When they reached Shiga Prefecture, Aya briefly left the highway on her motorcycle. Why? Because Ayn's cock was hard as an iron rod and aching, and he couldn't hold back from wanting to fuck Aya's mouth, pussy, and asshole again.
It was precisely because of this burning desire that Ayn kept teasing Aya. While Aya was driving, Ayn's hand slipped into her clothes, roughly playing with her quivering tits, his palm kneading the stiff nipples to squeeze out warm milk; his fingertips plunged straight into her slick little pussy, stirring the pussy flesh with squelching water sounds, sticky pussy juices trickling down his fingers; he even ruthlessly pinched her cute clit, pleasuring her until her waist trembled, nearly making her lose grip on the handlebars. Even more outrageously, through the [Soul Phone], he murmured lewd words in a low voice: (Baby, I want... I want... to fuck your little mouth... let me fuck it, okay...?)
As for Aya... Ayn this guy was lustful, but was she not lustful? In fact, she was even lusher than Ayn; Ayn's cock was hard like a stone pillar with bulging veins because she was teasing that meat rod. Though she was driving, hands gripping the handlebars tight to steady the bike, her slutty ass lifted slightly, rhythmically grinding back and forth against the big cock in Ayn's crotch. Even through the fabric, that scorching hardness pressed straight into her ass crack, rubbing her little pussy until it itched faintly, pussy juices flowing freely, pleasuring her until she hummed low in her throat.
Though Aya was the culprit, when Ayn said those lewd words, she pretended to be extremely shy, like a pure girl who had never tasted forbidden fruit, cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, pink lips biting lightly, voice soft and glutinous: (Hate you...) This purity, this shyness, excited Ayn until his cock swelled another circle, the throbbing desire to fuck her pussy burning like fire in his heart, impatiently wanting to pin this "girl" down, force her to kneel and lick his big cock, ram the glans hard into her throat, defile every trace of innocence on her body, fuck her until she wailed and begged for mercy, pussy juices and milk spraying together.
That said, Ayn knew full well in his heart that this shyness, this purity, was all an act by Aya. But even knowing that, so what? Even after fucking her countless times, as long as Aya was willing, as long as he was willing, he would still crave toying with this woman's body like it was the first time he'd fucked her. Of course, this "freshness of never having fucked Aya" had its reasons, coming partly from Aya, partly from Ayn himself.
First, it was due to Aya's reason: she'd bought a skill from the system store called [Transcendent Sex Lv1]. This skill let her do many things:
On one hand, she could use MP, mental power, and soul power to create a kind of body scent, that wonderful fragrance drilling straight into Ayn's nostrils and profoundly affecting his emotions, mind, and soul, making him psychologically unable to ever tire of sex—each whiff making his cock ache rock-hard, his mind filled only with the urge to fuck her dripping slutty pussy rotten.
On the other hand, Aya's body was Transcendent, growing ever more alluring as her strength increased—not just in shape, more slender and full-figured, with tits even quivering and elastic, pussy hotter and tighter in layered strangling grips, asshole pinker with wrinkles contracting powerfully, but also in how it felt to play with, bringing more pleasure and an ever-unpredictable freshness.
So, whether the bodily ecstasy of that stuffed tearing instantly turning to wild bliss, or the psychological craving that never grew stale, Aya made every fuck feel like their first night, and each time even more intense than the last.
At the same time, Transcendent Sex had other functions, like targeting Ayn specifically. After all, she truly loved him, truly wanted to nurture their relationship well, so she'd go to great lengths to make him love her more, obsess over fucking her. If she didn't like someone, didn't want intimacy, or didn't want harassment, she could use this skill to make them lose all interest in her beauty—for instance, instantly erasing their desire, leaving their cock limp and forever soft.
Of course, this freshness existed not just because of Aya's [Transcendent Sex], but also because of Ayn himself. Though he hadn't bought this skill from the store, his body and soul held immense Transcendent potential; even if he hadn't mastered it yet, those deep latent forces still quietly exerted influence.
Now, he craved for his relationship with Aya to never fade, to stay as loving as in the heat of new romance, each fuck more pleasurable and fresher than the last. So, that unmastered power responded to the longing in his heart, causing changes in his soul, body, and mind—including the element of "freshness." For example, each insertion would see that potential subtly affect Aya's body, quietly upgrading the temperature and contracting force of her pussy, asshole, and mouth; at the same time, it would secretly adjust their soul power synchronization frequencies, ensuring the soul- and mental-level pleasures never repeated.
In short, in Shiga Prefecture, this shameless couple veered off the highway. Of course, even with desire burning like fire, they didn't want to be caught by passersby in the act of making love, so they needed to find a suitable spot first. At that time, they were in a rural area surrounded by farmlands, not one of the prefecture's big cities; near the highway exit, there was a shrine, and when they arrived, it stood empty inside.
