Now

Nami didn't think. She couldn't. All she knew was that if she didn't act that this was all over.

She ignored the burning in her body, the need for release that screamed from within. Instead she charged forward, right at the Master.

"Eh? EEEEH?" the scientist froze as his subject defied his expectations, his eyes bulging at the sight of the naked girl as she tackled into him—and promptly bursting through the other side of his gaseous form.

"Shuroro... that scared me for a moment. But this is where out game ends, Cat Burglar."

Nami moaned heavily from the ground. She couldn't take it anymore. Her hands went to her breasts and pussy, rubbing and massaging them passionately without care for anything else.

Cesar watched as the girl beneath him masturbated like an animal in heat. Her fingers ran across her nipples, her clit, playing with the folds between her legs. She writhed as if in pain, cumming as her body burned for more. More. She wanted more. This still wasn't enough.

She crawled towards the man made of gas, her eyes glazed over as she begged him for release.

"Please," she whined. "Please, make it stop."

The mad scientist cackled, solidifying his lower half so that he could lower his pants. "That's right... Good... I'll give you the release you want, but only after you help me with my own."

Nami panted, her slim fingers wrapping around the pale man's erect member. It pulsed in her hands, precum already dripping from its tip. Disgusting.

What was she doing?

The smell of his cock had momentarily slapped some sense back into her. At the same time however, she could still feel the effects of the gas ravaging her body.

It was disgusting.

She wanted it.

No.

Yes.

Which was it?