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[Abe Morioka] What's a Bond? (Megamori Milky Pie)
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On a quiet night in late April, Kisama Ken—27, reclusive, and hopelessly strapped for cash—discovers a strange, no-strings-attached listing on an auction site. Within three months and mere seconds before the auction closes, he triumphantly declares a win, only to be unceremoniously scooped by a rival. Just as despair sets in, a breathtaking, exotic beauty with dark hair and elaborate jewelry materializes before him, declaring he is the nearest person and shall henceforth bond with her wondrous fortune. She tempts him with intoxicating words about a burning "bond" between them, her ample curves and sly tongue making quick work of his resistance as she leads him to the bed for a night of uninhibited pleasure. But the tryst takes a punishing turn as she strips away his control—pinning him down, spanking him raw, and teasing him toward the edge only to cruelly deny him, milking his desperate arousal until he finally erupts inside her. Even in the throes of ecstasy, she muses about his publicly shaved pubic hair making the perfect runway to the base, until reality violently crashes back in: he is ripped from the fantasy by a frantic call from his editor at Megamori Milky Pie, who screams about a submission due in three hours. Back at his cluttered desk, surrounded by deadlines and bewildered assistants, Kisama is left shaken, distracted, and utterly unable to explain why his body still hums with the lingering thrill of the goddess who claimed him.Show moreShow less
On a quiet night in late April, Kisama Ken—27, reclusive, and hopelessly strapped for cash—discovers a strange, no-strings-attached listing on an auction site. Within three months and mere seconds before the auction closes, he triumphantly declares a win, only to be unceremoniously scooped by a rival. Just as despair sets in, a breathtaking, exotic beauty with dark hair and elaborate jewelry materializes before him, declaring he is the nearest person and shall henceforth bond with her wondrous fortune. She tempts him with intoxicating words about a burning "bond" between them, her ample curves and sly tongue making quick work of his resistance as she leads him to the bed for a night of uninhibited pleasure. But the tryst takes a punishing turn as she strips away his control—pinning him down, spanking him raw, and teasing him toward the edge only to cruelly deny him, milking his desperate arousal until he finally erupts inside her. Even in the throes of ecstasy, she muses about his publicly shaved pubic hair making the perfect runway to the base, until reality violently crashes back in: he is ripped from the fantasy by a frantic call from his editor at Megamori Milky Pie, who screams about a submission due in three hours. Back at his cluttered desk, surrounded by deadlines and bewildered assistants, Kisama is left shaken, distracted, and utterly unable to explain why his body still hums with the lingering thrill of the goddess who claimed him.