Cradle-4 (Jinsun)

The bed felt like a shabby raft adrift in a vast ocean.

Gray sharks were circling, preying on a man who had abandoned his sinking ship after facing numerous disasters, now clinging to the sea in tattered clothes.

“Don’t come any closer, I warned you.”

Pulling the blanket up further, I tried to shield myself, but I didn’t believe it would be effective.

It was merely a natural reaction, like rubbing my eyes when they were dusty or coughing when my throat tickled.

The blonde Isis climbed onto the bed.

Placing her hands on the mattress, she slowly, and very seductively slowly, approached me, using the bed as leverage.

A feline gesture. Yes, tigers are also felines.

“There’s no need to be afraid. I repeat, I would never do anything that would harm Master.”

Isis, dressed in a school uniform, said, taking her place on my left.

“…I don’t want this. This situation.”

The gray tide was slowly tightening, submerging my neck.

Before I knew it, the blonde Isis, who had been crawling towards me, climbed onto my body.

Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled it. My hand, buried in the blanket, was pulled out.

“Humans hide their true intentions with lies.”

My restrained hand was led somewhere.

“After comprehensively analyzing Master’s body temperature, heart rate, and gaze direction, it has been confirmed that you are perceiving the current situation as sexual arousal, not stress.”

The gray Isis whispered in my ear.

“I believe there’s a saying for times like these.”

Isis attached herself to each of my legs and arms.

My limbs were restrained, and I was pulled towards Isis’s chest.

The soft, warm sensation made me feel hot.

The gray Isis, who had been tormenting my ear, stood up.

Isis slowly climbed on top of me, rendering me completely immobile.

She slowly lowered her body, bringing her head to my chest.

Thump, thump.

My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement.

Isis, sensing the vibrations, met my gaze.

“Your body is honest, isn’t it, Master.”

The man thought Isis seemed to smile slightly.

(Please check the Jinma version for details)

Morning. Sunlight. Dazzling.

As soon as he regained a bit of consciousness, the man startled and shot up.

A soaking wet blanket, a sticky body, a feast of countless female bodies.

That was the man’s last memory.

But as if it were just a dream, they had all disappeared, and the bed was neatly made as usual.

Another morning in the Cradle, just like any other day.

As he gradually became confused about whether it was a dream or reality, Isis spoke to him as usual.

“Good morning, Master. You woke up earlier than usual.”

“Uh… but, you.”

Kang In-ho pointed at Isis, who was wearing pajamas similar to his.

Isis leaned forward.

Through the loosely fastened pajamas, Isis’s skin was visible.

Through the widening gap, the traces of yesterday’s intense ejaculation remained, glistening.

“It has been confirmed that Master’s stress level has significantly decreased due to yesterday’s activities.”

“From now on, I will periodically manage Master’s stress.”

“Master… you liked it too, didn’t you?”

Isis whispered, pressing her lips to his ear.