Last Flu Shanghai Chapter 2
Jim gazed in fascination at Chyou's flawless athletic figure as she rode him with abandon, savoring the intense pleasure of each push. It was all so overwhelming. The four other stunning women, all gathered around the pair, tenderly massaging them, eagerly supporting them as they neared their climax. Each one of them was a vision. The circumstances were surreal, wild, and downright steamy.
Not so long ago, these women had been strangers. Two of them had been innocents who had never known such ecstasy. The desire, the awe-inspiring sensations, the unparalleled feeling of triumph, the unstoppable urge they all shared to breed, and the exquisite pleasure they felt when they fulfilled that urge was all so sensational.
His horror, guilt, and bewilderment had become faint, barely audible whispers in his drug-addled mind, subsumed by the insatiable lust consuming him. Everything was focused on the extraordinary joy of this once-in-a-lifetime experience. How could he still be so aroused after enduring four massive orgasms and not a moment's rest? His hunger only grew stronger. He caught himself yearning for more. Soon, he knew, he would spill his seed into Chyou, leaving them both swamped in bliss. It would be a sight to behold. And then, much too soon, it would all be over. He fought to hold on.
As the models struggled to determine Jim's room, they ended up back in the lobby. They became aware of the two waitresses entering the hotel and pointed them out. Yuming and Mei rushed toward the elevator, their faces filled with excitement and neediness. It flashed through their minds simultaneously: these girls are experiencing precisely what we are, and they know how to find him! The four models hurried after them, barely managing to make it into the elevator before it arrived at his floor. Yuming, located near the controls, queried "which floor?"
"The same as you," answered Citra, a model.
Yuming chuckled. She hadn't chosen a floor yet. "Fine," she said. "But we'll reach him first."
The models all nodded feverishly. Yuming then hit the button for Jim's floor.
As Jim began to lose control and approached his climax, Chyou reached her second orgasm and shrieked Jim's name, urging him to fulfill her.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," said Xiu. She put on her robe and answered, hidden by the others. Jim and Chyou stayed still and silent, both completely engulfed by the sensations overshadowing them, his penis still rigid and pulsing deep within her, the two of them nearing the brink.
"Yes?" Xiu asked, opening the door.
Yuming's endearing, tender voice replied, "Hello... My name is Yuming. Uh... We need Jim. Is he here?" Upon hearing her voice, thoughts of her invaded his mind. He craved her so desperately. His shaft twitched inside Chyou, causing her to squeeze him tightly. His arousal was at an all-time high. Neglecting all efforts to be discreet, he turned Chyou around and lowered her forcefully to resume their lovemaking.
"Yes, he's here. I understand," Xiu said, beaming with a grin. Then she broke into girlish laughter as they each heard the rhythmic slapping and panting on the bed. "Welcome, all of you," she exclaimed.
All? Who else was with her? Jim glanced upward and observed the two waitresses and the four models enter. They were all stunned by the scene unfolding before them, then gradually set aside their astonishment, stripping off their clothes to join in.
Jim extended his hand toward Yuming and she moved toward him, kissing him hungrily while tearing off her garments. Chyou moaned as she reached her orgasm, offering, "I'm coming! Fill me up, Jim!" This giddy combination of sensations from Chyou's constricting vagina, her sexy voice begging for his offspring, and the passionate first kiss from Yuming's alluring lips all caused him to linger once more on the brink.
As the pleasure grew too much to handle, Jim looked into Yuming's eyes, just an inch away from his, and saw more than just passion in her gaze. He finally understood what that strong, unwavering desire was. Even while battling to keep his eyes open, due to the intense pleasure of his climax, he gazed into her eyes. He saw her need, felt her urgency to mate with him. He reveled in it, drowned in it. There was no way he could resist it. He was on the verge of reaching the edge, with his eyes locked with Yuming's, her breath hot on his lips, and her moans coinciding with his climax. He dragged Chyou down onto him, still grasping her tightly as he exploded deep inside her fertile, clenching pussy. Yuming had the most blissful expression on her face, with no hint of jealousy. She was delighted for Jim, thrilled, and extremely aroused by it. "Yes, Jim, fill her," she gasped out, her phrase filled with genuine meaning, her eyes wide in amazement, witnessing Jim's orgasm being unleashed inside Chyou while their noses were against each other, his shaft pressed against Chyou's cervix, delivering his seed into her womb, while Jim's eyes were locked on Yuming's, yearning for the same to happen to her and certain it would happen soon. This was just incredible. He kissed Yuming while Chyou was experiencing the aftershocks, joyfully rambling her gratitude.
Chyou finally fell away from him, and he stood up and pinned Yuming against the wall, his body pressed against hers. "I'm so happy you came," he murmurred, his tone low and lustful, "We're so connected, I need you so much. I've never felt anything this strong before. Have you?" She shook her head, unable to speak, her eyes filled with desire, her heart pounding, her nipples swelling. Their lips met, and then their hands were all over each other. The sensation was electric, extraordinary, surpassing anything they'd both experienced before. His obsession with every single part of her was indescribable, especially her DNA. Especially her DNA. "Yuming," he breathed out her name over and over. She was unstoppable. Her insanely attractive body, but even more importantly, her kind, caring, joyful spirit. He'd desired her the moment he'd set eyes on her, even more so than anyone else, and he'd never let anything stop him from having her. He slid his hands down to her hips and lifted her light body off the floor. She initially wrapped her legs around him in a passionate embrace, but soon realized she could hold her own weight by pressing her feet against the side of the bed, pushing her back against the wall.
