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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.]

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From Torment to Tenderness (R-18)

Maria's pleas for Kevin to go easy on her, had turned into ecstatic demands. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a wild kiss. Her veil had been discarded, and she no longer cared about the religious symbols she wore. With her eyes wide and crazed with lust, she accepted Kevin's relentless thrusting.

"Yeah... ahhh... ahhh... fill... haa... me... up... ahhh... fill... ahhh... your...sinful...mother....ahhh with...haaa..ahhh...your....haaa...chuu...pure...haa...semen... ahh..." she moaned. Her words echoed the insults Kevin had hurled at her just an hour ago, insults that now fueled her desire.

For what felt like an eternity, Kevin had been pounding her in the same position, driven by pure lust, not tiring as he pumped load after load of his semen into her, filling her to the brim every dozen minutes. His stamina seemed endless, each thrust powerful and unwavering.