April 7, Tuesday, 11:00 PM
It was finally time—that's what I thought. I had waited for eleven exactly to get up from bed, I sat on my bed and shifting to gaze at the stapled tarp over the damaged wall, half blown open.
I moved off the bed, slipping into my indoor sandals.
Da-dump... Da-dump...
My heart raced as I started getting second thoughts.
I lifted my shirt and looked at the glowing blue cartragige at my waistband.
[Character Sheet Cartridge (CSC)]
Type: Storage / Duplicator
Quality: uncommon
Effects: this relic allows the user to copy/input a genetic, restricted, or spiritual ability from one body into another.
Settings:
Duplicate 15% — Steal Fifteen Precent of anyone's chosen skill
Duplicate 30% — Steal Thirty Precent of anyone's chosen skill
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The number pracentage kept going up the farther down the listed panel I went.
Duplicate 100% — Steal a Hundred Precent of anyone's chosen skill.
I know somthing this useful should have been used on heavy hitters like Izumi or one four all.
But the thought of having a sure fire way of hearing someone's thoughts was to much to pass out.
We'll that was the lie I told myself so I could sneak into Sayuri's room. What can I say I was a true degenerate—
hell, truth be told, I don't really plan on using this cartridge tonight for telepathy that might not work outside of this world if it really was my otherworldly traits blocking her.
Inhale...
Exhale...
I lowered my shirt.
"Don't get cold feet," I told myself. "...Not when the stars have aligned." I walked towards the door, preparing myself as I opened it and stepped into the hallway in my shirt and pajama pants.
The apartment unit had two bedrooms, with a neat but spacious floor plan. I stepped onto the tiles, my breath misting at how freezing it was.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I tapped on the master bedroom door...
No one answered, so I swallowed the saliva I hadn't been conscious of before. "I'm coming in..." I turned the handle, letting myself in. I gulped again, feeling the air change as I stepped inside.
Click.
It was humid, with a lavender scent covering the room.
The windows were closed, letting the room remain inviting compared to the rest of the apartment. Nghm... Sayuri's blanket shifted, her body turning with it.
Her hips arched, finding her new position uncomfortable.
I took in the taboo sight in front of me. "To think I'd go after someone supposed to be my mother," I spoke lightly, moving closer to the bed.
Creak.
The springs shifted as I sat down to take off my sandals—Mmm?—Sayuri heard the sound. Her eyes moved underneath her eyelids. It looked like she was waking up.
I waited for a few painfully long seconds.
She opened her eyes weakly, only to see a blur—
"Aoyama...?"
"It's me..." I answered with a hint of hesitation.
Her eyes lazily moved over me.
'What are you doing here,' she spoke into my head, too hungover to speak.
"It's cold in my room... I was wondering if I could sleep here instead."
She smiled, listening to my explanation.
"You should have asked earlier."
She opened her blanket with a lazy yawn.
"I would have let you in long ago..." she adjusted her pillow as she lay back down, blinking halfway asleep.
Her face planted onto the edge of the cotton pillow. "Come lay down... It'll—It'll be like, yawn, you get the point." She shut her eyes, patting the space beside her.
'It'll be like old times.'
She finished her sentence.
I lifted the covers and got in next to her—she smiled, her eyes half-lidded.
'There, there, now you're nice and warm.'
She slowly turned to the other side after I got in.
I cuddled around her waist, pressing myself against her back. "You're so warm." I held her in my arm.
"Your skin's..." I asked, sliding my right arm down her navel. "...so soft." I shifted her lingerie. "I wonder if it's soft down here too."
"Mmm," she hummed.
She opened her eyes again... Her fingers caressed my arm. "What are you doing...?"
"Wait—what am I doing?" I whispered. "I don't know... I just want to help you for once." I lowered her panties. "Should I stop?"
Her body moved against mine. "...Y-you shouldn't..."
She practically whispered while also letting her legs start to part, as if her own body wasn't sure of what it wanted.
I started molding her breasts.
Eh...
She held back a moan and wiggled when my left palm started grinding over her crotch, rubbing her down to get her juices flowing.
I attacked her pent-up frustration directly—
ah ah.. Aah...
She arched forward, letting me rub down harder as I became her outlet for all the years of self-neglect. It didn't even take a minute before she spasmed and came undone.
Her legs pulled back and she bit back a full-on moan of pleasure:
"Ahhh—!!"
Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.
Her body let out a gush of liquid as she reached her climax.
Haa. Haaa.
She breathed heavily.
"Just look at this—I've stopped, but you're still squirting," I whispered, still feeling her spurt tiny jets into her drenched panties.
"At this rate, you'll end up flooding the sheets..." I started rubbing her entrance, gauging her reaction. Ah... I lathered it in her nectar. "But I don't think a few fingers would help."
Sayuri quivered as I pressed my erection from behind.
