Chapter One: The Soul-Splitting Bracelet

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Rhodes Island's ventilation system hummed low, a sound I'd heard for almost three years. Three years, waking up every day in this massive landship, watching those unbelievably beautiful operators walk past me. Exusiai's smile, Texas's coldness, Blue Poison's shyness, and Kal'tsit's perpetually unfathomable gaze. I'm their Doctor; theoretically, I should know them best.

But what is the reality?

I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. The pillow smelled of disinfectant. Rhode Island is great in every way, except for this smell, which never goes away. Just like that invisible wall between me and them, it's always there.

Reproductive barriers.

I've damn well said those four words countless times. Terra's racial problems, Oripathy, and this damn reproductive isolation. Even if I really do fall for a certain operator, so what? Dating, sleeping together, and then what? Nothing. A biological dead end. Sometimes I think, if only I could crawl inside their bodies—not metaphorically, but literally. Touch my face with their hands, walk with their legs, speak with their mouths. Then control their bodies, make them come to me, push me onto the bed, and say, "Doctor, I want you."

How ridiculous, I'm fantasizing again.

I sat up and rubbed my face. Outside the window was the night view of the mobile city; since the Chernobog incident, Rhode Island had been constantly moving between various city-states. Lights flashed across the glass like fireflies, then disappeared. I glanced at the time: 2:17 AM. I couldn't sleep.

Let's just go to the office.

***

The office lights were a cool white, casting a matte glow on the ancient artifacts on the desk. I sat in the chair, holding the bracelet in my hand.

It's metallic, dark silver, with fine patterns on its surface, resembling some kind of writing or a circuit diagram. I searched Rhodes Island's database, asked several operators, and even secretly contacted a few old friends at Rhine Labs. Nobody knew what it was. From which civilization? In what era? What was its purpose? Absolutely nothing.

The only certainty is that it is very ancient. So ancient that it may have existed before any written records of Terra existed.

I held it up to the light, and the patterns reflected faintly. I tried scratching it with my fingernail, prying it with tweezers, and even sensing it with Originium Arts. Nothing. It was like a piece of dead iron.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

I was startled and almost dropped the bracelet. I looked up and saw it was an M3.

No, it's the human form of M3.

She stood in the doorway, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, the ends streaked with green. The pair of green and black horns on her head gleamed dully in the lamplight. She wore that perpetually oversized black coat, over a green sweater, and black shorts. Her legs and feet were bare. I knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath; Kal'tsit had said that M3 refused to wear underwear, saying it was "uncomfortable."

"PhD!"

She rushed in and pounced on me like a large dog. I smelled her scent, a mix of earthy, metallic scent after rain, with a faint, indescribable sweetness. The M3's own scent.

"Still not asleep so late?" I put the bracelet back on the table. "Kal'tsit will scold you if she finds out."

"Kal'tsit's on duty." She leaned closer, her light green eyes fixed on the bracelet on the table. "What's this?"

"I don't know." I leaned back, trying to get away from her. I always felt a little uncomfortable when M3 was too close. Not because I disliked her, it was just...too close. Her breath was warm on my neck.

"Let me see." She reached out to take it.

"Don't touch it." I pressed her hand down. "This thing is of unknown origin; what if it's dangerous—"

"Just take a look," she pouted, looking like a child asking for candy. Then she suddenly pushed, squeezing herself between me and the table. My chair slid backward from her impact, and I instinctively reached out to push her away.

"M3, stop messing around—"

My hand rested on her shoulder. The sweater was soft, and her body beneath it was even softer. I could feel the shape of her shoulder blades and the warmth of her body seeping through the fabric. She turned her head, grinned at me, and then, taking advantage of my distraction, grabbed the bracelet from the table.

"Give it back to me!"

I stood up to grab it. She raised her hand high; I was half a head taller than her, but her movements were incredibly fast. I grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her hand down. Her skin was cool, like jade.

"You stingy doctor." She laughed, and suddenly reached out with her other hand to slip the bracelet onto my wrist.

I was stunned.

The bracelet tightened automatically the moment it slipped onto my wrist. Not too tight, not too loose, it nestled perfectly above my wrist bone. I looked down; the dark silver metal against my skin, its textured surface beginning to glow faintly.

"Can I take it off?" I asked.

M3 was also stunned. She stared at the bracelet, her light green eyes wide open. "It...moved by itself?"

I tried to pry it off. It was no use. The bracelet seemed to be permanently attached to my wrist, fitting perfectly. I tried to pry at the seam with my fingernails until they turned white, but the bracelet wouldn't budge. I stood up, walked to the wall, and tried to slam the bracelet against it.

"Doctor, wait—"

M3 walked over and reached out to touch the bracelet. The instant her fingertips touched the metal surface...

The light exploded.

It wasn't a blinding light, but a soft, silvery-white light that emanated from the bracelet, spreading like water. My vision went white, and my ears were ringing. I felt M3's hand still on my wrist; her fingers were trembling.

And then I knew nothing more.

***

I feel very dizzy.

It felt like I'd been hit on the back of the head with a blunt object, or like I'd fallen from a great height, my internal organs all dislocated. I opened my eyes, my vision a blur, I could only see the light tubes on the office ceiling, their cold white light stinging my eyes.

I tried to sit up, but my body was too limp. My arms braced against the floor, my palms touching something cold—a metal floor, standard equipment on Rhodes Island. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind.

Then I heard a sound.

It's my own voice, but... no.

The voice was higher and softer than mine, with an indescribable sweetness. I opened my mouth, wanting to say "What's going on?", but what came out was—

"Um……?"

A short, hesitant nasal sound. A woman's voice.

I was stunned.

I looked down at my body.

A black coat, several sizes too big, hung loosely over her body. A green sweater, the neckline low, revealing her collarbone. Black shorts, very short, exposing almost her entire thighs. Her legs were very white, her skin as smooth as porcelain, her knees slightly pink. Her feet were bare, her toes rounded, her nails neatly trimmed.

This is not my body.

I raised my hand. My fingers were slender, my nails a healthy pale pink. My wrists were thin, my skin smooth, without the calluses from years of holding a pen. I touched my face—my cheeks were soft, my jawline gentle, my lips…full lips.

I struggled to my feet, my legs were a little weak, and I almost fell again. I steadied myself by holding onto the table, and then I saw the full-length mirror in the corner of the office.

The person in the mirror is M3.

Dark brown hair with green highlights, and a pair of green and black horns on top of his head. His light green eyes were wide open, filled with fear and confusion. His cheeks were still flushed from the dizziness, and his lips were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of his white teeth.

I walked to the mirror and reached out to touch its surface. The glass was cold. The person in the mirror also reached out, their fingers touching.

"This..." I began, but it was that same voice again, "This is impossible..."

I stared at myself in the mirror—no, at M3's body. I raised my hand and touched the horns on the top of my head. Hard, smooth, and warm to the touch. I moved down, touching my ears; the auricles were soft, and the earlobes were a little cool. I touched my neck, my collarbone, and then my hand stopped at my chest.

Underneath the green sweater, a noticeable bulge can be felt.

I looked down and pulled open the collar of my sweater to peek inside.

A pair of full breasts were encased in a sweater, without a bra, the nipples rubbing directly against the fabric, revealing two small protrusions. The flesh was very white, gleaming delicately in the shadows of the sweater. I reached inside, and the moment my fingers touched her skin, I shuddered.

So soft.

It was softer than I had imagined. Warm, elastic flesh overflowed between my fingers. I pinched one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gently twisted it.

"ah……"

The person in the mirror let out a short groan. Their cheeks flushed even more, their eyes narrowed, their lips parted slightly, and their breath created a thin mist on the mirror's surface.

I let go and looked at myself in the mirror. M3's face, M3's body, but the eyes... were mine. Those eyes, a mixture of shock, curiosity, and a hint of indescribable excitement.

I turned around, with my back to the mirror, and then glanced back at it.

Her buttocks were perky, and the black shorts clung tightly to her flesh, revealing the contours of her buttocks. Her legs were long, with smooth and beautiful lines from her thighs to her calves. Her ankles were slender, and the skin on the insteps of her feet was so thin that you could see the pale blue veins.

I walked back to the mirror, and this time I squatted down to take a closer look at my feet.

The feet were beautiful. The toes were neatly trimmed, the toenails were clean-cut, the skin on the soles was smooth, and the arches were slightly concave, revealing faint lines. I reached out and slowly ran my fingers down from the ankles.

The skin was smooth, like silk. I touched the instep, then the toes, and then I lifted my foot up and brought it to my face.

My feet were a little cold, and my skin was very thin; I could see the lines on the soles of my feet. I sniffed them—there was no smell, just a faint, fresh scent, like the smell of damp earth after rain. The smell of M3.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the sole of my foot.

"Um……"

The person in the mirror let out another groan. I felt a tingling sensation from the soles of my feet, which climbed up my spine and made my lower abdomen tighten.

I put my feet down, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. My breathing was a little rapid, my chest heaving, and my nipples stood out more clearly under my sweater. I felt between my legs...wet.

That warm, sticky feeling slowly seeped out from the vaginal opening, soaking her underwear—no, M3 wasn't wearing underwear. The liquid flowed directly down her inner thighs, and I could feel its trail across her skin.

I reached out and lifted the edge of my black shorts.

Her pubic hair was sparse, light brown, and neatly trimmed. Her labia were pink, slightly parted, revealing moist, tender flesh inside. Vaginal fluid was slowly seeping from her opening, glistening under the light.

I touched my clitoris with my finger.

"ah……!"

I shuddered, my legs went weak, and I almost knelt down. I steadied myself against the mirror, my fingers still pressed against my clitoris. The tiny bud was already hard, throbbing beneath my fingertips. I gently rubbed it, my movements slow and light.

A wave of pleasure surged through my body like an electric current. I felt my vagina contracting, and my juices flowed even more freely. I slipped my other hand inside my sweater, grabbed one breast, and kneaded it forcefully. The flesh deformed in my palm, and the nipple hardened like two small pebbles.

"Haa...haa..."

I was panting as I looked at myself in the mirror. M3's face was flushed, her eyes were half-closed, her lips were slightly parted, and the tip of her tongue was pressed against her lower lip. Sweat seeped from her forehead, slid down her cheeks to her neck, and disappeared into the collar of her sweater.

I quickened the movement of my fingers, rubbing my clitoris rapidly. With my other hand, I kneaded my breasts forcefully, my nails scraping against my nipples, bringing a sharp, pleasurable sting.

"Mmm...Mmm...!"

I felt the climax approaching. My lower abdomen tightened, my thigh muscles tensed, and my toes curled up. I stared at the mirror, watching the girl masturbating—no, it was me, I was masturbating with M3's body.

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

I bit my lower lip and frantically rubbed my clitoris with my fingers. Then I came.

It was like a white light exploding in my mind. My whole body trembled violently, my vagina contracted sharply, and my juices gushed out, wetting my fingers and flowing down my thighs. I let out a long, suppressed groan, and collapsed to my knees on the ground.

I was panting, my chest heaving, my sweater soaked with sweat. I looked down at my hands; my fingers were covered in a clear liquid that glistened under the light.

I licked my lips and tasted the saltiness of sweat, and... the taste of vaginal fluid. A faint fishy smell, with a hint of sweetness.

Then I heard a sound.

"Well……"

It came from behind me. I turned around abruptly and saw the Doctor—my true form—slowly sitting up from the ground. He was rubbing his forehead, looking completely bewildered.

"What...happened?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse. "M3? Are you alright?"

I looked at him, my mind racing.

That bracelet. I became M3, while my original body... is still unaware of what's happening.

A smile crept onto my lips.

Let's do something interesting then.

***

The professor sat on the floor, leaning against the leg of his desk. He rubbed his temples, his mind still a blur. What had just happened? That bracelet… a flash… and then he passed out.

He looked up and saw M3 standing not far away.

She had her back to him, facing the full-length mirror in the corner of the office. Her dark brown hair was a little messy, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck. A black coat was loosely draped over her shoulders, and the collar of her green sweater was askew, revealing most of her fair shoulder. Her black shorts were wrinkled, and the inside of her thighs... seemed a little damp?

The doctor frowned.

"M3?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse. "Are you alright?"

M3 turned around.

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears. Her light green eyes were watery and slightly unfocused, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was rapid. She raised her hand to smooth her hair, and as her fingers ran through them, the doctor noticed that her fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Doctor..." she began, her voice softer and more affectionate than usual, "You're awake?"

"Hmm." The doctor tried to stand up, his legs still a little weak. "What happened just now? That bracelet—"

"I don't know." M3 interrupted him, walking over and making a soft thud on the metal floor with her bare feet. "I passed out too."

She stopped in front of the doctor and looked down at him. From this angle, the doctor could clearly see the view through the neckline of her sweater—no bra, her breasts rising and falling slightly with her breath, her nipples erect, creating two distinct protrusions on the thin sweater fabric.

The doctor looked away.

"Your face is very red," he said. "And your clothes too..."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" M3 tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. She reached up and tugged at the collar of her sweater, the movement slow and deliberate, almost deliberately. "Where are you looking at, Doctor?"

"I don't--"

The doctor didn't finish his sentence.

M3 suddenly leaned down, placed his hands on his shoulders, and pushed him hard.

Caught off guard, the doctor fell backward, his head hitting the floor with a dull thud. His vision went black, and before he could react, the M3 was already on top of him.

She was light, but her weight was substantial. The doctor could feel the softness of her body; the mound of her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and through the two layers of fabric, he could feel the elasticity and warmth of her flesh. Her legs were straddling his waist, the edge of her black shorts brushing against his thighs, her skin cool.

"M3, you—"

The doctor's words were cut off.

M3 lowered his head and pressed his lips to his.

It was soft and wet. The doctor's eyes widened, his mind blank. He felt M3's tongue pry open his teeth, probe into his mouth, the wet tip sweeping across his palate before wrapping around his tongue.

"Ugh...!"

The Doctor tried to push her away, but his hands on her shoulders were powerless. M3's kiss was forceful and greedy, as if she wanted to devour him whole. Her saliva mixed into his mouth, carrying a slightly sweet taste. The Doctor could smell her scent—earthy after the rain, metallic, and a faint, indescribable scent of female hormones.

He couldn't breathe.

Her lungs felt empty, the oxygen dwindling. He pushed M3's shoulder hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. M3 finally released her, lifting her head, a silvery thread of saliva shimmering in the light between her lips and the doctor's.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor gasped for breath, his chest heaving. He looked at M3 on top of him; her face was even redder, her lips were moist and swollen, and her light green eyes gleamed with a light he couldn't understand.

"What...what are you doing..." the doctor's voice trembled.

M3 didn't answer. She reached out and gently stroked the doctor's cheek with her fingers, from his cheekbone to his chin. The movement was gentle, but her eyes were...fiery.

"Doctor," she said, her voice soft but each word crystal clear, "I like you."

The doctor was stunned.

"I've liked you for a long time," M3 continued, her fingers sliding to the Doctor's lips and pressing gently. "Every day I watch you working in the office, watching you talk to other operators, watching you smile, watching you frown... I just thought, if only I could be closer to you."

"M3, we—"

"I know," M3 interrupted him, her fingers slipping into the doctor's mouth and pressing down on his tongue. "I know we have a reproductive barrier. I know we can't have a future together."

Her fingers swirled in the doctor's mouth, the wet, slippery tips scraping across his tongue, sending a strange, tingling sensation through him. The doctor wanted to bite down, but the moment his teeth touched her fingers, he released them.

"But it's okay." M3 leaned closer, his lips almost touching the Doctor's ear, his warm breath filling the ear canal. "I don't care. I just want now."

She withdrew her finger, leaving a trail of saliva. Then she lowered her head and kissed the doctor's neck, her lips pressed against his carotid artery, where she could feel his pulse beating.

"Doctor..." she whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry, "Can you touch me?"

The doctor's mind was still blank. It all happened too fast, too suddenly. M3's confession, her kiss, the way she was pressing down on him... and the warmth and softness of her body, and that increasingly strong feminine scent.

"M3, get up first—"

"No." M3 shook her head, her dark brown hair brushing against the Doctor's cheek, the ends tinged with green highlights. "Doesn't the Doctor like me?"

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking—"

"That's what liking someone is." M3 smiled, propping herself up and straddling the Doctor's waist. This position made her shorts even tighter, fully exposing the contours of her buttocks. She reached out, grabbed the Doctor's wrist, pulled it up, and pressed it against her chest.

"Touch here," she said.

The doctor's hand pressed against M3's breast through her sweater. The flesh was soft and full, and he could feel the nipple pressing hard against his palm. He subconsciously squeezed it.

"Mmm..." M3 let out a satisfied sigh, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts sank even more completely into the Doctor's hands. "Harder... Doctor's hands are so big..."

The doctor's fingers tightened. The sweater fabric was thin, and he could clearly feel the shape, elasticity, and temperature of the breast. His thumb found the nipple and gently rubbed it through the fabric.

"Ah...!" M3's body trembled. She grabbed the Doctor's hand and guided him to lift the hem of her sweater. "Just touch... I want the Doctor to touch me directly..."

The doctor's hand was pulled into the sweater and pressed directly against his skin.

The sensation was much stronger than through the fabric. The skin was smooth and delicate, the breast flesh warm and soft, trembling slightly in my palm. The doctor pressed his thumb against the nipple; the tiny bud had hardened like a pebble, bouncing under his fingertip.

"Ah... Doctor..." M3 tilted his head back, his neck forming a graceful arc, sweat trickling down his neck and into his collar. "So good... a little harder..."

The doctor tightened his grip, kneading the breast flesh forcefully. Flesh spilled from between his fingers, white and glistening delicately under the light. He scratched the nipple with his fingernail, and M3's body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed groan.

"Mmm...!"

She grabbed the doctor's other hand and pulled it onto her lap.

"Here too..." she gasped, "touch my legs..."

