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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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364 Chs

Not-so-successful alchemist (R-18)

"haaaa haaaa." Venice chest rose up and down, her body leg's opened showing her hairy vagina, licking a bit of blurry liquid, from her squirting once again.

"I don't want to treat you as a prostitute by giving you money in exchange for sex, so how about do you a favor, By giving you're older daughter a job at my store if she don't get it today, if she gets it, send your younger one, I will pay them well as I need some helping hand there. Okay?" Kevin asked as he pulled up his pants.

Venice hearing this didn't say anything as her mind and face were dirtied by Kevin's penis, her face covered in white slimy stuff, some on the corner of her mouth and some on her cheeks, her eyes unfocused. 'He made my throat a...vagina...how can I feel this good by getting throat fucked?' she asked herself as Kevin's penis made her throat feel like a vagina.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Kevin asked, noticing her lack of response.