As his Spear of lust surged forward, piercing through the colossal mountains, their feeble attempts to halt its advance proved futile. ..
Unrelenting and indomitable, the mighty spear ascended, reaching the pinnacle unyieldingly.
With its tip towering proudly upon the summit, it proclaimed its arrival, capturing the gaze of the mountain's beholder.
In awe, they witnessed the majestic tip protruding from both of their gigantic mountains standing proud in front of their eyes, once again realising how mighty the spear was..
Even though the tip of the spear stood tall, thick, and mushroom-shaped atop the mountains, defying traditional expectations, let us remember the profound words of a wise individual:
'It doesn't matter how the weapon looks, what matters is how effective it is.'
'In the face of unconventional appearances, it is the power to achieve our objectives that truly counts.
As the majestic spear reached the summit, standing tall and unwavering, its effectiveness was undeniable.
Its hardness matched that of a conventional spear, and its impressive thickness commanded attention.
The tip of the spear stood proudly before them, throbbing and pulsating with an air of power.
Leaking a few beads of sweat, the tip glistened even without the sunlight, captivating the gaze of the two, just leaking a few beads of white sweat, coating its outside, and just the heavy smell of the tip of that mighty spear was so strong that the two gulped.
Their hearts raced, their bodies growing warmer as they instinctively leaned before the mighty tip.
After bending down, in an act of worship and sincerity, they opened their mouths, gently licking and swallowing the beads of sweat that adorned the powerful spear. It was their way of showing reverence and devotion.
First, the girl with purple hair, the owner of the second mountain, bowed down in awe, then paying her respects to the mighty spear, she eagerly licked the white coloured sweat, treating it no less than the holy water, seemingly feeling that her sincerity might not be able to move the spear, she bent down even more, before opening her mouth taking the tip inside her mouth, swallowing the strong fluids directly from the source, she felt blessed to witness the might of the spear so now she was offering her utmost sincerity.
Following her lead, the owner of the first mountain also bent down, demonstrating her loyalty in the same manner.
Witnessing their genuine acts of reverence, the spear trembled, accepting their sincerity, as beads of sticky white sweat continued to trickle from the tip, a sign of its approval, acknowledging their desperate attempts to please.
Little did the spear know, the two individuals harbored a hidden agenda.
As the mighty spear rested, appreciating their efforts, the mountains themselves began to shake
Booing.
Their peaks converged, drawing closer to each other, threatening to crush the length of the spear caught in their midst.
It was a treacherous conspiracy.
The spear, filled with anger, instantly trembled against the sudden pressure.
However, the cunning duo was relentless, not allowing it any respite.
While the spear believed they were simply acknowledging its power, unbeknownst to the spear, the two had devised a plan.
Their intention was not merely to show submission by licking the sweat; they were aware of the potential effects of their tongues, mouths, and saliva.
They knew that their actions could weaken the spear's strength, causing even more sweat to leak from the tip, and that thick, slimy, strong sweat have marvellous effect on their bodies.
The honest spear, driven by honor, was unaware of the depths of human treachery.
It believed they had surrendered, unaware of the deceit unfolding before its very eyes.
As the two girls attempted to exert their power over the mighty spear, crushing the length between their mountains while eagerly consuming the sweat that continuously leaked from the tip, the spear watched on.
Despite being conspired against by these cunning girls, as the pressure mounted on the trapped length, the spear remained unafraid.
It was confident in its power.
It sneered at their futile attempts to crush it.
What could these mountains possibly do to its hardened metal with their softness?
It felt no fear. Size didn't matter in battle; strength did.
The spear knew that no matter how large and imposing the mountains appeared, they couldn't break its unyielding hardness.
It held firm, undeterred.
However, the spear was unaware of their true intentions.
As the two girls intensified their efforts, relentlessly licking and sucking the sweat, the spear suddenly realized their true objective.
They sought not just the sweat but its very essence—the core of its being.
All their previous actions of awe, kneeling, and licking were merely a means to this end.
Their worship and sincerity were a ruse.
The mighty spear knew the potency and strength of its essence.
Very few individuals in the world were fortunate enough to receive its essence, and these two were not among them.
Yet, it was too late to stop them.
The cunning girls had cunningly executed their plan, fulfilling every condition necessary to obtain its essence.
Reluctantly, the spear had no choice but to release it for them.
Their efforts and deceit had paid off.
As the spear's thick essence flowed into them, the girls hungrily devoured every drop, not letting any go to waste.
Upon releasing its essence, the spear weakened, shrinking in size and falling from the mountains.
The spear harbored no anger or sadness.
It was unaware of the treachery of humanity.
Though it had lost some essence, it considered it insignificant—a drop in the ocean of its being, produced abundantly each day.
These two girls had played their cards right.
Their cunningness earned the spear's reluctant admiration, their relentless pursuit of its essence made it acknowledge their hard work. The satisfied smiles on their faces made it momentarily forget.
Perhaps the world and its people were indeed beautiful.
Maybe these two girls truly needed its essence, resorting to such tricks out of necessity.
After all, had they simply asked for it, would the spear have given it willingly?
Maybe, maybe not.