"Rena, once Ze-kun's done showering, wanna hop in together?" Sakura whispered from the same bed, wearing Rena's spare pajamas.
"Skipping a day won't kill us," Rena answered from the vanity, wiping off makeup. She was already stunning bare-faced, collagen for days, but that never stopped the ritual.
"Rena… you, your mom, Ze-kun—doesn't that whole setup bother you at all?" Sakura finally voiced the itch.
Rena didn't even flinch. "Why would it? Now the three of us get to stay together forever!" "People would kill for this life. Besides, you know how insane Ze-kun is in bed. Think I could handle him solo?" "My own mom's gotta pull her weight. Look at that fertility-goddess ass—she's built for sharing the load!"
Sakura's brain short-circuited at the filial piety. A giggle escaped before she could stop it.
"Speaking of insane… his dick is straight-up absurd." Sakura flushed, fingers sketching an exaggerated length in the air.
"Right?!" Rena snapped her compact shut with a triumphant clack. "Boyfriends like him are one in ten billion."
A wicked grin flashed. She pounced, pinning Sakura to the mattress. "Sakura, have your boobs gotten bigger?!"
"Quit it, they have not—hey!"
They wrestled, equal parts laughter and squeals, until the lights clicked off.
Pitch black.
The door eased open. A shadow glided in.
Rena was deep in dreamland when fingers clamped her ankle. She jolted awake—then got dragged across the sheets by irresistible force.
"Wh—" The protest died.
Only one man walked around with that kind of silhouette.
Su Ze had dialed his perception to zero. Blind-box night had begun. First pull: Rena.
"Ze-kun, why are your eyes closed?" she whispered.
No answer. Hands lifted, yanked—pajama bottoms and panties vanished in one motion. Two pale legs fell open like a blooming lily.
Shame he couldn't see it.
He didn't ask permission. Just thrust.
She was already slick—always ready for him. Rena clapped a hand over her mouth, heart soaring. He came to ME first. He loves me most!
Minutes later his palm brushed another leg. He tugged. Long, silky hair—Sakura. Stacked her atop Rena like a human sandwich.
Both girls bit back moans, perfect teamwork.
Cheese poured, cookie complete. Su Ze slipped out for the next room.
In the dark hallway, his demon brain kicked into overdrive.
A kaleidoscopic void.
A sword-wielding hero stepped into a pitch-black cave. Evil pulsed from within—definitely a monster den.
Unfazed, he ventured deeper. Found the creature's bed. Seized thick, toned thighs, dragged them forward.
The monster thrashed—until the hero ripped away its flimsy armor. Silence.
By the swollen, steaming mound, he guessed: Noble-blooded blonde succubus!
Evolution speed: lightning. Prolonged battle? She'd throw hips like a battering ram—shameless by nature. A brutal duel awaited.
Justice prevailed. The succubus wailed, seeded with righteous essence.
The holy blade drooped, spent. Fearing retaliation, the hero fled.
Two steps later—another cave!
The sword flared with righteous fury, full HP.
Door locked. Monster wary. No problem.
Hero plucked a flexible hair, picked the lock. Click.
Inside, he ghosted to the bed, slipped under the covers—backstab incoming.
The monster stirred.
Hero's hand clamped its mouth; the other seized its lethal weakness. Two monsters in one bed—he'd break them one by one.
This one surrendered fast, guiding the holy blade into its private hot spring.
So obedient!
He groped the plump bunny—still blind. Then nudged the impossibly smooth rear. Eggshell silk.
Confirmed: Spider Empress, Queen of Saint Maiden Jungle.
Rumor said rats had invaded her domain—probably why she was slumming it here.
Knowledge is power. Hero knelt, locked hips, unleashed hell.
Three minutes of pounding—clockwork. Sticky silk erupted, scalding his shaft.
Furious, he hammered like a cold-blooded exterminator. Smack-smack-smack.
The second monster woke—wrapped around him from behind, slippery as sin. Almost made him abandon the empress.
Vile temptress!
Three cannon shots sent the empress to the ether. Hero flipped the newcomer.
Classic Japanese yokai—Jorogumo. Seduced men with a woman's body; now the empress's pet thug.
Death sentence.
invoking the goddess, he claimed a strange spray. Parted the spider's valley, hss-hss—two blasts.
Then the holy blade speared in.
A muffled shriek. The valley was virgin—three chopsticks would've been tight. Now? Impaled.
Jorogumo crawled forward instinctively. Hero locked her hips. No escape.
Justice is inevitable.
Victories secured, the hero crept to the final cave.
Strange noises leaked out.
"Faster, Natsumi…" "You're burning up, Mafuyu…"
Two monsters grinding EXP?! Violation of the no-friendly-fire treaty!
Rage ignited. Hero charged, grabbed a head at random, rammed the blade down its throat.
Thrust after merciless thrust until tears streamed and legs begged for mercy.
The second monster trembled—terrified.
Too bad. Tonight the holy blade only knew two throats.
No unauthorized EXP sharing. That's Desire Point fraud.
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