Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

"Since you're worried, I'll keep watch with you tonight."

As Merlin spoke, she gracefully sat down on the sofa in the living room, her long, silvery-white hair spreading out like moonlight.

Mio's gaze swept over Merlin, then looked upstairs, but she remained silent, though the wariness in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

at this time,

Footsteps sounded, and several figures passed by her.

Eve and 2B merely glanced at the tense Mio, their eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Without any hesitation, he strode up the stairs with his long legs.

Claire's face, which always carried a hint of coldness, revealed no emotion, but she simply followed the two silently upstairs.

Next came an even more oppressive presence.

Lady Ariana, who was nearly three meters tall, walked past Mio like a queen inspecting her territory, accompanied by her three equally tall and beautiful daughters.

The noblewoman merely cast a disdainful glance down at her, her golden eyes filled with arrogance, and a contemptuous smile playing on her lips.

Her daughters let out soft, joyful laughs, their bare feet making no sound on the soft carpet, and followed their mother's footsteps down the stairs.

They even secretly hoped that their master would come to their room tonight and bring them unparalleled pleasure.

The second floor of the villa.

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open, and a warm aroma mixed with fragrance and heating wafted out.

Su Hui led two stunning beauties, one on each side, into the room, and closed the door with his foot, making a soft "click" sound.

He didn't even give the witch in his arms any time to react. His large hand, which was wrapped around her slender waist, suddenly tightened, and he pressed her hot, delicate body, which was covered by a black leather jacket, into his arms.

As he strode toward the large, soft bed in the center of the room, he lowered his head and kissed Bayonetta's fiery red lips.

Bayonetta's lips were soft and warm, carrying a hint of sweet wine. The seed of loyalty turned all her struggles into submission.

Su Hui's kiss was domineering and deep, his tongue prying open her pearly teeth, wantonly stirring and plundering every inch of sweetness in her mouth.

At the same time, his large hand, which was wrapped around Bayonetta's slender waist, slid unceremoniously down to her round and perky buttocks, which were covered by a black leather jacket, and wantonly grabbed and kneaded her amazing curves.

The taut leather conveyed its ultimate elasticity and feel to his palm without reservation.

Su Hui could even feel the muscles under his palm trembling slightly from his kneading. Satisfied, he increased the pressure, producing a few crisp slapping sounds.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Honey, you're so biased!"

A charming yet slightly aggrieved voice rang in my ears.

Harley, who was being held in his other arm, pouted her pink lips in dissatisfaction.

Her bright blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, and she nuzzled her cheek against Su Hui's arm like a clingy kitten.

But her actions were far bolder than her voice.

Those slender, fair hands had already restlessly reached up to Su Hui's chest, drawing circles on it.

Her fingertips, through his shirt, precisely located the protrusion on his chest, gently pressing and rotating it with a hint of provocation.

The tingling, itchy sensation made Su Hui's breath catch in his throat slightly.

Harley's fingertips were slightly cool, a stark contrast to his hot body, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

The little fairy's hands did not stop there.

She giggled, her hand sliding down Su Hui's abs, deftly slipping under his shirt hem, and then his waistband.

In the end, she grasped the already awakened, burgeoning heat with perfect accuracy.

She used such a bold and direct action to arouse Su Hui's desire, rubbing her hands together.

The nimble, smooth little hands brought Su Hui a unique stimulation, especially the fingertips that would occasionally tease the sensitive granules on the coronal sulcus.

"Well……"

The intense stimulation caused Su Hui to groan softly, his lips briefly parting from Bayonetta's, a glistening thread stretching between them.

He turned his head to look at Harley's smug little face, which was full of "come praise me" expressions, his eyes filled with indulgent smiles.

His free hand immediately reached up and grabbed Harley's breasts, which, though not as voluptuous as Bayonetta's, were still full and firm.

The sensation through the fabric was no longer enough for him.

Su Hui's hand slipped down the collar into Harley's short sleeve, completely grasping her soft, delicate skin in his palm, kneading it into various shapes with his movements.

"Hmm~"

Harley let out a satisfied groan, her eyes squinting comfortably, like a cat that had just been petted and was moaning sweetly.

Seeing that Su Hui's attention was being drawn away by Harley.

After a passionate kiss, Bayonetta, her face flushed and just regaining her breath, pressed herself against him again.

Her long, seaweed-like black hair exuded a captivating fragrance, and her mature, sophisticated face was flushed with passion.

She brought her fiery red lips close to Su Hui's ear, her warm breath mingling with her unique fragrance, gently caressing him.

Then, she stuck out her delicate tongue and gently sucked on Su Hui's earlobe, licking and sucking it lightly with the tip of her tongue.

"Owner……"

Bayonetta's magnetic voice, now tinged with a deliberately lowered hoarseness, made each word feel like a feather, scratching at Su Hui's heart.

It's a fatal allure unique to mature women, a serendipitous understanding of men's weaknesses.

Especially when she spoke in a mature, older sister-like tone, uttering the most alluring words, her gray pupils, hidden behind cat-eye glasses, shimmered with a unique charm.

"Although this is their first time... I will try my best to make you satisfied..."

Su Hui suddenly turned his head.

He saw Bayonetta's stunningly beautiful face flushed with passion. Despite it being the first time she had taken the initiative, she deliberately feigned confidence and a captivatingly bold and alluring gaze.