The doctor's hand rested on her thigh. The skin was cool, but the muscles were firm. He ran his hand up her thigh, to the edge of her shorts, and then slipped his fingers inside, touching the skin further in.

It's hot and humid there.

"Doctor..." M3 lowered her head, her light green eyes looking at him with watery eyes, "I'm wet...it's all because of you, Doctor..."

Her waist swayed slightly, allowing the doctor's fingers to penetrate deeper into her shorts. He could feel the damp hair and the even warmer, soft flesh below.

"M3, we really—"

"Kiss me." M3 interrupted him, leaning down and pressing her lips against the Doctor's again.

This time, the doctor did not resist.

Perhaps it was due to lack of oxygen, perhaps because M3's body was too supple, or perhaps because her words were too direct and seductive. He opened his mouth, letting M3's tongue explore again. Her kissing skills were excellent—no, they were superb; her tongue moved nimbly in his mouth, licking his palate, entwining with his tongue, and sucking his saliva.

The doctor's hands were still inside her clothes, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stroking her inner thighs. He could feel M3's body getting hotter and hotter, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and her buttocks straddling his waist beginning to rub gently against him.

"Doctor..." M3 released his lips, forehead to forehead, his breath hot on his face, "I want more..."

The doctor's face was flushed crimson. He lay on the metal floor, M3 straddling his waist, her green sweater pulled up to her chest, exposing her full, white breasts to the air, their nipples erect and glistening with a moist sheen under the light. His hands were still on her body, one hand grasping her breast, the other sinking into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

"M3...we..." The doctor's voice trembled, "This...will not lead to anything..."

"I know." M3 tilted her head, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, the green highlights at the ends shimmering under the light. "Didn't the Doctor just say that?"

She leaned forward, her breasts drooping, the nipples almost touching the doctor's lips.

"But it's okay." Her voice was soft, with a sweet, almost coquettish quality. "I don't care about the outcome. I just want now... I want the Doctor to touch me, kiss me, and want me..."

She grasped the doctor's hand and guided his fingers up his inner thigh, past the edge of his shorts, and deeper inside.

The doctor's fingers touched the warm, wet hair, then the even wetter, warmer flesh. The opening was already soaked, the vaginal fluids wetting the pubic hair and sticking stickily to his fingertips. He could feel the two pink labia slightly parted, the tender flesh inside gently wriggling.

"Do you feel it, Doctor?" M3 whispered, gently thrusting her hips forward to allow the Doctor's fingers to penetrate deeper. "I'm so wet... all because of the Doctor..."

Her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving, and her nipples trembled in the air. She lowered her head and kissed the doctor's lips, her tongue once again probing into his mouth, the wet tip licking his teeth and entwining with his tongue.

"Mmm...uh..."

The doctor tried to push her away, but his hands were too weak. M3's kiss was too passionate, too skilled; her saliva mixed into his mouth, carrying a slightly sweet, hormonal taste. His penis was painfully hard in his pants, creating a noticeable tent.

M3 sensed it. She released the doctor's lips, glanced down at the bulge in his crotch, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Doctor, here..." She reached out and pressed her hand against the hard object through his pants. "It's so hard..."

Her palm gently rubbed through the fabric, her thumb pressing on the glans, massaging it in circles. The doctor gasped, his body tensing.

"M3...no..."

"Why not?" M3 looked up, her light green eyes gazing at him with a watery look. "Doctor, you clearly want it..."

She quickened her pace, rapidly stroking herself through her pants. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her. The doctor bit his lower lip, trying to suppress a moan, but a few muffled groans still escaped his throat.

"Hmm... Haa..."

"The Doctor's voice..." M3 leaned close to his ear, his warm breath filling his ear canal. "It sounds so nice..."

She reached her other hand into her shorts, her fingers finding her clitoris and beginning to rub it rapidly. Her body trembled slightly with the movement of her fingers, and vaginal fluid gushed from her opening, wetting her fingers and the doctor's hand still inside her.

"Ah... Doctor... I... I'm going..."

M3's voice was choked with sobs, her waist twisting wildly, her buttocks rubbing against the Doctor's waist. Her fingers were frantically rubbing her clitoris, while her other hand was still stroking the Doctor's penis through his pants.

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

Her whole body trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed out, soaking the doctor's fingers and her own shorts. She let out a long, suppressed groan, then collapsed, burying her face in the doctor's chest, panting heavily.

The doctor was also nearing his limit. The friction through his pants, combined with the trembling of M3's body during orgasm, made his glans so sensitive it felt like it was about to explode.

"M3...I...I want one too..."

"No, you can't." M3 suddenly raised her head, her face still flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes. "Doctor, you have to hold back."

She propped herself up and got off the doctor, her bare feet touching the floor. Then she turned around, her back to the doctor, bent over, and placed her hands on her knees.

This position completely exposed her buttocks to the Doctor. The black shorts clung tightly to her buttocks, revealing the outline of her buttocks and the deep cleft in the middle. The fabric of the shorts was already soaked with her vaginal fluid, the dark water stains standing out starkly against the black fabric.

"Doctor." M3 turned around, his light green eyes looking down over his shoulder. "Come lick me."

The doctor was stunned.

"What?"

"Lick me," M3 repeated, her waist twisting slightly, causing her hips to sway gently. "My feet... they got dirty from stepping on the floor. Doctor, lick them clean for me."

The Doctor's face flushed even more. He sat up and looked at M3's bare feet. The feet were very white, the skin on the insteps was delicate, and you could see the pale blue veins. There was indeed some dust on the soles; although Rhodes Island's floors were cleaned every day, they were still made of metal, so there would always be some dust.

"M3, this is too—"

"Doctor, don't you want to lick it?" M3's voice was a little aggrieved. "But I already let the Doctor touch me... and even let the Doctor's finger go inside me..."

She turned around to face the doctor, then raised one foot, the sole of her foot facing the doctor's face.

"Lick it," she said, her voice soft and sticky. "Just once..."

The doctor looked at the foot. The arch was slightly concave, the skin was thin, and faint lines could be seen. The toes were rounded, and the toenails were neatly trimmed. The ankle was slender, and the calf had beautiful lines.

He swallowed hard.

Then he leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and licked the sole of M3's foot.

"Hmm..." M3 let out a satisfied sigh, "Continue..."

The doctor's tongue slid across M3's soles. The skin was smooth, slightly salty from sweat, and had a grainy feel to it. He licked carefully, from the soles to the insteps, from the ankles to the toes. He took her toes into his lips and gently sucked on them.

"Ah... Doctor..." M3's breathing quickened again. She reached her other hand into her shorts, her fingers finding her clitoris once more. "So good... Doctor's tongue... so soft..."

The doctor could hear the wet, squelching sound of her fingers rubbing her clitoris, and her suppressed moans. His penis throbbed even more painfully inside his pants, but he dared not move, and simply continued licking M3's feet.

He licked one foot, then the other. He licked from the ankle to the instep, from the sole to the toes. He gently nibbled at her heel with his teeth and licked her ankle bones with the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm... Ah... Doctor... That's enough..."

M3 suddenly pulled his foot back, then turned around and stomped on the doctor's face.

The doctor was stunned.

M3's soles were pressed directly against his face, warm and damp from his earlier licking. He could smell his own saliva, as well as the faint, fresh scent of M3's skin, like earth after rain.

"Doctor," M3's voice came from above, tinged with amusement, "Are my feet clean?"

The doctor wanted to speak, but his face was being stepped on, so he could only make muffled sounds.

"Uh-huh……"

"That's good." M3's foot gently rubbed against the Doctor's face, its toes pinching his nose before releasing it. "Good boy, Doctor."

Seeing the doctor's expression of both shame and anger, M3 (the doctor's split soul) was overjoyed. She—or rather, "he"—was experiencing a strange dual pleasure within M3's body: on one hand, the real and tangible physiological stimulation from this young woman's body; on the other hand, the immoral yet exciting psychological pleasure of watching her original body being teased by "herself".

"I didn't realize I was such a pervert..." she thought to herself, her light green eyes fixed on the obvious bulge in the doctor's crotch. The fabric of his black tactical pants was bulging, creating a tent-like opening that revealed the shape of his penis—thick, long, and erect, with the glans clearly visible.

She withdrew her foot from the Doctor's face, lightly tapping the floor with her bare soles, then stepped forward, placing both feet on the ground beside the Doctor's thighs. She bent down, placing her hands on the Doctor's knees, her dark brown hair falling down, the ends brushing against the Doctor's face.

"Doctor, this is..." her voice tinged with a hint of teasing, "It's huge..."

The doctor's face turned even redder. He tried to close his legs, but M3's feet were already wedged against the outside of his thighs, making it impossible for him to move.

"M3, stop messing around—"

"I'm not kidding." M3 interrupted him, lifting one foot and hooking her toes around the doctor's belt buckle, then gently pulling.

The metal clasp has come undone.

She then hooked the zipper of her pants with the toes of her other foot and pulled it down. The sound of the zipper sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet office. The doctor tried to stop her, but M3's feet were faster—she moved both feet together, her toes deftly hooking the sides of the waistband and pulling down forcefully.

The black tactical pants were pulled down to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs underneath. The fabric of the briefs was bulging high from the penis, and a small dark stain could even be seen at the front—that was pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans.

"Doctor..." M3's breathing quickened. She looked at the penis encased in her underwear, her light green eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's all wet..."

She lifted one foot and pressed the sole of her foot against the glans through her underwear, rubbing it gently.

"Hmm..." The doctor gasped, his body tensing.

M3's feet were soft, the skin on the soles delicate. Through the thin fabric of her underwear, she could clearly feel the shape and temperature of the glans. She began to stroke it up and down with her soles, the movements slow but forceful. The lines of her soles rubbed against the sensitive glans, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.

"Ah...M3...No..."

"Doctor, you seem to be enjoying this." M3 tilted her head, adding her other foot. She used the soles of her feet to clamp the Doctor's penis, starting from the base and slowly stroking upwards. The skin on the soles of her feet tightly enveloped the shaft, warm, soft, and slightly sweaty and slippery.

"Mmm... mmm..."

The doctor bit his lower lip, but a groan still escaped his throat. His penis throbbed between M3's feet, and more precum seeped out, soaking the fabric of his underwear and wetting the soles of M3's feet.

M3 quickened her pace. Her feet moved up and down alternately, her soles tightly enveloping the penis, her toes occasionally scraping against the coronal sulcus of the glans. Her movements became faster and faster, the friction between her soles and the penis producing a sizzling sound, the sound of precum mixed with sweat.

"Doctor... are you going to cum?" M3 asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving, and her nipples erect beneath her sweater. "Cum... cum on my feet..."

"No...no..."

"Sure." M3 clenched his legs tightly and began to stroke rapidly. "Shoot... I want to see the Doctor shoot..."

The doctor's breathing became increasingly rapid, his lower abdomen tightened, and his thigh muscles taut. He could feel his ejaculation gate loosening, that familiar, impending pleasure building up in his spine.

"M3...I...I want it..."

"Shoot." M3's foot stopped on the glans, pressing down hard. "Shoot it out..."

The doctor trembled violently, his penis throbbing between M3's feet. Thick, white semen gushed from his urethra, spraying onto his underwear and M3's feet. The semen was hot and sticky, hitting the insteps of M3's feet and running down his toes.

"Ah...! Haa... Haa..."

The doctor slumped down, leaning against the table leg, breathing heavily. The front of his underwear was soaked, with semen seeping through the fabric and dripping onto the floor.

M3 pulled her foot back and looked down at the semen on it. The whitish liquid clung to the instep and between her toes, gleaming lewdly under the light. She lifted her foot, brought it to her face, and stuck out her tongue to lick the semen off the instep.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The Doctor's scent... is so strong..."

She licked the semen off her feet, then stood up, took off her black coat, and threw it on the ground. Next, she took off her green sweater from over her head and tossed it aside.

She is now completely naked from the waist up.

A pair of full breasts were exposed to the air, the flesh white, the areolas pale pink, and the nipples erect, trembling slightly in the air. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and faint abdominal muscles were visible.

She walked up to the doctor, squatted down, grabbed the edge of his underwear, and pulled it down.

"M3, you—"

"It's not over yet," M3 interrupted him, pulling the doctor's underwear off completely, exposing his penis that had just ejaculated. The penis was still semi-erect, the glans red and swollen, covered with semen and pre-ejaculate, and the urethral opening was still slightly open, oozing a clear liquid.

M3 grabbed the doctor's hand, pulled him up, and pressed it against her breast.

"Breast sex," she said, her voice carrying a hint of command, "use my breasts to serve the Doctor."

The doctor's palm rested on M3's breast. The sensation was even more intense than through her sweater—the skin was smooth and delicate, the breasts warm and full, the nipples hard against his palm. He instinctively kneaded them, the flesh overflowing between his fingers, white and glistening with a delicate sheen under the light.

M3 grabbed her other breast and squeezed it hard, making her cleavage even deeper. Then she bent over and used her cleavage to clamp the doctor's penis between her breasts.

"Hmm..." the doctor let out a muffled groan.

Her breasts were soft, tightly enveloping the penis. M3's breasts were large, with a deep cleavage, completely swallowing the entire shaft. She began to move her body up and down, rubbing her breasts against the penis.

"Ah... Doctor... does it feel good?" M3 asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from her forehead into her cleavage. "My breasts... are gripping the Doctor's cock..."

"So...comfortable..."

"That's good." M3 quickened his movements, his breasts rubbing rapidly against his penis, making a squelching sound. It was the sound of semen, sweat, and cleavage rubbing together.

The doctor's penis slowly re-erected within the cleavage, becoming harder and thicker. The glans emerged from the top of the cleavage, the urethral opening widening, and more pre-ejaculate seeping out.

"Doctor's hard again..." M3 looked down at the penis moving in and out of her cleavage, her light green eyes gleaming with excitement. "So big... my breasts are being stretched open..."

She continued to squeeze her breast with one hand, while the other hand reached down, finding her clitoris with her fingers and beginning to rub it rapidly. Her body trembled slightly with the movement of her fingers, and vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, wetting her inner thighs.

"Ah... Doctor... I'm going... I'm going..."

Her waist twisted wildly, her breasts gripping his penis tightly, her vagina contracting violently, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed out, soaking her shorts and dripping onto the floor. She let out a long, suppressed groan, her whole body going limp as she collapsed onto the doctor's lap, panting heavily.

The doctor was nearing his limit. The pleasure from the breast sex, combined with the visual stimulation, had made his glans so sensitive it felt like it was about to explode.

"M3...I...I'm going to cum too..."

"Shoot," M3 said, raising his head, his face still flushed from the afterglow of his orgasm. "Shoot on my breasts..."

She sat up, squeezing her breasts together to tighten her cleavage. Then she increased the speed of her up-and-down movements, her breasts rubbing wildly against his penis.

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

The doctor trembled violently, his penis throbbing between M3's breasts, thick streams of semen gushing from his glans, splashing onto M3's breasts, cleavage, and face. The semen was hot and sticky, dripping down M3's fair skin and running down her breasts.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor slumped down, leaning against the table leg, breathing heavily. His penis slowly softened and slid out from M3's cleavage, a few drops of semen still clinging to the glans.

M3 looked down at the semen on her body. The cloudy liquid clung to her breasts, cleavage, and cheeks. She stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm... Doctor's semen... there's so much..."

She stood up and took the doctor's hand.

"Go to bed," she said.

***

The doctor's dorm bed wasn't big, but it was big enough for two people to lie down. M3 pushed the doctor down onto the bed and then took off his black shorts.

She is now completely naked.

Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, the horns on her head gleaming dimly under the lamplight. Her light green eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed, and her lips moist and swollen. Her full breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, the nipples erect and still glistening with semen. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and her pubic hair sparse, light brown, and neatly trimmed. Her labia were pink, slightly parted, revealing the moist, tender flesh inside, and vaginal fluid slowly seeping from her opening.

She straddled the doctor's waist and looked down at him.

"Doctor," she said softly, "this is my first time."

The doctor was stunned.

"first?"

"Mmm." M3 nodded, her hand reaching down, her fingers parting her labia to reveal the pink flesh inside. "This...has never been penetrated before."

She grasped the doctor's penis and guided the glans towards her vaginal opening.

"Doctor, please be gentle," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "It will hurt..."

The doctor looked into M3's light green eyes, which did indeed hold a hint of tension—this slightly eased his doubts. He reached out and gently stroked M3's cheek.

"I will," he said.

M3 nodded, then slowly sat down.

The moment the glans pressed against the entrance, both of them held their breath. The doctor could feel the tight, tender flesh tightly wrapping around the tip of his glans; it was warm, soft, but also very tight—a little too tight.

M3 bit her lower lip and slowly lowered her waist.

"Hmm..." she let out a suppressed groan.

The glans of the penis spread open the vaginal opening and slowly pushed in. The hymen was very noticeable—it was a thin, elastic barrier that deformed slightly under the pressure of the glans, but had not yet ruptured.

"Does it hurt?" the doctor asked.

"Yes... a little..." M3's voice trembled, her hands resting on the Doctor's chest, her fingertips slightly white, "But... we can continue..."

She sat down a little further.

This time, the glans penis was completely inside the vaginal opening, stuck behind the hymen. The doctor could feel the thin membrane tightly gripping the coronal sulcus of the glans penis, and the moist, tender inner walls had begun to twitch slightly, as if welcoming, yet also resisting.

"M3, if it hurts—"

"No." M3 shook her head, her dark brown hair swaying with the movement. "I want... I want the Doctor to come in completely..."

She took a deep breath and then sat down forcefully.

"Pfft—"

It was a very faint sound, like something was being torn apart.

M3's body trembled violently. She let out a short scream, then bit her lip, swallowing the rest of the sound. Her fingers dug deep into the Doctor's chest, her nails leaving several red marks.

