A single-player post-apocalyptic game, but with an all-female teammate mod.

Aono, seized by a playful impulse, transformed his hands into drumsticks and struck out a rhythmic melody on two "drums" of completely different sizes, tones, and elasticities.

"Smack! Bang! Smack smack! Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that both mounds of snow-white skin were flushed with an alluring blush, Aono suddenly remembered something.

He ran to the bedroom and grabbed a brightly colored lipstick.

This is what Coco left here, so it's convenient for her to wash up and put on makeup the next day after staying overnight.

"What are you doing, Aono-kun?"

Miyauchi Ichiho asked with a surprised look.

Hatsuharu Shiori, who was perched on her back, also turned her head curiously, blinking her big, watery eyes at him.

"I have to make a record tonight!" Qingye grinned mischievously, twisting off his lipstick.

He bent down, and the cool tube of lipstick first drew a horizontal line lightly on the inside of Matsuzaka Ume's reddened thigh.

"hiss……"

The icy touch sent a shiver through her body, and she let out a soft moan that was both numb and itchy.

Immediately afterwards, Aono drew a horizontal line on the inner thighs of Miyauchi Ichiho and Hatsuharu Kazari, on the whitest and most sensitive spot.

"Hmm~"

"Yeah~"

The sweet, coquettish voices of the three girls rose and fell, and their bodies swayed slightly from the strange stimulation, creating an extremely erotic scene.

This is the first stroke of the character '正' (zhèng).

Aono admired his masterpiece and said with satisfaction.

"here we go!"

He casually tossed the lipstick aside and pounced on it like a tiger that hadn't eaten for three days!

The first to bear the brunt is naturally Miyauchi Ichiho, whose contrast is the strongest.

Aono swiftly grabbed her slender waist with both hands, swayed slightly, and adjusted his position.

Then, his waist and abdomen suddenly sank, and his whole body leaned over!

"what--!"

A scream filled with unbearable pain, yet mixed with a hint of joy, burst from Miyauchi Ichiho's mouth!

This, bit by bit...

They should all be at the bottom by now...

Shiori Haruhi couldn't help but think about it.

She looked at it for a while, then had to force herself to look away.

It's too uncomfortable to turn my head in this position. No matter how curious I am, I can only watch for a while and then rest for a while.

As pale red liquid flowed down from between her legs, Miyauchi Ichiho was pushed out of her sandwiched position by Aono.

Without the central support, the entire tri-fold structure simply fell apart.

As Haruhi gasped and tumbled onto the mat, Ume Matsuzaka breathed a sigh of relief.

Miyauchi Kazuho and Uiharu Kazari are both very light, but she, with only an ordinary constitution, still feels somewhat uncomfortable.

However, Aono didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them at this moment.

He grabbed Miyauchi Ichisui, who was being forced to rub forward on the cushion, and began to thrust in and out of her violently.

The purple-haired, squinty-eyed mature woman's legs instantly straightened, then began to tremble violently, her calves uncontrollably arching upwards.

Those delicate little feet slapped the floor helplessly, making a series of crisp sounds.

Aono's muscles were full of power and explosiveness, and every movement was so fast that it was just a blur, full of savage aggression.

That speed was terrifying to watch!

If this intensity continues, Miyauchi Ichiho will probably soon follow in Matsuzaka Ume's footsteps and faint from pleasure!

On the other hand, because of liberation, Hatsuharu Shiori could see things more easily and clearly.

She could clearly see that Aono had not given his entire being to Miyauchi Ichiho; he still kept a considerable portion of himself outside.

Even so, every time Miyauchi Ichiho was touched, her entire plump body would uncontrollably jut forward a bit.

Her large lump of jelly was pressed tightly against the floor, and with Aono's movements, it was rubbed and squeezed, changing into all sorts of breathtaking shapes.

Her hands were too weak to support her body, so she could only lie limply with her head tilted back, emitting intermittent sobs that sounded like both pain and pleasure.

Aono grabbed her purple ponytail from behind and started to speed up.

With a slight exertion of his wrist, Miyauchi Ichiho's breath seemed to be instantly choked, her upper body forcibly pulled up by the chain, forming an exaggerated backward arc.

She tilted her head back, her delicate face flushed red from lack of oxygen and extreme pleasure. Her beautiful, squinty eyes rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of her eyes; her pupils had disappeared.

Her mouth was wide open uncontrollably, her pink tongue weakly protruding from her lips, and saliva dripping down her tongue tip.

His hands hung limply to his sides, as if he had lost all his strength.

Those heavy, full breasts appeared even more perky and high because of the way the body was being pulled up.

As it swayed, it traced a heart-stopping arc in the air, trembling precariously.

Suddenly, Miyauchi Ichiho's body stiffened abruptly!

Immediately, it was as if all her bones had been removed; her whole body went limp, and a long, extremely satisfied whimper escaped from deep within her throat.

Aono also paused abruptly, his muscles tensing instantly, before he exhaled a long breath.

He released the ponytail he was holding, quickly wrapped one arm around Miyauchi Ichiho's slender waist, which was as soft as a noodle, and used the other hand to firmly protect her full breasts, preventing her from falling over due to exhaustion.

