilted her head slightly.

New Jersey (Ginzuki Yu) has also completed her costume change.

In the bedroom at this moment, there are two completely different "bunny girls".

Shinano leaned lazily against the wardrobe, her nine fox tails swaying gently behind her. Her blue bodysuit accentuated her breathtaking hourglass figure. Her expression was calm, even tinged with her usual drowsiness, but the slight upturn of her lips and relaxed body language exuded an aura that was both **** and irresistibly alluring, a blend of divine languor and deadly attraction.

New Jersey stood ramrod straight, hands on her hips, her dark blue leather bodysuit showcasing her healthy and vibrant voluptuous beauty to the fullest. She made no attempt to conceal every curve and indentation encased in the tight leather and black stockings—her full breasts lifted high, her slender waist cinched, her rounded and full buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

Lin Mo looked at them, a smile playing on his lips.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and patted the spots on either side of him.

Shinano and New Jersey walked over at the same time and sat down on either side of him.

Shinano spoke first. She turned to the side, pressing her large breasts, almost completely exposed beneath her blue bodysuit, against Lin Mo's arm, and whispered in his ear:

"Commander~" Her voice was languid and husky, carrying the dampness of a recent bath, "Shinano is... in her fertile period today~"

This statement acts as a signal.

New Jersey pressed against him from the other side. She pressed her breasts, supported by leather and completely bare at the top, against Lin Mo's other arm, while whispering in his other ear:

“Me too, Commander.” Her voice was bright and direct, with an undisguised flirtation. “Today… happens to be my ovulation period~”

The fact that both of them mentioned the "danger period" at the same time is clearly not a coincidence.

Lin Mo turned his head, looked at Shinano on his left, and then at New Jersey on his right.

Both of them looked very serious—or rather, very "expectant".

Shinano's blue eyes shimmered with a hazy, dreamlike quality, but the purple light deep within them betrayed her true intentions. New Jersey's deep blue eyes were clear and direct, her bright yellow contact lenses reflecting a playful light under the lamplight.

“So…” Lin Mo slowly began, “you mean…”

“It means…” Shinano continued, her voice even softer, even more… seductive, “Commander… doesn’t need to wear a condom today~”

“And…” New Jersey added, his fingers lightly tracing Lin Mo’s lower abdomen, “it’s okay to… ejaculate inside him~”

“Until we get pregnant…” Shinano continued, her lips almost touching Lin Mo’s earlobe, “we couldn’t… get out of bed~”

“Keep doing it…” Baltimore’s hands had already untied the knot in Lin Mo’s towel, “Until… morning~”

The bath towel slipped off.

Lin Mo's naked body was once again exposed to the air. His penis, teased by the two men, was already fully erect, with bulging veins on its thick shaft, a purplish-red glans, and clear pre-ejaculate secreting from the urethral opening, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

Shinano's white, elbow-length gloves gently grasped the throbbing penis. The silky fabric rubbed against the sensitive shaft, creating a sensation that was both slightly insulated and more arousing than direct skin contact. "Ahhn~ Commander... this naughty thing... is already so aroused..." she breathed languidly, her gloved fingertips swirling around the glans, collecting a drop of pre-ejaculate, then slowly spreading it across the shaft. "Shinano's inside... today is especially... wanting to be filled by the Commander... mmm~"

A woman in black pantyhose straddled Lin Mo's body, sitting directly on his lap, face to face. The hem of her dark blue leather bodysuit rode up with this movement, revealing the base of her full thighs encased in black stockings, and the outline of her full mons pubis, faintly covered by the stockings. She placed her hands on Lin Mo's firm chest, her long, sapphire-blue hair cascading down, the ends brushing against his skin. "Commander, you'd better keep your word, okay?" She leaned down, her azure eyes fixed on Lin Mo, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "We agreed to keep going until we're pregnant… Mmm… no slacking off halfway through~"

Lin Mo's breathing became noticeably heavier. He wrapped his arms around their waists—Shinano's waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and through the smooth silk fabric, he could feel the warmth and softness of her skin; New Jersey's waist was equally slender, but wrapped in tight leather, making it feel firmer and more elastic. He thrust his hips upward, his large glans brushing against the crotch of New Jersey's black pantyhose, the thin fabric offering no respite from the heat and moisture beneath.

“Then… let’s start with you.” Lin Mo’s voice was low and hoarse as he looked at New Jersey straddling him.

New Jersey laughed. She slightly raised her hips, reaching behind her to find the hidden opening at the crotch of her bodysuit—a zipper designed for easy toileting (or rather, for this moment). She unzipped it, and beneath the black pantyhose, her already wet and swollen vulva was fully exposed. Her pink labia parted slightly with excitement, and vaginal fluid seeped continuously from her vaginal opening, soaking a small patch of the black pantyhose.

Without the slightest hesitation, she held the hot, thick, and hard penis and aimed it at her wet and slippery opening.

"Mmm...it's in...the Commander's entire...is in..." New Jersey let out a satisfied, drawn-out moan, her body slowly sinking down, swallowing the astonishingly large penis little by little. The leather bodysuit clung tightly to her body, and with her sitting down, her breasts heaved violently, almost bursting out of the meager support. The taut muscles of her thighs, encased in black pantyhose, showed that she was struggling to adapt to this sudden, aggressive filling.

Lin Mo could clearly feel that the inner walls of New Jersey's vagina were unusually warm and moist due to the physiological changes during her fertile period, and they were enveloping him even more tightly. With every tiny movement, the folds of the inner walls were frantically sucking and squeezing, as if countless tiny mouths were greedily tasting him. He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his hands gripping New Jersey's leather-covered buttocks tightly, and he began to thrust his hips upwards.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding filled the quiet bedroom, a mingled rustling of leather, the subtle sizzling of stockings, and the gurgling of fluids being stirred. New Jersey was thrown back and forth by the violent thrusts, her long, sapphire-blue hair whipping in the air. She had to brace herself more firmly against Lin Mo's chest to maintain her balance. "Ah! Ah! Commander…so deep…it's…it's all the way in…ah~!" Her moans grew high-pitched and broken, each heavy thrust causing her body to tremble and her breasts to jiggle.

Just then, Shinano pressed herself against her from the side. Instead of waiting idly, she bent down, opened her hands covered by white gloves, and cupped New Jersey's enormous breasts, which were almost completely exposed on the upper part of her leather bodysuit. Her gloved fingertips, through the thin leather, precisely found the two already erect nipples and began to knead, press, and swirl them.

"New Jersey's breasts... are shaking so much from the Commander's ministrations..." Shinano whispered in New Jersey's ear, her warm breath brushing against her earlobe. At the same time, her other hand slid down the side of New Jersey's cosplay bodysuit, slipping inside the open opening and directly touching her wet clitoris. "It's... getting wet here too... Mhhpm~" She even stuck out her tongue and licked the fine beads of sweat on New Jersey's neck.

"Ugh! Shinano...don't...don't touch there...and...it's too stimulating...ah!" New Jersey was overwhelmed by the pleasure from both ends, her vaginal walls contracting even more violently. She could feel Lin Mo's glans slamming against her cervix with each thrust, while Shinano's fingers provided direct stimulation to her clitoris from the outside. The double pleasure overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Lin Mo's thrusts became faster and harder. New Jersey's full buttocks rose and fell on his thighs, the flesh of her legs, encased in black pantyhose, rubbing against his skin with a sticky sound. Her brand-new, dark blue bunny girl cosplay outfit was quickly being "stained" by various bodily fluids and traces of movement. Sweat seeped from her chest and neck from the intense activity, leaving glistening water stains on the leather surface; the leather around her waist and buttocks was wrinkled from Lin Mo's tight grip and kneading; from the opening between her legs, a clear, sticky substance mixed with her own fluids and Lin Mo's pre-ejaculate was constantly being pulled out by the thrusting, dripping onto Lin Mo's lower abdomen and the sheets.

