episode_0013

The presence of Harmon’s penis, which I could only feel on my butt when I was hugging him, was very heavy and large.

Plus, there was a very strong male scent.

“Sniff sniff.”

Isaiah, who had been carefully sniffing the scent of the designer’s body, felt the designer’s strong desire to reproduce stimulated, so he buried his nose in Hamon’s crotch and sniffed without saying a word for a moment.

“Ssup. Hmm.”

The uterus is tightening.

She wants to receive the man’s seed right away.

“Ugh. Hooo… .”

My chest was pounding and my heart was pounding.

A designer is a created human being.

They were not created as ‘weapons for war’.

Someone created a new species of human being for ‘humanity to survive in a world that is perishing’.

Helping the weak humanity, adapting to the broken environment, and helping them endure without collapsing in the world.

That is the purpose of the designer, and that is why the designers who were created created many humans and many children according to the reproductive desire that was instilled in them.

The fact that people in this day and age can drink oil and use all kinds of machines implanted in their bodies without major side effects is because they all have a certain amount of the designer’s genes mixed in.

“Haaah. I’m going crazy. The smell. Ugh. It’s terrible.”

Isaiah crossed his legs and rubbed between his legs, clinging closer to Hamon’s legs.

He doesn’t care if his face is pressed against his dick, but puts his nose between his dick and his balls and carefully sniffs.

Isaiah, who had inhaled enough of the scent, rubbed his penis with both hands while smiling stupidly as his brain, heated by sexual desire, became dazed due to the added effects of alcohol.

“Ugh… .”

Swish, swish, the penis starts to grow bigger little by little as you stimulate it.

Isaiah, who had been staring at it, made a strange expression when he realized that the rubbing didn’t taste good.

“Uhm? Why is it like this.”

It’s strange. It’s different when the old man touches my vagina. Why?

Isaiah, who had been thinking with a serious expression on his face, realized the problem.

“Ah. There’s no love juice. Hehe.”

Isaiah sticks out his tongue and drools at Jaji with a look of realization on his face.

She rubbed the saliva that had fallen on her vagina with her palm and rubbed her vagina, but it was not as slippery as she had thought, so she considered something else.

“Just put some love juice on it… .”

Isaiah, whose tongue was beginning to get tangled, sat up abruptly and rested his legs on Hamon’s stool.

She put her hands behind her back, leaned her body back a little, and took off her pants as if tearing them open, placing her vagina, from which her love juice was flowing, against Harmon’s cock.

“Ugh.”

Just as an artist paints an oil painting by adding paint over paint to complete the painting, she slowly shakes her waist up and down and uses her vagina as a brush to apply the liquid on her vagina.

“Hmm. Sigh.”

Isaiah, who enjoyed the stimulation of gently tickling his vagina and flexibly turned his waist up and down and left and right while generously applying a lot of love juice to his entire vagina, smiled in satisfaction as he looked at his vagina glistening with love juice in the darkness.

“Hehe. Put it all on!”

And as he stood up, he covered Harmon’s lower body with his body along with the blanket that had fallen behind him, and then he admired his own work, the love-soaked quilt, and then took his hand.

“Wow. It’s slippery. My love juice is dirty.”

Slowly run your hand over the vagina, feeling the slippery, different sensation from saliva.

While the love juice was flowing, the erect penis was a little smaller than usual, perhaps due to the alcohol, and Isaiah, who was dissatisfied with that fact, concentrated his mind and stimulated the penis.

How and where can I stimulate my penis to make it feel better?

How can I make you react more positively?

Rub the tip of the glans with your thumb and use a ring made with your finger to gently stroke from the base of the penis near the balls to just below the glans.

“Ah. It’s hot.”

Isaiah felt his vagina getting hotter and hotter as blood flowed in. Whenever the fluid dried on the heat of the vagina, he would scrape the fluid from his vagina with his hand and apply it to his vagina again.

Every time he applied the liquid to his vagina, the pheromones from Hamon’s vagina and Isaiah’s pheromones on the liquid mixed together, and a vulgar smell like a man and a woman mating filled the air under the blanket.

“Hoooo. Hooo.”

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Isaiah tightly closed his eyes, his hearing stimulated by the sound of his vagina being rubbed with a vibrator and the sound of his mucous membranes rubbing against each other.

With his sight blocked, he takes in plenty of pheromones through his sense of smell, hears the sound of his member being rubbed, feels the hot heat of his member through his facial skin, and vividly remembers the shape of his member with his hands.

Taking in the sensation with all his senses, Isaiah vividly remembered Harmon’s sensation deep in his brain.

Since she had already clearly imprinted the image in her eyes, everything about Harmon’s body was imprinted in her mind.

Just as a baby bird considers the first creature it sees as its parent after hatching from an egg, for Isaiah, the man’s penis was Hamon’s penis.

Clink! Clink!

Isaiah, who was gradually becoming accustomed to handling the doll, would sometimes snicker when he saw the doll reacting strongly.

“Hehe. Are you feeling good?”

Isaiah asked Jaji a question in a gentle voice as if he were asking a child, and even though Jaji reacted strongly, he stimulated Jaji again.

