He decided

You smirk as the portal's lubrication tingles around your fingers, then guide your cock through the shimmering rift. Tzu-Chieh's eyes widen when your tip breaches him—"Hǎo dà!" he gasps, thighs trembling against the café chair as you sink deeper into that tight, squirming heat. His hands clutch the table edge, knuckles white, but the Rule holds him there, babbling about anime protagonists between breathy whimpers.

Your hips roll forward, sheathing every inch in his fluttering hole as his back arches involuntarily—the app's live feed shows his cock straining against skinny jeans, precum blooming dark on denim. "Th-the protagonist... nngh... seeks to resurrect his sister by—by eating monsters," he stammers, voice cracking as you withdraw slowly, then snap forward to punch a choked scream from his throat. The café's ambient chatter continues obliviously while his toes curl in battered Converse, your thumb circling his prostate through the portal's interface as you murmur, "Guess you'll need to digest more than just plot twists today."

You chuckle at his trembling attempts to keep discussing anime lore, your balls slapping against the portal's edge as you piston into him with merciless rhythm. The app's auto-lube feature creates obscene squelching sounds that somehow blend with the café's espresso machine hisses. "Fascinating," you purr, swiping left on your screen to activate Vibration Mode—his prostate suddenly buzzing like a trapped hornet. Tzu-Chieh's sentence about mushroom recipes dissolves into Taiwanese curses, hips bucking wildly as his untouched cock erupts in his pants, creamy streaks soaking through distressed denim.

His whimpers harmonize with the clinking of coffee cups as you lean back, phone in one hand while the other adjusts the portal's friction settings—sliding the bar from "Slick" to "Grip-Tight". Tzu-Chieh's choked sob vibrates through your shaft when the lubed walls suddenly clamp down, milking your thrusts with **** suction. "So," you casually sip your latte, "ever consider cosplaying? I bet you'd rock Marcille's outfit." The vibration function pulses in time with his stammered denial, each syllable hitching as your cockhead grinds his swollen prostate into submission.

You watch his chest heave as overstimulation tears roll down flushed cheeks, thumb hovering over the 'Clone' button you'd just unlocked. "Let's test dungeon logistics," you whisper, activating dual portals that split your cock into mirrored shafts invading both his ass and mouth simultaneously. Tzu-Chieh's scream muffles around your girth as the app syncs thrusts, his throat bulging obscenely while café patrons discuss latte art nearby. "Now recite the... mmm... ingredient list for... ah fuck...