Chapter 180 – For a horny young woman, kissing is an addiction.

Chapter 180 – For a horny young woman, kissing is an addiction.

Author’s Note: This is yet another instance of a chapter that’s half kind of interesting stuff, half lewd. Again, past me did not draw as solid separations.

“So, for starters, I will raise your Libido to 10,” John explained, opening her status as he did. “Aclysia agreed to have her Libido raised to 25 in the future, so we will maybe increase yours -if you want to- once we find out what exactly that does. Okay?”

“Just do it already,” Momo said, pulling at her cheek, apparently curious about her new elasticity.

With Refined Body II the silicone she was made off was the standard kind, not that that was a problem. John had willingly fucked Aclysia before she got her materials to make her from a 10/10 to a 10+/10.

‘I might have a thing for Asians,’ John realized, thinking about how not only his girlfriend was half Japanese, but both of his artificial spirits were Asian looking. With Aclysia that was no surprise, she had been created from an A2 figurine after all, but with Momo it was pure coincidence. Then there was Gnome’s look. Really, for someone from middle America, he was practically drowning in the East Asians. ‘Ah, whatever, they are all pretty hot,’ John thought his shallow thoughts. Not the first time he admitted that he was fine with being shallow and it wouldn’t be the last. Getting the sexy girls was the dream, and he was living it. If it was wrong to like attractive women, then he would happily be wrong.DiisCoover updated novels on n(o)v./e/lbin(.)com

Back to Momo. He had 20 Stat points for her. Her focus remained to provide everyone else in the group with mana, so raising Wisdom and Intellect was the sensible thing. Therefore, he put 10 points in Intellect, declaring it his goal to push that to 150 for her, and 10 in Libido. Unlike how he did it back in the day with Aclysia he didn’t put in one point after another, Momo didn’t seem all too keen to wait any longer. On the contrary, she looked more like she wanted to just get it over with, which made her similar to Aclysia’s impatient writhing at her creator’s side. The motivations for the two of them varied wildly, however. John smirked, he would be happy to tease Momo in a minute.



The change was instant. Momo suddenly took a deep breath; the way she looked at John and Aclysia changed ever so subtly and clearly. A new kind of interest moved in with the curiosity. Her focus drifted from their faces and down to their bodies. Her fingers, previously relaxed and still, started fidgeting. Her whole body followed suit a moment later. Momo raised her hand and gently tugged the tip of a strand of hair. In response, it seemed to become finer, reacting to the, perhaps unconscious, wish to be more attractive. Her skin seemed to clean up a bit as well, not that it was dirty or rough before, it just got a few finishing touches applied to it until it was worthy of a photo-shoot for Victoria’s Secret.

“Okay, this feels... interesting,” Momo carefully formulated, her eyes darting to her sister's naked form over and over again, despite her best efforts to not stare.

“Don’t be shy, Momo,” Aclysia encouraged her. “Get naked too, a nude form is quite relaxing.”

“I don’t exactly have one of those,” the artificial support answered and looked down on her poncho-wearing self. “This is how I always looked.”

“I will transfer the knowledge to you,” Aclysia promised and rose from the bed.

Knowing that John was staring at her ass with the same intensity one would marvel at an art-piece of timeless character (which was exactly what the female physique was in John’s humble opinion), Aclysia walked over to Momo, hips swinging. Momo waited for that knowledge to arrive, keeping her mind open, allowing everyone who wanted to tab in.

What she didn’t expect was for Aclysia to gently run her hand over her left cheek. Further, the slender fingers progressed, arriving at the back of her head. The same motion repeated a moment later on her other side.

Momo instinctively nuzzled against the hands in motion. Red flushed her paper white features, as the new kind of yearning awoke in full and was partly sated by the gaze of Aclysia’s emerald green eyes. Momo, like John himself, couldn’t help but get lost in them. Only distantly did Momo realize Aclysia’s luscious, pink lips closing in. Further even was the realization that her own opened to receive them.

The first meeting was like a warm ray of sunlight upon her lips. Momo didn’t possess the Inner Fire that her sister had, didn’t expect how that’d be a thing she would ever be sad about. At the same time, there was something unique in being filled with the warmth radiating from the maid. A warmth that intensified with each passing moment and filled her to the core as Aclysia carefully pulled her closer and probed with her tongue.

