On the Infinite Train, Chen Mo and Green Tea explore new limits of pleasure and submission with a mysterious young man of exceptional energy. How far will they go?
The endless train moved forward with a soft metallic rumble, its carriages gleaming in the filtered light of a perpetually twilit sky. Chen Mo, leaning back in a black leather seat, watched as the mental system within his mind unfolded a new set of outfits and accessories before Green Tea. This time, the air was filled with golden sparkles as a form-fitting corset, reinforced with A+ grade light alloy plates, materialized around his torso, molding his curves like a second skin. The seams of the material gleamed with a faint bluish glow, enhancing the contrast with his brown skin. Beside him, a pair of fingerless gloves, equipped with microfilaments capable of cutting steel, fitted his hands with surgical precision. But it wasn't the weapons that caught Chen Mo's attention the most, but the small, jewel-shaped device that the system placed between her breasts: a neural pleasure stimulator, designed to synchronize with the nerve endings of her clitoris and nipples, enhancing every touch, every caress, to unsuspected limits.
"You have exquisite taste, my cuckold boyfriend," Green Tea murmured, running her fingers along the hem of the corset as the device hummed softly as it activated. Her lips curved into a mocking smile, but her eyes shone with a mixture of lust and gratitude. She knew that, despite the humiliations, Chen Mo would never deny her anything. And he, in turn, enjoyed every second of that willing submission, every time she called him that, feeling his cock harden inside the tight synthetic fabric pants the system had also provided him.
"It's all for you," Chen Mo replied, his voice hoarse, as his trembling fingers adjusted the last clasp of the corset. The smell of new leather and gun oil mingled with the sweet and salty scent of Green Tea sweat, a fragrance that drove him wild. He couldn't help but imagine what that perfect body, now encased in lethal technology, would look like being used by someone else. By him.
The train braked with a soft hiss, as if sensing its owner's lustful thoughts. The carriage doors opened onto a clearing in the forest, where the evening light filtered through the trees like amber blades. There, crouching beside a crystal-clear stream, was the young man. Chen Mo had seen him before, a slender figure with platinum-blond hair falling in messy strands over a broad, muscular back. He wore only torn linen trousers, which barely concealed the outline of a thick, long member, even at rest. But it wasn't his physique that had caught Chen Mo's attention, but the energy emanating from him, an almost tangible vibration in the air, like the hum of a jet engine about to power up. SS potential. Rare. Dangerous. Perfect.
Chen Mo approached silently, his boots barely sinking into the damp earth. The young man didn't move, as if he knew he was being watched. When he was close enough, he crouched down beside him and, in a whisper that barely disturbed the air, said something in his ear. The blond man raised his head slowly, his blue eyes—almost translucent—meeting Chen Mo's. He nodded. There were no words, but the understanding was instantaneous.
"Come," Chen Mo said, extending a hand. The young man took it, and his warm, rough skin sent a shiver down Chen Mo's spine. He led him back to the train, where Green Tea was waiting for them, leaning against the carriage wall with a smile of anticipation.
"Look what I found," Chen Mo announced, gently pushing the blond forward. Green Tea's eyes widened at the sight, not out of surprise, but recognition. As if she knew, instinctively, that this body, this energy, was meant for her.
"Don't tell me it's another gift," he said, pushing off the wall and approaching her, his hips swaying, the neural stimulator emitting tiny electrical impulses that made her nipples harden beneath the corset. The blond swallowed, his eyes fixed on Green Tea's cleavage, where the device glittered like a promise.
"For both of us," Chen Mo corrected, his hands moving to his waistband. He didn't need any more. Just presenting it to her, knowing what was coming next, already had him on the edge. His cock, thick and throbbing, sprang free when he released the last bud, the glans red and glistening with the drops of pre-cum already escaping.
Green Tea wasted no time. In one fluid motion, he approached the blond and unbuttoned his linen pants. The young man's member emerged, even more impressive than Chen Mo had imagined: long, thick, with prominent veins pulsing beneath smooth, pink skin. The head was wide, almost obscene, and a drop of clear liquid slid down the tip when Green Tea circled it with her fingers.
"Gods..." she whispered, her hot breath brushing his skin. Then, without warning, she turned and braced her hands against the carriage wall, arching her back to offer her ass, still covered by the black lace panties the system had conjured for the occasion. "I want to feel it now."