The doctor could clearly feel the process of the membrane breaking—first it was stretched to its limit, then it suddenly tore, the glans broke through the obstruction, and the whole penis was plunged into the warm and tight passage.

"Haa...haa..." M3 gasped for breath, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It's...it's in..."

The doctor also gasped.

It's too tight.

M3's vagina was incredibly tight, the tender inner walls tightly enveloping the entire penis. Every inch of skin could feel the warm, soft, yet elastic pressure. The blood from the ruptured hymen mixed with vaginal fluid, making the passage slippery, but the tightness remained undiminished.

"Doctor..." M3's voice trembled with tears, "So...so full..."

She began to slowly move her body up and down.

Slowly, carefully. With each descent, the tender flesh of the vaginal walls would tightly grip the penis, then slowly loosen as it rose. A mixture of vaginal fluid and blood was brought out, making gurgling sounds, dripping onto the doctor's lower abdomen.

"Mmm... ah..." the doctor couldn't help but groan.

It felt so good. This feeling of being completely enveloped and having every inch of his body rubbed was much more intense than breast sex or foot sex. He could feel the folds of M3's vaginal walls scraping against his glans, and he could feel that warmer, softer flesh deep inside—that was the cervix.

"Doctor..." M3's speed gradually increased, and her waist began to twist rhythmically, causing the penis to rub against her vagina at different angles. "So...so good...So this is what sex feels like..."

Her cheeks grew increasingly flushed, and her breathing became more rapid. Her breasts swayed violently with the up-and-down movement of her body, the nipples tracing alluring arcs in the air. Sweat seeped from her body, trickling down her cleavage and dripping onto the doctor's chest.

"Ah... Doctor... It's so hot inside..." M3's voice became intermittent as she gripped her breasts with her fingers, kneading them forcefully. "My... my cock... it's so long..."

As the doctor listened to her words, a doubt began to surface in his mind.

My dick?

But he didn't have time to think about it, because M3's movements became faster and more forceful.

"Mmm...! Doctor...it's all the way in...!"

M3 slammed his buttocks down heavily, his glans slamming against her cervix. Her whole body trembled violently, and the walls of her vagina began to contract and writhe uncontrollably, clenching tightly around the doctor's penis.

"Ah...! I'm...I'm going to come...!"

She tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, and let out a long, suppressed scream. Her vagina contracted violently, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed from deep within, splashing onto the glans.

The doctor was also nearing his limit. Caught between such a tight vagina and stimulated by the contractions of orgasm, his ejaculation was on the verge of breaking.

"M3...I...I want one too..."

"Shoot it in..." M3 lowered her head, her light green eyes looking at him watery, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, "Shoot it in... Doctor... shoot it all in..."

She increased the speed of her up-and-down movements, her hips slamming heavily against the doctor's lower abdomen, making a slapping sound of flesh colliding. The inner walls of her vagina tightly gripped his penis, and each thrust brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, soaking a large area of ​​the sheets.

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

The doctor's entire body tensed, his penis throbbing deep inside M3's vagina, thick, hot semen gushing from his urethra and shooting deep into her uterus. The semen was hot and plentiful; he could feel the fluid accumulating inside her vagina before overflowing from the opening, mixing with vaginal fluid and blood, dripping onto the sheets.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor collapsed, breathing heavily. His penis was still inside M3, and he could feel the vaginal walls contracting slightly, as if sucking or trying to hold her back.

M3 lay on his chest, also breathing heavily. Her body was still trembling slightly, and sweat soaked their skin.

After a while, she slowly propped herself up, allowing the doctor's penis to slide out of her body.

"Pfft—"

With a splashing sound, a large amount of mixed liquid gushed from the opening—semen, vaginal fluid, and traces of blood. The liquid dripped onto the sheets, leaving a dark water stain.

M3 looked down at her still slightly open opening and gently touched it with her fingers.

"It's broken..." she whispered, then looked up at the Doctor, a smile playing on her lips. "The Doctor broke me."

The doctor's face flushed again. He tried to sit up, but M3 held him down.

"Wait," she said. "I have a secret to tell you."

"What secret?"

M3 leaned close to his ear, her lips almost touching his earlobe.

"I am not M3," she whispered. "I am you."

The doctor was stunned.

"What?"

"I am your divided soul." M3—or rather, the Doctor's divided soul—continued, her voice soft but each word crystal clear, "That bracelet... it separated a part of my soul and attached it to M3's body."

The doctor's mind went completely blank.

Soul splitting? Possession? How is that possible?

But... those strange behaviors, those little habits that only he knows about, and what M3 said during sex just now...

"My body is so sensitive..."

"My penis is so long..."

The doctor sat up abruptly and grabbed M3's shoulder—no, he grabbed the split soul that was occupying M3's body.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Hmm." The split soul nodded, a sly glint in its light green eyes. "Want proof?"

She leaned close to the Doctor's ear, lowering her voice even further, "That time, Doctor, you peeked at Kal'tsit taking a bath. Even though you only saw her back, you remembered that scene for a long time."

The doctor's face instantly turned red to the roots of his ears.

"You...how could you—"

"Because I am you." The split soul laughed, withdrawing her finger, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. "Do you believe me now?"

The doctor slumped back down, his mind a jumbled mess.

The spirit possessed him. That bracelet. It was all real.

"Then...what about M3?" he asked. "Her soul—"

"She's still inside my body," the split soul said. "I can feel her... like she's asleep. But I have control of the body."

She stood up, her naked body gleaming delicately under the light. Semen clung to her breasts and lower abdomen, and her inner thighs were soaked. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.

"M3's body is really nice." She reached out and stroked her cheeks, neck, then down to her breasts, lower abdomen, and finally stopped at her still slightly open vulva.

She turned around, walked back to the bedside, and straddled the doctor's lap.

"Doctor," her voice was seductive, "would you like to... try something else?"

"What else?"

"Find another person," the split soul said, its light green eyes gleaming with excitement. "Find another operator, and using this bracelet, attach another part of the original soul to them. Then..."

She leaned down and pressed her lips to the doctor's ear.

"Then the three of us can play together."

The doctor sat on the bed, his naked body still bearing the marks of their recent lovemaking—red scratches from M3's fingernails on his chest, a mixture of dried semen and vaginal fluid on his lower abdomen, his penis half-erect with a few drops of clear liquid clinging to the glans. He looked at M3 standing by the bed—or rather, the fragment of his soul that occupied M3's body.

"Find another person..." the Doctor repeated, his voice a little hoarse, "You mean... use that bracelet to transfer another part of my soul into another operator?"

"Mmm." The split soul nodded, her naked body gleaming delicately in the dim dormitory light. Her dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck. Her light green eyes gleamed with excitement, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Haven't you been wanting this, Doctor?"

She walked to the bedside and straddled the doctor's lap. This position placed her genitals directly against the doctor's lower abdomen, where she could feel that it was still wet, the opening slightly open, and a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid slowly seeping out.

"What are you thinking about?" The doctor looked away, but his hand involuntarily went to her waist.

"Thinking about those operators." The split soul leaned down, his lips close to the Doctor's ear, his warm breath filling the ear canal. "Exusiai's beautiful legs in stockings... Texas's big, soft breasts... Blue Poison's always shy face... and Kal'tsit—"

"Stop talking," the doctor interrupted her, but there was little resistance in his voice.

"Why don't you say?" The split soul's hand slid to the Doctor's chest, its fingers gently circling his nipple. "Every time the Doctor has a meeting, his eyes are always on them. When Exusiai bends down to pick something up, the Doctor stares at her neckline. When Texas is training in her uniform, he stands by the training ground watching for a long time. When Blue Poison blushes, the Doctor teases her on purpose. Kal'tsit—"

"That's enough." The doctor grabbed her hand, but very gently.

"The Doctor wants them." M3's voice grew softer and more seductive. "He wants to touch them, kiss them, and put his cock inside them. But he can't, because the Doctor is the commander of Rhodes Island, because they are the Doctor's operators."

She paused, then slid her fingers to the doctor's chin, gently lifting his face so he could look at her.

“But things are different now,” she said, her light green eyes staring directly into the doctor’s. “That bracelet…it gave us an opportunity. We could possess them, and then…”

She moved even closer, her lips almost touching the doctor's.

"Then the Doctor can do whatever he wants to 'me'." Her voice was slightly breathless. "He can do whatever he wants with me. He can insert it wherever he wants. He can ejaculate as many times as he wants. And..."

She paused for a moment, then licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"And they won't remember," she said. "Once my soul leaves, they'll just think it was a strange dream. But the Doctor will remember. The Doctor will remember inserting his cock into Exusiai's pussy, remembering ejaculating on Texas's breasts, remembering Blue Poison giving him a deep throat, remembering pinning Kal'tsit against the wall and doing it from behind—"

"Stop talking." The doctor's voice trembled, but his penis honestly began to re-erect, pressing hard against the lower abdomen of the split soul.

M3 sensed it. She glanced down and then smiled.

"The doctor's body is very honest." Her hand slid down and grasped the hardening penis, gently stroking it. "He said no, but here... it's already this hard."

"I..." the doctor tried to explain, but the split soul's fingers had already pressed on the glans, gently rubbing the urethral opening, where a drop of clear pre-ejaculate immediately seeped out.

"Doctor," M3's voice turned serious, "this is our only chance. That bracelet... we don't know when it will fail, we don't know if it will have any side effects. But at least for now, it's in our hands. We can do whatever we want with it."

She paused for a moment, then traced circles on the glans with her finger.

"If you miss this chance, you might never have another one," she said. "Doctor, don't you really... want to give it a try?"

The doctor fell silent.

He stared at the split soul—at M3's face, those light green eyes, those slightly parted lips. He could smell her scent—semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and that fresh, earthy smell after rain. He could feel the warmth of her hands, the softness of her fingers, the damp heat of her lower abdomen pressed against his penis.

He recalled Exusiai's smile, Texas's indifferent gaze, Blue Poison's shy expression, and Kal'tsit's perpetually unfathomable face.

He recalled those fantasies he had in the dead of night, those desires that could only be hidden deep in his heart.

"I..." he began, his voice hoarse, "I..."

"Doctor." M3 interrupted him, her hand speeding up the stroking, her thumb pressing gently on the urethral opening.

The doctor's breathing became increasingly rapid. He could feel pleasure building up in his spine, his ejaculation threshold shifting. M3's fingers were nimble and skillful, knowing exactly how to stimulate his most sensitive spots.

"I...I think..." he finally said, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Speak louder." The split soul clenched its fist tightly.

"I want to!" the doctor's voice rose, tinged with a sense of despair. "I want to possess them! I want to do whatever I want to them! I want—"

His words were cut off by the kiss from the split soul.

A passionate, greedy kiss. M3's tongue pried open his teeth, probing into his mouth, its tip sweeping across his palate, entwining with his tongue. Her saliva mingled with his, carrying a slightly sweet taste.

They kissed for a long time before the split soul finally let go of him.

"It's settled then," she said, a triumphant glint in her light green eyes. "Who should we go find first?"

The doctor was panting, his mind racing.

Exusiai? Kal'tsit?

No, Kal'tsit is too dangerous. That woman's intuition is terrifyingly sharp; what if she discovers something...?

"Surtr," the doctor suddenly said.

"Surtr?" M3 paused, then paused. "That Sarkaz?"

"Hmm." The doctor nodded. "She usually keeps to herself and doesn't interact with others much. And... she's very strong; her body must be quite resilient."

m3 thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay," she said. "Then Surtr."

She climbed off the doctor's lap, walked barefoot to the corner of the room, and picked up her clothes that she had thrown on the floor—a black coat, a green sweater, and black shorts. She didn't wear underwear; she simply put on the shorts and sweater, then draped the coat over her shoulders.

The doctor got up and pulled on his pants. His underwear was still wet with semen, but he didn't have time to care.

"Shall we go now?" he asked.

"Let's go now." M3 walked to the door, glanced back at him, and said, "Strike while the iron is hot."

***

The restaurants in Rhode Island are always exceptionally quiet in the early hours of the morning. Cool white light streams down from the ceiling, illuminating the neatly arranged metal tables and chairs and the gleaming floor. The air smells of disinfectant and a faint lingering food odor—perhaps from dinner.

Surtr sat by the window.

A pink ice cream cup sat before her, sprinkled with colorful sugar granules and chocolate chips. The spoon seemed small in her hand as she scooped up a spoonful and slowly brought it to her mouth. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall of flames, gleaming with a dark sheen under the light. The zipper of her black leather jacket was only pulled up to below her sternum, revealing a uniquely designed black slip dress underneath. Two thin leather straps extended from her shoulders to her chest, meeting at her collarbone in a V-shape before branching off to the sides, outlining the upper curve of her full bust.

The skirt clung to her body's curves, tapering from below her bust to its narrowest point at her waist—so slender it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand—before flaring out at her hips. The hem ended about ten centimeters above her knees, revealing her long, straight legs clad in black over-the-knee stockings with delicate lace trim at the top, creating a slight indentation at the mid-thigh.

She ate slowly and intently. Her purple eyes were fixed on the night view outside the window, her pupils contracting slightly with the changing light, like a feline. A small silver earring, shaped like some kind of ancient script, dangled from her left ear, occasionally shimmering against her red hair.

She didn't even look up when M3 and the doctor walked into the restaurant.

"Surtr!" M3—or rather, the Doctor's split soul—called out in M3's voice, his tone light and somewhat deliberate.

Surtr slowly turned her head, her purple eyes sweeping over M3 before settling on the Doctor. Her gaze lingered on the Doctor's face for two seconds before shifting away, and she scooped up another spoonful of ice cream.

"What is it?" Her voice was cold, with a hint of the hoarseness characteristic of the Sarkaz.

"N-nothing." M3 walked to her table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "I just saw you eating ice cream alone, so I came over to say hello."

Surtr didn't say anything and continued eating her ice cream.

The Doctor stood behind M3, a little nervous. He was still wearing the bracelet on his wrist, its dark silver metal gleaming faintly under the light. He instinctively put his hand behind his back, but this action only drew Surtr's attention.

Her gaze fell on the doctor again, this time lingering longer. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were observing something.

"That thing on your wrist," she began, the spoon pausing in mid-air. "What is it?"

The doctor's heart tightened.

"W-what?"

"The bracelet." Surtr put down his spoon, leaned back, and his black leather jacket made a slight rustling sound against the back of the chair. "The one you're wearing."

"This..." The doctor took his hand out from behind his back, revealing a bracelet on his wrist under the light. "I don't know what it is. I found it."

"Found it?" Surtr repeated, a hint of doubt in her voice. She stood up, her black combat boots clattering on the floor. She walked up to the Doctor, slightly shorter than him, but with a powerful presence.

"Let me see." She held out her hand.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then looked at M3. M3 gave him a wink—go.

"Just... take a look." The doctor reached out his hand.

Surtr grasped his wrist. Her fingers were cool, her skin smooth, yet her grip was strong. She looked down, examining the bracelet closely. The dark silver metal had fine patterns on its surface, like some kind of writing, or perhaps a circuit diagram. Under the light, the patterns reflected a faint glow.

"This..." Surtr frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in her purple eyes, "I feel like I've seen this somewhere before..."

"Have you seen him before?" The doctor's heart tightened.

"Hmm." Surtr's fingers slid across the surface of the bracelet, his fingertips tracing the patterns. "In... fragments of memory. A relic of an ancient civilization."

Surtr's fingers lingered on the bracelet for a while. Her fingertips were cool, but the Doctor could feel a subtle tremor beneath her skin—not fear, but more like some kind of… resonance.

"These patterns..." Surtr murmured to herself, her purple eyes fixed on the surface of the bracelet, "like a variant of Sarkaz ancient language... but not quite..."

She reached out with her other hand, cupping the Doctor's wrists in both hands, and leaned closer. Her red hair fell down, the ends brushing against the Doctor's arm, causing a slight tickle. The Doctor could smell her scent—the sweetness of ice cream, the faint smell of leather, and an indescribable mineral aroma, like cooled lava.

"Doctor," M3 whispered a reminder from the side, "an opportunity."

The Doctor took a deep breath. He looked at Surtr's focused profile, at her slightly furrowed brow, at the confusion flickering in her purple eyes. He knew this was the perfect moment.

"Surtr," he began, his voice as steady as possible, "if you know what this is... could you tell me?"

Surtr looked up, her purple eyes meeting the Doctor's. Her gaze was complex—confusion, curiosity, and a hint of... wariness.

"I don't know," she said, but her hand didn't loosen. "But I can feel... this thing is not simple. There's energy flowing inside it."

Her fingers pressed lightly on the bracelet, as if testing something. Then, her thumb pressed on an inconspicuous indentation in the center of the bracelet.

"This place..." she frowned, "it looks like..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The bracelet suddenly glowed.

It wasn't the soft, silvery-white light from before, but a blazing, almost blood-red light that erupted from within the bracelet, instantly engulfing the entire restaurant. The Doctor's vision went completely red, and his ears rang. He felt Surtr's hand still gripping his wrist, the **** so great it felt like it was about to crush his bones.

Then he knew nothing more.

***

My head hurts a lot.

It felt like someone had hit him hard on the temple with a hammer. The doctor opened his eyes, his vision blurry. He was lying on the floor, the metal floor cold and icy. He tried to sit up, supporting himself with his arms.

"Ugh..." he groaned.

"Doctor?" It was M3's voice, tinged with worry. "Are you alright?"

The doctor turned his head and saw M3 kneeling beside him, her light green eyes full of concern. She reached out to help him sit up and touched his forehead with her fingers.

"There's no blood," she said, "but you're very pale."

"Where is Surtr?" the doctor asked, looking around.

Surtr lay a short distance away, her back to them. Her red hair was spread out, like a pool of congealed blood on the floor. Her black leather jacket was open, and the strap of her slip dress had slipped to one side, revealing most of her fair shoulder and collarbone. Her black over-the-knee stockings were torn in one place, with a rip on the back of her thigh, revealing even whiter skin underneath.

