Chapter Three: The Disguise Game in Paris.

Three weeks after the mission ended, Zero received an encrypted email: the organization had approved his short leave, while also requiring him to travel to a secret research base outside Lyon, France, to test the latest generation of "bionic pseudo-skin"—the prototype codenamed "Eve-Δ".

It is said that this generation is no longer a simple nano-bodysuit, but a highly anthropomorphic biological symbiote that can autonomously learn the wearer's desires and even actively secrete lubricant, contract flesh walls, or erect nipples without external stimulation, like a perpetually thirsty second body.

When Zero arrived, the base was hidden beneath an abandoned monastery at the foot of Mont Blanc. The laboratory lights were cold, and the lead researcher—a blonde female doctor named Alice—was personally demonstrating to him.

“Eve-Δ no longer requires manual donning.” She smiled and pressed the button. A milky-white gel-like substance slowly flowed from the culture tank, crawling onto Zero's naked body like a living thing. The gel first enveloped her from the toes, cool and smooth like a lover's tongue licking her.

Zero let out a low groan, feeling countless tiny tentacles tracing beneath his skin. The gel-like substance enveloped him like warm honey, yet it carried countless tiny suction cups, slowly sucking at his skin. When it slid to the base of his thigh, a bundle of soft protrusions suddenly separated, gently wrapping around his penis, like a warm palm slowly stroking it. The glans was completely swallowed, and the coronal sulcus was repeatedly sucked by the tiny suction cups. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

“It’s learning your sensitive spots,” Alice explained, her voice tinged with excitement. The gel continued upwards, folding and shaping the penis and scrotum completely inwards, forming a perfect female slit. The inner walls were covered with anthropomorphic folds and granules, capable of autonomous peristalsis like a real vagina.

At this moment, it was gently contracting, squeezing his hidden glans, bringing waves of warm, sucking sensation. The changes in the chest were the most dramatic. The gel was injected into two clumps of biogel, which quickly swelled into I-cup breasts, the flesh so heavy that it almost sagged, the areolas deep pink and slightly bulging, the nipples hard as two ripe grapes, the areolas stained deep pink and slightly bulging, like two blooming roses.

Zero looked down at the two large, snow-white breasts swaying in front of her chest and couldn't help but reach out to cup them. The moment her fingertips touched the flesh, her nipples twitched as if she had been electrocuted, a current shot through her lower body, her disguised clitoris twitched violently, and fluid spurted from her vulva once again.

"...Too...sensitive..." he gasped, his voice now completely female, sweet and naturally seductive.

Eve-Δ even simulates subtle vein patterns; a gentle touch will make the nipples feel hot and swollen, as if being suckled by a lover. Finally, there's the face and hair.

With her facial features covered in gel and her bone structure subtly adjusted, Zero saw a completely new version of herself in the mirror: long, golden curls, lake-blue eyes, full red lips, snow-white skin, and a sexy beauty mark on the side of her neck. Her name was "Ivy," a stunningly beautiful woman resembling a French supermodel.

The matching black pantyhose are Eve-Δ's proprietary technology—ultra-thin, subtly patterned lace that extends from the thighs to the waist, with an open crotch design that fully exposes the pinkish folds of flesh. The inside of the pantyhose is covered with tiny raised dots, which rub against the inner thighs and the edges of the labia with every step, bringing a continuous tingling sensation.

“It will adjust its sensitivity according to your desires,” Alice whispered. “Now, you can completely surrender to its control.” The first phase of the test was “vacation mode.” Zero—now Ivy—was allowed to wear Eve-Δ and move freely in downtown Paris for 24 hours to collect feedback data in a real-world environment.

The Parisian afternoon sun was perfect. She wore a low-cut, tight-fitting dress, her I-cup breasts almost bursting out of the fabric, her cleavage so deep it could hold a phone. Her long, black-stockinged legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of the dress, and with each step, Eve-Δ gently moved between her legs, like countless tiny tongues licking her clitoris.

She had to bite her lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. She strolled along the Seine, the wind lifting her skirt and revealing the black lace trim of her stockings. Passersby frequently turned to look, their gazes burning like fire against her body. Sensing these stares, Eve-Δ intensified the stimulation—her vulva began to secrete copious amounts of nectar, slowly sliding down the inside of her black stockings; her nipples hardened, their outlines clearly visible beneath her bra; her clitoris was repeatedly sucked by the internal suction cups, waves of pleasure washing over her.

She found a bench by the river and sat down, her legs slightly apart, letting Eve-Δ "play" with her in the quiet corner where no one was watching. Her vaginal walls contracted involuntarily, like an invisible penis slowly thrusting in and out. Her large breasts throbbed painfully, her nipples rubbing against the rough lining of her bra, almost bringing her to orgasm. "...No...too sensitive..." she gasped, speaking to herself in French, her voice sweet and cloying, like a spoiled child. Just as she was about to lose control, a strange feeling washed over her—someone was following her.

She pretended to adjust her skirt, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse behind her: a man in a gray trench coat, wearing sunglasses, maintaining a distance of fifty meters. Not an ordinary lecher; his gaze was too calm, too professional. Zero's assassin instincts instantly awakened.

Eve-Δ sensed the danger and deliberately lowered her sensitivity, suppressing the pleasure to a minimum, entering "combat support mode"—muscle fiber strengthening, joint flexibility increased, and an invisible armor layer formed under her skin. She got up, turned into an alley, and deliberately slowed her pace.

The alley led to a dead end. She turned around, leaning against the cold brick wall, her I-cup breasts thrust out, her eyes filled with seductive allure. "Sir, you've been following me for so long, do you want a taste?"

