They leaned in closer, tasting, moaning under their breath. Lina was the first to speak, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and then licking that clean too.
"Nash... what the hell did you eat?" she muttered, half-laughing, half-breathless. "This stuff tastes like... like it's better than my lunch."
Sarra nodded shyly, her tongue still running over her lips.
"It's... really good. Like weirdly good."
They crawled toward him, eyes locked onto his slowly softening cock, their bodies warm and trembling with the aftershocks of lust.
Nash, still catching his breath, blinked in disbelief.
What the hell... he thought. That can't be normal.
Then it hit him. The system. It had to be the system.
"Shit," he mumbled. "This might be part of it... some passive effect."
The system had turned him into a literal food source. Hell, with all the bullshit of the system, he might as well being more nutritious than the healthiest milk.