It wasn't strange for the shrine to be deserted like this, after all, with the current situation, who had the idle time to come pray? Moreover, the Japanese government had long urged the entire nation to stay home and shelter from the pandemic; though some disobedient types would raid supermarkets, convenience stores, or jewelry shops, they wouldn't wander out to a rural shrine for a stroll. And besides, it was already around 7 p.m., with darkness having fallen long ago—even in peak tourist season, no one would come ambling through here at this hour.
Of course, though the shrine was empty of people, it was dotted everywhere with surveillance cameras, and when they arrived, those cameras were still operating normally, red lights blinking as they faithfully recorded every swaying tree shadow and rustling breeze. But that posed no problem for Ayn; after all, he had the [Transcendent Hacker] skill, and he effortlessly hacked into the system, tampering with the data.
Of course, what Ayn did was merely "tamper with the data," not crudely "delete the data." After all, if someone checked the footage later and found a segment mysteriously missing, it would be easy to guess that someone had erased it. So, a true master hacker wouldn't foolishly delete things outright but would forge fake footage to replace the real content, for instance, looping empty shrine scenery on repeat, to minimize any traces as much as possible.
Once they reached the shrine, the two were as ravenous as wolves pouncing on sheep, not even bothering to turn off the keys in the ignition before heading straight for the nearby grove. In the swaying twilight shadows of the trees, the shrine's lantern lights flickered and reflected, casting a ghostly blue glow over Aya's pale tender skin, sweat beads rolling down her cleavage in crystalline arcs, the hot steam rising straight to Ayn's nose and making his cock ache rock-hard.
Ayn lunged straight in for a frenzied kiss on her warm wet lips, his tongue plunging inside to twist and tangle, sucking out sweet saliva with squelching wet sounds echoing through the grove, crystalline drool stringing from their lips to drip down her chin. And Aya met his tongue kiss in kind, her tongue wildly entwining with his, even her tip teasing Ayn's gums and palate, pleasuring him until his spine tingled with ecstasy, the urge to fuck this slut to death overwhelming him.
Though the two were locked in a kiss, their hands were far from idle, Ayn roughly stripped Aya's clothes off, and Aya cooperated to make it easier for him to yank down her top. At the same time, Aya's hand impatiently unbuckled Ayn's belt, slipping into his underwear to fondle that big cock that made her heart race, her palm truly feeling the scorching throbbing of its bulging veins.
And after gripping the big cock, the hunger in Aya's heart eased just a tiny bit, but the intense desire still made her instinctively stroke it up and down, the glans leaking crystalline pre-cum that strung stickily to wet her fingers, pleasuring her until her little pussy clenched and seeped hot slick juices.
Aya's fondling of the big cock pleasured Ayn until his spine tingled, making him even more urgently want to fuck this slut, so after stripping off Aya's top, he briefly released her little mouth and reached to yank down her leather pants. With Aya's cooperation, it came off easily of course, exposing her bare lower body.
This slut hadn't worn panties at all—her panties had been in Ayn's pants pocket the whole time, kept by him as a souvenir. And because of that, the moment Ayn pulled off Aya's leather pants, he saw that white tender mons pubis, pink tender clit, and hairless little pussy. That little pussy seemed alive, contracting and releasing to flow out copious sticky lewd fluids, as if seducing Ayn to hurry and thrust in, the steaming hot musky scent rushing straight to his nose and making his cock swell and throb with aching pain.
Seeing this, Ayn's heart surged with uncontainable excitement and affection, love flooding like a tide he couldn't hold back, so he needed to release it—directly kissing the mons pubis, his tongue lapping and teasing the clit with swirling flicks, the tip delving into the little pussy to stir the slick, clenching walls.
This pleasured Aya to no end; she pressed Ayn's head to make him keep licking her little pussy, while her ass instinctively met him, the pussy mouth contracting to squeeze his tongue tip, squelching water sounds mixing with her muffled hums.
Because she was truly excited, Aya began kneading her own tits, her palm pinching and playing with the stiff nipples to seep warm milk that moistened her fingers. How could Ayn let her play by herself? With a mere thought, a tentacle extended from his tailbone, splitting at the one-third point like a tree forking, instantly branching into four "limbs." Then, the purple and white tentacles headed straight for Aya's tits, caressing those full breasts as their mouthparts opened to coil around the areola—of course, not forgetting to engulf the gem-like nipples and suck the delicious milk, gulping down the sweet sticky cream with eager swallows.
This pleasured Aya to no end, to the point she moaned lowly: "Tits... being sucked so itchy... tentacle big cock... so good!"