She remained motionless.

"Surtr?" The Doctor struggled to his feet, walked to her side, and knelt down. "Surtr?"

No response.

The doctor reached out to pat her face, but stopped halfway. He saw Surtr's eyelids twitch—very slightly, but definitely moving. Then, her eyes opened.

Purple eyes.

But the look in his eyes... is wrong.

That wasn't Surtr's usual empty, indifferent gaze, the kind that seemed to pierce through everything and gaze into the distance. Those eyes were now filled with… curiosity? Excitement? And a touch… mockery?

"Doctor." Surtr spoke, his voice was the same, but his tone had completely changed—no longer cold, no longer hoarse, but rather lighthearted, with a hint of... playfulness?

"You..." The doctor was stunned.

Surtr sat up smoothly, showing no signs of the weakness one might expect from someone just waking from unconsciousness. She looked down at her body—a black leather jacket, a halter dress, black stockings, and combat boots. She reached out and touched her face, her fingers tracing her cheek, chin, and then stopping at her lips.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with unbelievable excitement. "This body... is amazing."

She stood up, her black combat boots clicking crisply on the floor. She walked to the decorative mirror in the corner of the restaurant and looked at herself.

Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a frozen waterfall of flames. Her purple eyes shimmered with an inhuman luster under the lights, but now they were filled with excitement and curiosity. Her black leather jacket was open, revealing a uniquely designed black slip dress underneath. Two thin leather straps extended from her shoulders to her chest, meeting at her collarbone in a V-shape before branching off to the sides, outlining the upper curve of her full bust.

The skirt clung to her body's curves, tapering from below her bust to its narrowest point at her waist—so slender it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand—before flaring out at her hips. The hem ended about ten centimeters above her knees, revealing her long, straight legs clad in black over-the-knee stockings with delicate lace trim at the top, creating a slight indentation at the mid-thigh.

"Surtr"—or rather, another part of the Doctor's soul—twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt billowing up to reveal skin above her thighs. She reached out, lifted her skirt, and looked down at her legs.

"These stockings..." she murmured to herself, her fingers stroking the black stockings, "The texture is so good."

She turned around, with her back to the mirror, and then glanced back at it.

"And her butt is nice and perky," she commented, patting her buttocks lightly with her hand. "You can tell even when she's wearing a skirt."

Then she walked back to the doctor, stopped, and stared straight at him with her purple eyes.

"Doctor," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "Do you recognize me?"

The Doctor opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked at the "Surtr" before him—the same red hair, the same purple eyes, the same body, but his gaze, tone, and posture had all changed. They had become...familiar.

"You..." he began with difficulty, "You too..."

"Hmm." Surtr nodded, reached out, grabbed the Doctor's hand, pulled it up, and pressed it against her chest. "Can you feel it? Your heartbeat."

The doctor's hand pressed against Surtr's breasts through the fabric of her sundress. The flesh was soft and full, and he could feel the vibrations of her heartbeat—quickly and excitedly.

"I am you," said Surtr, reaching out with her other hand to grasp the Doctor's other hand, pulling it up and pressing it against her waist. "Your other part of your soul has possessed Surtr's body."

The doctor's fingers sank into the soft flesh of Surtr's side. It was delicate and soft there, and the skin felt warm through the fabric.

"So..." the doctor's voice trembled, "there are now two of me?"

"Three," M3 interjected from the side. She walked over and stood next to "Surtr." "Me, her, and you."

Surtr turned and glanced at M3, then smiled.

"Looks like we succeeded," she said, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. "Soul possession...it really works."

She released the doctor's hand, turned around, walked to the dining table, and picked up the half-finished ice cream. The spoon was still inside; she scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm..." she sighed contentedly, "Surtr's favorite flavor... is indeed quite good."

She ate slowly and with great enjoyment, savoring each bite. Then she put down her cup, turned around, and walked back to the doctor.

"Doctor," she spoke, her purple eyes fixed on him, "would you like to... try this body?"

The doctor was stunned.

"Want to give it a try?"

"Hmm." Surtr nodded, reached out, grabbed the Doctor's hand, pulled it up, and pressed it against her thigh. "Feel it. Surtr's legs... wearing black stockings, how do they feel?"

The doctor's fingers sank into the black stockings on Surtr's thighs. The stockings were thin, and he could feel the warmth and elasticity of the skin beneath. He unconsciously slid his fingers from the middle of her thighs to her knees.

"Mmm..." Surtr let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. "The Doctor's hands... are so hot..."

She grabbed the doctor's other hand, pulled him up, and pressed it against her chest.

"I want it here too," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry, "Touch my breasts."

The doctor's hand pressed against Surtr's breast through the fabric of her sundress. The flesh was soft and full, and he could feel the nipples pressing hard against his palm. He kneaded them unconsciously, the flesh deforming in his palm and spilling out between his fingers.

"Ah..." Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her red hair cascading backward. "Harder... Doctor..."

Her breathing quickened, her chest heaved, and her breasts trembled in the doctor's hands. She reached out, grasped the doctor's wrist, and guided his hand down, past her lower abdomen, stopping at the hem of her skirt.

"Inside..." she gasped, "feel inside..."

The doctor's fingers slipped inside the skirt, caressing the skin of the inner thigh. It was warm there; the texture of the black stockings was exquisite, and the skin beneath was even smoother. His fingers continued to stroke upwards, touching an even warmer, more moist area.

Surtr wasn't wearing underwear.

The doctor's fingers touched her vulva directly. The pubic hair was sparse, pale pink, and neatly trimmed. The labia were pink, slightly parted, and he could feel the moist, tender flesh inside. Vaginal fluid was slowly seeping from the opening, wetting his fingertips.

"Ah... Doctor..." Surtr's body trembled violently, her hands gripping the Doctor's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, "Insert... fingers... insert..."

The doctor's fingers found the acupoint and slowly probed inside.

It's very tight.

It was even tighter than M3's vagina. The tender flesh inside gripped his fingers tightly, moist, soft, and elastic. He could feel the folds scraping against his knuckles, and he could feel the even moister, softer flesh deep inside.

"Ugh...!" Surtr let out a suppressed moan, thrusting her hips forward to push the fingers deeper. "Deeper...deeper..."

The doctor's finger was fully inserted, the base pressed against her labia. Inside Surtr's vagina, he could feel the tender flesh of the inner walls tightly gripping his knuckles, warm, soft, and contracting slightly with her breath. Her juices dripped down his finger, wetting his palm and the black stockings on her inner thighs.

"Surtr"—or rather, another part of the Doctor's soul—tilted her head back, her red hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, her purple eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a rapid, sweet scent. Her body trembled slightly, the strap of her black halter dress slipping to one side, revealing most of her fair shoulder and collarbone. Her breasts heaved violently beneath the dress, her nipples erect, forming two distinct protrusions against the fabric.

"Doctor..." she began, her voice slightly breathless, "Move your fingers... a little more..."

The doctor's fingers gently moved in and out of the vagina, his knuckles scraping against the folds of the inner wall, drawing out more vaginal fluid. The gurgling sounds of the water were particularly clear in the quiet restaurant, mixed with Surtr's suppressed moans.

"Mmm...Mmm...!"

She thrust her hips forward, allowing her fingers to penetrate deeper. Her other hand slipped under her skirt, locating her clitoris, and began to rub it rapidly. Her body trembled violently with the movement of her fingers, her thigh muscles tensed, and her black stockings gleamed lasciviously under the light.

M3 stood by watching, her light green eyes gleaming with excitement. She walked over, knelt beside the Doctor, and reached into his pants, grasping his semi-erect penis.

"Doctor, it's hard again..." she whispered, gently rubbing the head of his penis with her fingers.

The doctor gasped. M3's hands were soft and flexible. He pressed his thumb on the urethral opening and gently pressed, and a drop of clear pre-ejaculate immediately seeped out.

Surtr glanced down, a sly glint in her purple eyes. She pulled her finger away from the Doctor, drawing out a gush of vaginal fluid, then turned to face him, straddling his lap.

This position placed her genitals directly against the Doctor's lower abdomen, where she could feel the wetness; the opening was slightly ajar, and vaginal fluid was slowly seeping out. She reached out and, together with M3, grasped the Doctor's penis, stroking it up and down alternately with both hands.

"Doctor..." Surtr leaned close to the Doctor's ear, his warm breath filling his ear canal, "Look at us... look at your two split souls... giving you a handjob..."

Her voice was soft, but every word was crystal clear, carrying a hint of seduction and a touch of humiliation. Her hands moved quickly and forcefully, her thumb rubbing incessantly against the coronal sulcus of the glans, the doctor's most sensitive spot.

M3's hands weren't idle either; with one hand, she stroked his penis, while the other reached down and gently kneaded his testicles. Her movements were gentle, but effective; the doctor could feel his ejaculation reflex loosening.

"Hmm... Haa..." The Doctor's breathing became more and more rapid. He stared at the two girls in front of him—one was M3, with dark brown hair, light green eyes, and flushed cheeks; the other was "Surtr," with red hair like solidified flames, purple eyes flashing with excitement, and a wicked smile on her lips.

Their hands moved rapidly across his penis, making a wet, squelching sound. More and more precum seeped out, soaking their fingers and his shaft. The air was filled with the mixed scents of semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat, along with the cloying sweetness of melting ice cream.

"Is the Doctor about to ejaculate?" Surtr asked, tracing circles on the glans with her finger. "Ejaculate... ejaculate on our hands..."

"Shoot it out..." M3 leaned in, pressing his lips to the Doctor's other ear. "The Doctor's semen...we want to taste it..."

The doctor bit his lower lip, but a groan still escaped his throat. His lower abdomen tightened, his thigh muscles taut, and his penis throbbed in his hands.

"I...I want..."

"Shoot." Surtr clenched his fist tightly.

"Shoot it out." M3's fingers pressed on his testicles, squeezing gently.

The Doctor trembled violently, his penis throbbing in his hands, thick, white semen gushing from his urethra, shooting onto Surtr and M3's hands, and also onto the Doctor's own lower abdomen. The semen was hot and sticky, flowing down the skin and along the grooves of the muscles.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor slumped down, leaning against the table leg, panting heavily. His penis was still semi-erect, with a few drops of semen hanging from the glans, and the urethral opening slightly open, oozing a clear liquid.

Surtr looked down at the semen on her hands. The whitish liquid clung to her fingers and palms, gleaming lewdly under the light. She stuck out her tongue and licked the semen off her fingers.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The Doctor's scent... is so strong..."

She licked the semen off her fingers, then looked at the half-eaten ice cream on the table. It was pink, sprinkled with colorful sugar granules and chocolate chips, and had melted halfway, turning into a sticky liquid.

She picked up her cup, walked over to the professor, and squatted down.

"Doctor," she said, her purple eyes fixed on him, "do me a favor."

"Wh...what?"

Surtr poured the ice cream onto her chest. The sticky, pink liquid trickled down her cleavage, soaking the fabric of her black sundress and covering her fair breasts. The ice cream was cold, and her body shivered the moment it touched her skin.

"So cold..." she whispered, but a smile played on her lips, "But...it's so exciting..."

She grabbed the doctor's hand, pulled him up, and pressed it against her chest.

"Lick it clean," she said, her voice commanding. "Use your tongue... to lick all the ice cream off me."

The doctor was stunned.

"Quickly." Surtr pressed the Doctor's face against his chest forcefully. "Lick it."

The doctor's lips touched the skin of her chest. It was cool, with the sweetness of ice cream, and the faint mineral scent of her skin, like cooled lava. He stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The pink ice cream, mixed with sweat, was sticky and melted on his tongue. It was sweet and cool, but underneath was the warmth of her skin. He continued licking, starting from her cleavage, slowly moving upwards, licking over her breasts, and down to her nipples.

"Mmm..." Surtr let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. "The Doctor's tongue... is so soft..."

Her nipples were hard, throbbing under the doctor's tongue. The doctor took them in his mouth and gently sucked, his tongue circling the areola.

"Ah...!" Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, "That...it's so sensitive..."

M3 watched from the side, her light green eyes gleaming with excitement. She walked over, knelt behind the Doctor, and slipped her hand inside his clothes to stroke his back.

"Doctor, you're amazing..." she whispered, her lips brushing against the back of the Doctor's ear, "You licked Surtr's breasts so clean..."

Her fingers slid along the Doctor's spine, from the back of his neck down to his tailbone. The Doctor's body shuddered, and his tongue licked Surtr's nipple more forcefully.

"Ugh... Doctor..." Surtr grabbed the Doctor's hair and pressed it down hard. "The other side... the other side too..."

The doctor's lips moved to the other breast and continued licking. The ice cream had almost melted, and the sticky liquid mixed with sweat covered her chest. His tongue slid across the flesh, licking from the base of the breast to the tip, then he took the tip into his mouth and sucked hard.

"Haa...haa..." Surtr's breathing became more and more rapid. Her hand reached under her skirt, her fingers found her clitoris, and she began to rub it quickly. "Doctor...I'm going to...I'm going to come..."

Her body trembled violently, her vagina contracted, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid spurted out, soaking her panties—no, she wasn't wearing panties. The fluid flowed directly down her thighs, wetting her black stockings.

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

She let out a long, suppressed scream, then collapsed, leaning against the doctor and breathing heavily.

The Doctor finished licking the last bit of ice cream from her chest. He looked up at Surtr's flushed face and the lingering daze in her purple eyes.

Surtr paused for a moment, then grabbed the doctor's hand, pulled it up, and pressed it against the nipple of her other breast.

"Suck," she said, her voice still a little breathless, "Suck harder... I want the Doctor to suck my nipples..."

The doctor's lips enveloped her nipple, sucking hard. The flesh deformed in his mouth, the nipple pressing hard against his palate. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and excited.

"Mmm..." Surtr sighed contentedly, stroking the Doctor's hair. "Good... Doctor, you're sucking so hard..."

The Doctor suckled at Surtr's nipple, his tongue circling the areola, his lips sucking hard, making soft, wet sounds. The flesh of her breast deformed in his mouth, the nipple hard against his palate, trembling slightly with her breath.

"Mmm... Ah..." Surtr tilted her head back, her red hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, her purple eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a sweet, panting quality. Her hand was still on the Doctor's head, her fingers running through his hair, pressing down hard to make his face bury even deeper into her chest.

M3 knelt behind the doctor, her hand still caressing him inside his clothes. Her fingers slid from his spine to his waist, then down, reaching into his pants to grasp his semi-erect penis.

"Doctor, it's hard again..." she whispered, gently rubbing the head of his penis with her fingers.

The doctor's body shuddered, and he licked Surtr's nipple even harder with his tongue.

Surtr sensed it. She released her hand from the Doctor's head, glanced down at the position of M3's hand inside the Doctor's pants, and a wicked smile appeared on her lips.

"That's enough," she said, her voice still a little breathless. "Let's go to a room. It's too public here."

She stood up, her black combat boots clicking crisply on the floor. One strap of her black halter dress had slipped down, revealing most of her pale shoulder and collarbone. The area on her chest where the doctor had licked was wet, her nipples erect and glistening with a damp sheen under the light. The hem of her skirt was wrinkled, and a large patch of her black stockings on her inner thighs was soaked with her fluids, the dark stains standing out starkly against the black fabric.

She reached out and helped the doctor up. The doctor's legs were still a little weak, and he almost fell, so M3 quickly supported him.

"Let's go," Surtr said, turning around as her red hair swept in an arc behind her as she walked toward the restaurant entrance.

M3 helped the Doctor follow behind. The Doctor's pants were still open, the zipper was undone, and his underwear was wet and covered in semen. His penis was semi-erect, protruding from the edge of his underwear, the glans was red and swollen, and a few drops of clear liquid were still hanging on it.

The three walked through the corridors of Rhodes Island late at night. Cold, white light streamed from the ceiling, illuminating the gleaming metal floors and walls. The air smelled of disinfectant and a faint lingering food odor. Occasionally, patrolling security personnel passed by, but upon seeing the Doctor and two other operators, they merely nodded without asking any further questions.

The doctor's room was deep inside the living area. The door had a fingerprint lock; "Surtr" grabbed the doctor's hand and pressed it onto the scanner. With a beep, the door opened.

The room wasn't large, but it was very clean. There was a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom. The desk was piled high with documents and materials, and on the bedside table sat a lamp and several books about Originium Arts and ancient civilizations.

Surtr closed the door and locked it. Then she turned around, leaning against the door, her purple eyes scanning the room before finally settling on the Doctor.

"Kneel down," she said.

The doctor paused for a moment.

"I said, kneel down," Surtr repeated, his voice cold, but his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down. The metal floor was cool, seeping through his trousers to his knees. He looked up at Surtr, at her condescending gaze, at the wicked smile on her lips.

The Doctor knelt on the cold metal floor, a chill running down his knees. He looked up at "Surtr"—the split soul that occupied Surtr's body. She leaned against the door, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall of flames, her purple eyes looking down at him with a wicked smile that clearly conveyed dominance.

The black leather jacket was open, revealing a uniquely designed black slip dress underneath. Two thin leather straps extended from her shoulders to her chest, meeting at her collarbone to form a V-shape, outlining the upper curve of her full bust. The dress clung to her body's curves, tapering from below her bust to its narrowest point at her waist—so slender it seemed one could easily encircle it with one hand. The hemline ended about ten centimeters above her knees, revealing long, straight legs clad in black over-the-knee stockings with delicate lace trim at the top, creating a slight indentation at the mid-thigh.

She wore thick-soled leather combat boots with tightly tied laces, and the boots were covered in dust from the restaurant floor and a few dried ice cream stains.

Surtr looked down at the Doctor kneeling before her, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. She lifted one foot, the tip of her boot gently lifting the Doctor's chin, causing him to tilt his head back.