"I'm...I'm going to come...Commander...Shinano...together...Ah—!!!" New Jersey's scream reached its peak, her body arching back violently, her vagina and uterus spasming intensely, a gush of warm love fluid gushing from deep within, drenching Lin Mo's glans. Almost at the same moment, Lin Mo also roared as he reached his climax, his waist pressing tightly against New Jersey's buttocks, hot, thick semen gushing out like a flood, wave after wave violently into the depths of her unsuspecting uterus.

"Haa...haa..." In the afterglow of her climax, New Jersey collapsed onto Lin Mo, breathing heavily, her body still twitching slightly. She could clearly feel her uterus being filled and flushed by a large amount of unfamiliar and hot liquid. The real feeling of being penetrated, filled, and possibly even pregnant made her tremble with a mixture of fear and **** excitement.

Lin Mo slowly withdrew his semi-erect penis from her body, bringing with it a large amount of white and transparent liquid that flowed slowly down the inside of her New Jersey black pantyhose, drawing lewd trails on the dark fabric.

But he didn't rest. Almost as soon as he withdrew from New Jersey's body, he turned and pulled Shinano over to him.

Shinano obediently turned around, her back to Lin Mo, and placed her hands on the messy sheets. Her nine wet fox tails parted to the sides because of this position, revealing the blue thong underneath, which was barely made of any fabric, and her slightly swollen labia that the thong could not completely cover.

Lin Mo didn't even bother to remove the thong; he simply hooked the thin strap with his fingers and pulled it to the side, pressing his glans against the equally wet opening once more. Shinano's vagina, already slick with moisture from witnessing the intense intercourse, was constantly leaking love juice.

“Commander… please… please be gentle… Shinano… wants it too…” Shinano turned her head, her blue eyes glistening with tears, carrying a languid plea, but the slight swaying of her hips betrayed her impatient desire.

Lin Mo did not respond to Shinano's seemingly pleading "gentle" request. He suddenly exerted **** with his waist, and his thick, hard penis, like a battering ram, mercilessly broke through the already slippery and muddy entrance, driving straight in and reaching the core of her flower.

"Ugh—!!!" Shinano's plea was instantly replaced by a short, high-pitched scream. His body was thrown forward by the sudden, aggressive penetration, his hands sinking deep into the soft mattress. His nine fluffy fox tails sprang up in response, the blue fur at their tips standing on end, then swung violently with the powerful impact from behind, like white waves swept by a gale.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Heavier and more intense sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the bedroom. Lin Mo gripped Shinano's slender waist, encased in a tight blue silk bodysuit, with both hands, each thrust exerting all his strength, as if trying to nail her to the bed. The silk fabric rubbed violently against her skin, making a soft hissing sound. Soon, the fabric at Shinano's waist darkened and wrinkled from sweat and the heat of Lin Mo's palms.

"Ah! Ah! Commander...too...too hard...Shinano's...uterus...is going to be pierced...uh ah!" Shinano's moans were broken and fragmented, her long silver-white hair whipping wildly with the violent shaking of her body, the ends brushing against the sheets and her sweat-drenched back. Her buttocks, **** high into the air, rippled alluringly with each heavy thrust. Her long, slender legs, encased in white over-the-knee stockings, trembled slightly from the impact from behind, the slender heels of her dark blue high heels even sinking deeply into the mattress.

New Jersey recovered from the brief afterglow of her climax. Instead of leaving, she pressed herself against Shinano's body from the side. She extended her tongue and began licking Shinano's neck, glistening with sweat, down her spine to the cleft of her buttocks, deeply indented by the thin straps of her blue thong. Her fingers were not idle either, once again probing the side of Shinano's tight-fitting blouse, precisely locating the clitoris, fully erect and hard as a pebble, and began to rub and press it quickly and forcefully.

"Shinano...you're so tight inside..." New Jersey breathed heavily in Shinano's ear, her bright yellow eyes sparkling with a mischievous light. She could feel the rhythmic contractions of Shinano's vagina as it was penetrated, transmitted through her fingertips. "The Commander's big cock...it's filling your little hole...it must be so full, right? Mhhpm~" She even deliberately shoved her fingers, which were covered in Shinano's love juice and her own previous bodily fluids, into Shinano's slightly open mouth.

"Mmm...uh..." Shinano was **** to hold those fingers in her mouth, her mouth instantly filled with a mixed, salty, and lewd taste. This **** stimulation of being attacked from both ends and touched from above and below left her mind blank, leaving only her body instinctively chasing pleasure. The inner walls of her vagina contracted and sucked wildly, greedily enveloping the weapon that was rampaging inside her, her cervix slightly opening as if welcoming a monarch, yearning to be violated more deeply and filled.

Lin Mo's breathing was like that of a wild beast, sweat constantly sliding down his lean back. The unusually tight, warm, and even more greedily sucking passage inside Shinano's body brought him an unparalleled feeling of being enveloped and stimulated. He could feel his glans scraping against those sensitive folds again and again, striking heavily against that slightly open, soft cervix. This unreserved, intimate contact, along with the taboo and sense of conquest brought about by the "danger period" and "internal ejaculation," caused his pleasure to accumulate exceptionally rapidly.

"I'm going to cum... Shinano... all of it... into your uterus!" Lin Mo roared, his thrusting speed reaching a frenzied level, each insertion deep and heavy, as if he wanted to stuff his testicles in as well.

"Ah! Ahhh! Give...give it to me...Commander...shoot all your semen inside...fill Shinano's womb...let Shinano carry your child...Aha—!!!" Shinano's lewd words poured out like a collapsing dam. She suddenly threw her head back, letting out a series of sharp, distorted screams, her body convulsing and tensing violently as if electrocuted. At the same time, her warm cervix seemed to actively welcome her, tightly gripping Lin Mo's glans.

Hot, thick, and incredibly voluminous semen, like a high-pressure water gun, violently and continuously sprayed into the deepest part of Shinano's uterus. That scorching torrent washed over the delicate uterine walls, bringing a feeling of being completely filled, even to the point of being stretched open, along with a burning sensation.

"Eek—!!!" Shinano's scream reached an unprecedented high pitch. Her body convulsed wildly like a fish out of water before collapsing completely, leaving only her lower abdomen and uterus still twitching slightly uncontrollably from the large amount of semen that had been poured into her. A large amount of white, cloudy mixture was squeezed out from the point where the two were tightly joined, dripping down her thighs, down her white stockings, and onto the already messy sheets.

Lin Mo, panting, withdrew his semi-erect penis from Shinano's body, the semen and vaginal fluid that came out forming long, viscous silver threads.

The bedroom was now filled only with the heavy, disordered breathing of the three people. The air was thick with the pungent, almost overwhelming scent of sex—the fishy smell of semen, the sweetness of vaginal fluids, the saltiness of sweat, and the complex aroma of leather, silk, and cosmetics. The sheets were covered with various dark, irregular water stains and dirt.

But the declaration that "I can't get out of bed until I get pregnant" is clearly not something that can be resolved with just one climax.