Ivy chuckled softly in French, her voice tuned to its most alluring frequency by Eve-Δ, the last syllable trailing off like silk. The man removed his sunglasses, revealing an Eastern European face, his eyes cold and sharp: "The prototype of Eve-Δ... someone offered a billion euros for it. Along with your body."

He lunged suddenly, his stun dagger aimed straight for her heart, blue-white arcs of electricity leaping across the blade. Zero's reaction was lightning fast. Eve-Δ instantly switched to combat mode: her sensitivity wasn't completely shut down, but precisely controlled at the "edge of orgasm"—not hindering her movements, yet transforming every impact into intense sexual pleasure.

She dodged to the side, her large breasts swaying violently from the inertia, the flesh slamming against the wall, her nipples scraping against the rough brick surface, hard as if about to burst. A jolt of electricity shot through her lower body, her disguised clitoris throbbed, and a small stream of warm nectar spurted from deep within her vulva, sliding down the inside of her black stockings to her knees.

The man's first strike missed, and the dagger ripped through her skirt, leaving a long gash. Her black lace stockings were completely exposed, and the pink slit at the base of her thigh glistened in the dim alley light. "Damn..." the man cursed under his breath, but his eyes instantly burned with desire, a mixture of lust and a sense of duty.

Eve curled her red lips into a smile and took the initiative to meet him. She raised her leg, her long, black-stockinged leg sweeping towards the man's head like a whip. Eve-Δ channeled explosive power into her leg muscles, kicking him in the shoulder. The man staggered back, but seized the opportunity to grab her ankle and yanked her hard. She lost her balance and fell forward, landing directly on top of the man.

I-cup breasts slammed heavily against his chest, most of their flesh spilling out from the low-cut neckline, the edges of their areolas peeking out. Their nipples rubbed against his military bulletproof vest through the thin fabric, the rough nylon fibers scraping like sandpaper, causing an explosion of pain and pleasure simultaneously.

"...Mmm!" She couldn't help but gasp, her voice trembling sweetly. The man was completely overwhelmed by the fragrance and softness of her body. He growled and pinned her to the ground, forcefully spreading her legs apart with his knee.

The black stockings were roughly torn apart with a "ripping" sound, splitting from the root of the thigh all the way to the knee, completely exposing the crotch, and the constantly writhing flesh was exposed to the cold air, the labia thick and swollen, and honey-like fluid was pulled out in glistening strands.

“You monster…you’re so horny.” He panted, one hand gripping her neck, the other reaching between her legs, his rough fingers ruthlessly parting her labia and thrusting into her tight passage. Eve-Δ reacted instantly: her flesh walls writhed and sucked at the invading fingers like living things, the folds scraping against her knuckles, amplifying the pleasure fivefold and transmitting it back to the unreal glans.

He felt his penis being violently gripped by a hot, wet, fleshy sheath, the coronal sulcus being repeatedly crushed by the granules, the tingling and numbness almost causing him to ejaculate. "Ha... ah..." Ivy arched her back, her large breasts bouncing on her chest, her nipples hard and purple.

Stimulated by the contractions of the vaginal opening, the man's eyes reddened. He withdrew his fingers, unzipped his pants, and a thick, long penis with bulging veins sprang out, its glans erect, pressing against the wet opening. "I'll fuck you first, then take the data!"

He thrust his hips forward, penetrating her completely. "Ahhh—!" Eve screamed, her voice high-pitched and wanton. Eve-Δ transformed the feeling of penetration into ultimate pleasure, her glans being enveloped and squeezed by layers of flesh, as if being sucked by countless tiny mouths at the same time.

The man began thrusting wildly, each time pulling out to the entrance of the vagina before plunging in again, slamming against the fake cervix and sending up large amounts of white, foamy fluid. The large breasts swayed violently with each thrust, the flesh slapping against his chest with a "slap, slap" sound.

The man bent down and bit down on one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling hard, leaving deep red teeth marks on the areola. His other hand pinched her buttocks, his nails digging into the skin beneath the black stockings.

As pleasure reached its peak, Eve-Δ whispered in Zero's mind:

"Host, he's about to ejaculate... Should we counterattack now? Or should we have an orgasm first?" Zero **** himself to remain sane.

The man's movements grew increasingly violent, his penis thrusting in and out of the vagina rapidly, the glans swollen, about to ejaculate. Just as he growled, "Damn...it's too tight—", Ivy's hands suddenly gripped the back of his neck, her fingertips flashing out bone blades that precisely pierced his carotid artery.

Blood spurted out, splattering all over her large breasts and cheeks. The man's eyes widened, his body stiffened, his penis still deeply buried inside her, scalding semen shooting into the deepest part of her.

As Eve gasped for breath, she pushed the corpse away, her lower body convulsing uncontrollably. Eve-Δ triggered her orgasm mode on its own, her vagina contracting violently, squeezing the gradually softening penis and sucking out all the remaining semen. At the same time, she spurted out a large gush of fluid mixed with blood, wetting the ground.

She slumped beside the corpse, her large breasts covered in bloodstains and bite marks, her black stockings tattered, and her crotch a mess. Eve-Δ gently writhed to soothe her, licking her sensitive spots like a lover, leaving a lingering afterglow.

"[Host, you really enjoyed yourself.]" The symbiote chuckled in her mind. "[Next time, should we leave them alive so we can play with them a little longer?]" Ivy wiped the blood from her face, stood up, her skirt billowing in the wind. She looked down at the corpse on the ground and kicked it.

"A billion euros? Maybe in your next life." She straightened her tattered clothes, her huge breasts still swaying, the flesh between her legs still twitching slightly, leaving traces of battle and intercourse, before disappearing into the Parisian night.