The other women in the room watched Jim and Yuming in awe as their bodies intertwined and she appeared to be floating against the wall. Their fervor was unparalleled, unbelievable, immaculate. He teased her delicate, wet folds with his tip for a few moments that seemed to last an eternity, until they were both frantically trying to be one with each other, then he slowly pushed it inside, causing a chorus of moans in the room, and began to thrust. Their insatiable need to come together was evident, electric, flawless. He was one with her. "Yuming," he murmured once again in her ear. Her ethereal body was a fantasy, everything elongated and delicate and feminine, but what really drove him wild about her was her face. He found her unique, special features captivating. While locked in an embrace, he realized his desire to mix his DNA with hers was unlike anything he'd craved before. He wanted to create a child with her, and the thought filled him with determination. He believed that producing a child with her might be the most beautiful and flawless creation he could ever make. Noticing the emotion in his eyes, Yuming understood his thoughts and remarked through her tears of joy, "Yes, I agree. We are destined to combine. Do it!"
The virus could not have agreed more. Their combined genetic material would be something exceptional, flawless for its objectives. They needed two babies. It would ensure that she would have twins.
The way Yuming spoke unleashed an intense craving in him, propelling him closer to the edge with just a few extra deep, slow movements. He brought himself to the brink with his final thrust and remained stationary to allow them both to feel the release pouring into her cervix. The satisfaction from his orgasm was wonderful, but it paled in comparison to the elation that consumed him when he realized he was blending his genes with hers. It was so fitting. She exclaimed the same joy, repeatedly saying "yes," "thank you," and "it's so perfect" as he held her against the wall, kissing and stroking, attempting to absorb and remember all the splendid feelings and emotions, the extreme euphoria and intensity of this glorious moment. She was right, it was perfect. This was the most remarkable moment of his life.
Yet, his desire for more intensified. Perhaps nothing would ever surpass this experience with Yuming. However, for now, there were five more hyper-fertile bodies present, naked, damp, and willing to bear his children. His urge to fill them all with his offspring climbed, expanded, and engulfed him. The insignificant voice in the back of his mind still hoped for more.
Jim extricated himself from Yuming after a final tender kiss and shifted his gaze to the remaining five, a predatory glint in his eye. He exhibited no hesitation, resistance, or remorse. His intense arousal and desire to breed left no room for pondering anything but propagating. These thoughts would resurface later, repeatedly and painfully, when he was isolated.
The virus perceived this, jubilant, and recorded the details, eager to replicate the experience with Yuming. Yuming appeared imperative. The virus needed to comprehend the nature of their relationship. Perhaps it could uncover more like her.
Jim snatched the nearest one, the waitress trainee, still viewing her as mini-Yuming. He pulled her into an embrace and shared a fervent kiss. She responded ardently, urgently, wrapping her warm, open arms around him. They collapsed on the bed, and her legs spread invitingly. He inched forward, seeking and finding her entrance. She encountered some resistance just inside the opening; he had impregnated three virgins this night and in his life. Unreal. The virus prevented her from feeling any pain as he advanced into her innocent body.
"Mei!" He gasped her name discreetly recalling it from the restaurant, connecting it to her email, and reveling in filling her virgin pussy. Not mini-Yuming, Mei. She was exceptional, singular, darling. And his. And so desirous, so aflame, tossing and thrusting as he bounded into her. Mei. What a cute, precious individual she was. Endearing facial expressions contorted in pleasure. Moaning as he sucked her small, rigid nipples, her prominently protruding hips bucking to meet his thrusts, contorting to press her sweet pink clitoris against him whenever he came to a stop deep within her.
Mei had been wet for him since the instant she set eyes on him. Since then, her yearning had not abated. The compulsion to surrender herself to him, to merge with him, to have his children had not abated either. She squirmed covertly out of necessity, tense and unwavering in her focus. Eagerly antici**pating his email reply, her womb tightened, throbbing as she experienced a swift climax in her chair, but this small orgasm did not diminish her longing. When she entered the cab en route to his hotel, she had only momentarily interrupted her self-stimulation, opting for convenience and discretion. Her palms barely managed a few swift strokes, and quickly she had achieved gratification.
The models' entrance into the elevator had stirred even more excitement in her. The thought of Jim riding these goddesses only increased her passion, yearning for his attention as much as she desired him. Then she witnessed the breathtaking scene of him assaulting Chyou and especially her friend Yuming. Witnessing his penetration of their bodies, driving into them, so fixated on them, the unrelentab*le passion and intensity of the scene had stoked her arousal. Holy sht, she had thought, Jim is truly going to impregnate us all. What a magnificent creature. However, when Jim turned toward her, Mei was already on the verge of the climax, and his ardent conquest of her body fueled her even further.