The blond needed no further invitation. With an animalistic growl, he approached and, in one swift motion, ripped off Green Tea's panties, revealing her pink, wet anus, already glistening with arousal. Chen Mo, meanwhile, had knelt to the side, his hand moving urgently over his own cock as he watched the young man spit into his palm and rubbed his member before lining it up with Green Tea's hole.
"Wait," she gasped, but it wasn't an order, it was a plea. The blond didn't obey. With a brutal thrust, he sank his cock into her up to the hilt, making Green Tea scream, her nails scraping the metal of the wall. Chen Mo groaned, his cum spurting in thick strings onto the floor of the car as he watched his girlfriend's ass open to accommodate that monster, how her thighs trembled as they tried to adapt to the invasion.
"More!" Green Tea demanded, his voice cracking with pain and pleasure. The blond didn't need to be begged. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust into her with superhuman strength, each blow echoing through the carriage like thunder. Chen Mo, his eyes bloodshot, continued to masturbate, his cock aching but unable to stop. Every moan from Green Tea, every time her ass ground against the blond's belly, was a whiplash straight to his mind.
"You're going to break me!" she screamed, but her tone was ecstatic, not complaining. The neural stimulator must have been pushing her over the edge, because her legs gave way and the blond held her in the air, fucking her like she weighed less than a feather. Chen Mo moved in close, unable to resist, and licked the sweat running down Green Tea's back, savoring the saltiness, the smell of raw sex.
"You're mine," Chen Mo reminded her in her ear, even though he knew that, at that moment, she belonged to someone else. Green Tea turned her head just enough to smile at him, her lips swollen from the blond's bites.
"Always," she replied, before another blow made her scream.
The days melted into a fog of flesh, sweat, and semen. The carriage smelled of sex, of mingled fluids, of the metallic fragrance of endless arousal. The blond didn't stop, his superhuman stamina allowing him to fuck Green Tea over and over again, in every imaginable position, while Chen Mo watched, masturbated, sometimes intervening to lick the juices trickling down his girlfriend's thighs. At some point, the mental system provided grade A+ lubricants, anal toys that the blond used to prepare her before each round, and even a harness that allowed Green Tea to ride him while Chen Mo penetrated her from the front with a dildo that vibrated to the rhythm of her moans.
When exhaustion finally overcame them, the car was destroyed: the walls dented by bodies pounding against them, the floor covered in dried and wet fluids, weapons and suits scattered among stained cushions. Green Tea lay on a pile of silks, her body marked by bruises and bites, the neural stimulator still active, sending small spasms through her limbs. The blond, breathing heavily, lay beside her, his cock finally limp but still impressive, stained with semen and her fluids.
Chen Mo, his legs shaky, approached with a damp cloth and began to clean her, gently wiping her thighs, her belly, her sore but satisfied bottom. Green Tea looked at him with narrowed eyes, a lazy smile on her lips.
"I think we'll keep it," he said, as if they were talking about the weather.
Chen Mo nodded. There was no doubt. SS-grade. A disciple. A lover. A tool.
"As you wish, ma'am," the blond replied, struggling to his feet. His voice was raspy, as if he hadn't used it in days. Or maybe it was the effect of so much moaning.
That night, as the train continued its endless course, Green Tea slept cuddled up to the blond man, her head resting on his chest, one leg tangled between his. Chen Mo watched them from the shadows, his mind wandering between the sweet humiliation of seeing her in another man's arms and the excitement of the possibilities opening up before him. A perfect triangle. An endless game.
At dawn, Green Tea woke up with the taste of desire still in her mouth. Without saying a word, she slipped under the sheets and pulled out the blond's cock, which was already beginning to harden again. With slow, almost reverent movements, she ran her tongue over the glans, tasting the salty residue of the previous night. The blond gasped, his fingers tangling in her hair.
"Madam…" he groaned, and the sound was like a shot straight into Chen Mo's crotch, as he watched from the doorway, his own cock already hard again.
Green Tea didn't respond. She just opened her mouth and swallowed that member all the way down her throat, her lips sealing around the base while her hands massaged the blond's testicles with a skill that only years of practice could impart. The young man arched his back, a stifled moan escaping his lips as she worked on him, her throat contracting around the head of his cock, her eyes watery but determined.
Chen Mo approached, kneeling beside her. He didn't touch. He just watched. His woman. His disciple. His game.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt like the world—this broken world, this endless train, this life of power and submission—made perfect sense.