He carefully and gently placed her back on the soft mat on the floor before slowly backing away.

This scene left Chu Chunshi speechless and her heart pounding like a drum.

Strong, skilled, brutal, yet gentle!

A man like that is simply irresistible!

Especially his last move, pulling on the ponytail, that last-ditch effort!

The cute and innocent policewoman felt like she was almost cured herself.

But ultimately, without external stimulation, she was just one step away from success, leaving her feeling stuck and inexplicably uncomfortable.

Haru Shiori's gaze fell on Miyauchi Ichiho, who lay motionless on the ground.

She was lying face down on the wet ground, her body occasionally twitching slightly like a small animal.

On her fair and smooth back, there were still a few red marks left by Aono's fingers.

Her round, perky buttocks undulated slightly, still bearing some ambiguous marks.

Her long, straight legs parted limply, and even the soles of her delicate feet were flushed an alluring pink from the intense tension she had just been in.

She looked like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, lying there, looking pitiful.

Aono glanced down at Miyauchi Ichiho, who was limp as a rag doll, and had to admit that what he had just experienced was incredibly pleasurable, more so than anything he had ever done before!

He was so happy that he forgot to water Oikawa Hirei and Shiba Miyuki who were standing next to him.

But it's not a big problem. It will definitely be more than four times tonight. We can make up for it later.

After a short while, Aono drew his weapon and went to the side of Uiharu Kazari, who was already soaking wet.

Without needing to prepare further, his engorged member slammed precisely between her delicate legs.

With a crisp "swoosh," the tender, budding omanko was instantly pierced by the thick, long golden rod.

"Ah, brother..."

The intense stinging pain of losing her virginity for the first time made Shiori's face turn deathly pale.

Ultimately, they were still a bit inexperienced. Even though it was incredibly slippery, they were still somewhat unable to withstand Aono's exaggerated weapons.

But soon, under Aono's skillful rubbing, the feeling of fulfillment and pleasure suppressed the pain.

The girl, blushing, began to sway her hips, her small, thin bottom trembling in front of Aono.

Seeing this, Aono stopped dawdling and started to poke at the problem.

From the floor to the sofa, from traditional positions to rear entry.

The intense commotion surprised the two mature women on the other side, who had calmed down a bit.

"Is this the improvement brought by the upgrade? Xiao Chuchun's small and thin body is so much more durable than the two of us?"

Matsuzaka Ume stared wide-eyed at Aono and Uiharu Kazari on the sofa.

"It seems that upgrading is indeed necessary."

Recalling the feeling of almost dying just now, Miyauchi Kazuho nodded with a determined expression.

No sooner had the two finished speaking than a suppressed, tearful yet incredibly alluring scream rang out from the sofa.

"what!"

The voice was both seductive and alluring, making the two mature women weak in the knees and arousing their desire once more.

The shaking of the sofa and that mesmerizing sound continued, like a never-ending storm.

However, just as the two mature women were listening with great interest, fantasizing about their turn next, the violent shaking and noise suddenly stopped.

The entire living room fell into an eerie silence.

"Huh? That's it?" Matsuzaka Ume was taken aback.

Miyauchi Ichiho was also somewhat incredulous.

"No way? Only five minutes have passed."

"Perhaps we acted too aggressively before, and we've become overly sensitive."

Matsuzaka Ume licked her lips, her eyes gleaming. "Five minutes is enough, though. Just think about Aono-kun's size, five minutes is more than enough to enjoy him."

The two mature women exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shyness and an undisguised anticipation in each other's eyes.

Just then, with a "whoosh," there was another sound coming from the sofa.

The two of them instinctively looked up.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of loose, flowing black hair.

Next, we see Haruharu Shiori's face, half-hidden by her hair, her breath coming in rapid gasps.

The girl's slender arms were firmly grasped from behind by a pair of large hands, tied behind her back, and her entire upper body was almost suspended in the air, leaning out of the sofa.

Sweat trickled down her slender neck, and her delicate collarbones and clearly defined ribs, in the dim light, outlined a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

That typical A-cup figure, at this moment, exuded a unique and insane allure due to the tension in her body and her extreme posture.

"No... I can't take it anymore..."

Her eyes were unfocused, as if she wanted to call for help from Aono behind her, but her voice was broken and weak.

However, before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly stiffened!

Then, like a heavy machine gun with extremely strong recoil, it began to vibrate violently back and forth rhythmically, one beat at a time!

That rhythm was amazing!

Each backward thrust felt like being rammed into the deepest part of the cockpit, causing a noticeable pause in the body, as if the soul had been knocked out of the body.

Then, pulled forward by that force, it gathers its strength for a moment, and then violently pulls backward again! This repeats itself!

"Uh...uh...uh..."

Shiori Haruharu could no longer utter a complete sentence; she could only let out intermittent, animal-like cries from deep within her throat.

Her disheveled hair swung wildly with the violent thud of her body, her pink tongue uncontrollably darted out, and a glistening drop even spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Her face, hidden by her flowing hair, made it impossible to see her expression, but her violently trembling body said it all!

Miyauchi Kazuho and Matsuzaka Ume were completely dumbfounded!

What... what kind of game is this? It's so... so exciting!