Chapter Two: The Trap of Lingering Fragrance

When he landed, his legs were still a little weak. It felt as if the general's semen still lingered deep inside him. The emptiness of being completely filled and then suddenly emptied made him curse, which was rare for him.

Mission accomplished, payment received. He should have immediately disappeared into the city's dark alleys. But as he climbed into the lower-level safe house and opened his terminal to check follow-up information, an encrypted message popped up on the screen.

[New Commission: Continue to infiltrate as "Lina" and retrieve the USB drive from the General's safe. Triple reward. Deadline: Tonight.] The client is the same. Zero narrowed his eyes. The General clearly hadn't had time to hand over the USB drive before he died, and the safe's biometric lock could only be opened with Lina's fingerprint and iris scan—or rather, only his pseudonym could perfectly replicate it.

“…Interesting.” He chuckled softly, tapping “accept” on the terminal. He could have refused, but besides the triple reward, there was another reason: the pleasure he had just experienced from that large-breasted, black-stockinged body far exceeded his expectations. The tactile amplification from the nanosensors allowed him to experience, for the first time, the convulsive orgasm of being roughly penetrated by a man.

That illusion of being utterly conquered from within is addictive, like a ****. Zero retrieves a spare pseudo-skin suit—an upgraded version custom-made for Lina. This time, the nano-bodysuit is thinner, with a 50% increase in sensor density, maximizing the feedback intensity in intimate areas. Furthermore, it incorporates a built-in micro-hormone release module, capable of simulating the fluid spray and muscle spasms of a female orgasm when needed, so realistic that even the most discerning lover wouldn't notice.

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the unfamiliar desire, only to find his fingers involuntarily sliding down his lower abdomen. When his fingertips touched the glans, he let out a low groan, grasped the penis still wet with semen, and began to stroke it rapidly. Flashes of the general's rough thrusts, Kyle—no, he hadn't met Kyle yet—the scalding heat of the general's ejaculation flashed through his mind.

After a dozen or so thrusts, he ejaculated onto the mirror. The semen slid down the glass, but the emptiness didn't lessen; instead, it deepened. "...Damn it." He gasped as he wiped away the traces, forcing himself to calm down.

Late that night, Zero activated the new kit again. This time, the backup kit was an upgraded version: higher sensor density, controllable hormone module, and maximum feedback intensity from intimate areas.

The black stockings were replaced with coarse mesh fishnet stockings, with a wider crotch that extended almost from the buttocks to below the abdomen. Putting on the bodysuit felt like a slow ****. Starting from the toes, the cool, slippery nanomaterial felt like countless wet tongues licking upwards.

As the material enveloped his calves and thighs, he began to tremble slightly. When it slid down to his groin, forcibly folding his penis and scrotum inward, the feeling of being squeezed and swallowed up made him almost unable to stand. The glans was precisely mapped as a swollen clitoris, and every fold of the coronal sulcus corresponded to the sensitive nerve plexus masquerading as the inner labia.

As the flesh slits formed, it even automatically secreted a lubricating fluid with a faint musky scent, which slid down the inner thighs. The breasts swelled even more dramatically—H-cup breasts hung heavily on the chest, the flesh so full that it would overflow between the fingers when grasped, the areolas were deep pink, and the nipples were as hard as two ripe berries.

Zero couldn't help but lift one of the mounds with both hands and knead it hard. When her fingertips rubbed against the nipple, a current shot through her lower body, and the disguised vaginal opening suddenly contracted, spurting out a small stream of clear liquid.

“...Haa…” Lina’s sweet voice escaped from her throat. He looked at the lewd body in the mirror. The black fishnet stockings were stuck into the flesh of her thighs, leaving red marks. Her huge breasts swayed and rippled. The wet slit between her legs glistened under the light.

He knelt on the ground, his hands irresistibly reaching for his private parts. Two fingers easily parted his thick labia and thrust into his tight opening. The sensor amplified each thrust into a direct stimulation of his glans, like being roughly handled by a hot hand.