Beneath that feigned composure lay an undisguised shyness and panic.

This contradictory charm, a blend of naivety and allure, completely ignited Su Hui's last shred of reason.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

He swallowed hard.

Su Hui suddenly swept Bayonetta's voluptuous and mature body up in his arms, and with a short gasp from her, he strode to the bedside and threw her onto the soft mattress without any pity.

Her voluptuous, mature body bounced alluringly on the pristine white mattress, her ample breasts trembling wildly, outlining incredibly seductive curves beneath her black leather jacket.

Next second,

Before she could regain her balance, Su Hui pounced on her and pinned Bayonetta to the soft mattress.

"Hehehe~ Honey, wait for me~"

Harley let out a series of excited giggles and leaped up, landing on Su Hui's back.

Her soft, smooth body pressed against his back, her soft breasts rubbing against his back through the thin T-shirt, bringing waves of tingling sensations, full of provocative meaning.

However, Su Hui couldn't wait any longer.

He lowered his head and kissed Bayonetta's fiery red lips, his tongue forcefully probing in, plundering the sweetness in her mouth.

Bayonetta let out a soft hum, a low moan escaping her throat, her body involuntarily responding, her gray pupils glistening behind her cat-eye glasses.

Her long, seaweed-like black hair was scattered on the sheets. Driven by magic, a few strands of hair wrapped around Su Hui's wrist like serpents, their cool touch teasing him.

"Mmm... Master, I want it~"

Bayonetta's voice was husky and magnetic, with a mature woman's unique charm, and the mole on the corner of her lip looked even more alluring in her shy smile.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heated, the three bodies intertwined.

Su Hui held Harley's waist and moved violently. Harley's body rose and fell with his rhythm, and her breasts swayed in the air in an alluring arc.

Bayonetta assisted from the side, her tongue and fingers lingering on Harley's sensitive spots, eliciting high-pitched screams from her time and time again.

These moving, melodious, suppressed yet irrepressible sounds began to trickle out from the crack in the master bedroom door.

The sound traveled through the corridor and clearly drifted into the room next door where Ariana and her three daughters were.

Inside the room where Ariana and her three daughters were, the captivating and melodious sounds wafting from the master bedroom next door acted like a potent aphrodisiac, making the air hot and ambiguous.

Three daughters in the prime of their youth, whose bodies were already mature, could hardly withstand such direct stimulation.

They were already barefoot, and now their clothes were disheveled as they sat or lay on the soft carpet, their pretty cheeks flushed with passion.

"Mother……"

Daniela's voice trembled slightly as she raised her hazy eyes and looked at her noble and dignified mother in the center of the room.

"Master...will you come here tonight?"

"Yeah yeah,"

Cassandra chimed in, a hint of grievance in her voice, "Ever since that time at the training grounds, Master hasn't touched us again..."

"I miss my master's scent so much..."

Bella's voice was thick with nasal tone and filled with undisguised longing.

"I really want him to hold me in his arms, my whole body... mmm..."

Their wanton and bold words echoed in the room, making the temperature in the air seem to rise a few degrees.

Standing by the window, Lady Ariana listened to her daughters' shameless murmurs and felt the growing heat rising within her own body.

Her long, slender legs, encased in white lace stockings, had already unconsciously clenched together, and the slight friction between her plump thighs sent shivers of pleasure through her.

The increasingly loud moans from next door were like a fire, igniting long-dormant desires within her and stirring up turbulent waves in her well-developed body and mind.

"Nonsense!"

Ariana blushed and spat at them lightly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness and tremor.

She tried her best to maintain the composure of a noblewoman, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her true feelings.

"What time is it now? We're in danger, the crisis isn't over yet, and all you're thinking about is this?"

Her words sounded like a reprimand, but there was no sternness in her golden eyes; instead, they were filled with an intense, irrepressible spring-like warmth.

"Everything we have...both body and soul, already belongs to our master."

Ariana's voice softened slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in her golden eyes.

"Whether our master wants it or not, we can only wait obediently, and then... give everything we have."

"Cuckoo~"

The three sisters let out a burst of charming laughter, stood up, and surrounded Ariana.

They rubbed affectionately against their mother's tall figure, playfully teasing her, stroking her smooth arms, or pressing their cheeks against her full breasts.

They comforted each other in their unbearable longing.

"My mother speaks so seriously..."

The boldest of them all, Cassandra, grinned wickedly and, taking Ariana by surprise, swiftly ran her slender fingers over the most private part of Ariana's skirt.

The amazingly slippery sensation from her fingertips made her smile even wider.

"...But they clearly want it even more than we do~"

"Look, it's all soaked."

"You little slut!"

Lady Ariana trembled violently, her legs clamped together even tighter, and she let out a charming gasp, her face filled with undisguised embarrassment and lust.

She bit her bright red lips, her mature and beautiful face filled with a mixture of coquettishness and shyness, her golden eyes almost dripping with tears.

Her captivating appearance was even more alluring than that of her daughters.

……

Compared to the decadent atmosphere of the upstairs room, the atmosphere of the downstairs living room seemed rather strange.

Mio remained like a cold statue, holding a giant sword and warily observing everything around her.

Merlin, meanwhile, sat elegantly on the sofa, sipping a cup of black tea that appeared out of nowhere.