As if responding to the mood shift, the room instantly warmed up.
Michael didn’t waste any time removing the rest of his clothes.
“Your knee…” He was suddenly reminded mid-kiss, hands reaching to rub it as he thought about switching their position.
“It’s fine.” The system was kind enough to turn on the pain nullification at least, making it so that Zane couldn’t feel any aching from the bruised area.
“My skin just makes it look worse than it should be.”
“Is that so?” Michael gently kneaded the knee, as if to test if he was telling the truth, but received no reaction from Zane.
His fingers traced Zane’s thighs up to his buttocks, causing Zane to wiggle from the ticklish sensation.
Michael gently nipped Zane’s bottom lip while his hands busied themselves with pinching and squeezing the lower cheeks.
The semi-muscular buttocks were a foreign feeling to those he had slept with.
“What kind of jobs would give you these muscles?” He mumbled into the kiss, eyes opening to watch Zane’s expression while he inched closer to the closed hole he had been curious about.
“Does it involve using your glutes?”
“One of the jobs was at a warehouse.”
“A warehouse?” He broke the kiss and gave the butt a good squeeze.
“All that bending and lifting really paid off.” The evidence was in his grasp.
Those toned muscles paired with soft skin were really something else.
Michael couldn’t get enough of playing with it.
“You should have seen me while I work.” Zane wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck, moving in even closer so that their lower bodies touched.
“Feels good…”
“Yeah?” His fingers finally found the area they were drawn to, playfully rubbing the outer rim.
His mouth didn’t stay idle either.
It found Zane’s shoulders, sucking and biting them as a way to encourage Zane to move his hips.
The tip of his index finger nudged the entrance.
To his surprise, it was received with ease.
He had originally thought that he would warm it up with some rubbing until he got his hands on the coconut oil.
“Did you already—?” Not only was it easy to put a finger in, but the gradual wetness inside was surprising.
Michael had slept with both men and women.
He would take his sweet time prepping both, making sure the sex was pleasurable without pain.
“Don’t ask!” It was too fantastical a thing to explain why he would always be ready to do the deed.
“Whatever you say,” Michael responded with a helpless chuckle.
If Zane didn’t want him probing for the truth, then he wouldn’t mind pretending not to know.
He patted his butt, urging him to lift it so he could better toy with the needy hole.
“Move up a little.”
Michael’s face was now at Zane’s chest level.
His eyes lingered on the little buds, feeling utterly seduced by those muscular pecks that were barely an inch away.
His lips pressed against the warm skin, tongue swiping and teeth grazing it with all the tease in the world.
He could feel Zane’s muscles contracting and shift from the sudden attack on his chest.
The way his breath hitched for a moment fueled Michael’s desire to torment the other even more.
His index finger was knuckled deep, twisting and curling against the tight squeeze of the walls.
He pulled it out and shoved it in, fucking the small entrance in tandem with the flicking of his tongue on the small bud.
The way the soft nips gradually harden from excitement made him torment it more.
He sucked it hard, earning a groan from Zane and a rough pull on his hair.
“Easy on the nipple.” His words were spoken through gritted teeth.
It felt good, but also weird in ways he couldn’t explain.
The moment his grip on Michael’s hair eased, the other immediately latched on to it again.
This time, playfully grazes them with his teeth.
“Ah…Michael…”
The moan was further encouragement.
Michael added another finger, feeling the walls hungrily suck them in every time he pulled them out.
The squelching noises made his cock twitch with eager anticipation.
“Lucky bastard…” He mumbled at the thought of Clyde having a go at it before him.
A third one was added while he switched to toy with the other nipple.
“I should be hating this.” Clyde had returned with a few things in his hand.
The sight that greeted him instantly caused blood to rush between his legs.
He placed the jaded dildos on the table and chose the one he found most interesting, pouring wine onto it.
“This should disinfect it somewhat.”
He didn’t know that the built-in properties of this place were what made it spotless.
The automatic cleansing for everything inside was why the previous holy maiden liked being in here so much.
“Were you thinking of how it would feel inside of you?” Clyde positioned himself behind Zane.
Michael had already removed his fingers and was now gripping and stroking Zane’s dick.
Clyde’s breathy whisper nearly caused Zane to come.
“Did you imagine shoving this in?”
Clyde’s fingers dipped inside the well-teased entrance, gently pulling it open as he lined up the wine-coated toy to it.
The cold sensation alongside the jerking motions from his front end made him shudder.
His mind blanked from the high of the ejaculation, as he rested his head against Michael’s shoulders, panting.
“So sensitive.” Clyde chuckled knowingly at how quickly Zane came.
His hands didn’t stop what they were doing.
Clyde couldn’t tear his eyes away from the disappearing shaft as it entered slowly.
“Fuck both of you…” Zane murmured in a daze.