Lin Mo didn't even let his penis fully flaccid. He leaned against the headboard and pulled the limp Shinano over, making her straddle his lap facing him. Shinano was so weak that she could barely support herself and could only lean limply against Lin Mo's chest, her nine fox tails draped wetly over both of them.

New Jersey once again demonstrated her amazing energy and resilience. She climbed behind Lin Mo, pressed her huge breasts, almost completely exposed in her leather bodysuit, against his back, and began to rub them up and down. At the same time, she put her hands under his armpits and began to play with Shinano's breasts, which swayed in her blue bodysuit.

“Ahhn~ Commander…Shinano’s breasts…feel so good being rubbed by New Jersey…” Shinano slumped in Lin Mo’s arms, her voice languid and hoarse after her orgasm, but her body responded honestly—her nipples hardened under her tight-fitting clothes, even pushing the silk fabric into two obvious small protrusions. She twisted her waist slightly, letting her still wet and swollen vulva rub against Lin Mo’s semi-erect penis, trying to make it rouse again. “Inside…I want…more…from the Commander…”

New Jersey peeked out from behind Lin Mo's shoulder, her long, sapphire-blue hair cascading down, the ends brushing against Shinano's cheek. Her bright yellow eyes were filled with a mischievous smile, her fingers kneading and squeezing Shinano's breasts more forcefully, causing the F-cup breasts to sway into various lewd shapes beneath the blue silk. "Shinano's such a greedy fox~ She just got filled with so much semen, her uterus must be overflowing, right? Mhhpm~" she said, licking away a drop of liquid mixed with sweat and semen that had slid down Shinano's neck.

Lin Mo felt the softness and warmth of Shinano's body in front of him, and the elastic friction of New Jersey's breasts against his back. His penis, which had just ejaculated, began to quickly become engorged and swollen again. He supported Shinano's buttocks with both hands, lifted them slightly, and then thrust his hips upwards—

"Ugh!" Shinano let out a short gasp, her body tensing slightly as she was penetrated again. This time, they were face to face, and Lin Mo's penis entered from below at an angle, the glans easily forcing open the not-yet-fully-closed, semen-covered cervix and wedging deep into the uterus.

This angle made the insertion exceptionally deep, and also exceptionally… intimate. Shinano could clearly see Lin Mo's face so close to hers, see the burning desire in his eyes, and feel more directly the sensation of that thick, hard thing churning and pounding deep inside her body. She weakly wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and let out intermittent, sweet moans.

Lin Mo began to thrust slowly and deeply. This position allowed him to better control the rhythm and depth, striving to bury his entire penis completely inside Shinano's body with each thrust, so that the glans would slam heavily against the softest part of her uterus. Shinano's uterus was exceptionally sensitive because it had just been filled with semen, and each impact brought a tingling, numbing pleasure that shot straight to her head.

New Jersey wasn't idle either. One hand continued to fondle Shinano's breasts, while the other slid down Lin Mo's abdominal muscles, finding the point where the two were joined. Her fingers parted Shinano's wet labia and pressed directly onto her clitoris, which was constantly everting due to the thrusting. At the same time, her fingertips could feel the sticky liquid mixed with fresh love juice and the previous semen that Lin Mo's penis brought in and out.

“Commander…Shinano’s little hole…is flowing so much water again…” New Jersey breathed hot air into Lin Mo’s ear, his voice filled with mischievous excitement, “It’s so full that it can’t close up anymore, thanks to your big cock…Look, I can feel the shape of it churning inside with my fingers…Ahhn~ You’re so horny…”

The explicit lewd language and direct stimulation made Shinano's moans even higher and more out of control. "Ah! No... there... New Jersey... not at the same time... Ah ha! Commander... slower... Shinano's uterus... is really going to break... mmm mmm mmm—!!!"

But her pleas for mercy clearly had the opposite effect. Lin Mo's thrusts became even faster and more violent, and New Jersey's fingers pressing on her clitoris became even more forceful and rapid. Under this triple stimulation, Shinano was quickly pushed to the brink of orgasm again. Her vagina and uterus contracted and spasmed wildly, and a large amount of warm love fluid gushed from deep within, drenching Lin Mo's glans.

"I'm coming... I'm going to come to you again... Shinano... catch it all!" Lin Mo roared, his waist pressing tightly against Shinano's buttocks. The scalding semen once again poured into her already full uterus like a flood. This time, the amount of semen seemed to be even more and thicker than the last time. Shinano could even feel a distinct, bloated feeling in her lower abdomen.

"Eek—!!!" Shinano screamed again, her body trembling violently, all nine of her fox tails straightening, the blue fur at the tips bristling. The afterglow of her climax left her completely powerless, collapsing onto Lin Mo like a puddle of mud, only her lower abdomen still twitching slightly uncontrollably from the continuous ejaculation inside her uterus.

Lin Mo, panting, slowly withdrew his semi-erect penis from Shinano's body. A large amount of white fluid mixed with clear liquid gushed out of Shinano's swollen vaginal opening like a burst dam, instantly soaking her blue thong, white stockings, as well as Lin Mo's thighs and the bed sheets.

But the battle is far from over.

Lin Mo gently placed the nearly **** Shinano on the messy bed beside her. Her long, silvery-white hair was covered in sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid, clinging messily to her cheeks and neck; her blue bodysuit was stained with sweat and wrinkled from being gripped; her white stockings, from thighs to ankles, were soaked with a mixture of viscous fluids flowing from her body; her nine fox tails lay limply spread out, the beautiful blue gradient at the tips stained and filthy with various bodily fluids.

Looking at the limp Shinano, New Jersey's lips curled into a challenging smile. She climbed over Lin Mo from behind and straddled him again, this time with her back to him. The dark blue leather bodysuit perfectly outlined the curves of her extremely voluptuous hips, the taut leather reflecting a lewd sheen under the light. She braced herself on the bed with her hands, leaning slightly forward, completely exposing her already soaked buttocks, covered by black pantyhose, to Lin Mo's eyes.

“Commander…this time…from behind…” New Jersey turned around, his azure eyes flashing with undisguised desire and provocation, “I want my backside too…”

Lin Mo didn't waste any words. He reached out and unzipped the crotch of the New Jersey bodysuit, pushing aside the already soaked black stockings to reveal the pink, slightly contracted anus underneath. Without much foreplay, he aimed his fully erect penis, now covered in Shinano's bodily fluids, at the tight entrance, and with a thrust of his hips, slowly but firmly pushed it in.

"Mmm...ah..." New Jersey let out a muffled groan, a mixture of pain and satisfaction, her body trembling slightly from the sudden intrusion into her anus. The muscles of her back, encased in the leather bodysuit, were taut, and her long, sapphire-blue hair cascaded down as she lowered her head. The inner walls of her anus were unusually tight and dry, a stark contrast to the wetness and lubrication of previous vaginal intercourse, bringing a more conquering and aggressive pleasure.

Lin Mo began to slowly thrust in and out, allowing New Jersey's anus to gradually adapt to his size. Each thrust was accompanied by a soft "gurgling" sound as intestinal fluid was squeezed out, and the dull thud of flesh colliding. New Jersey quickly found pleasure in this unusual stimulation, and she began to actively move backward to accommodate Lin Mo, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

"Ah... Commander... So full... The back... is also filled up..." New Jersey's moans became hoarse and sexy. She even deliberately contracted her anus, tightly gripping Lin Mo's penis. "It feels different from the front... But... So good... Ahhn~ Harder..."

