It was precisely because he'd bought this skill dripping with erotic potential that Ayn and Aya couldn't help but want to try it out right away. Of course, they couldn't just jump into it immediately—after all, they were still on the highway at that point, with cars zipping back and forth as tons of people fled the Kanto region along this route. They needed to find a suitable spot first.
A quick note on this road called the "Ōme Highway." It wasn't actually a full-fledged expressway but a two-lane mountain road, dotted with residential areas along the way. Being a mountain road, it naturally wound through the hills, so those neighborhoods were mostly small-scale, dozens or just a handful of households, and the one Aya picked was exactly like that.
When Aya pulled the motorcycle into this neighborhood, most of the original residents had already evacuated out of panic—after all, it was too close to Kanto, and who knew if one day you'd wake up to zombies popping up in your own backyard. So, there were plenty of empty houses around, and Aya spotted one at a glance.
The door was locked, but that was no big deal for two Transcendent users—they didn't even need to force it open, just gently twisted the lock cylinder with some Transcendent energy to pop it right open. Of course, before going in, they still carefully checked the place for any surveillance—who doesn't have a few cameras set up these days, after all? Once they confirmed it was safe, they pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Then, the moment these two lechers stepped through someone else's door, they couldn't take another step. Aya's eyes blazed with raw, unbridled hunger, and she whipped around fiercely, her hands snaking up to hook around Ayn's neck as she crushed her hot, slick lips against his mouth. Her tongue dove into him like a starving beast, greedily twisting and tangling with his tip, sucking the sweet saliva.
Ayn started off a bit passive, but he quickly snapped to his senses, flipping the script by clamping his arms around her waist, his big hands roughly yanking open her jacket and palming those plump, quivering tits through the thin T-shirt, kneading and pinching without pause—the stiff nipples instantly leaking warm milk that soaked the fabric.
This pair of filthy lovers deep-kissed while frantically stripping each other: Aya's hands trembled with excitement as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and wrapped around that 20cm thick, long cock, stroking up and down the throbbing, vein-bulging shaft while the head wept crystalline pre-cum, its obscene musk slamming into their noses; meanwhile, with Aya cooperating, Ayn ripped off her T-shirt and bra, diving down to engulf the left nipple, slurping greedily at the milk as the sweet, sticky jets flooded his throat and he gulped it down, his dick twitching hard with the rush.
Of course, there were two tits, but only one mouth, so he straight-up activated the [Transcendent Tentacles] skill, pure energy surging rapidly in his back as countless rays wove together like threads. In under three seconds, a tentacle glowing with soft light sprouted from his tailbone, its surface energy membrane flickering deep blue, warm to the touch.
The second it emerged, the tentacle groped eagerly toward Aya's right tit, the egg-sized mouthpart at the tip flaring open to reveal a dense cluster of hair-thin energy filaments inside—those blue ones writhing like living creatures, standing in for Ayn's tongue and teeth, only even more precise and nimble, zeroing in on every single quiver of the areola.
Ayn wasn't rushing to let the tentacle latch on for a suck; instead, he deliberately flaunted his new toy at Aya. She stared at those packed filaments, a flash of fear in her eyes, thinking that the moment they coiled around her nipple, her tits would probably climax in ecstasy on the spot, pussy juice gushing everywhere.
So, Aya swallowed hard, her voice quivering: "D-Darling, maybe skip the tentacles... I'm kinda scared... I-I might not take it..."
Right then, Ayn was swirling his tongue around the left nipple; hearing her plead like that made his cock swell another notch in sheer delight. In his heated rush, the tentacle's orifice lunged straight for the right nipple, clamping down tight and refusing to let go as the filaments inside danced wildly, pinpoint-teasing every sensitive nerve ending on it.
In that instant, Aya was done for—she came right then and there! The tit climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, wildly spurting milk that flooded Ayn's mouth and the inside of the tentacle's mouthpart, the sweet, sticky cream gurgling out from the corners of his lips and the edges of the orifice, dripping down; at the same time, countless lightning-bolt jolts of pleasure shot straight from her nipples to her brain, making her roll her eyes back and scream out loud, her pussy under the leather pants erupting in a gushing squirt, hot slick juices streaming down the insides of her thighs in rivulets. Her legs went so soft they felt like cotton fluff—if Ayn hadn't clamped down tight on her waist, she would've collapsed straight to the floor.
Truth be told, Aya wasn't usually that easy to break. As a Transcendent, even if an ordinary person pulled out all the stops, they couldn't make her climax at all—it would just bore her to tears. Ending up in this moaning, eye-rolling mess was entirely the fault of that bastard Ayn—he'd started right off without any sense of restraint, teasing her tits full force from the very start.
So, the moment those deep-blue filaments made contact with Aya's breast, Ayn's soul power, mental power, and MP surged into her body, mind, and soul depths like a flood, striking right at the most sensitive core of her essence, making her soul quiver into ultimate bliss. That synchronized rush of Transcendent energy hit way too hard and fierce, blasting her straight to the peak of orgasm, her pussy clenching and squirting wildly in sheer ecstasy.