Wince!

“Does this feel good? Really? Hehe. Should I do more?”

It was amusing to see Hamon’s dick, which usually played around with his vagina, being weakly attacked. Isaiah, whose chest was pounding, must have stimulated his dick just how much.

Unable to hold back while Harmon was sleeping, Jaji eventually ejaculated, and the sticky, heavy semen covered Isaiah’s face.

“Ouch! Ugh.”

Isaiah, whose face was covered in cum, closed his eyes and shut his mouth tightly, feeling the heat, smell, and texture of the cum.

‘be heavy.’

The first thing I felt was the heaviness. I had ejaculated so much semen that I could feel the weight.

And then there was the heat, so hot that a faint steam rose into the air, as if to prove that they had been inside a hot chamber.

Finally, an intense smell that penetrates the brain strongly.

“Uhhh.”

Isaiah, who felt the cum covering his face for a moment, opened his mouth and wiped the flowing cum with his tongue.

“Ah. Ugh. It doesn’t taste good.”

It’s tasteless. It’s tasteless.

Isaiah kept saying that it was tasteless, but he stubbornly licked up all the cum that covered his face. After filling his mouth with cum, he slowly chewed it and swallowed it.

“Um. Gulp.”

As Isaiah was about to swallow all the semen and get out of the blanket, he discovered the semen on the bed sheets.

“Ah. Hmm.”

The moment he discovered the semen, Isaiah instinctively buried his face in the bed sheets and licked it up like a dog licking its prey off the ground.

“Haa. Lick. Ah. It’s hard to lick.”

After licking all the semen he could see, he put the bed sheet in his mouth and sucked it.

“Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Tseueuup.”

After drinking all the cum on the bed sheets, Isaiah found Harmon’s cock, limp and dripping with cum.

Seeing that, she stuck her tongue out at him in a daze.

“Haaah.”

Isaiah came out of the blanket after he had sucked up all the semen inside the urethra.

“… Ugh.”

Isaiah came out of the blanket, hugged Hamon, and then remained still for a while before frowning.

“I’m full.”

I already drank a lot and then I swallowed too much semen.

* * *

‘what.’

When Harmon woke up in the morning, he felt something strange, even though he was holding his head as if it was going to burst from a hangover.

‘My head hurts so bad, but I feel so damn refreshed.’

Harmon, who felt strangely refreshed as if something had been built up had been released, kicked off the bed and got up.

Isaiah was nowhere to be seen, perhaps because he had already left.

“Ow! What the heck! Why did you run like that yesterday.”

Even Harmon himself couldn’t understand why he drank that tasteless oily drink, but humans are stupid sometimes.

Hamon, who had sobered up by drinking the clear water that the shower had made and stockpiled, began to service the equipment that a collector had entrusted to him a few days ago.

“There’s a lot of work piling up.”

We quickly resolve urgent requests.

Perhaps because he had developed skills while handling the shower, Harmon was able to quickly and accurately complete the request by moving his hands and chances even while suffering from a headache due to a hangover.

After finishing the day by completing about five requests, dealing with three customers, and repelling about six shamans, Harmon went back down to the basement.

‘Is it almost finished now?’

The restoration has now completed the repair of the shower’s exterior and is now starting to restore the artificial intelligence portion that the opponent changed.

“I’m here.”

Arriving in front of the restorer, Harmon greeted the shower head floating in the blue liquid, the amount of which had decreased significantly.

The appearance of the shower head was very different from before.

Her neat and tidy appearance with her black ponytail was still there, but on top of her maid outfit, she had parts that looked like a powered suit that we had never seen before wrapped around her arms and legs, and she had mechanical wings made of several parts attached to her shoulders.

The face is also covered with goggles and a helmet that weren’t originally there.

“You’ve changed a lot.”

As Harmon muttered while looking at the shower, a signal appeared indicating that the restoration was complete.

“Oh?”

And after a while, the shower that had emerged from the restoration stood tall with both feet together, took a neat posture with both hands clasped in front of him, and looked at Harmon quietly.

‘… I’m scared. You’re not going to kill me because I have such a strange setting, are you?’

Standing in front of the shower like this is literally a gamble, since you never know how the security program will work.

You might end up killed by an angry shower head.

With that thought in mind, Harmon took a step towards the shower and carefully extended his hand to the shower.

Slowly, he brings his hand to her cheek.

The shower didn’t respond.

“… … .”

The shower didn’t respond even when I rubbed my cheek with my hand.

When Harmon saw that, he lowered his hand and grabbed Shower’s chest tightly.

“Exciting.”

The shower still showed no hostile reaction, only letting out a small whine.

And when Harmon saw that, he laughed.

‘Okay.’

Harmon asked, bringing the hand that had been holding his chest to his neck and grabbing the neck of the shower.

“Who am I?”

The shower answers that short question in an emotionless voice.

“You are my precious master.”

“Hahaha. Yeah. That’s right. That’s right. ”

Harmon, who was now satisfied, spoke softly to the showerhead who still looked loyal even though he had his neck grabbed.

“Please take care of me for a long time in the future.”