He quickened his pace, twisting her nipple hard with his other hand, her large breasts deforming and bouncing against his chest. "Ah...I'm...going to come..." In less than a minute, he screamed and climaxed, the hormone module triggered, his vagina spasmed violently, and a stream of warm fluid gushed out, splashing onto the mirror. His legs were so weak he could barely kneel, yet he still felt empty, wishing he could be filled with a real penis immediately.

Barely managing to compose herself, Zero—now Lena—re-entered the suite through the private entrance. The general's body had been cleaned up, the scene staged as a natural ****. The safe opened easily, and the USB drive was in her hands. Just as she got up to leave, a familiar, deep male voice sounded behind her.

“Lina, you’re back so quickly. The General’s bed is still warm, and you’re already hungry again?” Zero turned around. Kyle stood in the bedroom doorway, his military uniform impeccably tailored, his eyes fixed on him like a wolf’s. “Kyle… what are you doing here?” Zero coquettishly asked in Lina’s voice, thrusting out his H-cup breasts and deliberately letting them tremble. Kyle approached, his nostrils flaring: “You smell of semen… but no, it’s not the General’s.”

He suddenly reached out, grabbed Zero's chin, and **** him to look up. "Who are you?" His suspicions were now clear. Zero's heart sank, but he didn't panic. The only way out was to keep him calm.

“I…I just want you.” He looked at Kyle seductively, pressing his large breasts against Kyle’s chest, his long legs encased in fishnet stockings brushing against Kyle’s crotch. Kyle’s breathing was noticeably heavier, but his eyes remained cold and sharp: “Let me see!”

He roughly pushed Zero onto the bed, tore open the crotch of her fishnet stockings, and a penis thicker and longer than the General's sphincter sprang out, its glans erect, reaching straight into her moist vulva.

"Sit on top yourself," he commanded. Ling bit her lip, straddled his waist, and held onto his burning hot member with both hands, aiming it at her opening, and slowly sat down. "Ah—!" The sensation of penetration exploded instantly.

The upgraded sensors magnified every inch of the intrusion to the ****; he felt his glans being swallowed whole by a tight, hot vagina, the coronal sulcus scraped against the layers of flesh. At the climax, his glans pressed hard against the disguised cervix, as if trying to pierce through the body. Kyle grabbed his waist and thrust upwards violently.

His enormous breasts swayed violently against his chest, his nipples sucked and bitten hard by him. Zero's consciousness was almost overwhelmed by pleasure; his vagina contracted wildly, gushing out streams of fluid that soaked their joined bodies. "Fuck...you slut..." Kyle panted, flipping him over and pinning him beneath him, thrusting wildly like a pile driver, each stroke pulling to the entrance before plunging in again, bringing up large amounts of white, foamy fluid.

Just as Kyle was about to ejaculate and at his lowest point, Zero swiftly pulled out a miniature dagger hidden under his pillow and slit his throat. Blood splattered onto his large breasts, Kyle's eyes widened, and he collapsed, clutching his neck. Zero, panting, pushed the corpse aside, her lower body still convulsing from being filled, her vagina slightly open, leaking a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.

He couldn't let her stay any longer. He quickly activated the emergency dissolution mode; the nano-bodysuit began to melt, her large breasts deflated, and her black stockings slipped down. He retrieved a spare identity suit from a hidden compartment by the bedside—this time, it was another woman's disguise: a well-proportioned, short-haired secretary type with C-cup breasts, flesh-colored pantyhose, and no exaggerated features.

The change of clothes took only fifteen seconds. He transformed back into an ordinary secretary, wiped away the bloodstains, and staged the scene to appear as if Kyle had **** Lina and then been killed in self-defense, with Lina fleeing in panic. Then, he swaggered out of the suite through the main entrance and blended into the building's night shift staff corridor.

The surveillance footage only showed an innocent secretary leaving, still shaken. Night swallowed his figure.