The stimulation I got from touching her dripping arousal made my virgin cock erect—waiting with anticipation to finally claim Sayuri's sinful body. "If there's nothing else you want to say..."
"I'm guessing you agree~"
My voice rumbled against her skin with a venomous bite.
I didn't know if my base would be enough.
If I wanted to conquer Sayuri and make a deep impression on her, I needed to be at my best—to the point her body and soul would crave me even when sober.
Virsss. Virsss.
My eyes whitened when the dormant hive symbiotes in my body resurfaced—forming tendrils that ripped off my clothes.
Rippp!
They moved the torn fabric before forming into a living suit made of silver-white, webbed into spandex with a black spider crest.
This was my imitation of the Anti-Venom Spider-Man suit.
This time it was more detailed, with the only difference being that it didn't conceal my crotch—
I pushed forward, my glands sliding into Sayuri's moist slit.
—it grew sliverish, the symbiotes melded into it.
..Throb..
Sayuri's breath hitched as I pressed farther into her dripping folds.
Her walls were parted by my egg-sized tip.
I looked through my mask, watching her face morph as she took it all in. Her back arched when I finally joined her—
"Nn," she gasped, "Aoyama... Huff... Huff..."
She closed her eyes, her stomach stretching from the inside.
"This is wrong..."
"You were the one who said we should share a pillow." I spooned her, getting into her personal space.
I swayed my hips, pumping in and out.
!!!
Sayuri positioned her arm to push my hips back. In turn, I put her in a chokehold with my left arm.
"I'm your mother..." she spoke, trying to reason with me. "This isn't something you should be doing with me—"
I pulled out completely, giving her what she wanted—showing her my absence—before I took it away.
—SMACK!—
I pistoned into her like a whip.
"Egh!"
Sayuri's body straightened—Aahh!!!—her eyes wrenched shut. I tightened my grip on her neck, pulling out to the tip.
Smack!
"Ahhh!" she screamed—Smack!—"Ahh!"
Her drool shot out when I started getting serious.
"Then who should I do it with?" I asked, my spider mask partially open as I repeatedly drilled into her cervix with relentless force.
"Ahhh!"
I licked her earlobe, my lips cupping over it as I felt her tremble:
"Tell me who should get to enjoy your son's body other than you."
I moved one hand up against her hips, holding her in place with an iron grip.
"Auhh," she muffled against my forearm.
I twisted my waist back and forth, hitting her womb with repeated force.
Her ass rippled—Thrust!—I pounced at her from an angle.
Shoving her body farther into the groaning mattress.
"Someone who wouldn't know how to keep me happy,"
"Someone who would try to use me," I stopped, squeezing her waist. "Someone I couldn't be myself with,"
"Someone who could stab me in the back without a second thought."
My right hand placement shifted. I pushed her flat, mounting her into the pillow as I raised my hips and slammed down with gravity.
"Ahh—eh!" Her eyes fluttered as I took her properly from behind.
"Tell me..."
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Eh.. Eh..." Her voice came out in short bursts.
Her fingers tried to rip my arm off her face.
'Aoyama... haa... Stop this!'
"If you were trying to be funny—Egh!—this joke isn't a joke anymore!!"
"I won't..."
I used more strength to hold her down.
Her violet eyes started to regain sobriety—her hair bouncing and falling onto her face as she looked up from my forearm.
Her breath ragged from being pressed under my body.
"Not until you can tell me with a hundred percent certainty that this isn't what you want."
"That this doesn't mean anything to you." I slid my free hand underneath her, brushing against her untrimmed cunt.
My fingers combed through her jungle, pushing her crotch three inches higher. This gave her the springiness my cock needed.
"That if I stopped right now, you'd go on with your day as if this moment was too insignificant to even worry about."
Her back tensed up. She wanted to drill some common sense into me. To make me realize how filthy I was acting.
"But you can't, can you—" I parted her folds wider before sliding an extra digit into her already crammed pussy.
Mixing it in with my oversized cock—"because you want this too."
I plowed through her vaginal walls:
"I'd have to be blind not to see your sexual frustration."
"Don't try to deny it..."
"If you haven't been lonely, would you have let me come this far? If you were satisfied, would you have let me even try to take off your panties? If you truly didn't want any part of this..."
I trailed off while moving myself upright on my knees—I let go entirely, no longer holding her down. I stood up. The bed dipped as I pulled her by the scalp.
"It would be easy for you to just leave... wouldn't it?"
She was stunned after being pulled up to my erect member. It was a veiny mass covered in silver—eight inches, with a girth of 1.7 inches—it pulsed with an almost holy-shine.
This was inside me...
Her hand moved the blanket to cover her chest in an attempt to get back some semblance of dignity—gulp—her face was planted right next to it.
She could see my arousal up close, the way it twitched as she breathed against it.
To her, it looked like it was in pain, the way it arched up.
The veins practically heated the air around it, its swollen head leaking a small stream of white, cloudy pre-cum—because I had pulled out just before I ejaculated.