"Ugh, I don't want to... ah!"
Grace, dazed by the alcohol, was oblivious to Vincent's departure and voiced her protest.
Unexpectedly, she arched her lower body, lifting her alluring back, kneeling on the bed while her upper body lay back.
Hearing Grace's voice, Zane froze again.
Her dress was already hiked up halfway, and realizing she was willing, he gradually lifted it to her waist.
The first thing he saw was Grace's voluptuous backside, her tight dress revealing a gap at her most intimate area.
Unable to resist the temptation, Zane reached out, finding her already incredibly excited.
"Umm, stop touching, come on in, I still want more," Grace murmured, her hips swaying, indicating that Vincent's recent departure hadn't satisfied her desires.
Thinking of this woman he had longed for, Zane's heart raced, and his body trembled again.
He remembered Grace's warmth in everyday life—her agreeing to cook meals for him daily, reminding him not to drink coffee late at night, playfully scolding him when his gaze wandered too freely.
But now, Grace had changed, her usual cheerfulness replaced by a passion unfamiliar to Zane.
Zane pondered every aspect of Grace: sometimes distant, sometimes tender, but always mesmerizing.
She seemed like an unattainable goddess, just a fantasy.
Initially, Zane was content just touching her feet, but soon he realized his true desire—he wanted more than just physical contact; he wanted all of her, especially knowing she could never belong solely to Vincent.
Reflecting on Grace's innocence and his own desires, Zane struggled between their reality and his escalating lust.
However, in his moment of intense desire, he cast aside his reservations, ready to physically close the gap between them.
As he positioned himself, Grace's playful admonitions further spurred his actions, their escalating intimacy intertwining.
Zane moaned, feeling his thoughts nearly explode, and he thrust forward without hesitation.
Grace cried out, "Ouch, it's so big, too big~ Ouch~ Baby~" Her body dipped forward under Zane's vigorous thrusts, feeling a profound sense of fulfillment.
"Oh my God, so tight! So tender!"
Zane thought, his mind overwhelmed with various thoughts, driving him to thrust vigorously.
Watching his dark, hefty manhood fully enter Grace's delicate intimacy, Zane felt as if he were living in a dream.
"I did it, I finally did it! My goddess!" he exclaimed in disbelief.
"Thud, slap,thud,slap..."
The sounds filled the air.
"Oh~ Oh~ It feels so good~ I want more~ Faster, faster..."
Grace gradually got used to Zane's size, her body craving more, unable to suppress her desires.
Hearing Grace's eager pleas, Zane started off cautiously, but suddenly, his passion ignited, leading to an outburst of fervor.
Zane tightly gripped Grace's slender waist, thrusting rapidly.
He felt as if he were soaring through the sky, a sense of conquest flowing through his body, satisfying his innermost desires and driving him to thrust even harder.
"Mmm~ It's magical~ Baby~ Baby~ Ah~"
Grace arched her back, twisting her waist, syncing with Zane's movements, each contact pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Zane couldn't control himself and once again tore through Grace's stockings, fully exposing her pale buttocks.
He playfully slapped her backside.
"Ah, ah, it's unbelievable. I can't take it anymore. Oh! Oh!"
Grace's expression twisted, her voice slightly deepened by pleasure.
Even a goddess can lose control with alcohol.
"Damn, what a charming little devil!"
Zane looked down at the woman beneath him, passionately engaged in their fervent encounter.
He was amazed at how someone who usually radiated gentleness, nobility, and virtue could show such a wild side in this moment.
"Ah~" Zane maintained a vigorous pace for another twenty minutes until he felt the intense tightness of Grace's intimacy become too overwhelming for the third time.
With one final forceful thrust, he could no longer control himself.
His hips numbed, and a thick stream of semen burst forth, mercilessly filling Grace's intimate space.
"Damn!" Zane couldn't help but feel that he had "come too soon," not even lasting an hour.
He watched the semen spurt from the tip of his head, shaking his head at his inability to restrain himself.
Only then did he fully regain his senses, admitting that he indeed reached climax in the intimate embrace of his goddess.
"Oh~~~"
Grace used up all her remaining strength and collapsed onto the bed, her face blank as if she had slipped into a dream.
After his climax, Zane's mind was suddenly clear. He thought, "Damn, what if she finds out tomorrow?"
At first, he had planned to take off all of Grace's clothes and try different positions, but he lost his nerve in the end.
Zane adjusted his pants, watching the milky fluid slowly seep from Grace's private area.
Some of it was absorbed by her underwear, the rest stained the bed.
He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped away the remaining traces.
After making sure no evidence was left, he carefully placed Grace back on the bed, covered her with a sheet, turned off the light, and quietly left the room.
All night, Zane was torn between intense excitement and fear.
He was worried about being discovered, and though he wanted to return to Grace's room next door, he couldn't muster the courage.
Worried he would be restless all night, he decided to go for a walk. Little did he know, just steps outside his door, a speeding car came out of nowhere, and his game was over.
Suddenly, a jade pendant flashed a beam of light, and in the blink of an eye, Zane was gone.
At the same time, another voice chimed in: "Zane, you are now deceased. However, I sense your restlessness, and due to the universe's fluke mentality, you have synchronized with another world's Zane. Here's the plan:
[Integrate Zane's memories]
[Return to one month before the apocalypse]
[Issue Storage Space]
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