Momo willingly met her and their kiss bloomed into a wild exchange of heat and saliva; the artificial support, for the first time, realized what she had been missing out on. Information and instructions filled Momo’s thoughts, but she pushed them to her instincts, just following whatever Aclysia wanted. Her own interest lay within her lips, twirled around her tongue. Momo felt a tingle between her legs, only growing in intensity, urging her to continue this intimate contact.

John watched it all; Aclysia carefully turned Momo so that he could have a good side view of the scene. From the moment Aclysia’s lips met the light-pink of the younger Artificial Spirit’s lips, to where her hands let go of Momo’s head and explored downwards, John could see it all. He could sense it all, Momo’s mind still open like a book.

Momo mirrored her sister’s motions, her paper white hands gliding over Aclysia’s fair skin and copying whatever she felt, combining it with what she was learning through Aclysia’s thoughts. From her neck down to her ass, Momo felt up her elder with increasingly greedy motions. What started as a shy probing of Aclysia’s slender shoulders, ended in a shameless cupping of her ass. The lower she got, the more of the clothes that had made up her outer layer disappeared and made way for her new, naked form.

When the transformation had reached the artificial support's toes, Aclysia folded her hands behind Momo’s hips. The support had her hands at the exact same place a moment later. They broke the kiss. Both of them turned towards John in a synchronized movement. The Gamer hadn’t been motionless, pulling his clothes into his inventory as he watched. What voyeuristic delight he felt was infinitely smaller than his anticipation of joining them.

Aclysia smiled, where Momo was enraptured by the sight of John’s naked form. This was far from the first time Momo had seen him naked; however, it was the first time she was actually interested in what she was seeing. Those were the eyes of a woman who understood desire, not those of an entity that happened to be female shaped.

John was scanning her as well. Her skin was absolutely pale, being a competitor to snow. Having taken such heavy inspiration from Aclysia, Momo shared the bottom heavy form of her curves. A beautiful, bountiful booty, that was what John was looking at, extending into a pair of nicely shaped thighs. His eyes roamed upwards, over her lithe midriff and its subtle shifting, as she squirmed under his gaze, and up to her chest.

Where Aclysia had small tits, Momo had almost none at all, having either chosen or instinctively gone with an A-Cup. She was flat, but not completely, there was a hint of breasts that curved from her white skin, with pale pink nipples at the centre. John could have had her change that, but, and this was another one of the shallow thoughts, he did not have an A-cup in his harem yet. If this was what she had chosen for herself and he did not mind it at all, why ask for a change? The only important factor that separated breasts he liked from breasts he loved was whether he got to touch them or not.

“Come, Momo,” Aclysia purred and pulled her towards the bed, where John was waiting. Momo let herself be strung along with only the mildest bit of hesitation. The maid sat down between John’s parted legs, leaving enough room to her right for the support to kneel down next to her. “This is Master’s fantastic cock,” Aclysia swooned and wrapped her slender, velvety fingers around the rigid member.

John did not say a word. He was happy to let Aclysia do the introducing. For now, he limited himself to sighing in support of the way her thumb brushed along the sensitive spots underneath the head of his cock.

“Doesn’t seem that great to me,” Momo stated, as drily as her heated voice allowed her to. John could not withhold an amused snort at that. It was good to hear that she had retained her sass. “Can we kiss again? I liked that more.”

“Master, mhm, what are you doing?” gasped the starved artificial guardian.

“Can’t leave you completely on your own while I take care of Momo, can I?” he asked and pushed the dildo inside. Aclysia shouted with delight at the sudden penetration.

Using an old trick, he made the object vibrate using his possession. He couldn’t move it, or even feel pleasure from it, but it was leagues better than just leaving Aclysia hungry while Momo was getting the full course. He matched the intensity of the vibrations to how deep he was within the sassy support. Realizing this, Aclysia grabbed the base of the dildo and matched the motions as best she could.

Grinning, John put his hands on Momo’s hips. The way they swung to her slender midsection was simply gorgeous. As was every sound she made when he began to fuck her. Slowly at first, gently coaxing every little note out of her. He changed his angles around, until he heard a half-choked, “Yes!”