"Doctor," she spoke, her voice slightly husky and sweet, "do you know what to do next?"

The doctor's throat moved, but he didn't speak.

"Surtr" laughed. She withdrew her foot, then bent down and began to untie the laces of her boots. Her fingers were nimble, and she quickly untied both boots. She kicked off the boots, her bare feet touching the floor—no, not bare, she was still wearing stockings.

The feet encased in black stockings were beautiful. They were long and slender, the skin on the instep barely visible beneath the stockings, revealing pale blue veins. The toes were neatly trimmed, the nails cleanly manicured, appearing a light flesh color under the stockings. The stockings had delicate lace trim at the top, creating a slight indentation in the middle of the thigh, where the skin was slightly reddened.

She raised one foot, and her black-stockinged foot shoved directly into the doctor's face.

"Lick it," she said, her voice cold but her eyes warm. "Lick my feet clean. I stepped on the floor in the restaurant; it's dirty."

The doctor's face was pressed against the soles of black-stockinged feet, and he could smell a mixture of scents—leather, sweat, and a hint of dust. The black stockings were thin and smooth, and he could feel the warmth of the skin beneath. He stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of the feet.

"Mmm..." Surtr let out a satisfied sigh, "Continue... lick it all clean..."

The doctor's tongue slid across the black-stockinged soles of her feet. He licked from the arches to the insteps, from the ankles to the toes. He took her big toe into his mouth, gently sucking through the black stockings, his tongue lingering between the toes. The black stockings, soaked with saliva, became translucent, revealing the soft, pink skin beneath.

"Ah... Doctor..." Surtr's breathing became rapid. She reached her other hand under her skirt, her fingers finding her clitoris and beginning to rub it quickly. "Tongue... so soft... so comfortable..."

She swayed her hips gently, letting her black-stockinged feet rub against the doctor's face. Her toes pinched his nose, then released, and her soles pressed against his lips, making him lick deeper.

M3 knelt beside the Doctor, her light green eyes gleaming with excitement. She reached out, unzipped the Doctor's pants, and pulled out his semi-erect penis. The shaft was still covered in semen from his previous ejaculation; the glans was swollen and red, and the urethral opening was slightly open, oozing a clear fluid.

She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took the glans into her mouth.

"Ugh...!" The doctor's body trembled.

M3's mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue circled the glans before slowly swallowing it until the entire penis was inside her mouth. Her throat contracted, tightly enveloping the penis, making gurgling swallowing sounds.

Surtr watched this scene, her purple eyes shining even brighter. She withdrew her foot, then straddled the Doctor's lap, her black-stockinged vulva pressed directly against his lower abdomen. She could feel it was wet there, the opening slightly open, and her juices slowly seeping out, wetting the black stockings.

She grabbed the doctor's hand, pulled him up, and pressed it against her chest.

"Touch," she said, her voice breathless, "touch my breasts...rub them hard..."

The doctor's hand pressed against Surtr's breasts through the fabric of her sundress. The flesh was soft and full, and he could feel the nipples pressing hard against his palm. He kneaded them forcefully, causing the flesh to deform in his palm and spill out between his fingers.

"Ah...!" Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her red hair cascading backward. "Harder... Doctor... knead my breasts raw..."

She reached down with her other hand, grabbed M3's hair, and pressed it down hard.

"Deep throat," she commanded. "Give the doctor a deep throat...let him ejaculate in your mouth..."

M3's throat tightened further as she tilted her head back, allowing the penis to penetrate even deeper until the head reached the back of her throat. Her nose was pressed against the doctor's lower abdomen, and she could smell the mixture of semen and sweat. She began to rock her head up and down, making gurgling sounds as the penis thrust in and out of her throat.

"Mmm... Ahh..." Surtr's waist began to twist, her black-stockinged genitals rubbing against the Doctor's lower abdomen. "Doctor... are you going to cum? Cum in M3's mouth... make her swallow it..."

The doctor's breathing became increasingly rapid. He could feel the tightness and warmth of M3's throat, the softness and warmth of "Surtr's" breasts, and the pleasure accumulating wildly in his spine.

"I...I want..."

"Shoot." Surtr's hands kneaded her breasts forcefully, the flesh overflowing from between her fingers, white and glistening delicately under the light. "Shoot it out...shoot it all out..."

The doctor trembled violently, his penis throbbing inside M3's throat, thick, hot semen gushing from his urethra and shooting deep into her esophagus. The semen was hot and plentiful, filling M3's throat, some spilling from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, and dripping onto her chest.

"Gulp... gulp..." M3 swallowed, her throat contracting repeatedly as she swallowed all the semen. Her cheeks flushed, and her light green eyes shone with satisfaction.

The doctor slumped down, leaning against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. His penis slowly softened and slipped out of M3's mouth, a few drops of a mixture of semen and saliva still clinging to the glans.

Surtr got off the Doctor's lap, her black-stockinged feet touching the floor. She walked up to the Doctor, squatted down, and reached out to grasp his still-erect penis.

"It's not over yet," she said, her purple eyes gleaming mischievously. "Footjob."

She lay down on the bed, raised her legs, and clamped the doctor's penis between her black-stockinged feet. The skin on the soles of her feet, through the black stockings, tightly wrapped around the shaft, warm, soft, and slightly sweaty and slippery.

"Move it yourself," she commanded. "Use my feet... to masturbate..."

The doctor grasped Surtr's ankle and began to swing her leg up and down, rubbing her black-stockinged soles against his penis. The lines on her soles scraped against his sensitive glans, bringing waves of tingling pleasure. The black stockings, soaked with pre-ejaculate, became translucent, revealing the soft, pink skin beneath.

"Mmm... Ahh..." Surtr's hand slipped inside her skirt, her fingers finding her clitoris and beginning to rub it rapidly. "Doctor... It feels so good... My legs... are clamped around the Doctor's penis..."

She twisted her waist slightly, causing her black-stockinged feet to clamp even tighter. Her other hand grasped her breast, kneading it forcefully, the flesh deforming in her palm, the nipples hardening and trembling in the air.

M3 crawled over, knelt beside Surtr's head, and lowered her head to kiss her lips. Her tongue probed inside, swirling in her mouth, exchanging saliva with a soft, wet sound. Her hand slipped under Surtr's skirt, found the vaginal opening, and began to thrust her fingers in and out.

"Mmm...! Ah...!" Surtr's moan was muffled by M3's kiss, turning into a muffled sob. Her body trembled violently, her black-stockinged feet tightly gripping the Doctor's penis, her vagina tightly enveloping M3's fingers.

The doctor quickened his movements, rubbing his black-stockinged feet rapidly against his penis. More and more precum seeped out, soaking the black stockings and his palms. He could feel his ejaculation threshold loosening, that familiar, impending pleasure building up in his spine.

"I'm...I'm going to cum..." he gasped.

"Shoot it on my feet." Surtr released M3's lips, her purple eyes gazing at the Doctor with watery eyes, "All of it...shoot it on my black-stockinged feet..."

The doctor tensed up, his penis throbbing between the black-stockinged feet, thick streams of white semen gushing from his urethra and shooting onto Surtr's black-stockinged feet. The semen was hot and sticky, flowing down the instep and soaking the delicate lace trim of the stockings.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor slumped down, leaning against the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. His penis was still semi-erect, the glans covered in semen, throbbing slightly between his black-stockinged feet.

Surtr retracted her foot and looked down at the semen on it. The whitish liquid clung to her black stockings, gleaming lewdly under the light. She stuck out her tongue and licked the semen off the back of her foot.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The Doctor's semen...so much...so thick..."

She sat up, her black-stockinged feet touching the floor, semen dripping down her toes. She walked over to the doctor and pulled him up.

"Go to bed," she said.

***

The three of them squeezed together on the doctor's small bed.

Surtr lay in the middle, her red hair scattered messily across the pillow. The straps of her black slip dress had completely slipped down, the dress pulled up to her waist, revealing her entire lower body. She was still wearing black over-the-knee stockings, but the tops were loose, the lace trim crumpled and digging into her mid-thighs, leaving noticeable red marks on her skin. Her legs were wide open, her pink vulva completely exposed to the air—sparse, pale pink pubic hair, neatly trimmed, but now soaked with vaginal fluid, a few stray hairs clinging to the skin around her labia, glistening wetly under the light.

The vaginal opening was slightly ajar, revealing tender pink flesh inside, which was still gently pulsating and oozing clear vaginal fluid. The area where the doctor's fingers had just penetrated was slightly red and swollen, and the blood from the ruptured hymen had dried, leaving faint brown marks around the opening.

M3 knelt beside Surtr's head, her dark brown hair hanging down, the green highlights at the ends brushing against Surtr's cheek. She lowered her head and kissed Surtr's lips, her tongue probing inside, swirling around in her mouth. Her hand reached down, grasping one of Surtr's breasts, kneading it forcefully, the flesh deforming in her palm, the nipple hardening and throbbing between her fingers.

The doctor knelt between Surtr's legs, his penis already erect again, thick and hard, the glans red and swollen, the urethral opening open, oozing clear pre-ejaculate. He grabbed Surtr's ankles, lifting her legs higher, completely exposing her vulva.

"Put it in." Surtr released M3's lips, her purple eyes gazing at the Doctor with watery eyes, her voice breathless, "Doctor...put it in...I want the Doctor's cock..."

The doctor's glans pressed against the entrance of the vagina. It was wet and hot there, and he could feel the two pink labia slightly parted, the tender flesh inside gently writhing. He thrust his hips forward, and the glans slowly squeezed in.

"Hmm...!" Surtr bit her lower lip, her body tensing.

It's too tight.

Even though she had just been penetrated by fingers, even though she had lost her virginity, Surtr's vagina was still incredibly tight. The tender flesh inside tightly enveloped the glans, moist, soft, yet full of elasticity. The Doctor could feel those folds scraping against the coronal sulcus, and he could feel that even moister, softer flesh deep inside—that was the cervix.

He continued to push forward, and his entire penis slowly slid in.

"Haa...haa..." Surtr gasped, her hands gripping the sheets, her fingers digging deep into the fabric. "In...in...all of it..."

The doctor's penis was fully inserted into Surtr's vagina, the glans pressing against the cervix. He could feel the soft flesh slightly deforming beneath his glans, warm and moist, like a small mouth gently sucking.

He began to thrust.

It was slow, but deep. Each insertion was complete, the glans slamming against the cervix; each withdrawal was almost entirely pulled out, leaving only the glans lodged at the entrance. Vaginal fluid was drawn out, making gurgling sounds, dripping onto the sheets and soaking a large area.

"Mmm...ah...Doctor..." Surtr's moans were intermittent, her waist twisting gently with the Doctor's rhythm, causing the penis to rub against the inner walls of her vagina at different angles. "So...so deep...it's hitting...hitting my cervix..."

M3's hand was still kneading Surtr's breasts, while his other hand reached down to find the clitoris and began to rub it rapidly.

"Ah...! There...!" Surtr's body trembled violently, her legs clamping tightly around the Doctor's waist, her black stockings rubbing against his skin. "M3... fingers... feel so good..."

"Surtr's breasts are so soft..." M3 lowered her head, took Surtr's other nipple into her mouth, and sucked hard, her tongue circling the areola. "The nipple is so hard... it keeps throbbing..."

"Mmm...! Suck...suck harder..." Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, her red hair cascading down her back, "Suck my breasts...suck out the milk..."

The doctor increased the speed of his thrusts. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, mixed with the churning of vaginal fluids, and the suppressed gasps and groans of the three people. The bed creaked and groaned as it shook.

"Doctor...I'm...I'm going to come..." Surtr's voice was choked with sobs as her vagina began to contract violently, clenching tightly around the Doctor's penis. "It's...it's melting inside..."

His movements became faster and more forceful, with his glans slamming hard against the cervix each time.

"Shoot inside..." M3 released Surtr's nipple, his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Let the Doctor shoot into Surtr's womb... shoot it all in... fill it up..."

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

Surtr trembled violently, her vagina contracting sharply, a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushing from deep within, splashing onto his glans. Almost simultaneously, the Doctor's penis throbbed inside her, thick, hot semen gushing from his urethra, shooting deep into her uterus. The semen was hot and plentiful; he could feel the fluid accumulating inside her vagina before overflowing from the opening, mixing with her lustful fluid, and flowing down her thighs.

"Haa...haa..."

The doctor lay on top of Surtr, panting heavily. His penis was still inside her, and he could feel the vaginal walls slightly contracting, as if sucking up the semen that had just been ejaculated. The semen was hot and plentiful, overflowing from her vaginal opening, mixing with her vaginal fluid, and flowing down her thighs.

M3 knelt beside her, her light green eyes fixed on the area where the two were joined. She could see the Doctor's penis still semi-erect inside Surtr's vagina, the glans deeply buried, only the thick shaft and two heavy testicles visible. Semen was slowly seeping from the opening, cloudy and viscous, mixed with faint traces of blood—leakage left after the hymen had ruptured.

She reached out and gently pressed her fingers on Surtr's lower abdomen. The skin there was thin and tight, and she could feel the slight bulge of the uterus below—the uterus filled with semen, gently contracting, trying to keep the thick fluid inside.

"The Doctor ejaculated so much..." M3 whispered, her fingers gently circling her lower abdomen, "Surtr's uterus... is completely full..."

Surtr was still reeling from her climax, her purple eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath sweet and panting. Her hands still gripped the sheets, her fingers digging deep into the fabric. Her red hair lay scattered on the pillow like a pool of congealed blood. Her black slip dress was pulled up to her waist, revealing her entire lower body. She was still wearing black over-the-knee stockings, but the tops were loose, the lace trim crumpled and digging into her mid-thighs, leaving noticeable red marks on her skin.

Her legs were still wide open, her pink vulva completely exposed to the air. Her pubic hair was sparse and pale red, but it was now soaked with vaginal fluid. A few stray pubic hairs clung to the skin around her labia, glistening wetly under the light. Her vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, which was still gently pulsating, oozing clear vaginal fluid and cloudy semen.

The doctor slowly withdrew his penis.

"Pfft—"

With a splashing sound, a large amount of mixed liquid gushed from the opening—semen, vaginal fluid, and a faint trace of blood. The liquid dripped onto the sheets, soaking into a dark stain. The doctor's penis was covered in the same liquid, the glans swollen and red, the urethral opening slightly open, still oozing clear pre-ejaculate.

M3 crawled over, knelt between the Doctor's legs, and looked down at the penis that had just been pulled from "Surtr's" body. It was covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, cloudy, viscous, and with a faint smell of blood. She stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The taste of the Doctor and Surtr mixed together..."

She opened her mouth and took the glans in. Her tongue circled the coronal sulcus, licking away the semen and vaginal fluid. Then she slowly swallowed until the entire penis was in her mouth. Her throat contracted, tightly enveloping the penis, making gurgling swallowing sounds.

"Ugh...!" The doctor's body trembled. He had just ejaculated, and his glans was still extremely sensitive. The oral sex stimulation from M3 made him feel both pain and pleasure.

Surtr propped herself up, watching M3 perform oral sex on the Doctor. Excitement gleamed in her purple eyes as she reached down, her fingers finding her clitoris and beginning to rub it rapidly.

"M3...lick it clean..." she gasped, "lick all of the Doctor's...my juices...and the Doctor's semen...clean it all off..."

M3's mouth moved even faster. She shook her head up and down, letting the penis thrust in and out of her mouth rapidly, her tongue licking the shaft incessantly, from the glans to the base and back again. Her saliva, mixed with semen and vaginal fluid, overflowed from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her chin and dripping onto her chest.

The doctor's breathing became rapid again. Although he had just ejaculated, M3's oral sex skills were superb; her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue was agile, and she knew exactly how to stimulate his most sensitive spots. He could feel his penis slowly becoming erect again, harder and thicker.

Surtr crawled over and knelt behind M3. She reached out and lifted M3's green sweater, revealing her fair back. Then she lowered her head and kissed the groove along M3's spine, her tongue licking from the tailbone down to the back of the neck.

"Mmm...!" M3's body trembled. Her mouth was still filled with the doctor's penis, and she could only let out a muffled moan.

Surtr reached forward and grabbed M3's breast, kneading it forcefully. The flesh was soft and full, and she could feel the nipples pressing hard against her palm. She kneaded it hard, and the flesh overflowed from between her fingers, white and glistening with a delicate sheen under the light.

"M3's breasts...so soft..." Surtr said breathlessly, her other hand reaching into M3's shorts, her fingers finding her genitals and probing inside. "It's...so wet here too..."

M3's vagina was wet and hot, the tender inner walls tightly gripping Surtr's fingers. She began to thrust, her fingers moving in and out of her vagina rapidly, making a squelching sound.

"Mmm...! Surtr... fingers... feel so good..." M3's moans were muffled by the Doctor's penis, turning into indistinct whimpers. Her waist twisted gently with the movements of "Surtr's" fingers, allowing the fingers to penetrate even deeper.

The doctor watched the scene unfold before him—M3 was kneeling between his legs, giving him oral sex, while Surtr was kneeling behind M3, inserting her fingers into her. The three of them were pressed tightly together, their sweat, semen, and vaginal fluids mingling together, filling the air with a strong smell of sex.

His penis was fully erect in M3's mouth, thick, long, and hard, with the head reaching deep into her throat. He grabbed M3's hair and began to thrust his hips forward, rapidly pumping his penis in and out of her mouth.

"Gulp... gurgle..." M3's throat was being pierced, making swallowing sounds. A mixture of saliva and semen spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her chin and dripping onto her chest.

Surtr's fingers thrust faster and faster inside M3's vagina, his thumb rubbing rapidly against her clitoris. M3's body trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid spurted out, splashing onto Surtr's fingers.

"Ah...! I'm coming...!" M3 released the doctor's penis, tilted her head back, and let out a long scream. Her body trembled violently, and she collapsed onto the doctor's lap, panting heavily.