Lin Mo's breathing became heavy again. He grabbed New Jersey's full, leather-clad buttocks with both hands and began to increase the **** and speed. His thick, hard penis moved in and out of the tight rectum rapidly, the glans scraping against every fold of the intestinal wall, bringing intense frictional pleasure. New Jersey's buttocks were kneaded and deformed in his hands, and the leather creaked under the strain.

Just then, Shinano, who had been limp, seemed to regain some strength. She struggled to crawl over, embraced New Jersey from the side, and then tilted her head back to kiss his lips. The kiss was filled with possessiveness and lust; Shinano's tongue roughly pried open New Jersey's teeth, penetrating deep inside and entwining with hers. Both could taste the lingering semen, the saltiness of sweat, and the scent of desire in each other's mouths.

Shinano's other hand wasn't idle either. She reached into the opening of the New Jersey bodysuit at the chest, directly grabbing the pair of almost completely exposed large breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, causing more flesh to spill out from the edges of the leather. Her other hand moved down along New Jersey's lower abdomen, finding the point where the two were joined, pressing her fingers on the clitoris that was being constantly rubbed due to anal sex.

“New Jersey… I was being fucked in the back by the Commander… and in the front… I was playing with her too…” Shinano mumbled between kisses, a strange light flickering in her purplish-gold eyes. “How does it feel? Is it… more comfortable than before? Mhhpm~”

Overwhelmed by the pleasure from both ends, New Jersey could barely utter a complete sentence, only letting out broken, high-pitched moans from deep within her throat. Her body trembled violently under the dual stimulation, her anus and vagina contracting intensely simultaneously, and a gush of warm love fluid gushed out from the front again, soaking her black stockings.

Lin Mo had reached his limit. He let out a low growl, pressing his waist firmly against New Jersey's buttocks, and his scalding semen gushed out for the third time, all of it pouring deep into New Jersey's rectum.

"Ah—!!!" New Jersey's scream was half-cut off by Shinano's kiss. Her body convulsed violently as if she had been electrocuted, and then she went completely limp.

Time slipped away quietly amidst round after round of intense sex, with ever-changing positions and locations. From late at night until dawn, the bedroom was filled with almost constant sounds of debauchery, strong odors, and the clatter of flesh against flesh.

The sheets were soaked through with bodily fluids, becoming cold and sticky, their color changing from light gray to dark gray, covered with large, irregular patches of white, transparent, and pale yellow stains. Scattered on the floor were torn pieces of stockings, broken decorative buttons, and a few stray hairs of various colors stuck together with bodily fluids.

The two bunny girl outfits that Shinano and New Jersey were wearing, which were originally exquisite, sexy and brand new, were now completely ruined and covered in filth. Shinano's blue silk bodysuit was torn in many places, and her chest and waist were covered with sweat stains, dried semen stains, and dark wrinkles left by being grabbed and kneaded; her white elbow gloves were nowhere to be found, perhaps thrown away in some corner; her white over-the-knee stockings were not clean from thigh to ankle, covered with a mixture of bodily fluids, and in some places they were even stiff from drying; the fur of the nine fox tails was stuck together in clumps, and the beautiful blue tips of the tails were covered with stains.

The dark blue leather bodysuit from New Jersey was in a terrible state. The leather on the chest and shoulders was covered with white salt stains left by evaporating sweat, spots of semen splatter, and faint lipstick marks left by Shinano's kisses; the leather on the waist and hips had countless tiny wrinkles and abrasions from repeated gripping and impacts; the black pantyhose were completely soaked in various liquids from the crotch to the upper thigh, turning dark black, and the crotch area even had holes from repeated friction; the black stilettos were also splattered with a lot of bodily fluids.

Their bodies were covered in marks of sex—purple-red hickeys and bite marks were everywhere on their chests, necks, lower abdomens, and inner thighs; their skin was covered with dried or semi-dried bodily fluids, reflecting a lewd sheen in the morning light; Shinano's vaginal opening was swollen and everted, unable to close for a while, with a thick liquid mixed with a large amount of semen slowly flowing out; New Jersey's anus was also swollen and red, with a mixture of intestinal fluid and semen flowing down his buttocks.

As the first faint rays of dawn pierced the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, Lin Mo finally stopped. He leaned against the headboard, breathing heavily, his penis finally completely limp, but still covered with a mixture of semi-dried fluids.

Shinano and New Jersey collapsed on either side of him, both in a semi-conscious state due to **** exhaustion and continuous orgasms. Only their chests were still rising and falling slightly, proving that they were still alive.

The bedroom was deathly silent, save for the heavy, slow breathing of the three people. The pungent, nauseating smell of sex seemed to have solidified and settled in every corner of the air.

Lin Mo looked at the sky gradually brightening outside the window, then at the two beautiful bodies beside him that had been thoroughly "used" and defiled, and a satisfied smile slowly appeared on his lips.

He muttered to himself, "It's over."

However, there is clearly a long, long way to go before "getting pregnant".

We'll discuss the side stories later:

Several months later, on a late afternoon, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bai Yuya's apartment living room, casting warm dappled patterns on the floor. The air was filled with a different, more languid and gentle atmosphere than before.

The living room had been tidied up; the sofa had a clean, light gray cover, the floor was sparkling clean, and the vase of white lisianthus had been replaced with fresh pink roses. But what was most eye-catching were the two "maids" sitting on the sofa.

Bai Yuya—or rather, the Lin Mo split soul currently controlling this body—was wearing a meticulously modified Prinz Eugen maid cosplay outfit. Her long, silver-white hair was pulled back and secured with a black headband with delicate lace trim, a few strands falling lazily to her sides. At the center of the small white lace headdress atop her head, a miniature Ironblood cross emblem gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight.

The impeccably tailored black mini dress perfectly accentuated her stunning figure, but a closer look revealed subtle changes compared to a few months prior—her waist remained slender, but her lower abdomen had begun to protrude slightly, creating a soft and full curve. The classic white lace-trimmed square neckline opened just right, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin, as well as the upper edge of her cleavage, which was now fuller and supported by a black corset. The puffy sleeves were gathered at the cuffs and adorned with multiple layers of white lace.

The extremely short skirt barely covered the top of her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, almost completely exposed, the garters faintly visible beneath the hem. Her feet were clad in black patent leather high heels with slender heels. Most striking was the delicately designed white lace apron at her chest, covering only a small portion of her abdomen, the fabric of the black skirt beneath barely visible. A wide black leather belt cinched her waist, but below it, the slightly protruding outline of her lower abdomen was clearly visible.

She leaned lazily against the sofa armrest, one hand gently resting on her slightly protruding belly, the other holding a glass of warm water. Her deep brown eyes—still shimmering with a subtle purple light—were half-closed, carrying an expression unique to pregnancy, a mixture of languor and contentment.

On the other sofa, Yin Yueyou—or rather, the "third personality" who had now completely merged with Lin Mo's split soul—was dressed in the classic and elegant Egil maid cosplay outfit. Her long, silver-white hair cascaded smoothly down her back, with two shorter strands of hair held back on either side of her forehead by dark red hairpins with subtle dragon scale patterns, revealing her smooth forehead and serene golden eyes. A simple black hair clip, shaped like a dragon wing, was pinned to her ear.

The deep burgundy velvet maxi dress is extremely form-fitting, perfectly showcasing the curves from the bust to the waist and hips. Similar to Bai Yuya, her waist remains slender, but her lower abdomen is noticeably rounded, the velvet fabric creating a soft, full curve in that area. The high-necked design features a V-shaped opening edged with delicate black lace, extending all the way to above the chest, revealing a graceful neckline and a small patch of fair skin. The three-quarter sleeves are fitted at the cuffs and adorned with black lace.