As for the other two blue and pink tentacles, they stayed still for now as backups, Ayn didn't want to fill this slut's asshole, little pussy, and mouth all at once; he wanted to toy with her slowly, savor the sight of her empty hunger twisting her waist in begging. He loved tormenting this slut above all, even more loved watching her ravaged by him until her eyes rolled back and pussy juices squirted everywhere—that transformation from shy girl to wailing slut thrilled his soul to trembling, making him wish this torment would never end.
And because the tentacle big cock hadn't touched Aya's asshole, it itched with empty hunger, her heart unbearably uncomfortable. So, Aya leaned against the rough tree trunk, her back arching into a crescent moon, raising her white tender slutty ass to wiggle at Ayn. Between her ass cheeks, the pink little pussy and asshole steamed with heat, pussy juices already trickling down her inner thighs in strings, the air thick with musky slutty scent, the pussy mouth contracting in begging for invasion. At the same time, slutty hums and grunts escaped her throat—not full cries, but more tempting than cries, like a cat in heat rubbing against its master's leg, truly making one itch with affection and overflowing love!
And how could Ayn withstand such a sight? He was so thrilled he could hardly contain himself, spreading Aya's ass cheeks to gaze at that cute asshole—the asshole was utterly adorable, even pinker and more enticing than before, more like a shy girl too bashful to look up.
This made Ayn unable to hold back from extending his tongue to caress that shy beauty, tongue surface licking the wrinkled flower petals, tongue tip drilling into the tight flower core, sucking the honey fluids within. This pleasured Aya until her body trembled, slutty moans escaping as she clutched the tree trunk; if not for the two nipples being sucked by the tentacle big cocks, her milk would surely spray across the tree trunk by now, hot scorching milky scent mixing with the musky aroma.
Savoring Aya's lewd moans, savoring the sadistic pleasure of ravaging her, Ayn's cock swelled painfully like it was about to explode; he couldn't help but extend the blue tentacle big cock to her mouth, hoping she'd part her lips to lick this thick monster—the perverted thing covered in granules and buzzing nonstop, the granules scraping her lips with a low, tempting hum that numbed her tongue tip with pleasure.
However, Aya didn't lick—not because she wasn't willing, but because she wanted the first blowjob of every lovemaking session to be dedicated to the hot throbbing meat rod under Ayn's crotch, since that big cock was her true favorite. So she twisted her ass in wild teasing, pussy flesh contracting to squeeze out hot slick juices, while panting sweet nothings, craving Ayn's big cock.
Though Aya didn't explicitly say "the big cock under your crotch," how could Ayn not know which meat rod this slut was craving? And compared to simply having her lick his cock, he loved even more watching Aya kneel under his crotch, tilting her head back to part her mouth and deep-throat the glans in submission—that image of a woman on her knees burned his conquest desire like scorching fire, the sadistic pleasure rushing straight to his head.
Because of this, Ayn released his tongue from licking her asshole; that shy cute little beauty's wrinkles still held warm wet saliva, stringing and shimmering. He lightly slapped Aya's ass cheek, his palm feeling the quivering elasticity of her ass flesh, signaling her to kneel and lick his big cock.
Though the slap wasn't heavy at all, just bringing a crisp "smack" and faint red mark, this slut Aya still cried out lewdly. Even her pussy flesh and clit twitched and spasmed in response, hot slick juices gushing out a little to splatter the grass leaves. If she hadn't strongly held back that roaring wave of pleasure, she'd probably squirt straight to climax right then, pleasuring her until her spine tingled and her mind went blank. All of this felt like, before Ayn's own climax, while he fucked Aya's little pussy, he slapped her ass hard.
The reason this happened wasn't the slap's force, but the act of "slapping Aya's ass" itself—because the instant the palm fell, Aya's body caught the signal, directly triggering masochistic pleasure, that electric numbness surging from her ass flesh straight to her little pussy and soul. So, even though Ayn's pat was very light, it still pleasured her nearly to climax.
And Ayn naturally saw all these scenes in his eyes; even with Aya's back to him, he could clearly feel her face flushing with a lewd, slutty expression, her little pussy spasming to contract and release while squirting pussy juices, the hot tight contractions inside her vagina, even the faint twitching of her uterine wall—all the details crystal clear.
This wasn't because he'd activated Transcendent radar, but because he truly felt Aya's body reactions—the hot wave of desire synchronization making his cock twitch and leak more pre-cum. Not only that, he could even feel the female pleasure transmitted from Aya, that unique joy of ass flesh swelling in pain after the slap turning to numbness. But this female pleasure was never the main thing, more like a kind of erotic aid, helping Ayn gain even stronger pleasure.