M3 lay limp on the Doctor's lap, her dark brown hair plastered messily to her sweaty cheeks, her light green eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a sweet, panting quality. Her green sweater was pulled up to her chest, revealing her fair abdomen and a pair of full breasts. The flesh rose and fell slightly with her breath, her nipples erect, trembling in the air, still adorned with a few drops of a mixture of saliva and semen that had dripped from the corners of her mouth.

Her shorts were pulled down to mid-thigh, leaving her genitals completely exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse and light brown, but it was now soaked with vaginal fluid. A few stray hairs clung to the skin around her labia, glistening wetly under the light. Her vaginal opening was slightly ajar, revealing tender pink flesh inside, which was still pulsating slightly and oozing clear vaginal fluid—the fluid that had flowed out after she had just been brought to orgasm by "Surtr's" fingers.

Surtr knelt behind M3, her fingers still inserted in M3's vagina. She could feel the tender flesh inside slightly contracting, as if trying to hold onto her fingers. She slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing with them a stream of vaginal fluid that dripped onto M3's thigh.

"M3's gone..." she whispered, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. She looked down at the semen that covered her fingers, then stuck out her tongue and licked them.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The M3 tastes...so sweet..."

The doctor's penis was still hard, the glans red and swollen, the urethral opening open, oozing clear pre-ejaculate. He looked at M3, limp on his lap, and then at Surtr kneeling behind M3. The last vestiges of reason in his mind were completely overwhelmed by desire.

He grabbed M3's shoulders, turned her over, and laid her on her back on the bed. Then he straddled her, kneeling between her legs, his glans pressing against her vulva.

"Doctor..." Surtr crawled over, knelt beside M3's head, lowered her head and kissed her lips, her tongue probing inside and swirling in her mouth. Her hands reached down, grasping M3's breasts and kneading them forcefully.

The doctor thrust his waist forward, and the head of his penis slowly squeezed into M3's vagina.

"Mmm...!" M3's body trembled, her moan was muffled by Surtr's kiss, turning into a muffled sob.

It's too tight.

M3's vagina was even tighter than "Surtr's." The tender inner walls tightly enveloped the glans, moist, soft, and full of elasticity. The doctor could feel the folds scraping against the coronal sulcus, and could feel the even moister, softer flesh deep inside.

He continued to push forward, and his entire penis slowly slid in.

"Haa...haa..." M3 gasped for breath, her hands grabbing Surtr's hair and pressing down hard to deepen her kiss.

The doctor began thrusting.

Quickly, forcefully. Each insertion was full penetration, the glans slamming against the cervix; each withdrawal was almost complete, leaving only the glans lodged at the entrance. Vaginal fluid was drawn out, making a squelching sound, mingling with the slapping of flesh against flesh, echoing in the room.

"Mmm...! Doctor...! So deep...!" M3's moans were intermittent, her waist twisting wildly with the Doctor's rhythm, causing the penis to rub against the inner walls of her vagina at different angles. "It's hitting...it's hitting my cervix...!"

Surtr released M3's lips and looked down at the area where the two were joined. She could see the Doctor's thick penis moving in and out of M3's vagina rapidly, the glans stretching the opening wide with each insertion, revealing the tender pink flesh inside; each withdrawal brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, dripping onto the sheets.

She reached out, her fingers found M3's clitoris, and began to rub it rapidly.

"Ah...! There...! Surtr... fingers...!" M3's body trembled violently, her legs clamping tightly around the Doctor's waist, pushing the penis even deeper. "I'm... I'm going to come...!"

"Together..." the doctor gasped, his movements becoming faster and more forceful, his glans slamming against the cervix with each thrust. "Together we ejaculate..."

"Shoot it in..." M3 tilted his head back, his neck forming a graceful arc, his dark brown hair spreading out on the pillow. "Shoot it into my womb...shoot it all in...fill it up..."

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

M3 trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed from deep within, splashing onto her glans. Almost simultaneously, the doctor's penis throbbed inside her, and thick, hot semen gushed from his urethra, shooting deep into her uterus. The semen was hot and plentiful; he could feel the fluid accumulating inside her vagina before overflowing from the opening, mixing with her lustful fluid, and flowing down her thighs.

"Haa...haa..."

The room reeked of sex—the pungent smell of semen, the sweet scent of vaginal fluids, the salty dampness of sweat, and the indescribable, erotic, fermented odor of the three body fluids mixed together. The sheets were soaked, large dark water stains spreading from the center—traces of a mixture of semen, vaginal fluids, and small amounts of blood. A few stray pubic hairs—pale brown and pale red—drifted in the air, clinging to the sweaty skin, to the sheets, and even one to the doctor's lips.

The doctor lay limp on the bed, his naked body covered in various fluids. His chest bore red scratches from M3's fingernails, his lower abdomen was smeared with a mixture of dried semen and vaginal fluid, his penis was semi-erect, the glans swollen and red, the urethral opening slightly open, still oozing clear pre-ejaculate. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving violently, his eyes unfocused; he was clearly exhausted.

M3 lay beside him, her dark brown hair plastered messily to her sweaty cheeks. Her green sweater was pulled up to her chest, revealing her fair abdomen and a pair of full breasts. Her breasts rose and fell slightly with her breath, the nipples erect, still glistening with a few drops of a mixture of saliva and semen that had dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her shorts were pulled down to mid-thigh, her genitals completely exposed to the air. Her vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing tender pink flesh inside, still gently pulsating, oozing clear vaginal fluid and cloudy semen—the semen the Doctor had just ejaculated inside, slowly overflowing from the opening, flowing down her thighs, and wetting the sheets.

Surtr lay on the other side of the Doctor. Her black slip dress was pulled up to her waist, revealing her entire lower body. She was still wearing black over-the-knee stockings, but the tops were loose, the lace trim wrinkled and digging into her mid-thighs, leaving obvious red marks on her skin. Her legs were wide open, her pink vulva completely exposed to the air. Her vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, which was still slightly writhing, oozing clear vaginal fluid and cloudy semen—that was also what the Doctor had ejaculated inside, slowly overflowing from the opening, mixed with a faint trace of blood, flowing down her thighs.

The three of them remained silent, with only heavy breathing echoing in the room.

After a while, "Surtr"—or rather, another part of the Doctor's soul—moved first. She propped herself up and looked down at the mess on her body.

The chest area of ​​her black slip dress was soaked with ice cream and the doctor's saliva, the fabric clinging stickily to her skin, revealing the outline of her breasts. The hem of the dress was wrinkled and stained with semen and vaginal fluid, the dark stains standing out starkly against the black fabric. Her black stockings were torn in several places, the largest tear on the back of her thigh revealing even whiter skin underneath, with semen seeping in and sticking to her skin.

She was still wearing black stockings, but the soles were covered in dust and semen, sticky and leaving wet footprints on the floor.

"Tsk." She made a sound of displeasure, her purple eyes sweeping across the room. "So filthy."

M3 sat up and looked down at herself. The chest of her green sweater was soaked with saliva and semen, revealing the outline of her nipples. Her shorts were wet, with a dark patch in the crotch area, a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. Her legs, lower abdomen, and chest were covered in various liquids—her own vaginal fluid, the Doctor's semen, and "Surtr's" saliva.

"We need to take a shower," M3 said, his voice still a little breathless, "and then... change our clothes."

Surtr nodded. She stood up, her black-stockinged feet making a soft pattering sound on the floor—the sound of semen and sweat mixing. She walked to the Doctor's wardrobe and opened it.

Inside were only the doctor's clothes—tactical pants, shirt, jacket, and underwear.

"Doctor, we don't have any clothes here." Surtr frowned, turning to look at M3. "What about you? Do you have any clothes in your room?"

M3 shook its head.

"I don't have a room," she said. "I usually... live with Kal'tsit. She gives me my clothes too."

Surtr's eyes lit up.

"Kal'tsit..." she repeated, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "That old woman... she must have quite a few clothes, right?"

M3 paused for a moment, then laughed.

"You mean...?"

"Go steal it," Surtr said, her purple eyes gleaming with cunning. "Go to Kal'tsit's room and steal a few clothes. She should be on duty in the medical ward right now and won't be going back."

M3's eyes lit up too. She stood up and walked over to Surtr.

"Good idea," she said. "Kal'tsit's clothes... should fit her perfectly."

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned to look at the doctor who was still lying paralyzed on the bed.

"Doctor," Surtr spoke, her voice carrying a commanding tone, "wait here. We'll go steal some clothes, then we'll continue when we get back."

The doctor wanted to say something, but he was too tired and could only nod.

Surtr and M3 left the room and closed the door. The corridor was quiet, with cool white light streaming down from the ceiling, illuminating the gleaming metal floor and walls. The air smelled of disinfectant and a faint lingering food odor.

***

The corridors of Rhode Island are always exceptionally quiet late at night. Cool, white light streams down from the ceiling, illuminating the gleaming metal floors and walls, reflecting a cold sheen. The air carries the smell of disinfectant and a faint lingering food odor—perhaps from dinner.

M3—or rather, the Doctor's fragmented soul—stood barefoot on the floor. Her soles were still wet with semen and sweat, each step leaving a damp footprint that gleamed lewdly under the light. Her dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck. Her light green eyes gleamed with excitement in the shadows, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

She was still wearing the green sweater and black shorts, but the clothes were wrinkled, and her chest was soaked with saliva and semen, revealing the outline of her nipples. The shorts were wet, with a dark patch in the crotch area, a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. Her legs, lower abdomen, and chest were covered in various liquids—her own vaginal fluid, the Doctor's semen, and "Surtr's" saliva.

She could feel the fluids slowly drying. When she walked, the skin on her inner thighs would rub together, making a slight rustling sound—the sound of dried semen and vaginal fluid being rubbed together.

Kal'tsit's room is near the medical department, some distance from the Doctor's living area. M3 walked through several corridors, occasionally passing by patrolling security operators, but they only nodded when they saw her and didn't ask any questions—after all, she was Kal'tsit's "pet," and it was normal for her to move freely within Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit's room door had a fingerprint lock. M3 reached out, hesitated—would her fingerprint open it? She remembered that Kal'tsit had registered her fingerprint, saying it was for her convenience.

She placed her hand on the recognition device.

With a beep, the door opened.

M3 breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door open, went inside, and then gently closed the door.

Kal'tsit's room was impeccably tidy, almost excessively so. A single bed, its sheets meticulously made and the blankets folded neatly, like something out of a military camp. A desk piled high with documents and files, along with several heavy medical books. A wardrobe, made of dark brown wood, looked old but was very well maintained.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the room, as well as a hint of Kal'tsit's unique scent—like some kind of herb, or like an old book, cold and faint.

M3 walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

Inside, a row of clothes hung. Most were the white coats and black uniforms that Kal'tsit usually wore, neatly hung with the hangers spaced evenly. But at the very back of the wardrobe, hung a different set of clothes.

Maid outfit.

M3's eyes lit up. She reached out and took off the outfit.

The dress was heavy, made of thick fabric. The main body was a high-necked, long-sleeved black dress made of a thick, matte fabric, with a delicate white lace ruffle around the neckline. The dress was impeccably tailored, perfectly accentuating Kal'tsit's sculpted, toned figure, a result of years of training—from her straight shoulders to her cinched waist and shapely hips.

The skirt reaches the knees, with a wider white lace trim around the hem. A row of small black buttons runs along the front of the skirt, from below the neckline to the waist, adding a touch of ascetic formality. The cuffs are fitted and also decorated with white lace.

Covering the dress was a pure white half-length apron. The apron was made of lightweight cotton and tied at the back. A small, simplified Rhode Island logo was embroidered on the chest. The apron's hem was slightly shorter than the inner black skirt, with clean, straight-line edges.

There was also a pair of low-heeled Mary Jane-style black leather shoes with a smooth upper and a rounded toe.

M3 hugged the clothes to her chest, able to smell Kal'tsit's scent—very faint, but definitely present. She imagined Kal'tsit wearing this maid outfit, that perpetually cold-faced, aloof woman, dressed in a maid's uniform, wearing an apron, addressing others as "master"...

Her body felt slightly warm. She could feel her vagina becoming wet again, and vaginal fluid slowly seeped out from the opening, soaking her already drenched shorts.

But she didn't have time to try them on. She had to hurry back.

She clutched her clothes and turned to leave. But in that instant, her shoulder accidentally bumped into the bookshelf next to her.

"Bang--"

The bookshelf wobbled, and a book fell from the top shelf, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

M3 was startled, her heart pounding. She quickly crouched down, intending to pick up the book and put it back. But just as she reached for it, her gaze fell on the book's cover.

It was a very old book, with a dark brown leather cover that was worn at the edges, revealing the cardboard underneath. There was no text on the cover, only a pattern—a complex symbol made up of geometric lines, resembling some kind of ancient script or a circuit diagram.

That symbol...

M3 was stunned.

She had seen that symbol before.

On that bracelet.

The bracelet on the doctor's wrist, with its fine patterns that resembled some kind of writing or circuit diagrams, was almost identical to the symbols on the book's cover.

M3's hands were trembling. She picked up the book and opened it.

The pages were old, yellowed, and the edges were torn. She couldn't understand the writing—it wasn't Terran common language, nor any language she knew. The writing was strange, like some kind of hieroglyphics, or perhaps some kind of code.

But the book has illustrations.

Some hand-drawn illustrations depicted various strange devices. One device, drawn in great detail, was a bracelet made of dark silver metal with fine patterns on its surface. There was a label next to it, but she couldn't understand the text.

But she can understand the pattern.

That bracelet is exactly the same as the one the doctor is wearing on his wrist.

M3's heart pounded faster. She flipped through the pages quickly, trying to find more information. But she couldn't understand the rest of the book; there were only complex diagrams and formulas, and some illustrations that looked like anatomical diagrams, but the labeled parts were strange—not the heart, not the brain, but… the soul?

She couldn't understand it, but she knew the book was important.

She glanced at the bookshelf, then at the maid outfit in her arms, and made her decision.

She tucked the book inside her maid outfit, hugged it to her chest, then turned and quickly walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

The corridor was still quiet. M3, carrying her clothes and books, hurried back. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was a jumbled mess.

That bracelet...that book...Kal'tsit...

Does Kal'tsit know about this bracelet? Why is this book in her room? What's written in this book? What exactly is that bracelet? A split soul possessing someone… is it a coincidence, or…?

She didn't know.

But she knew she had to hurry back and show the book to her original self.

She quickened her pace, her dark brown hair swaying behind her, her light green eyes flashing with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

***

I stood at the bathroom door, drying my still-dripping hair with a towel. The hot water had washed away the semen and sweat, but the sticky feeling seemed to linger beneath my skin. The bathrobe was a standard Rhode Island white cotton, a bit rough, and it rubbed against my freshly washed skin, causing a slight itching sensation.

That's when the knocking started.

It was very light, but very urgent, as if afraid of being overheard, or as if they couldn't wait any longer.

I walked over and opened the door.

Surtr and M3 stood outside the door.

Surtr carried a bulging black waterproof bag, revealing the outline of a swimsuit inside. She was still wearing her black halter dress and black stockings, but the dress had been straightened, the straps pulled back into place. Only the stains from ice cream and saliva on her chest remained, the dark water stains standing out starkly against the black fabric. Her red hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck, and her purple eyes gleamed with excitement in the dim corridor light.

M3 was carrying a pile of things. On top was a neatly folded black outfit—I recognized it as a maid's uniform, with white lace ruffles peeking out from the neckline. Underneath was a very old book, its dark brown leather cover worn and frayed. Her green sweater was still damp at the chest, revealing the outline of her nipples, and her shorts had a dark patch at the crotch. Her dark brown hair clung messily to her cheeks, and her light green eyes stared at me with a mischievous grin.

"Doctor," Surtr spoke first, her voice still sweet and slightly husky, "we're back."

She went into the room and threw the waterproof bag on the bed. M3 followed her in, closed the door, and locked it. She placed what she was carrying on the desk—a maid outfit and the book.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing to the book.

"Found it in Kal'tsit's room," M3 said, walking up to me and touching the collar of my bathrobe. "It fell off when it accidentally bumped into the bookshelf. The symbol on the cover... is the same as the one on the Doctor's bracelet."

My heart skipped a beat.

I walked to the desk and picked up the book. The cover was old, the leather was cracked, but the symbol was still legible—complex geometric lines, like some kind of ancient script, or perhaps a circuit diagram. Indeed, it was exactly the same as the one on the bracelet.

I opened the book.

The pages were yellowed, the paper was fragile, and it rustled when turned. I couldn't understand the writing—it wasn't Terran common language, nor any ancient language I had ever studied. But the book had illustrations and some hand-drawn diagrams.

I flipped through the pages quickly.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Then I stopped.

The page had a drawing of a bracelet with detailed annotations next to it. Although I couldn't understand the text, I could understand the diagrams—a diagram of energy flow, a model of soul frequency resonance, and... the principle of breaking through reproductive barriers.

My breathing became rapid.

I continued flipping through the pages.

More information flooded my mind—ancient technological civilizations, soul splitting technology, possession mechanisms, exit protocols, muscle memory residual effects, and... most importantly, reproductive compatibility coverage.

I see.

That bracelet wasn't a relic found by chance. It was a tool created by a vanished civilization for conducting soul experiments. It could separate a portion of the user's soul and transfer it to another living being. During possession, the split soul could completely control the host's body, but the host's original consciousness would enter a dormant state. After leaving the possession, the host wouldn't remember exactly what happened, but their body would develop muscle memory for the actions taken during possession—like a conditioned reflex.

What excites me most is the last part.

Breakthrough in reproductive barriers.

In Terra, different races cannot reproduce naturally; this is a limitation written into their genes. But this bracelet... can, after possessing someone, temporarily override the host's reproductive system compatibility, allowing sexual intercourse between different races that could lead to conception.

In other words...

I looked up at Surtr and M3.