Her skirt reached her knees, its wide hem swaying gently with her slightest movements. Over it, she wore a pure white, semi-transparent lace apron almost as long as the skirt, its edges adorned with intricate ruffles, tied at the back with a large bow. White stockings clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, and she wore black round-toed Mary Jane shoes.

She leaned back lazily on the sofa, one hand resting on her protruding belly, the other gently stroking it—the movement was tender and natural, as if she had done it countless times before.

Lin Mo sat on the single sofa opposite the two of them, holding a camera and adjusting the settings. He looked slightly more mature than he had a few months ago, but the focus and excitement typical of a tech geek remained unchanged in his eyes.

"Commander~" Bai Yuya (Prinz Eugen cosplay) spoke lazily, her voice softer than before, with a hint of hoarseness from pregnancy, "What are we filming today?"

"Make a note of this," Lin Mo said without looking up. "The state of being pregnant... is worth recording."

Silver Moon Yu (Egil cosplay) chuckled softly, her golden eyes sparkling with gentle light. "Commander, really... don't you get tired of taking pictures every day?"

“I don’t get tired of it.” Lin Mo finally raised his head and looked at the two of them. “It’s different every time.”

Lin Mo put down his camera, stood up, walked to the sofa, and knelt down in front of the two of them. His gaze first fell on Bai Yuya's noticeably protruding belly—the curve was soft and full, clearly visible under the tight fabric of her black short dress. Then, his gaze slowly moved upwards, stopping at her breasts, which were noticeably fuller than a few months ago, encased in a black corset.

“Here…” He reached out and gently pressed his hand against Bai Yuya’s chest through the black fabric, “It seems… to have gotten a lot bigger.”

Bai Yuya's body trembled slightly. She could feel the warmth of Lin Mo's hand seeping through the fabric, and she could also feel the subtle reactions of her breasts, which were unusually sensitive due to her pregnancy, as he touched them. She looked down at her chest, then looked up at Lin Mo, giving him a languid and sexy smile. "Hmm... after getting pregnant... they have indeed gotten bigger... and..."

She paused, her voice carrying a hint of reminiscence.

“Do you remember? A few months ago… that night in bed… when you were playing with my breasts…” Bai Yuya’s cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes remained languid and calm. “You said at the time… that they seemed a little wet… I thought it was because I was too excited… but then I realized…”

Lin Mo's fingers gently caressed the black fabric. He could feel that the breasts beneath the fabric were unusually full and soft, and... seemed warmer than usual. He certainly remembered that night—the night they discovered Bai Yuya had begun to produce breast milk. He had been lying on top of Bai Yuya, thrusting and sucking on her nipples, when he suddenly tasted a faint sweetness. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but then a clear liquid began to seep from Bai Yuya's nipples, and they realized—the breast milk had arrived.

"Inside..." Lin Mo asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of confirmation, "Is there milk yet?"

This question instantly created a subtle atmosphere in the living room.

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou exchanged a glance and then nodded simultaneously. A faint blush appeared on both of their faces—although their bodies had long been thoroughly explored by Lin Mo, discussing topics such as breast milk, which are closely related to childbirth and motherhood, still made them feel a little shy.

"Hmm..." Bai Yuya said softly, her hand gently pressing against her chest, "Recently... I've started... Sometimes when I sleep... my underwear gets wet..."

“Me too,” Yin Yueyou added, gently pressing her hand to her chest as well. “Sometimes… it just leaks out… especially when I wake up in the morning…”

Lin Mo's eyes lit up. It was the excited gleam unique to a tech geek, like discovering a new continent. For him, this was not just a physiological phenomenon, but another evolution of his "creation"—the two bodies he controlled were not only pregnant, but now even beginning to secrete breast milk.

"Let me see," he said, his voice filled with an expectation that brooked no refusal.

Bai Yuya did not refuse. She sat up slightly, reached behind her back, and unzipped the back of her black mini dress. The zipper made a soft "ripping" sound as it was pulled down, and the front of the dress opened slightly, revealing a black corset underneath. Then, she reached to her chest and unhooked the corset.

"Mmm..." she let out a soft moan. The moment her bra came undone, her F-cup breasts, unusually full due to pregnancy, almost bounced out. The flesh was white and plump, gleaming delicately under the warm yellow light of the living room. Her areolas had enlarged considerably and turned a deeper pinkish-brown, dotted with tiny, raised bumps—Montessori tubercles, a sign of lactation.

At this moment, in the center of the dark areola, on the pink nipple, hung a few drops of transparent, slightly milky-white liquid.

That's colostrum.

Lin Mo moved closer. He could smell a faint, sweet milky scent mixed with Bai Yuya's original body fragrance—a unique, maternal scent characteristic of pregnant women. He reached out a finger and gently touched the drop of liquid clinging to her nipple.

It's thick, warm, and has a slightly sweet taste.

“Really…” he murmured to himself, then looked at Yin Yueyou, “What about yours?”

Yin Yueyou didn't hesitate. She unbuttoned a few buttons on the front of her deep burgundy dress, opening the neckline to reveal a white lace bra underneath. Then, she also unhooked her bra.

Her equally full D-cup breasts were exposed to the air. Due to pregnancy, her breasts had also noticeably enlarged, her areolas had widened and darkened in color, and Montgomery tubercles were also distributed on them. At this moment, a few drops of clear, slightly whitish liquid clung to her nipples.

Lin Mo leaned over, dipped his finger in the mixture, and tasted it.

"Hmm..." He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. "It's a little sweet... very subtle... but very fragrant... and quite different from Bai Yuya's..."

Bai Yuya watched his actions, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Commander... you're acting like a little kid... so curious..."

“Because this is the first time.” Lin Mo opened his eyes and looked at the two of them. “Could you… squeeze in a bit to take a look? I want to check the data usage…”

The two looked at each other again, and then nodded at the same time.

Bai Yuya first reached out and gently pinched her areola with her thumb and forefinger, then squeezed it towards the center. Her movements were very light and careful, but even so, a small stream of clear, slightly whitish liquid still spurted out from the small hole of her nipple, drawing a short arc in the air before dripping onto her own thigh.

"Ah..." Bai Yuya exclaimed softly, a deeper blush spreading across her face, "It's really... coming out..."

“Really…” he murmured to himself, then looked at Yin Yueyou, “What about yours?”

Yin Yueyou didn't hesitate. She unbuttoned a few buttons on the front of her deep burgundy dress, opening the neckline to reveal a white lace bra underneath. Then, she also unhooked her bra.

Her equally full D-cup breasts were exposed to the air. Due to pregnancy, her breasts had also noticeably enlarged, her areolas had widened and darkened in color, and a few drops of clear, slightly whitish liquid clung to her nipples.

Lin Mo leaned over, dipped his finger in the mixture, and tasted it.

"Hmm..." He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. "A little sweet... very subtle... but very fragrant..."

Bai Yuya watched his actions, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Commander... you're acting like a little kid..."

"Out of curiosity." Lin Mo opened his eyes and looked at the two of them. "Could you... squeeze in and take a look?"

The two looked at each other again, and then nodded at the same time.

Bai Yuya first reached out and gently pinched her areola with her thumb and forefinger, then squeezed it towards the center—

A thin stream of milky white liquid spurted from the small hole in the center of her nipple, tracing an arc before dripping onto her own thigh, leaving a small, dark, damp stain on her black stockings.

"Ah..." she gasped softly, but her face wore a strange expression that was a mixture of shame and excitement.