Holding that angle, he gradually accelerated. He went faster and faster, harder and harder, until the bed creaked. It was by far the quietest noise that echoed through the room. The slapping of their hips, the moans of Aclysia and lastly the shouts of Momo, all largely outdid that slight noise. And all of them were music to his ears.

“Do you enjoy Master’s hard cock?” Aclysia wanted to know, nibbling on Momo’s ear.

The support kept quiet. Aside from the continued, “Aaaaah,”'s and “O-o-o-o-ooooh”’s of course.

“Do you enjoy it?” John repeated, pulling back and then slamming his whole length into her in a single thrust.

“YES!” she screamed, when her whole body rocked forwards.

“Really?” John asked, repeating the motion. This time her answer was delayed by a howl of pleasure. The way her thighs rippled almost made John miss her answer.

“Yee-e-eeessss!” Momo, answered after having calmed down, “I enjoy -mhm- you fucking meeee,” her words were interrupted by her voice unloading the pleasure her body couldn’t handle, caused by John and Aclysia stimulating various parts of her body. “You and your big dick,” Momo complained, “and your even bigger ego! This feels soooo goooood!”

“You are forgetting something, Momo,” Aclysia reprimanded and gave John a mental signal to stop. He obeyed, leaving Momo twitching and confused.

“Wait, what?” Momo cried out, her eyes dull with lust.

Aclysia pinched her left nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Momo tensed up and breathed audibly, a heavy groan escaping her closed teeth. So close to her second orgasm was she that even this little stimulation was like an electrical current rocking through her body. The support’s pussy quivered all around John, who rested deep inside her.

“You are forgetting a single word, say it,” the older sister demanded, gently biting Momo’s earlobe.

John understood where this was going and smirked. He pulled out of Momo, slowly grinding his dick along her labia, careful to not push inside or make her cum, only keeping her on the edge of orgasm. “Say it, Momo,” he demanded.

“Oh, oh you two are the worst,” Momo groaned, in frustration, in pleasure, when she realized what they wanted. “Please, Master, fuck me,” she said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster.

“Not good enough,” Aclysia stated. Both of them kept teasing her. Bad news for John, he wasn’t sure how much longer he himself could keep this up. Even grinding against her twitching labia was threatening to set him off.

Luckily, Momo caved quickly. “FINE!” she howled out suddenly, “MASTER, please stick your dick into me, please make me climax with that hard cock of yours.” Her tone was still a bit angry, but mostly desperate and willing to do whatever it might take to finally taste relief.

‘Good enough,’ John thought. Aclysia didn’t stop him when he pulled back and hammered into Momo. Only a few more thrusts, then he felt his balls tighten; he delayed his orgasm for only a moment longer, as the support underneath him did the same, both of them waiting for a point where willpower became null and void, only pleasure would remain. With one last pull back he was done, and so was she.

In a spur of the moment decision, he decided to pull out. As he came, he gave his cock rapid pumps. Hard, his balls tightened, pumping his seed up through the shaft. In long spurts, the white liquid landed on Momo’s even whiter skin. The thick liquid landed on her chest, where one of Aclysia’s hands was still working – right until the moment she scooped up some of his semen and brought it to her lips.

Momo was writhing as cum showered her midriff and tits. Aclysia devoured his seed, until the taste and the vibrating dildo in her pussy set her off as well. John listened to their intertwining cries of pleasure and stopped stroking his cock only to angle it back inside. Both him and Momo were still cumming and he made it better and worse for them by slamming back into her in one thrust.

Spine curving, Momo screamed. The incredible tightness of her clamping walls was all he needed for his orgasm to surge ahead with renewed intensity. He painted the insides of her pussy white with all he could still offer – which was quite a lot.

The trio moaned and whimpered, cried and shouted, their individual orgasms overlapping in one moment of absolute bliss that subsided swiftly for John, leaving him to follow the squirms and spasms of female orgasms for a little while. A delightful sight, in every regard.

By the end of it, Momo was knocked out. Perhaps it had been the edging or it was the sheer inexperience, but the support couldn’t go on. John and Aclysia could however. “You still owe me four orgasms,” the white-haired guardian reminded, her choice of words contradicted by her submissive tone.

Momo rolled off the duo and just lay down. “Damn perverts everywhere,” she mumbled while the other two went at it again.

And they totally did not notice the sassy support masturbating as she watched them.