And as he felt Aya's body convulse like mad, waves of milk pumping into his mouth and the tentacle's mouthpart one after another, Ayn finally realized something was off. He quickly released both nipples, pulling his mouth and the tentacle back at once, and checked on her in a panic. Aya was already lost in the clouds from the pleasure, eyes rolled up white, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
The sight tore at Ayn's heart, he hurt for her like hell, and he immediately channeled his MP to gently soothe her body and soul, easing the overwhelm so she wouldn't suffer. It was only under that tender MP caress that, a few minutes later, Aya finally came down from the aftershocks of her climax.
The second she snapped back to awareness, she turned into a raging lioness, lunging to sink her teeth into Ayn's shoulder right through his shirt, drawing blood on the spot. But Ayn didn't feel a lick of pain—just a flood of self-blame crashing over him for going too far and pissing her off like that. So, he just held her tight, letting her vent that fury however she needed. After she'd vented for a good while, Aya finally came to her senses, realizing what she was doing, and quickly let go of Ayn's shoulder.
At that point, her teeth were smeared with Ayn's blood, her mouth flooded with the taste of it—but weirdly, it wasn't metallic or gross at all; instead, it was deliciously addictive, a liquid Aya had never tasted anything like before—not even those high-end reds that cost tens of thousands a bottle could compare. She'd knocked back plenty of wines in her time, from corner-store cheapies to auction-house rarities, so she knew damn well just how extraordinary this blood's flavor was.
After letting go of her bite, Aya looked at the bloodstained fabric, her heart aching terribly, and she quickly asked: "Does it hurt..."
Hearing this, Ayn felt sweetness in his heart like honey; he smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt, not at all~ I love it so much when you bite me—it's adorable, like a little kitten. If you want to keep biting, go ahead; I don't mind~"
Aya couldn't help but chuckle at that, poking his cheek: "You're really good at sweet-talking girls..."
Seeing Aya smile, Ayn's heart brightened up too; he took the chance to apologize for what happened earlier: "Sorry..."
The moment Aya heard him bring it up, she pouted her lips in that cute little way: "No~ I'm not accepting your apology~ Do you know it could kill someone? You nearly played me to death—what pussy are you going to fuck from now on if you did?"
Aya's words weren't a metaphor but a stark, naked fact. If it had been an ordinary woman, what lay in Ayn's arms right now would surely be a corpse—soul climax directly shattering the soul; body climax directly stimulating to death. Even if she miraculously survived, she'd lose her humanity, turning into a lust beast that only knew frenzied copulation.
Of course, Ayn knew none of this; he'd just wanted to show off his new toy moments ago, never imagining it could be so dangerous. And Aya knew because she'd just danced on the edge of the gates of hell, realizing that ordinary women simply couldn't withstand this level of Transcendent pleasure.
Ayn looked utterly dejected, like a child who'd done something wrong, shaking her hand back and forth, swinging his arms pleadingly: "Sorry... I won't do it again next time..."
Aya tossed her little face aside, refusing to budge: "No~"
Of course, Aya wasn't really angry; she was just teasing him. Ayn knew that too—she wasn't truly upset, just flirting, savoring the fun of this little game. So, he kept up the "apology," though it was less an apology and more a coquettish flirtation, which fit better.
In short, after a bout of effort, Ayn finally coaxed Aya into beaming with joy. Then, she turned serious: "You absolutely can't play like that with other girls, got it? It really can kill. I'm not scaring you—ordinary people can't handle Transcendent power."
Ayn nodded frantically, etching those words into his heart; he could tell when it was a joke and when it was for real. Seeing him nod, Aya finally glanced down at the bite wound from earlier, and with his cooperation, she pulled off his clothes.
By now, the wound had already healed, no more bleeding, just the earlier bloodstains left behind. This wasn't Ayn actively using Transcendent energy to heal it, but his body's instinctive reaction at work. Aya's bite was just an ordinary wound, so it healed lightning-fast; if it had been caused by Transcendent power, it wouldn't have been so easy.
However, even though his body had instinctively healed the wound, it deliberately left the bite marks untouched, without erasing them entirely—Ayn's body seemed to understand a woman's heart better than his own soul did. And it was precisely seeing those bite marks and bloodstains that stirred waves of heartache in Aya; she couldn't help but press her lips to the wound in a kiss, gently caressing it with her tongue, moistening that mark with her saliva.
Feeling Aya's tender licking, Ayn's heart swelled with waves of warmth and fulfillment; he couldn't help but reach out to caress her tits. He didn't use the tentacles this time, but his own hands, kneading that pair of quivering, full breasts with a gentleness laced with possessiveness. One licking the wound, the other fondling her tits—soon, the desire that had slightly ebbed between them surged back like a tide...