Yin Yueyou did the same. Her milk sprayed out even more forcefully, the milky white liquid drawing a longer arc in the air before finally dripping onto the sofa armrest, leaving a noticeable wet spot on the light gray fabric.

Lin Mo watched this scene, his breathing becoming heavy. He stood up, went to the kitchen, and brought back a clean glass.

“Squeeze in here,” he said, placing his cup on the coffee table.

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou exchanged a glance, then simultaneously rose and knelt on the carpet in front of the coffee table. Facing each other, they each cupped one of their breasts and began to express milk into a glass.

"Hmm...it feels a bit...strange..." Bai Yuya said softly, squeezing her areolas with her fingers. Milky white liquid shot into the glass in spurts, making a soft "sizzling" sound. Her breasts were slightly deformed from the pressure, and flesh spilled out between her fingers.

“But… I don’t dislike it…” Yin Yueyou continued, squeezing her breasts forcefully as well. Her milk flow seemed to be greater, and the milky white liquid quickly accumulated at the bottom of the cup.

The two continued their actions for several minutes. The glass gradually filled with about half a glass of milky white liquid, with some fine bubbles floating on the surface, emitting a rich, sweet milky aroma.

When the two stopped, the glass was about two-thirds full.

Lin Mo picked up the cup and examined it closely. The milky white liquid shimmered softly in the sunlight, looking just like fresh milk, but whiter and thicker.

He took a small sip first.

Warm, sweet, with a unique, indescribable fragrance—a pure "maternal" scent that blends the scents of both of them.

"How is it?" Bai Yuya asked expectantly, her hands still cupping her breasts, which were slightly red from milking and whose nipples were still erect.

"It's very sweet," Lin Mo said, then took another big gulp. "Sweeter than milk...and even more fragrant."

He handed the cup to Bai Yuya. "You should try some too."

Bai Yuya took the cup and took a small sip. Her eyes widened slightly. "It's really...sweet..."

Then she handed the cup to Yin Yueyou. Yin Yueyou took a sip and nodded. "Hmm...indeed."

But then, Yin Yueyou looked up at Lin Mo, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes. "Commander... this is for the baby, you know~"

“Yeah, right.” Bai Yuya chimed in, leaning lazily against the coffee table, one hand gently stroking her slightly protruding belly. “Commander is… stealing food from his own child~”

This remark made the atmosphere in the living room subtly tense once again.

Lin Mo looked at the two women, at their bodies, which were now fuller and more sensual due to pregnancy, at the way they held their breasts, their nipples still erect, and at the expressions on their faces that were a mixture of maternal tenderness and erotic provocation…

His breathing became heavier.

He stood up, walked to the two of them, and then slowly knelt down.

“Then…” he said softly, placing his hands on their swollen bellies, “let this ‘bad dad’… make it up to me?”

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou smiled simultaneously. It was a knowing, expectant smile.

"How will you compensate me?" Bai Yuya asked lazily, leaning back slightly to make her protruding belly stand out even more.

“Use this…” Lin Mo’s hand slid up her lower abdomen, finally stopping at her breasts, which were still exposed and stained with a little milk. “And here…”

His hand moved to Yin Yueyou's body, stroking her protruding belly, then moving upwards to rest on her breasts.

"But be careful~" Yin Yueyou said softly, placing her hand over Lin Mo's hand, "The babies... are watching~"

"Then..." Lin Mo leaned closer and whispered in their ears, "Be gentle..."

Lin Mo's fingers gently caressed Bai Yuya's (Prince Eugen cosplay) breasts, which were unusually full due to pregnancy and were now exposed. His fingertips could clearly feel the astonishing softness and warmth of the flesh, and the rough texture of the tiny Montessori granules on the areolas. A few drops of translucent colostrum, left over from previous milking, slowly slid down her fair skin, leaving glistening, winding trails on her thighs encased in black stockings.

“Commander…” Bai Yuya murmured softly, her body trembling slightly from the sensitive touch of her breasts. She leaned languidly against the edge of the coffee table, the zipper of her black mini-dress still open, revealing her completely undone black corset and her heavy, milk-stained breasts. One hand remained gently resting on her slightly protruding belly, as if soothing the little life within. “It… it’s a little itchy…”

Lin Mo didn't respond. Instead, he lowered his head and brought his face close to the breasts, which were covered in sweet milk. He first gently rubbed the dark pinkish-brown, enlarged areolas with the tip of his nose, and took a deep breath—the rich, warm scent, a mixture of feminine fragrance and the sweet aroma of colostrum, instantly filled his nostrils. Then, he opened his mouth and took the right nipple, which was erect and slightly oozing clear fluid, into his mouth.

"Mmm..." Bai Yuya let out a short, sweet moan, her body arching backward as her hands instinctively gripped the edge of the coffee table. She could clearly feel a warm, moist tongue enveloping her sensitive nipples, first gently licking them, then drawing the colostrum hanging from her nipples into its mouth, before beginning to mimic a baby's sucking motion, sucking hard.

A strange current, a mixture of slight tingling and intense pleasure, surged through her body from the nipple being sucked. Bai Yuya felt as if something inside her breasts was being awakened, and more warm liquid was being drawn from deep within her mammary glands, flowing into Lin Mo's mouth. She could hear the soft "tsk tsk" sucking sounds and feel the slight, aching, emptying sensation inside her breasts as the milk was drawn out.

"Commander... slower... umm..." Her moans became broken, her waist twisting slightly uncontrollably, causing the hem of her black skirt to ride up, revealing more of her thighs encased in black garter stockings. The thin black straps of the garter stockings dug deep into the soft, white flesh of her thighs, creating shallow indentations.

At the same time, Yin Yueyou (Egil COS) also came over. She knelt beside Bai Yuya, the buttons of her deep burgundy velvet dress undone, revealing her D-cup breasts, which had also enlarged due to pregnancy and were now trembling slightly. Without waiting for Lin Mo's instructions, she leaned down and took Bai Yuya's left nipple into her mouth.

"Ugh...!" Bai Yuya's body trembled violently again. The double stimulation from having both breasts sucked at the same time almost made her collapse. She could feel that Yin Yueyou's sucking technique was completely different from Lin Mo's—it was gentler and more delicate. Her tongue circled around the areola, sometimes gently nibbling at the nipple, and sometimes sucking hard to draw out more colostrum.

"Yueyou...you...uh..." Bai Yuya tried to say something, but her words were broken by the overwhelming pleasure. She could only lean weakly against the coffee table, letting the two men suckle her breasts from both sides. A large amount of colostrum was sucked out, some of which couldn't be swallowed in time and overflowed from the corners of their mouths, flowing down Bai Yuya's breasts, soaking a small patch of her black corset, white lace apron, and even her black skirt. The milky white liquid stood out against the black fabric, emitting an even stronger milky scent.

Lin Mo finally relented. He raised his head, a trace of milky white residue still clinging to the corner of his mouth. He looked at Yin Yueyou, his eyes conveying a signal.

Yin Yueyou understood and released her grip, then turned slightly to present her breasts, also wet with milk, to Lin Mo. The deep pinkish-brown areolas gleamed healthily in the sunlight, and the colostrum clinging to the nipples resembled morning dew.

Without hesitation, Lin Mo lowered his head and took Yin Yueyou's right nipple into his mouth, beginning to suckle in the same way. Bai Yuya, panting, recovered and also leaned over to take Yin Yueyou's left nipple into her mouth.

Now, it's Yin Yueyou being sucked by both of them at the same time.

