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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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Stealing Lines

Not much transpired after the meeting. Kevin and Keith, now both a couple, took the second shift. As they completed their duties, they settled down, finding solace in each other's embrace.

Lost in his thoughts, Kevin idly toyed with Keith's breasts, gently squeezing them as if they were a stress-relieving toy. The act seemed to ease his tension, even though he wasn't particularly stressed. He simply enjoyed the soft, warm, and cuddly sensation in his hand. 

"You know," he mused, "sleeping together, chatting... doesn't it feel like we're already dating?"

Keith, engrossed in watching a movie as her usual nighttime routine, responded, "I suppose so..."

He gave her a snug squeeze and tried again. "Then what if we make this official between us? I mean, everyone in the party knows we're a thing, but for ourselves... it's been a bit on the chill side."