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The Omnistore System

Discord link :- https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

J_a_zzy · Fantasy
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362 Chs

Bridal carrying the sister (R-18)

Kevin maintained his perplexed expression and retorted, "Why shouldn't I lick my own fingers?" He continued to nonchalantly lick his finger, seemingly oblivious to the growing embarrassment on Riya's face.

Riya, her face turning a shade redder, couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Stop it! Those were just inside my vagina!" she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

Kevin maintained his confident demeanor and retorted, "So what? Quit acting all shy and let's get to work. Otherwise, you're going to climax again before I even finish once." He flashed a mischievous grin and put his hand back to work, this time diving in deeper.

Riya attempted to voice a protest but was cut off by a gasp as she felt his finger penetrate her vagina, leaving her momentarily breathless.