Ronali had heard the rumors—whispered advice from her girlfriends—that once a guy blows his load, he's done for.
Cock turns into a limp noodle, game over, and he rolls over like a worn-out puppy.
So, naturally, when Kaisen shot off his first round, she thought, "Alright, that's it, mission accomplished!"
But nope. Not for this guy. His cock didn't deflate like a party balloon.
If anything, it looked like it had leveled up—like some damn RPG boss that just wouldn't quit. She was convinced being a hero had to come with some bonus stats in stamina, because this was ridiculous.
She felt his cock twitching in her mouth, and before she could even brace herself, it was like the cum floodgates opened.
Warm, thick spurts hit her tongue like a firehose, and her cheeks puffed out, trying to keep up with the sheer volume.
"Holy shit."
She thought, panicking as the torrent kept coming like he was training for some kind of jizz Olympics. She swallowed again and again, but there was no end in sight.
It was like trying to drink from a broken faucet, and soon, cum started spilling out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin like she was some sort of poorly made cum fountain.
Kaisen groaned like a damn wild beast, fingers tangled in Ronali's hair like he was holding on for dear life.
His grip tightened as if she was the only thing keeping him from floating off to some otherworldly orgasmic plane.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally panted out, letting go of her head, like he'd just finished running a marathon.
Ronali, with the precision of someone who had just been through the wringer, slid her mouth off his cock and dropped her head onto his lap, still catching her breath.
His now "deflated balloon" was resting just inches from her mouth, its musk filling the air like some sort of post-battle war trophy.
"Thank you, Ronali. The stay here is going to be so much fun."
"How dare you talk about the hero like that? You should be ashamed!"
Kaisen looked down at Ronali, whose face was now beet red, avoiding his gaze like she wanted to sink into the floor and disappear forever.
Her aunt and mother were in a shouting match, accusing each other of trying to hop on the same dick that she had literally just finished slobbering all over.
It was like two horny vampire-women were sucking the shame right out of her soul, leaving her raw and mortified.
And Kaisen? He was just sitting there, cock out, caught in the middle of some bizarre family drama, wondering what the hell he'd walked into.
Ronali had had enough. She shot up from her spot and stormed over to the door, yanking it open like it personally owed her money.
Kaisen blinked as the door swung wide, revealing her—the woman who looked like she was in her twenties, despite being well into her fifties.
Yep, the same woman whose ass he'd grabbed back at the underground bunker. And there she was, standing there like she owned the place, her lips curled into a smug little smirk.
Ronali's voice exploded in the room, louder than a cannon going off.
"Would you two horny bitches shut the hell up?! Why don't you just ask the hero who he wants to sleep with, huh?!"
It was one of those moments where she thought she'd drop the mic and both of them would slink away in embarrassed silence. You know, like sane people might do when confronted with that level of blunt truth. discover-MVLeMpYr-novels
But, instead, Ronali got something else entirely.
"Fine," Rodalina said, crossing her arms. "That's a great idea."
Candy, ever the opportunist, nodded like a sage. "Yes, wonderful idea. As always, you're more level-headed than your mother, dear niece."
Ronali's jaw dropped. She could only facepalm, her hand smacking against her forehead with the weight of a thousand regrets.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was surrounded by lunatics—horny lunatics who were now going to turn this into some twisted, real-life version of The Bachelor: Hero Edition.