The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 751 - 115 - Medicinal Improvements And The Development Of The Cure For Eternal Slumber (6)

Chapter 751: Chapter 115 - Medicinal Improvements And The Development Of The Cure For Eternal Slumber (6)

Now, both of them were completely soaked—drenched in layers of thick, glistening white semen that clung to their bodies like paint on a canvas.

They lay sprawled across the floor, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling with each shaky inhale. Their breasts bounced subtly with every pant, the softness of their flesh heaving under the weight of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

The sight of them—utterly ruined, sweat-slicked skin shimmering under the dim lights, their naked forms coated in used condoms—was maddening. It was arousing to the point of absurdity. More than it should’ve been.

Their expressions were slack with euphoria, eyes half-lidded and completely glazed over with that unmistakable look of debauchery. Their tongues lolled from their mouths lazily, as if they had lost the strength to reel them back in.

Used condoms were draped over their bodies like accessories of sin, stretched across their thighs, bellies, breasts—some even stuck to their skin, glistening with slick residue. The scene was soaked in eroticism, like a painting drawn straight out of the deepest fantasies.

"Ah... That felt good, Master~..." Trisha murmured, her voice slurred and dripping with satisfaction. Her tone was almost childlike in its dreaminess, as if the pleasure had melted her into a daze she didn’t want to escape.

"Glad you like it," I replied, my gaze lingering on her.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright. Her movements were languid, almost drunk on pleasure. Strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks and forehead, framing her dazed face perfectly. Her expression was a portrait of someone utterly ravished—flushed skin, swollen lips, and that distant, satisfied stare.

Something about seeing her this sweaty, this fucked-out, was almost unbearably hot.

"Ahh... I know we’re collecting this for research, but I want a taste... So sorry, Master," she said softly, as her fingers reached toward one of the condoms resting on her stomach. The latex was swollen, still sagging from how much I had poured inside it, despite already cumming multiple times.

She pinched the base carefully between two fingers, lifted it until it dangled in front of her face, then raised it even higher—until it hovered above her open mouth.

With a slight tilt, she angled the opening and let the thick, white cum slowly slide out in a single string. It stretched as it dropped, then landed with a wet slap onto her tongue. She closed her eyes as she let the semen pool there, savoring the taste before she began to swallow.

"Ah, m-me too..." Maya whispered, her speech as slurred and broken as Trisha’s. She too reached for a condom on her thigh, lifted it with trembling fingers, and mirrored Trisha’s movement.

Watching both of them drink my semen—mouths open, tongues waiting, the white liquid dripping down like nectar—was something beyond surreal. It felt like I was watching a scene that couldn’t possibly be real. Something out of a dream. And yet, it was happening right in front of me.

They treated it like it was a delicacy—savoring the taste, letting it slide slowly into their mouths with desire in their eyes.

"Well, I guess the condom really works well," I muttered under my breath, still mesmerized by the sight.

"What are your thoughts about it?" Trisha asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a small grin still lingering.

My thoughts? Honestly, I had already approved of the product from the beginning. But now that I had tested it personally, experienced it from start to finish, I could say with certainty—it was excellent.

The texture of the rubber was noticeable, yes, but it didn’t detract from the experience. Not at all.

It didn’t feel like a barrier—it was more like a light wrap. The friction was still there. The heat, the tightness, the pleasure—it all translated through. It dulled the edge only slightly, but never enough to kill the sensation. Not once.

Overall, it was a damn fine product. And releasing it into the world? That would be a win for us. A big one.

Leonamon’s growth had been impressive lately. With projects reaching production phase and test subjects—like this one—showing promising results, I was confident we were ready for the next leap.

The world was heading toward inevitable war. Tensions were climbing globally. We had to prepare. That meant giving Leonamon every advantage as well as every edge.

Automaton development, like the Republic was focusing on, was a priority. A war of machines instead of people—if that’s where the battlefield was headed, then fine. I’d meet them there.

Leonamon had already begun studying Anna as a core model. Zoey and Chloe were contributing too, analyzing her systems and compiling data. That alone gave us a significant head start.

If the Republic wanted a war of machines, I’d give them one. On our terms.

After wrapping up my feedback to Trisha—affirming the product’s effectiveness and the way it preserved reproductive control—I glanced back down at their naked, glistening bodies.

And then an idea came to me.

A wicked one.

"Well... to commemorate this breakthrough, why don’t we take a picture?" I said with a playful grin forming on my lips.

I bent down and fished my smartphone out of the pants that had been tossed to the floor earlier.

"Now, strike this pose," I instructed.

They followed without hesitation.

Both of them spread their legs wide, their pussies on full display, glistening and flushed, with piles of used condoms surrounding them—some still dripping, others half-folded or stuck to their thighs. More condoms lined the sides of their hips like trophies of the night.

To add a little flair, they lifted their arms, shielding their eyes with the backs of their hands, while clenching multiple condom sachets between their teeth—grinning slightly as if showing off the product itself.

Even though their faces were hidden, their bodies made it obvious what had just occurred.

And despite the lewdness of the pose, one thing stood out clearly—there wasn’t a single drop of cum leaking from their pussies. No mess. No spills. Just stretched, satisfied holes and clean containment.

The product had done exactly what it was supposed to do.

It was the perfect ad shot. Explicit yet informative. A visual that said everything without needing a caption.

But even so, showing this to the world? That wasn’t something I wanted.

I didn’t want to put the women I had out on display for public eyes.

Mm... But maybe a toned-down version—something suggestive, teasing, but not too revealing—could work for promotion. Maybe even a video, with cuts that hid the most explicit parts.

Something tasteful.

Something powerful.

Something that would sell.

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