Surtr was taking her swimsuit out of a waterproof bag—a black bikini with a thin strap around her neck, barely any fabric. M3 had already started taking off her clothes, pulling a green sweater off her head to reveal her fair upper body, her breasts swaying with the movement, her nipples erect.

"Doctor, why don't you study your book first?" Surtr said, already starting to untie the straps of her black sundress. "Let's go take a shower. You're too dirty."

She took off her skirt, revealing her naked body. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin glowed a cool, white under the light. Her breasts were full, with pale pink nipples that stood erect and firm. Her waist was incredibly slender, her hips rounded, and her legs long and straight. She was still wearing black stockings, but the tops were loose, and the lace trim was wrinkled and digging into her mid-thighs.

She bent down and took off her black stockings. The movements were slow and careful, as if she were deliberately showing them to me. The stockings slowly slipped down from her thighs to her calves, then to her ankles, and finally came off completely, tossing them on the floor. The soles were covered in dust and semen, sticky and leaving damp marks on the floor.

M3 was also naked. Her green sweater and black shorts were lying on the floor. She stood naked at the bathroom door, her dark brown hair hanging over her shoulders, her light green eyes looking at me with a smile on her lips.

"Wait until we're clean," she said, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Surtr followed him inside and closed the door.

Soon, the sound of water could be heard.

I sat back down at my desk and continued flipping through the book.

More details. Possession duration limit – a maximum of 72 hours per possession. Number of split souls limit – theoretically unlimited, but the mental burden on the main body increases exponentially with each additional split soul.

There are also some points to note.

Prolonged possession may damage the host's original consciousness. Frequent switching of possession targets may cause a decrease in soul stability. Breaking through the reproductive barrier may lead to permanent changes in the host's reproductive system...

But I didn't have the mind to look at these things in detail.

There was only one thought in my mind—this bracelet, it fulfilled all my fantasies.

My soul can possess other bodies. I can control the bodies I want to control. I can do whatever I want with them. And... I can break through the reproductive barrier. I can truly, completely, possess them.

My penis is hard again.

The bathrobe was thin, and I could feel my penis slowly erect beneath the fabric, creating a noticeable bulge. The glans rubbed against the rough cotton, causing a slight stinging sensation.

I put down the book, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes.

The sound of running water was still in the bathroom. I could imagine the scene inside—two girls standing naked under the hot water, the water washing over their skin, rinsing away semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat. Surtr's red hair clung wetly to her back, water flowing down her spine, over her buttocks, and between her legs. M3's dark brown hair was also wet, the green highlights at the ends appearing even more vibrant in the steam. Their hands slid across each other's bodies, applying shower gel, massaging their breasts, washing their genitals…

My breathing became heavier and heavier.

I slipped my hand inside my bathrobe and grasped his fully erect penis. It was hard and hot, the glans swollen and red, the urethral opening open, oozing clear pre-ejaculate. I gently stroked it, my thumb rubbing the coronal sulcus.

"Um……"

A groan escaped from his throat.

I quickened my pace. My palm enveloped his penis, stroking it rapidly up and down. More and more pre-ejaculate seeped out, soaking my palm and the glans. I could smell that familiar, fishy scent—semen, sweat, and the smell of desire.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

I quickly let go and straightened my bathrobe. My penis was still erect, pressing against the fabric, but at least it wasn't so obvious anymore.

The door opened.

Steam rose up, carrying the scent of shower gel—the standard Rhode Island lemongrass scent, very refreshing, but mixed in with it was a stronger, more feminine body fragrance.

Surtr came out first.

I was stunned.

She changed into that bikini swimsuit.

The neckband design features a delicate knot at the back, with two thin straps extending from the neck to the shoulders before converging at the back and tying into a bow. The triangular fabric barely covers the fullness of the chest, the edges digging into the fair skin and leaving faint marks. The flesh peeks out from the fabric, white and glistening under the light. The nipples are erect, forming two distinct peaks beneath the thin fabric, their pale pink color faintly visible through the black fabric.

The swimsuit's upper body only reached below her chest, revealing her entire abdomen. Her waist was astonishingly thin, and her abdominal muscles were clearly defined, not in an exaggerated way, but rather as firm, flowing curves. Her navel was small and slightly concave, with smooth skin around it, without an ounce of excess fat.

She wore high-waisted triangle swim trunks, tied with a delicate bow on the side. The fabric clung tightly to her rounded, full hips, perfectly concealing every inch of her curves, yet abruptly ending at the thighs, revealing her long, straight legs. Her legs weren't the slender type, but rather possessed a powerful beauty with clearly defined muscle lines; her thighs were strong, her calves were well-proportioned, and her ankles were delicate.

Her red hair was still wet, draped over her shoulders, water dripping from the ends, gathering into small droplets on her collarbone before flowing down her cleavage and disappearing into the edge of her swimsuit. The pair of curved horns belonging to the Sarkaz peeked out from her wet hair, their horny surfaces reflecting a dark red sheen under the light, like tempered steel.

She walked barefoot on the floor, her toes neatly trimmed, her toenails painted a dark red that matched her hair color. With each step, she left a wet footprint on the floor.

M3 followed beside her.

She also changed into her clothes—Kal'tsit's maid outfit.

A high-necked, long-sleeved black dress in a thick, matte fabric, adorned with a delicate white lace ruffle at the neckline. The dress is impeccably tailored, perfectly accentuating her curves—from her straight shoulders to her cinched waist and the defined lines of her hips. The skirt reaches her knees, also trimmed with a wider white lace border. A row of small, neat black buttons runs along the front of the dress, from below the neckline to the waist, adding a touch of austere formality. The cuffs are fitted and also decorated with white lace.

Overlapping with the dress was a pure white apron. The apron was made of lightweight cotton, with the ties tied into a large, neat bow at the back. A small, simplified Rhode Island logo was embroidered on the chest. The apron's hem was slightly shorter than the inner black skirt, with clean, straight-line edges.

She wore a pair of low-heeled Mary Jane black leather shoes with a smooth surface and rounded toes.

Her dark brown hair was still wet, draped over her shoulders, the green highlights at the ends appearing even more vibrant in the mist. Her light green eyes looked at me, a gentle smile playing on her lips—but I knew that gentleness concealed a mischievous intent.

Two people walked over, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching me in the middle.

"Did you finish the book, Doctor?" Surtr asked, her hand on my shoulder, her fingers gently tracing the side of my neck.

"Hmm." My voice was a little dry.

"What's written in that book?" M3 asked, her hand reaching over from the other side and pressing on my thigh.

"It's written..." I paused, "It's written down all the information about the bracelet. A product of ancient technological civilization. It can split the soul and possess another body. It can freely exit. The body that has been possessed will have muscle memory. And..."

"What else?" Surtr leaned closer, her lips almost touching my ear.

"It can overcome reproductive barriers," I said.

The two girls laughed at the same time.

"So, Doctor, are you even more excited now…?" M3's hand slid to the collar of my bathrobe and gently pulled it open.

The bathrobe was open.

My penis was completely exposed to the air—thick, long, and hard, with a swollen, red glans and an open urethral opening, oozing clear pre-ejaculate. It stood erect, its tip slightly upturned, with veins bulging on the shaft, pulsating slightly with my heartbeat.

"It seems so." Surtr glanced down, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. She crouched down, bringing her face close to my legs, her warm breath landing on the head of my penis.

"Doctor's cock... is so hard..." she whispered, then opened her mouth and took the glans in.

"Ugh...!" My body trembled.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue circling the glans, licking away the pre-ejaculate. Then she slowly swallowed until the entire penis was in her mouth. Her throat contracted, tightly enveloping the penis, making gurgling swallowing sounds.

M3 also squatted down, kneeling next to Surtr. She reached out, grasped my testicles, and gently kneaded them. Her movements were gentle, but effective; I could feel my ejaculation reflex loosening.

"Surtr's mouth... is amazing..." M3 whispered, reaching her other hand in front of Surtr to find her genitals.

"Mmm...!" Surtr's body trembled, her mouth still holding my penis, and she could only let out a muffled moan.

M3's fingers were thrusting in and out of Surtr's vagina, making gurgling sounds. I could see her fingers moving between Surtr's legs, the fabric of her black swim trunks bulging and slightly deforming with each thrust.

"Doctor..." Surtr released his mouth, tilted his head back to look at me, his purple eyes watery, a mixture of saliva and pre-ejaculate still clinging to the corner of his mouth, "Look at us... look at your two split souls... one wearing a swimsuit giving you oral sex... the other wearing a maid outfit inserting her fingers into me..."

Her voice was breathless, seductive, and humiliating.

I looked down at this scene.

Surtr knelt between my legs, her black bikini clinging tightly to her body, her breasts spilling out from the fabric, white and glistening, swaying slightly with her oral sex. Her wet red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her dark red horns gleamed lasciviously under the light. Her mouth held my thick penis, her throat contracting as she swallowed with gurgling sounds.

M3 knelt beside her, dressed in a full maid outfit—a black dress, a white apron, and a neat bow tied at the back. But her hand was inside Surtr's swim trunks, her fingers moving rapidly in and out, making gurgling sounds. Her light green eyes looked at me, a gentle yet wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Is the Doctor going to cum?" Surtr asked, her hand gripping the base of my penis and beginning to stroke it rapidly up and down. "Cum in my mouth...make me swallow it..."

"Shoot it out..." M3's fingers thrust in and out of Surtr's vagina faster. "Let Surtr keep giving you oral sex while she's sucking the Doctor's semen..."

My breathing became more and more rapid. I could feel the pleasure building up wildly in my spine, my ejaculation was starting to loosen, and that familiar, burning sensation about to explode surged deep in my lower abdomen.

"I...I want..."

"Shoot." Surtr clenched his fist tightly.

"Shoot it out." M3 pressed his finger on Surtr's G-spot and pressed hard.

I trembled violently, my penis throbbing in Surtr's hand, thick, hot semen gushing from my glans and shooting into her open mouth. The semen was hot and plentiful; the first spurt went deep into her throat, the rest landed on her tongue and inside her mouth, some spilling from the corners of her lips, running down her chin, and dripping onto her chest and her black swimsuit.

"Gulp... gulp..." Surtr swallowed, her throat contracting repeatedly as she swallowed all the semen. Her cheeks flushed, her purple eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and a few drops of cloudy liquid clung to the corners of her mouth.

She released her mouth, and my penis slid out, the glans still coated with a mixture of semen and saliva. She stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The Doctor's semen... is so thick... so fishy..."

She stood up, a large patch of her black swimsuit's chest soaked with semen; the white, cloudy liquid clung conspicuously to the black fabric. She turned to face M3, then reached out and untied the ribbons of M3's maid outfit apron, lifting the hem of her black dress.

M3's genitals were completely exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse and light brown, but it was now soaked with vaginal fluid, with a few stray hairs sticking to the skin around her labia. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, revealing tender pink flesh inside, which was still wriggling slightly and oozing clear vaginal fluid—the fluid that had flowed out of her from the excitement of being given oral sex by Surtr earlier.

Surtr squatted down, brought her face close to M3's legs, stuck out her tongue, and licked her clitoris.

"Hmm...!" M3's body trembled, and she grabbed Surtr's hair and pressed it down hard.

Surtr began to lick. Her tongue slid across her labia, from her clitoris to her vaginal opening, then probed inside, stirring within her vagina. Her red hair cascaded over M3's legs, and her dark red horns swayed slightly with each lick.

"Ah...! Surtr... tongue... so good..." M3 tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, her dark brown hair cascading backward. Her hands were still gripping Surtr's hair, pressing her face down further between her legs.

I sat in the chair watching, my penis still half-erect, the glans covered in semen and saliva. I could smell the fishy smell of my own semen, the fragrance of the two girls' shower gel and the sweetness of their vaginal fluids, hear the smacking sounds of Surtr licking me, and hear M3's suppressed moans.

After a while, Surtr stood up. M3's vaginal fluid still clung to the corner of her mouth, glistening in the light. She walked over to me and straddled my lap.

This position allowed her genitals to press directly against my lower abdomen. I could feel how wet it was; the fabric of her swim trunks was very thin, and I could feel the outline of her labia, as well as the warm, wet sensation of her vaginal fluid.

She reached out, grabbed my hands, pulled them up, and pressed them against her chest.

"Touch," she said, her voice breathless, "touch my breasts...touch them through my swimsuit..."

My hand pressed against her breasts through the fabric of her black swimsuit. The flesh was soft and full, and I could feel the nipples pressing hard against my palm. I kneaded them forcefully, and the flesh deformed in my palm, spilling out from the edge of the swimsuit, white and alluring against the black fabric.

"Mmm..." Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, "Harder... Doctor... knead my breasts until they're raw..."

I kneaded her breast harder. With one hand, I squeezed her left breast, while the other reached behind her back to untie the straps of her swimsuit. The thin string came undone, and the upper part of the swimsuit slipped down, completely exposing her two full breasts.

The flesh of her breasts was dazzlingly white, the areolas were pale pink, not large, but the nipples were erect and trembling in the air. I lowered my head, took one nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard.

"Ah...! Doctor...you're sucking so hard..." Surtr grabbed my hair and pressed it down forcefully. "The other side...the other side too..."

My lips moved to the other breast and continued to suckle. My tongue circled the areola, and my teeth gently nibbled at the nipple. She could feel a slight sting, her body trembled slightly, but her moans were tinged with excitement.

M3 walked over and knelt down next to me. She reached out, grasped my penis, and began to stroke it up and down.

"Doctor's cock...it's hard again..." she whispered, rubbing the glans with her thumb. "He just ejaculated so much...and now it's so hard again..."

"It's all your fault..." I said, panting.

"Does the doctor want to...?" M3's hand moved faster, "...shoot one more time?"

"think……"

"Where should I cum?" Surtr asked, her hand also reaching down to grasp my penis along with M3's, alternating between her hands stroking it up and down. "On my breasts? Or on M3's maid outfit?"

"Or..." M3 whispered in my ear, "shoot it into Surtr's uterus? Fill her uterus with the Doctor's semen..."

My breathing became completely erratic. Two hands, four hands, were rapidly stroking my penis, Surtr's breasts were deformed in my mouth, the nipples hard against my palate. I could feel the precum seeping out more and more, soaking their fingers and my glans.

"Shoot...shoot on my breasts..." I said, panting.

"Okay." Surtr released her hand from my head, leaning back to expose her breasts completely to me. Her breasts swayed with her movements, her nipples erect and trembling in the air. M3's hand was still rapidly stroking my penis, his thumb constantly rubbing the coronal sulcus.

"I'm going to ejaculate...!"

"Shoot," Surtr said, pinching her nipple between her fingers and gently tugging. "Shoot it all over my breasts...cover them up..."

My whole body tensed, my penis throbbing in M3's hand, thick, white semen gushing from my glans and shooting onto Surtr's breasts. The first spurt landed on the tip of her left nipple, the semen sticking to the pink nipple and flowing down the areola. The second spurt landed in her cleavage, the white liquid accumulating between her breasts before sliding down the curve of her breasts and dripping onto her lower abdomen. The third, the fourth… there was a lot of semen, very thick, completely covering both of her breasts, white and glistening with a lewd sheen under the light.

"Haa...haa..."

I slumped back in the chair, breathing heavily. My penis was still semi-erect, the glans covered in semen, and the urethral opening was slightly open, oozing a clear liquid.

Surtr looked down at the semen on her chest. She reached out, dipped her finger in it, brought it to her lips, and licked it with her tongue.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The Doctor's semen... is so hot... so thick..."

She stood up, the semen dripping down her breasts and onto the floor. She walked to the bed, lay down, and spread her legs wide.

"Doctor," she said, her purple eyes fixed on me, "come in."

I stood up, my legs a little weak, but I still walked to the bedside. M3 followed, knelt beside Surtr's head, and kissed her lips.

I knelt between Surtr's legs, my penis erect again, thick and hard, the head pressed against her vulva. It was wet and hot there; I could feel her pink labia slightly parted, the tender flesh inside gently undulating.

I thrust my hips forward, and the head of my penis slowly slid in.

"Hmm...!" Surtr bit her lower lip, her body tensing.

It's too tight.

Even though she had just been penetrated by fingers, even though she had lost her virginity, even though she had just been brought to orgasm by oral sex, her vagina was still incredibly tight. The tender flesh inside tightly enveloped the glans, moist, soft, yet full of elasticity. I could feel those folds scraping against the coronal sulcus, and I could feel that even moister, softer flesh deep inside—that was the cervix.

I continued to push forward, and my entire penis slowly slid in.

"Haa...haa..." Surtr gasped, her hands gripping the sheets, her fingers digging deep into the fabric. "In...in...all of it..."

My penis was fully inserted deep into her vagina, the head of my penis pressing against her cervix. I could feel the soft flesh slightly deforming beneath my glans, warm and moist, like a small mouth gently sucking.

I started thrusting.

Slowly, but deeply. Each insertion was complete, the glans slamming against the cervix; each withdrawal was almost entirely pulled out, leaving only the glans lodged at the entrance. Her vaginal fluids were drawn out, making gurgling sounds, mixed with semen—the semen that had just been ejaculated on her breasts, now being carried into her vagina by my penis. The cloudy liquid mixed with the clear vaginal fluid overflowed from her opening, flowing down her thighs and wetting the sheets.

"Mmm...ah...Doctor..." Surtr's moans were intermittent, her waist twisting gently with my rhythm, causing my penis to rub against the inner walls of her vagina at different angles. "So...so deep...it's hitting...hitting my cervix..."

I reached up and grabbed the horns on her head.

The pair of curved horns, belonging to the Sarkaz, had smooth, warm keratinous surfaces. I gripped them tightly, like holding reins, controlling her head to tilt her face back, exposing her **** neck.

"Ah...! Doctor...grab my horns..." Surtr's body trembled violently, her vagina contracted even tighter, gripping my penis tightly. "So...so shameful...but...so exciting..."