"Ah... haa..." Yin Yueyou's moans were lower than Bai Yuya's, carrying a calm, maternal tenderness. Her golden eyes were half-closed, one hand gently stroking her swollen belly, while the other pressed Lin Mo's head, drawing him closer to her chest. She could feel Lin Mo's sucking becoming more forceful and greedy, like an infant truly craving milk, while Bai Yuya's sucking was gentler, carrying a sisterly intimacy and playfulness.

A large amount of colostrum was drawn from Yin Yueyou's breasts. Her milk seemed to flow more profusely than Bai Yuya's, the milky white liquid continuously gushing out, staining Lin Mo and Bai Yuya's lips, chins, and even necks with a cloudy white color. Some of the milk dripped onto her deep burgundy velvet dress, leaving dark, rapidly spreading wet stains on the heavy fabric; some dripped onto her white semi-transparent lace apron, causing the intricate lace patterns to cling tightly to the dress below, outlining the contours of her breasts even more clearly; and some flowed down her body's curves, soaking the edges of her white stockings.

The living room was filled with a strong, sweet milky scent, mixed with the smell of sweat from the three people's excitement and the warm, gradually rising atmosphere of lust. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating the three tightly intertwined bodies and casting swaying, erotic shadows on the light wood floor.

When Lin Mo raised his head again, his lips, chin, and even the tip of his nose were covered in milky white colostrum. He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and then looked at the half-cold glass of "milk" on the coffee table, a mixture of their breast milk and his own.

He picked up the glass and took a big gulp. The cool, sweet liquid slid down his throat, carrying a unique, mixed aroma.

“The taste…” he said softly, as if savoring some precious beverage, “is a little different.”

"What's different?" Bai Yuya also opened her mouth, her lips also smeared with milk. She asked languidly, her fingers gently playing with her breasts, which were slightly red from being sucked and whose nipples were even more erect.

“Bai Yuya’s…” Lin Mo looked at Bai Yuya, “is sweeter and has a stronger milky flavor.”

Then he looked at Yin Yueyou. "Yin Yueyou's... is lighter, but the aftertaste has a... very special fragrance."

Silver Moon chuckled softly, a gentle light shimmering in her golden eyes. "Commander...you're acting like a food critic~"

“Because it’s very important,” Lin Mo said seriously, then took another sip of the mixed milk in the cup. “This is…the babies’ food.”

This statement made the atmosphere delicate once again.

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou simultaneously looked down at their protruding bellies. Their hands, without prior arrangement, gently caressed them, their movements tender and full of love.

“Yes…” Bai Yuya said softly, “It’s for the babies…”

“But…” Yin Yueyou looked up at Lin Mo, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, “This ‘bad dad’ Commander has already… drunk up so much of the babies’ food~”

Lin Mo looked at the two women, at the expressions on their faces that were a mixture of maternal tenderness and erotic provocation, at their bodies that were even fuller and more sensual because of their pregnancy, at their breasts covered in milk and their slightly protruding bellies...

His breathing became heavier. He could feel his penis fully erect inside his pants, pressing hard against the fabric.

He put down his cup and then slowly stood up.

“Then…” he said softly, placing his hands on their swollen bellies, feeling the life growing inside, “let this 'bad dad'… make it up to the babies?”

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou exchanged a glance, then smiled simultaneously. It was a knowing, expectant smile.

"How will you make it up to me?" Bai Yuya asked languidly, leaning back slightly to accentuate her protruding belly. Her hand guided Lin Mo's hand slowly upwards from her abdomen, finally resting once more on her heavy, milk-soaked breasts. "With here...?"

Yin Yueyou made a similar movement. She grasped Lin Mo's other hand, placed it on her protruding belly, and then guided it upwards to cover her own soft, milk-soaked breasts. "Or... use here?"

Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed. He could feel the warmth of the two bodies beneath his palms, the soft curves of their lower abdomens, the fullness and weight of their breasts, and... the trembling that had become more sensitive and more eager to be touched because of pregnancy.

"Use them both," he said softly, then slowly knelt down and buried his face in Bai Yuya's chest again.

But this time, it wasn't just sucking.

His lips slid down her milk-soaked breasts, licking every inch of her skin, drawing in all the flowing milk. Then he continued downwards, kissing her slightly protruding belly—where the skin, taut and smooth from pregnancy, exuded a unique, warm aura. His kisses were gentle and reverent, as if he were kissing some sacred altar.

Bai Yuya's body trembled slightly as she gently placed her hands on Lin Mo's head, her fingertips threading through his hair. She could feel his warm lips roaming over the most private and sacred part of her body; the stimulation, a mixture of desire and a strange sense of belonging, made her feel dizzy. "Commander... um... baby... baby is watching..."

"Then let the baby see," Lin Mo said vaguely, his lips already touching the hem of her black skirt. He reached out and gently lifted the skirt, revealing the top of her black stockings and... her black lace panties, which were already slightly damp with her love juice.

Because of her pregnancy, her vulva seemed fuller than before, the labia showing a full outline beneath the thin lace fabric. Lin Mo's fingers hooked the edge of her panties and gently pulled them down—

The vulva, darker and fuller from pregnancy, was fully exposed to the air. The pubic hair was neatly trimmed, but thicker than before. The labia were slightly parted, revealing the pink, moist inner walls, and vaginal fluid was slowly seeping from the vaginal opening, emitting a sweet and pungent aroma completely different from breast milk.

Without hesitation, Lin Mo lowered his head and kissed her.

"Ah—!" Bai Yuya let out a short scream, her body arching backward abruptly. She could feel a warm, agile tongue parting her sensitive labia, probing directly into the entrance of the passage, which had become even warmer and wetter due to her pregnancy. The tongue swirled at the entrance, licking the constantly flowing love fluid, then went deeper, beginning to mimic the thrusting motions of intercourse.

"Mmm... Commander... there... no... too... too sensitive..." Bai Yuya's moans grew louder and more uncontrollable, her hands gripping the edge of the coffee table tightly, her knuckles turning white from the ****. Her waist arched uncontrollably upwards, pressing her vulva even closer to Lin Mo's lips. Her legs, encased in black stockings, trembled slightly with pleasure, the slender heels of her high heels scraping against the floor with a soft "click."

Meanwhile, Yin Yueyou wasn't idle either. She knelt behind Bai Yuya, hugged her from behind, and wrapped her arms around Bai Yuya's armpits, grabbing her large breasts, which were covered in milk, and began to knead and squeeze them. More milk was squeezed from the nipples, dripping onto Bai Yuya's chest, lower abdomen, and Yin Yueyou's own hands.

"Xiaoya..." Yin Yueyou whispered in Bai Yuya's ear, her warm breath brushing against her earlobe, "Your inside... is so wet... don't you... want it?"

"Mmm... Yueyou... don't... say it..." Bai Yuya tried to retort, but her words were broken by the pleasure. She could feel the stimulation from the kneading of her breasts, the pleasure from the licking of her genitals, and... the little life inside her seemed to be kicking gently, as if responding to the external stimulation.

Under the triple stimulation, she quickly reached the edge of orgasm.

But Lin Mo didn't bring her to orgasm immediately. He looked up, his lips still glistening with Bai Yuya's love juice, reflecting a lascivious sheen in the sunlight. Then he stood up and unzipped his pants.

The thick, fully erect penis sprang out. The glans was purplish-red, the veins on the shaft were bulging, and clear pre-ejaculate secreted from the urethral opening, mixed with the previously stained milk, forming a cloudy, viscous liquid.

He walked up to Bai Yuya and placed the head of his penis against her wet and slippery opening, which had just been licked.

