True to what the system had said, the house was entirely empty at this moment. However, Lucien Sinclair did not care much about that; he skipped merrily into the bathroom, simultaneously enjoying the sensation of walking on his own two feet and taking a moment to observe himself.
Perhaps due to the system's adaptation mechanism, his appearance in this world was exactly the same as in real life. He was fair and adorable, with delicate and beautiful features. His eyes, in particular, were so sparkling that they could captivate anyone's soul.
With such physical appearance, things would be much easier to handle.
Lucien pondered for a moment before asking the system if it could prepare some adult toys for him, or to put it bluntly, sex toys.
000 replied that it was entirely possible.
Thus, Lucien spent the entire day making his preparations.
When evening arrived, he wore a silk pajama set with incredibly short and loose-fitting shorts, just a slight shift would expose everything hidden underneath. Lucien felt a bit bashful, but he still took the risk and followed his prepared plan.
He dimmed the bedside lamp in his room, creating a hazy and illusionary ambiance, and then placed his props on the table.
After 000 informed him that Dominic Vance had arrived home, Lucien immediately lay down on the bed, raised his hips, and used a sextoy wand to slowly push into his tight entrance.
He had previously spent a long time preparing himself in the bathroom.
This body had never engaged in sexual intercourse before, but perhaps due to the system's influence, the dilation process was surprisingly easy. Now, swallowing such a massive artificial manhood was remarkably smooth.
At this time, Dominic Vance was also strolling leisurely into the house. Recently, many matters had left him feeling constantly irritated, and the lack of harmony in his sex life only made his temper flare even more. His group of friends used to tease him, saying that he was blessed to have two little beauties at home, if he ever felt stressed, he would have two people waiting on him, without needing to overthink anything.
But he dared not tell them that he had, in fact, accomplished absolutely nothing yet. This matter significantly affected his pride, and speaking of it was quite humiliating.
Previously, Dominic Vance had thought it was a problem with Miles Sinclair. The younger man would not allow Dominic Vance to enter, every time he barely managed to get the tip in, Miles would scream and cry as if he were being violated, instantly extinguishing Dominic Vance's burning desire.
Later on, the young man had tried using his hands and his mouth, yet he still could not bring Dominic Vance to satisfaction.
A man at his age was at the peak of his physical prime; how could he possibly endure such frustration? After all, they were not married yet, and his fiancé, Miles, was certainly no gentle or innocent soul either.
Thus, Dominic Vance went outside to find women, merely seeking transactional encounters to satisfy his needs.
Yet, it still did not work; there was simply no way for him to enter anyone. Everyone he tried with would burst into tears the moment he pushed in even a fraction, crying out that it was too painful and unbearable.
And whether he was serviced by hands or mouths, Dominic Vance was entirely incapable of releasing his seed.
This constant feeling of unfulfilled desire made him feel even more suffocated. While walking down the hallway towards his own room, Dominic Vance suddenly heard soft hiccups intertwined with faint, breathless moans.
He let out a cold, mocking sneer.
Well done, Miles Sinclair. You cried so pitifully claiming it hurt, refusing to let him inside, yet now you are at home playing with yourself so happily.
It was just that those humming moans sounded exceptionally seductive today. It was like a little kitten softly purring, making his heart churn with restlessness. The sound traveled into his ears and shot straight down to his lower body, causing his manhood to instantly engorge and harden.
Then Dominic Vance finally realized that this room did not belong to Miles. Miles's room was right next to his, located at the very end of the corridor. Furthermore, the young man had just texted him saying he had matters to attend to tonight and would not be returning to this house.
This was... Lucien's room.
The person who originally held the marriage contract with him from the very beginning.
What was more, the bedroom door was not tightly shut, there remained a small, narrow gap. Through that slit, he could see the dim, enchanting lights inside the room, and looking slightly to the left, he could see the main bed.
What struck his eyes was a pair of buttocks as pure and white as snow.
Although the pajama shorts were loose, they were still a bit bothersome, so Lucien had stripped them off completely, leaving only the shirt on his body. He was kneeling face down on the bed, deliberately angling his hips towards the main door, his legs spread wide apart. His bright red entrance was stretched taut, swallowing an artificial manhood inside that was vibrating incessantly.
That object caused the entrance to soften as lewd juices dripped down, making him look as debauched as the young men in adult videos.
This visual was extremely stimulating, causing Dominic Vance's breathing to halt for a split second. The manhood inside his trousers was screaming to be unleashed, desperately wanting to vent all the pent-up frustration from not being satisfied the night before.
Dominic Vance stared at the person on the bed, clenching his fists tightly as he tried to restrain himself.
Meanwhile, Lucien acted as if he were completely oblivious to the fact that someone was watching him, he shakily reached a hand behind his back, pushing the artificial manhood a bit deeper. His legs trembled, and a suppressed moan escaped his lips.
Finally unable to hold it back any longer, he cried out in a soft, melodic voice.
"Ah... Dominic, hic, Dominic Vance..."
Dominic Vance's body went completely rigid, his breathing turning even more ragged and fierce. If he was not mistaken, Lucien was calling his name.
Meanwhile, the person in the room had already gone limp on the bed. His legs could no longer support his body and collapsed downward; the artificial manhood was also pulled out, leaving behind only a bright red entrance that had yet to close.
Suddenly, Dominic Vance felt a pang of regret that his eyesight was far too good.
He could clearly see that little opening twitching, as if it were openly inviting him inside.
His footsteps moved uncontrollably as he slowly pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside.