Over the past few days of turmoil, Adrian had finally figured out the exact mechanics of the System's possession ability.
His body was still the same body he had possessed before he transmigrated. Not only his face and height, but even his... dimensions were exactly the same as his original self.
Initially, he had assumed the System used a glamour, making him appear as Masao Busujima to the outside world while he retained his own soul. After all, the original Masao and Adrian looked nothing alike; they shared absolutely no common features.
But after probing the servants, he was astonished to discover the truth: to everyone else, he looked exactly like the "Masao Busujima" they had always known. The System hadn't changed Adrian's appearance to match Masao; it had rewritten the world's memory to match Adrian.
In other words, Adrian Black was now Masao Busujima. As for what the original Masao looked like? No one remembered, and no one cared.
Compared to the bizarre power of hopping between dimensions, simply overwriting the existence of a background NPC was child's play for the System.
(Author's Note: To accommodate the logic for you readers, future transmigrations will follow this rule: it is not soul possession, but physical replacement and reality overwriting!)
"Manami is here to experience the Master's... swordsmanship."
Manami Katsura licked her lips, her eyes hooded with lust, and moved closer.
The strong, masculine pheromones emanating from him made her head spin. For years, Manami had lived in a state of semi-deprivation. Suddenly faced with a weapon twice the size of her husband's, her resistance crumbled instantly.
Compared to the promiscuous socialites of Tokyo, Manami had always prided herself on her self-control. She only interacted with company presidents for business and career advancement, maintaining a facade of chastity. But it was precisely because of this restraint that her inner hunger had grown desperate. Other women could hire gigolos or keep well-endowed lovers; she had been forced to endure a life of frustration with her husband's incompetent fumbling.
Before Adrian could even issue a command, Manami had already extended her tongue and licked the head of his cock.
"Not bad, Madam. Your tongue skills are quite impressive."
Feeling the sensitive glans being caressed by her soft, hot tongue, Adrian reached out and patted her head, praising her like a pet.
The beautiful woman's tongue swirled around the tip, coating it in saliva, before she opened her mouth wide and took the entire egg-sized glans inside.
Slurp— Slurp—
Manami bobbed her head, sucking enthusiastically. Her tongue worked in rhythm with her movements, sometimes sweeping broad strokes over the head, other times teasing the sensitive ridge of the coronal sulcus.
"Please... slurp... Master... slurp... please enjoy!" she mumbled around the obstruction.
'I have to admit,' Adrian thought, 'this woman's technique is professional grade.'
His shaft throbbed under her ministrations. Fortunately, the System had granted him the physical stamina of a martial arts master. Without that fortification, combined with her vacuum-seal technique, he might have embarrassed himself immediately.
"Hiss—"
Manami spat the head out, her tongue tracing a wet line down the underside of the shaft. She reached the bottom, opened her mouth gently, and took his heavy testicles into the warmth of her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Even with his villainous self-control, Adrian couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure. In terms of raw sensitivity, having a woman suck on his balls was almost more intense than the act itself.
Because her mouth was full of his scrotum, his erection was pressed directly across her face. From his vantage point, he could see her lips tightly gripping him while the thick purple shaft divided her beautiful face in two. It was a picture of lewd perfection.
'This woman is a born temptress.'
Slap!
Adrian flexed his PC muscles, making the member jump and stiffen, slapping it hard against her cheek.
Manami's high nose bridge twitched from the impact. Being slapped in the face by a dick was a first for her, and the stinging humiliation made her eyes tear up.
"Slut. Stand up."
Adrian was too lazy to be polite anymore. While the "Master and Petitioner" roleplay was fun, his patience had run out. He wanted to grab those massive breasts and bury himself inside her.
He had been in this world for several days without touching a woman. For a protagonist of an Infinite Flow novel, that was practically a disgrace.
Manami glanced up at him with a look of slight resentment but obeyed, slowly rising to her feet.
She was still wearing her white dress, but the neckline had been pulled down to her waist. Her massive breasts, freed from the fabric, were fully exposed.
Given their basketball-like size, it was physically impossible for them to defy gravity like a young girl's. However, they didn't sag unpleasantly either. They hung heavy and full, like ripe peaches threatening to break the branch, possessing a weighty, mature allure.
Standing up, Manami reached for the zipper of her dress. The bunched-up fabric at her waist was uncomfortable, and she assumed he wanted her naked.
"No. Keep the clothes on."
Adrian stopped her hand and pulled her roughly into his arms.
'What's the fun in taking everything off?'
He grabbed the peak of one heavy breast with his left hand, kneading the soft flesh. His right hand reached down, sliding under the hem of her skirt.
Unlike with Kotonoha, he didn't need to be subtle this time.
Manami was wearing black pantyhose, and beneath them, a pair of "safety shorts" designed to prevent accidental exposure.
However, the safety shorts were already soaked through.
Riiiip—
Adrian didn't bother with finesse. He hooked his fingers into the crotch of the pantyhose and safety shorts and tore the fabric apart. His fingers immediately found their target.
"You slut... you're already soaking wet."
He laughed, his fingers sliding easily into the muddy, slick heat of her desire as he continued to toy with her nipples.
He hadn't expected both mother and daughter to have such sensitive, responsive bodies. He had truly hit the jackpot.
Then again, perhaps it was to be expected. They were both protagonists in a hentai world; being inherently lustful was practically written in their DNA.
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