“We’re going in,” he said, his voice hoarse and full of desire.

Bai Yuya raised her head, her deep brown eyes shimmering with anticipation and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. She nodded gently and wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck.

Lin Mo used his waist strength and thrust forward—

The thick penis slowly pushed open the tight, warm passage that had become even tighter due to pregnancy, and slid deeper.

"Ah... um..." Bai Yuya let out a satisfied, drawn-out moan, her body tensing slightly as she was penetrated. She could clearly feel the thick, hard thing expanding and penetrating inside her, the glans scraping against every fold of the vaginal wall, finally slamming heavily against her cervix—the soft and sacred entrance that was now protecting the little life inside her.

Because of her pregnancy, her cervix was positioned higher and more flexible than usual. When Lin Mo's glans struck it, it didn't bring pain, but rather a tingling, numbing pleasure that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Commander...it's so deep...it's reached...the baby's doorstep..." Bai Yuya gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and a hint of maternal worry.

"I'll be careful," Lin Mo said softly, then began to thrust slowly and deeply.

His movements were indeed gentler and slower than usual. Each insertion was carefully planned to be smooth, avoiding any overly violent impact. But even so, the frictional pleasure from his large penis moving in and out of her tight, warm vagina was still so intense that Bai Yuya was almost driven mad.

"Slap... slap... slap..."

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the living room, more muffled and more...restrained than usual. But that restrained, slow intercourse brought a deeper, more agonizing pleasure.

Yin Yueyou pressed herself against her from behind. She continued to knead Bai Yuya's breasts while lowering her head to lick the back of Bai Yuya's neck and shoulders. Her tongue slowly slid down her spine, tasting the mixture of sweat, milk, and the scent of desire on Bai Yuya's skin.

"Xiaoya..." Yin Yueyou mumbled between breaths, "How does it feel to be... being done to from the front by the Commander? Is it... more comfortable than usual?"

"Mmm...don't...ask..." Bai Yuya tried to remain reserved, but her body honestly responded—her vagina contracted even tighter, tightly enveloping Lin Mo's penis, and her cervix opened slightly, as if welcoming a deeper invasion.

Lin Mo's thrusting gradually quickened. Although he remained restrained, the accumulating pleasure made it impossible for him to completely control the rhythm. He could feel that Bai Yuya's vagina was unusually warm and moist due to her pregnancy, the folds of the inner walls were softer, and the suction was stronger. With each insertion, the glans would scrape against those sensitive folds, bringing intense stimulation.

"I'm going to cum..." he gasped, thrusting his hips forward with even more ****. "Xiaoya... catch me..."

"Mmm...give it to me...Commander...all...shoot inside..." Bai Yuya reached her limit, tilting her head back and letting out a series of sweet moans, "shoot it...at baby's doorstep...let baby...feel...Daddy's love too..."

This sentence acted as the final catalyst.

Lin Mo let out a low growl, pressing his waist firmly against Bai Yuya's buttocks, and his scalding semen gushed out violently, gushing into the depths of her vagina, washing over the entrance to her cervix. Although the semen couldn't directly enter her uterus due to her pregnancy, the feeling of being filled with hot liquid still brought Bai Yuya to orgasm.

"Ah—!!!" Her scream echoed in the living room. Her body trembled violently, and her vagina and uterus contracted violently at the same time. Love fluid mixed with semen gushed out from the point of intercourse, flowing down her thighs and soaking her black stockings.

In the afterglow of his climax, Lin Mo slowly withdrew his penis from Bai Yuya's body. A large amount of white fluid mixed with clear liquid gushed from her swollen opening, dripping onto the light gray carpet and leaving dark wet stains.

But it's not over yet.

He turned around and looked at Yin Yueyou, who had been watching from the sidelines and was now also deeply moved.

Yin Yueyou understood and stood up, then slowly lay down on the sofa. Her deep burgundy velvet dress rode up as she lay down, revealing her thighs encased in white stockings, and... her white lace panties, already soaked with love fluid.

Lin Mo knelt between her legs and reached out to pull down her panties. Yin Yueyou's vulva was also fuller due to pregnancy, her labia darker in color, slightly parted, and love juice was constantly seeping from her vaginal opening.

He didn't do any foreplay and went straight for penetration.

The thick penis slid into a warm, tight opening once again.

"Mmm..." Yin Yueyou let out a satisfied groan, her hands gently resting on her swollen belly. She could feel the thick, hard thing expanding and penetrating inside her, the glans slamming heavily against her cervix.

Lin Mo began to thrust. His movements remained gentle and restrained, but each insertion aimed for deep penetration. He could feel that Yin Yueyou's vagina was tighter than Bai Yuya's, with denser folds in the inner walls and a stronger suction.

Bai Yuya recovered from her climax. She struggled to her feet, then knelt beside Yin Yueyou's head and leaned down to kiss her lips. The kiss was filled with the sweet scent of breast milk and the aroma of desire. At the same time, her hands slipped inside Yin Yueyou's open clothes, grasping her breasts, which were covered in breast milk, and began to knead and squeeze them.

"Yukiyu..." Shiraha Miya mumbled between kisses, "How does it feel to be... being fucked by the Commander?"

"Mmm...so...so full..." Yin Yueyou gasped, her golden eyes filled with a hazy, watery light. "Xiaoya...your hands...don't...use so much ****..."

But Bai Yuya didn't stop. She kneaded Yin Yueyou's breasts even harder, squeezing out more milk that dripped onto their chests, necks, and even faces. The milky white liquid mixed with sweat and saliva, drawing lewd trails on their skin.

Lin Mo's thrusting gradually quickened. He could feel Yin Yueyou's vagina contracting violently, and her cervix slightly opening, as if yearning for deeper penetration. The accumulating pleasure made it impossible for him to maintain complete restraint.

"I'm going to cum... Yueyou... catch me..." he gasped, his waist thrusting forward even harder.

"Mmm...give it to me...Commander...all...shoot inside..." Yin Yueyou reached her limit, tilting her head back and letting out a series of sweet moans, "shoot it...at baby's doorstep...let baby...feel...Daddy's love too..."

Lin Mo let out a low growl, pressing his waist firmly against Yin Yueyou's buttocks, and his scalding semen gushed out violently again, all of it pouring deep into her vagina.

"Ah—!!!" Yin Yueyou's scream echoed in the living room as her body trembled violently, reaching her climax.

As Lin Mo slowly withdrew his penis from Yin Yueyou's body, the living room fell into a brief silence once again.

The only sounds were the heavy breathing of the three people and the "drip-drip" of liquid dripping from their bodies onto the carpet.

The sunlight still streamed warmly into the living room, illuminating three tightly intertwined bodies, each covered in various bodily fluids. The air was thick with a pungent odor, a mixture of the sweet scent of breast milk, the pungent smell of semen, the sweet taste of vaginal fluid, and the salty smell of sweat.

Bai Yuya and Yin Yueyou slumped on the sofa, breathing heavily. Their bodies, faces, and hair were covered in breast milk, semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat. The two exquisite maid outfits were now completely soaked and stained with various bodily fluids, wrinkled and wet, clinging tightly to their bodies, which were even fuller and more sensual due to their pregnancy.

But both of them wore a satisfied, languid smile, a mixture of maternal tenderness and lingering desire.

Their hands, without prior arrangement, gently stroked their protruding bellies.

Lin Mo, meanwhile, leaned against the sofa, watching them.

There's still plenty of time before the babies are born.

He has plenty of time to slowly "make up for" it.