'Ahh, I feel like my entire body is wrapped in their wet flesh...it's like I'm inside a giant pussy." Although disgusted at his own imagination, it was indeed the only way to describe his current state, his naked body was entirely surrounded by the girl's body.
He was soaking in feminine flesh more than the bath. In what world of utter perversion and unending depravity, his entire body twitched as he felt a pleasure from all sides and nerves.
His penis throbbed violently-a milky liquid erupted from the tips as he filled the cat girl, that was straddling him, with his copious spunk.
"Nyoa~! A-Amazing~!! This is, this is sex...?" The girls watched in utter fascination as their friend twitched and moaned like a deranged mess, her eyes rolling up the sockets of her skull, a sign of her immense pleasure, before one of them yanked her out hostile replaced her with herself.
The cycle continued like that again and again in endless loops. In the end, the girls could only beg Armstrong to stop.
Standing naked, his dick hanging freely covered in bodily fluids of two many origins, and the girls covered in his semen and their mixed juices, laid on the floor with hazy expressions and smiles full of bliss.
Armstrong only had one thought in his mind, at this depraved sight. 'I fucking love this life, Thanks Priapus for another chance.'
When he left the bath with a towel rolled around his hips. Armstrong let out a sigh of deep satisfaction.
It was truly an exciting and spiritually relaxing event. In the bath, what was left were five completely exhausted women covered in a shower of semen from head to toe. This was such an erotic sight that he almost went for a new round, but the girls were exhausted.
"I really love this, I suggest we try it again another time"
'Status'
[Experience 800/1000]
[Health 100/100]
Armstrong's body felt fresh and he smiled.
........
Having changed into nightwear, Armstrong began to calmly advance towards the dining room, it was time for lunch.
Along the way, maids of different races and origins bowed and curtsied to him with respect etched deep into their bones.
The tower of great merchant Heart Allien was divided into four vertical sections, upper, middle, lower, and the illustrious underground section. Only Great Prexy could enter the underground part of the tower.
From the guards to cooks and even the maids, each and every one of them was a woman. Most of them were from different races.
The difference between genders was partially useless. A dainty little woman could have enough strength to shatter a rock, while a muscular and rugged man could be unable to even put a dent in the same.
All the feminists on planet Earth would kill to live in a world like this one.
Discarding those humorous thoughts, about his old world, he stopped his galt once he reached a large door decorated in lavish areas of gold and silver etchings of ancient aesthetics. He finally opened the door with a smile on his face.
It was a large room with only a single table as the primary decoration. The ceiling was painted with what looked like a map of a star-filled sky, said stars were shining thanks to a complex array of spells created a few years ago by the court witch.
Scanning the room, marveling at the wondrous sight, his eyes went past the maids standing close to the walls before stopping on the sole woman seated at the very edge of the long wooden table.
She was as beautiful as always. Her long golden hair combined with her black dress could only emphasize her eternal elegance and enchanting beauty further and further.
She was overflowing with the thick pheromones of a mature woman, in the prime of her life. As if that wasn't enough, the dress chest was kept boldly open, exposing the lovely curves of the beautiful cleavage.
The two were large and soft looking on the verge of popping out of the skimpy dress. This was truly a woman of sin.
This sinful woman who was his aunt gave a swift order after seeing him enter.
"Alright girls, you can leave"
"Understood"
They all bowed and smiled in unison before walking in perfect synchronization without making the slightest bit of sound.
Prexy finally let out a faint smile as she indicated with her hands towards the seat on her right.
"Come take a seat"
Armstrong's face mirrored hers, a smile marginally broader than Prexy sat on his face.
He elegantly walked, sitting next to her once he arrived at the seat.
Everything from his posture while walking to the one he adopted while sitting was visual perfection.
He took a look at the table full of beautiful but light dishes before asking with a solemn tone.
"Aunt, before eating I believe it time to explain to me more, why I must get married before I can inherit any of my Dad's property" He really wanted to understand why she was in so much hurry, throwing so many women at him as she did was to supicions. Alora aside, those five maids had clearly been giving orders even if they pretended otherwise. Too weird... Too abrupt. Armstrong knew of a cause that he needed more explanation.
The explanation was fundamentally tied to his origins and his future.
Hearing this sudden question, Prexy who was about to eat her meal, narrowed her eyes to slits; myriad emotions filtered through them she elegantly put down her fork and knife, resting her gaze on a serious Armstrong, more serious than she had ever seen him before.
She knew for a fact that this question would be coming her way sooner or later and in fact, was surprised it took so long.
There was silence everywhere as Prexy searched for the right words to answer Armstrong.
She wished for nothing more than for him to understand her ways and the grounds behind her actions.