He could feel the bumps on the jaded toy rub against his sensitive walls with every push.
It poked him in all the right areas, waking his semi-limp cock in those warm palms.
“Hahaha, good.” Seeing that Zane still had the strength to keep going, Michael laughed into his ears and gave it a good lick.
From this angle, he could see the way Zane was taking in the jade stick.
“Move your hips, Zane.” Clyde felt his mouth dry from all the breathy moans and gasping that Zane let out.
“Ride the jade the same way you did me.”
“Shit, C.” Michael hadn’t expected his friend to say all that.
He saw Zane glance back at Clyde with an annoyed glare, but still obediently moved as he was told.
His broad shoulders felt the weight of Zane’s grip, but Michael didn’t mind being used as a brace.
He wrapped both his hands around their parts, letting them rub together to help ease his excitement.
Suddenly, their positions had switched from when they had masturbated next to the waterfall.
With Zane on top, doing all the moving while he sat and watched.
The sinful noises of pleasure were no longer drowned out by something deafening.
Michael’s gaze met Clyde briefly before a nod was given his way.
His hands released the swollen cocks, now gripping Zane’s waist to stop him from moving.
The jade was cast aside and replaced with Michael’s own warmth.
Zane grunted at the suddenness of it all.
He again slid his hand into Michael’s short hair, gripping it in place as he eagerly sucked on his tongue for comfort.
“Here’s something to suck on.” The heated kiss didn’t last long when Clyde’s long fingers gripped his jaw to part them.
He had already unbuckled his pants and taken out his erection.
“You were disappointed last time.
This time, I’ll let you have it.”
System…
They’re trying to kill me.
[Nonsense.]
Why don’t you come here and be on the receiving end!?
His eyes suddenly darkened, and all sensations disappeared.
It was quick, lasting only seconds, and then everything came back at the sound of the alarm.
“I haven’t seen anyone so handsome since forever!” The squeals didn’t help with the confusion.
Zane blankly stared at the people surrounding him with small brushes in their hands.
The ticklish feeling of one of those brushes against his lips told him that everything he was seeing was real.
What the fuck?
Silas? Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
[Yes, Master?]
What just happened?
[Answering: It seems there had been a forced time jump according to the original plot.]
Huh?
[In short, the novel cut off ambiguously during the threesome.]
Zane couldn’t explain how frustrated he felt in that moment.
He felt so angry that he suddenly wanted to puke blood.
I sacrificed my asshole but didn’t get to live through the experience!?
FUCKKKKKKKKK!
The murmurs grew even louder at the visible annoyance on Zane’s face.
His angry face was gawked at by everyone, including the photographer responsible for today’s shoot.
Should I go find them now and do it again?
[Pervert.]
Zane admitted that he was a pervert.
He really wanted to know what a threesome felt like.
IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD!!
FUCK THE AUTHOR AND THEIR BULLSHIT!
“So furious!
So dangerous!
This is it!
Hold that expression, Zane!” The photographer couldn’t wait for them to be on set.
He pulled out his camera and shot hundreds of pictures right there in the styling room.
None of what he said or did entered Zane’s mind.
Even his frustrated sigh was captured and praised by the crazy crew.
Jane Carter also took a few of her own pictures, wanting to post them on Zane’s social media to build hype.
This was his very first shoot alongside other aspiring models and stars.
It was a collaborative magazine issue that wanted all the new faces of the industry.
Zane had on a suit.
His hair was trimmed and partially styled back, with a few loose strands that complemented the messy look of a frustrated office worker.
His tie was already loosened, and so were a few of his buttons.
Due to her respected status and connections in the industry, Jane managed to get Zane his own styling room.
Others would have to share one, so Zane didn’t see Oliver, who should also be here for the collaborative shoot.
“Ahem!” Jane cleared her throat to get the photographer’s attention.
“We should head on set and not keep the others waiting.”
As much as she liked having her star as the center of attention, it wouldn’t look good for Zane to keep the other agents and their signed artists waiting.
Rumors spread quickly in this industry.
It was best to be safe than sorry.
[Update: Mission progression is currently at 90%]
It dropped again?
[Master has spent three months training your skills with professionals.
The protagonist had already made a name for himself during that time.]
And the other two leads?
[They have reconciled their friendship with the protagonist because your autopilot mode was busy with becoming a model and finishing your paper for school.]
Shit.
I didn’t know something like this happened to a host as well.
He knew that time skips happened according to plot, but he had always thought that hosts had the luxury of living through them instead of skipping as well.
[The host can preset what their autopilot will do during the time skip.
In this case, Master has established that you want to become a model to earn money and pay for your brother’s hospice care.
The paper has been finished, and Master has been recognized by the archaeologist community as being the primary contributor.]
Great.
I’ll just try the threesome again.
Thanks for reading!