I gripped her tighter. My hip movements became faster and more forceful. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, the bed creaking and shaking. I could see my penis rapidly moving in and out of her vagina, the glans stretching the opening wide with each insertion, revealing the tender pink flesh inside; each withdrawal brought out a large amount of mixed fluid—semen, vaginal fluid, and traces of blood.

M3 reached down and found Surtr's clitoris, then began to rub it rapidly.

"Ah...! There...! M3... fingers...!" Surtr's body trembled violently, her legs clamping around my waist, pushing my penis even deeper. "I'm... I'm going to come...!"

"Together..." I gasped, my movements becoming faster and harder, my glans slamming against the cervix with each thrust. "Together I ejaculate..."

"Shoot it in..." Surtr tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her red hair spreading across the pillow. "Shoot it into my womb...shoot it all in...fill it...with the Doctor's semen...fill my womb to the brim...make me pregnant..."

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

Surtr trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed from deep within, splashing onto my glans. Almost simultaneously, my penis throbbed inside her, and thick, hot semen gushed from my urethra, shooting deep into her uterus. The semen was hot and plentiful; I could feel the liquid accumulating inside her vagina before overflowing from the opening, mixing with her lustful fluid, and flowing down her thighs.

"Haa...haa..."

I lay on top of Surtr, panting heavily, my penis still inside her. I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting slightly, as if sucking up the semen I had just ejaculated. The semen was hot and plentiful; I could feel the fluid accumulating in her uterus before overflowing from her opening, mixing with her vaginal fluids, and running down her thighs, soaking the sheets.

Surtr's breathing was heavy, her chest heaving, and the semen on her breasts swayed slightly with each breath. Her red hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her purple eyes were half-closed, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was sweet and panting. Her hands were still gripping the sheets, her fingers digging deeply into the fabric.

M3 put his hand on my shoulder.

"Doctor," her voice was soft and gentle, "it's my turn."

I slowly pulled my penis out.

"Pfft—"

With a splashing sound, a large amount of mixed fluid gushed from Surtr's opening—semen, vaginal fluid, and a trace of blood. The fluid dripped onto the sheets, leaving a dark stain. My penis was covered in the same fluid; the glans was swollen and red, the urethral opening slightly open, still oozing clear pre-ejaculate.

I rolled over and lay down on the bed. My legs were weak, my back ached, but my penis was still semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the air.

M3 knelt between my legs, her light green eyes fixed on the penis that had just been withdrawn from Surtr's body. It was covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, cloudy, viscous, and with a faint smell of blood. She stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.

"Mmm..." she sighed contentedly, "The taste of the Doctor and Surtr mixed together..."

She opened her mouth and took the glans in. Her tongue circled the coronal sulcus, licking away the semen and vaginal fluid. Then she slowly swallowed until the entire penis was in her mouth. Her throat contracted, tightly enveloping the penis, making gurgling swallowing sounds.

"Ugh...!" My body trembled.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue nimble, knowing exactly how to stimulate my most sensitive spots. She could feel my glans throbbing deep in her throat, and taste the salty, fishy flavor of my pre-ejaculate. Her hands reached down and gently kneaded my testicles, the movements gentle yet effective.

I looked down at her.

She was still wearing her complete maid outfit—a high-necked, long-sleeved black dress with white lace ruffles at the neckline, a knee-length skirt, and a wider white lace trim at the hem. A pure white apron was tied in a large, neat bow at the back. The apron had a small, simplified Rhodes Island logo embroidered on the chest.

However, her movements and her formal attire created a stark contrast.

Her mouth held my thick penis, and she moved her head up and down rapidly, thrusting it in and out of her throat. Her dark brown hair swayed with the movement, the green highlights at the ends shimmering in the light. Her light green eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks. Her cheeks were flushed, and a mixture of saliva and semen oozed from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her white apron, leaving dark stains.

"M3..." I said breathlessly, "Your maid outfit... is dirty..."

She released her mouth, raised her head, and a mixture of saliva and semen still clung to the corner of her mouth.

"It's alright," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "Kal'tsit's clothes... are meant to be worn."

She stood up, reached behind her back, and untied the ties of her apron. The white apron slipped off and fell to the floor. Then she began to unbutton her black dress.

One, two, three...

She unbuttoned all the buttons and took off her dress. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Her body was completely exposed to the light.

Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, the green highlights at the ends standing out vividly against her fair skin. Her breasts were full, the flesh rising and falling gently with her breath, the pale pink nipples erect and firm. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and her navel small. Her pubic hair was sparse, light brown, and neatly trimmed. Her vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing tender pink flesh inside, still gently pulsating, oozing clear, lustful fluid—the fluid that had flowed from her excitement during the oral sex she had given me.

She was barefoot on the ground, her black Mary Jane shoes lying to one side. Her feet were beautifully shaped, her toes neatly trimmed, and her toenails cleanly manicured.

She came over and straddled my lap.

This position allowed her genitals to press directly against my lower abdomen. I could feel it was wet there, with her juices slowly seeping out and wetting my skin. Her hand grasped my penis, guiding the glans to press against her vaginal opening.

"Doctor," she said, her light green eyes fixed on me, "come in."

I pushed my waist up, and the head of my penis slowly squeezed in.

"Mmm...!" M3 bit her lower lip, her body tensing up.

It's very tight.

It was even tighter than Surtr's vagina. The tender inner walls gripped the glans tightly, moist, soft, yet full of elasticity. I could feel the folds scraping against the coronal sulcus, and I could feel that even moister, softer patch of tender flesh deep inside.

I continued to push upwards, and my entire penis slowly slid in.

"Haa...haa..." M3 gasped for breath, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "In...in...all of it...in..."

My penis was fully inserted deep into her vagina, the head of my penis pressing against her cervix. I could feel the soft flesh slightly deforming beneath my glans, warm and moist, like a small mouth gently sucking.

I started thrusting.

It was slow, but deep. Each insertion was complete, the glans slamming against the cervix; each withdrawal was almost entirely pulled out, leaving only the glans lodged at the entrance. My vaginal fluids were drawn out, making gurgling sounds, dripping onto my lower abdomen and wetting my skin.

"Mmm...ah...Doctor..." M3's moans were intermittent, her waist twisting gently with my rhythm, causing my penis to rub against the inner walls of her vagina at different angles. "So...so deep...it's hitting...hitting the cervix..."

I reached up and grasped her breast. The flesh was soft and full, and I could feel the nipple pressing hard against my palm. I kneaded it forcefully, and the flesh deformed in my palm, overflowing between my fingers.

"Ah...! Doctor... rub my breasts... rub them harder..." M3 tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her dark brown hair cascading backward, "rub my breasts raw..."

I rubbed harder. With one hand, I kneaded her left breast, while the other hand reached down to find her clitoris and began to rub it rapidly.

"Ah...! There...!" M3's body trembled violently, her legs clamping tightly around my waist, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. "I'm...I'm going to come...!"

"Together..." I gasped, my movements becoming faster and harder, my glans slamming against the cervix with each thrust. "Together I ejaculate..."

"Shoot it in..." M3 tilted his head back, his neck forming a graceful arc, "Shoot it into my womb...shoot it all in...fill it up..."

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

M3 trembled violently, her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed from deep within, splashing onto my glans. Almost simultaneously, my penis throbbed inside her, and thick, hot semen gushed from my urethra, shooting deep into her uterus. The semen was hot and plentiful; I could feel the liquid accumulating inside her vagina before overflowing from the opening, mixing with her lustful fluid, flowing down her thighs, and dripping onto my legs.

"Haa...haa..."

I collapsed, leaning against the headboard, breathing heavily.

M3 lay on top of me, her dark brown hair cascading over my chest, her light green eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a sweet, panting quality. Her breasts pressed against my chest; the flesh was soft and warm, and I could feel her heartbeat.

After a while, she slowly withdrew her body.

"Pfft—"

The sound of water resumed. A large amount of mixed liquid gushed from her vagina—semen and vaginal fluid. The liquid dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, which was still gently pulsating, oozing a clear liquid and cloudy semen.

She lay down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Doctor," she whispered, "all three of us... had an orgasm."

I turned my head and looked in the other direction.

Surtr still lay there, her red hair disheveled, her purple eyes half-closed, her chest heaving violently. Her vaginal opening was slightly ajar, and semen and vaginal fluid were slowly seeping out, flowing down her thighs. The upper part of her black bikini swimsuit was still open, her breasts completely exposed, covered with dried semen, white and gleaming lewdly under the light.

The three of them remained silent, with only heavy breathing echoing in the room.

The doctor raised his hand and looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

"Now it's time to prepare for the next experiment."

***

I opened my eyes. The ceiling was made of the familiar metal plating of a Rhodes Island ship. Cold white light seeped in through the gaps; it must have been the automatic lighting system for seven in the morning.

My body is very heavy.

It wasn't the kind of heaviness you get from an injury, it was... exhaustion. Like I'd just fought a high-intensity battle; my muscles ached, and even my bones felt weak. I propped myself up on my arms, the blanket slipping down to my waist. I was wearing the black tank top and shorts I slept in, and the fabric felt a little... strange against my skin.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong. My skin seems to have become more sensitive. The bra straps of my tank top are digging into my shoulders, something I would never normally notice, but now I feel that pressure very clearly. The skin on my inner thighs also feels a bit...sticky? I lifted the blanket to take a look, and my skin was clean, without any sweat or anything. But something just doesn't feel right.

I got out of bed, my feet touching the floor. The metal floor was cold, the chill creeping up from my feet and making me shiver. I walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and hung inside my usual black combat outfit—a jacket, a slip dress, black stockings, and combat boots. I reached for it, and as my fingers touched the fabric of the slip dress, a scene suddenly flashed through my mind.

The black slip dress had one strap slipped down, revealing a large, sticky wet patch on the chest, like... ice cream?

I shook my head. What a load of nonsense.

I put on my clothes. The movements were slow, because my body wasn't quite obeying me. As I slipped on the black stockings, my fingers lingered on the middle of my thigh—the skin there was a little red, as if something had been binding it, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there. I tied the laces of my combat boots, stood up, and straightened myself in front of the mirror.

The person in the mirror was me. Red hair, purple eyes, horns peeking out from my hair, the dark red cuticles gleaming coldly under the light. My face was expressionless, just like usual. But my eyes… seemed a little unfocused? I blinked, trying to focus.

Never mind, I probably just didn't sleep well.

I stepped out of the room and closed the door. The corridor was quiet, save for the low hum of the ship's engines. Cool white light streamed from the ceiling, illuminating the gleaming metal floor and walls. The air smelled of disinfectant, along with a faint aroma of breakfast—the mess hall must have started serving.

I walked towards the cafeteria. My steps were unsteady, the floor barely registering my weight. Fragmented images still lingered in my mind: a black sundress, a wet chest, and… a hand? Whose hand? Pressed against her chest, kneading hard, flesh spilling out between her fingers…

I stopped, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath.

What happened?

"Surtr?"

The sound came from the front.

I looked up. The Doctor stood at the corner of the corridor, holding a stack of documents, looking at me. He was wearing Rhodes Island's standard uniform, his black lab coat open, revealing a dark shirt and trousers underneath. His face wore his usual…gentle? Or rather, emotionless expression.

"Good morning," he said. "You don't look well, haven't you had enough rest?"

I looked at his face. A very ordinary face, black hair, black eyes, nothing special. But my gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on his hands. His fingers were long, with distinct knuckles, gripping the edge of the document, his fingertips pressing against the paper, revealing faint blue veins.

Those hands...

The same image flashed through my mind again. The same hand, pressed against my chest, kneading my breasts. Fingers dug into the flesh, harder and harder, the nipples hard against my palm…

My breathing quickened.

"Surtr?" the doctor called out again, taking a step forward.

He drew closer.

I can smell his scent. Disinfectant, paper, and a little... very faint, like semen? No, that's impossible. It must be my imagination.

But his scent filled my nostrils, traveled down my trachea, and penetrated deep into my lower abdomen. Suddenly, it felt hot there. Hot, empty, as if something was churning and contracting. My vagina…it felt wet inside? I could feel my underwear getting soaked, sticky and clinging to that spot.

My legs started to feel weak.

"Are you alright?" The doctor walked up to me, reaching out as if to touch my forehead.

He reached out his hand.

My gaze was fixed on that hand. Fingers, palm, wrist… a bracelet was worn on the wrist. Dark silver metal, with fine patterns on the surface, like some kind of ancient script, or perhaps a circuit diagram.

That bracelet...

A burst of white light exploded in my mind.

Countless images flooded in. A black slip dress was lifted to the waist, black stockings were torn, a thick penis was inserted into my vagina, the glans pressed against my cervix, semen shot in, hot and thick, filling my uterus…

"Ugh...!"

I covered my mouth, my body trembling violently. My vision blurred, everything went black; I could only make out the doctor's face and the bracelet on his wrist. The heat within me completely overwhelmed me; vaginal fluid gushed from my opening, soaking my underwear and flowing down my thighs. I could feel it, I could clearly feel it; my vagina was contracting, writhing, as if yearning for something to penetrate me, to thrust in hard, to reach the very depths…

I want him.

I want a PhD.

I want his penis inside me, I want him to fuck me hard, I want him to ejaculate into my uterus and fill me with his semen...

The thought tore at my reason like a wild beast. I lunged forward, grabbed the doctor's wrist, and dragged him toward the nearby storeroom.

"Surtr? What are you doing—"

I ignored him. I was strong enough that he couldn't break free. I kicked open the storage room door, shoved him inside, then slammed the door shut and locked it.

The storage room was dark, with only a sliver of light filtering in through the crack in the door. It was piled high with cleaning tools and spare parts, and the air smelled of dust and machine oil.

The professor leaned against the wall, his documents scattered on the floor. He looked at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but more than that, it was...inquiry?

I walked over, pinned him against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

My movements were rough; my teeth struck his lips, tasting a hint of blood. My tongue slipped inside, swirling in his mouth, licking his teeth, his palate, sucking on his tongue. Saliva exchanged, making soft, wet sounds.

His body stiffened for a moment, then he raised his hand as if to push me away. But I was too strong; I grabbed his hand, pressed it against the wall, and pressed my body tightly against him.

I could feel his penis. Hard through my pants, pressing against my lower abdomen. It was thick and long, just like I remembered... no, just like I imagined.

I started to twist my waist, letting my genitals rub against his penis through the fabric. My soaked underwear offered little protection; I could feel the outline of his glans and the heat of his penis. My vagina contracted even more intensely, and my vaginal fluids gushed out, soaking my pants and his as well.

“Surtr…” The doctor’s voice was a little hoarse. He turned his head away from my kiss. “Calm down…”

Calm?

How can I stay calm?

I released his wrist and started unbuttoning my jacket. The zipper came off, the jacket was off, and I threw it on the floor. Then came the straps of my sundress; I wanted to pull them down, to expose my breasts, to let him touch them, to let him knead them, to let him suckle…

But the moment my fingers touched the bra strap, a voice suddenly rang in my mind.

--What are you doing?

I was stunned.

The movement stopped.

What am I doing?

I...I'm kissing the doctor? I'm taking off my clothes? I want him to fuck me?

Why?

I stumbled back, bumping into the shelf behind me. Several wrenches fell and crashed to the ground with a loud thud. I covered my face and shook my head violently.

No.

wrong.

This is not me.

I could never do such a thing. I could never want a doctor. I could never... be so lewd.

My face was burning hot, and my ears were ringing. I looked down and saw my chest—the neckline of my sundress was torn, and one breast was almost completely exposed, the nipple erect and trembling in the air. My legs were wet, and the crotch of my pants was a dark patch, the stain of my vaginal fluid.

I... what am I...?

I turned around, opened the door, and rushed out.

The light in the corridor was so bright it hurt my eyes. I kept my head down and walked quickly forward, not daring to look back. My footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, loud and chaotic, just like my heartbeat.

I fled back to my room.

I closed the door, locked it, and slid down to the floor, leaning against the door panel. My breathing was heavy, my chest heaving. I hugged my knees and buried my face in them.

My body is still hot. My vagina is still contracting, and my vaginal fluids are still flowing out. The images keep flashing through my mind—a black sundress, a thick penis, white semen…

What's wrong with me?

***

The doctor stood in the storeroom, looking at the documents and tools scattered all over the floor, as well as the black jacket that Surtr had thrown on the floor.

He bent down and picked up the jacket. The fabric was thick, and it carried her scent—the mineral smell of cooled lava, and a hint of the salty dampness of sweat. He dusted it off and draped the jacket over his arm.

Then he raised his wrist and looked at the bracelet.

The dark silver metal gleamed coldly in the dim light, its surface patterns seeming to come alive, subtly flowing. He could feel the bracelet getting hot—not physically hot, but as if some kind of energy was surging and resonating within it.

He smiled.

It's very light, but very real.

The book is right. After the split soul leaves, the trained body will produce physiological reactions. Surtr's performance just now—that uncontrollable sexual urge, that lewd physical reaction, that shameful yet longing look in his eyes—perfectly proves this point.

She didn't even remember the specifics of what happened. Her body remembered it all. She remembered the feeling of being fucked, the feeling of being ejaculated inside, the pleasure of being conquered.

That's why I lost control when I saw him. That's why I dragged him into the storage room, forcibly kissed him, and tried to take off my clothes.

The reproductive barrier breaking down also took effect. Her body craved his semen, craved conception. Although she herself might not have realized it yet.

The Doctor walked out of the storeroom and closed the door. The corridor was empty; Surtr had fled. But he could imagine what she looked like in the room now—confused, ashamed, her body still hot, her vagina still wet, her mind filled with incomprehensible impulses.

The plan was a success.

He looked down, flipping through the documents in his hand. At the top was a list of operators, complete with photos and basic information. His finger slid across the paper, stopping at a name.

Who should I possess next...?