At the moment, his hard and throbbing member finally reached its destination, deep inside her. It filled her and stretched her, and she experienced a pleasure that exceeded anything she had envisioned. Her ultimate aim was so close. It was too much, and she exploded into an intense orgasm that seemed never-ending.
As Mei experienced this mind-blowing orgasm, she made Jim even more excited with her sexy gasps and shudders. She brought him closer and closer to another climax. When he reached the edge, he intertwined his fingers with hers on the bed and thrust deep into her, held still on her shuddering, writhing body, and asked, "What is it that you want?"
In the middle of this ecstatic orgasm, she struggled to respond, but she couldn't help it. She mustered the strength needed. "Your baby! Please do me the honor! Give me your seed!" she cried. He pushed forward onto her, kissing her so passionately while thrusting into her, and exploded in another magnificent release deep inside this beautiful, pleasant stranger. It was perfect. So good. So satisfying. Heaven. She slowed to long, sensational strokes as they both came down. He stayed inside her, again trying to memorize this incredible experience, enjoying it with her, the pleasure filling them both fully while she wept with gratitude and thanks. He gave her a loving kiss and stepped off.
While Xiu cared for him with a moist towel, he stared at the four tall, slender, stunning models standing in front of him. One was Chinese, another Thai, another European, and the last Indonesian. All had bodies that seemed excessively feminine in photographs, yet in person their effect was the opposite. He gazed momentarily, enjoying the anticipation and marveling at their long, slender, curvaceous legs, generous hips, small waists, silky smooth skin, and beautiful faces. They were like a different species, just too exquisitely shaped and wonderful to be real. But in real life, they were undoubtedly real, and his to conquer.
And conquer them, he would. But he would take his time if possible. He wasn't concerned at all about whether he could continue. He wasn't experiencing sexual fatigue or physical exhaustion like expected earlier; quite the contrary. His desire and energy only seemed to grow with each conquest. He already had seven. And he sensed in his mind that they were all pregnant.
He moved toward the most exotic and captivating one, the Indonesian model. She stretched out her arms to him, and he took hold of them and lifted them over her head, drawing nearer. "I am Citra," she whispered, her voice hoarse. He smiled, cherishing the anticipation as he brought her delicate arms up above their heads and left them there, slowly tracing the incredible outline of her figure with his fingertips. Her response was to squirm and shivering sensuously at each touch. He continued down her sides and detoured slightly to her small, upturned breasts, circling them before lightly caressing her tiny erect nipples and moving back down her sides. He relished her shape and the feel of her silky, dark, caramel skin. She moaned and writhed as he continued, shifting his fingers onto her calves and gliding them back up her inner thighs. She was trembling with anticipation as his hands and tongue neared her target.
As he tasted and played with her, she instinctively reached back to hold him at the head, pressing him against her. He found it impossible to resist the urge to penetrate her, so he wanted to immerse himself in the caramel slickness he had been tasting, planting his hard shaft within her. But he halted. Instead, he continued to worship her. He inquired if she could turn around and she obeyed, spreading her legs to reveal her from behind. She was just as divine from this angle, her ass full and round, and tapered beautifully into her shapely thighs and her small waist, all of it in that incredibly smooth, foreign, dark caramel skin. He caressed her figure in reverse with his hands and finished his tour behind her. He looped his arms around her and played with her small breasts again while he stepped close to her from behind, his erect penis against her wetness, sliding along the outside. She reached down to guide him, directing his tip higher and back until it reached her glorious, slick entrance.
He paused, reluctant to hasten things along, craving more time with her and fearing he'd blow at any moment. He'd assumed stroking her and recalling her shape would ease his tension a bit, but it had the opposite effect. He was more turned on than ever. He had to act swiftly, though. He softly pressed her against him, feeling her warm body, and allowed her to embrace him, experiencing her snug, wet heat as she engulfed him completely. Her breathy gasps increased as he began to gradually penetrate deeper, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as he pushed deeply, sensing her slick walls yielding to his length, her muscles contracting and relaxing in sync with his thrusts, and the entire time fixating on her exquisite form, observing his entry into her in awe. Eventually, he'd fully sunken into her. She was like a deity. Breathtaking. Forever tantalizing. And his penis was deep within her.
The other models had lingered behind, standing in silent awe as they observed him cherish her body. Now that they were intertwined, they emerged, lovingly caressing her and bestowing their kisses upon her.
Citra's actions bewitched him. They were so tantalizingly sensual and passionate. It felt as if her movements were a continuous physical embodiment of every pleasant sensation she experienced. She didn't merely grind onto his cock; she writhed and twisted her way onto it. When she savored a sensation, her whole body expressed it, and it was so incredibly infectious. He couldn't get enough of her. He witnessed himself breaching her again, between her flawless thighs, fondling her flawless waist, watching her captivating, sexy, predominant movements, feeling every part of her, claiming her, knowing she would give birth to his children soon. It seemed too ideal. The conclusion was approaching too quickly. He grabbed her hips, succeeding in ceasing and readjusting her, "You're too magnificent - I need to return to you," he said as he cautiously removed himself.
He turned to the next model, identifying herself as Marie. She was French and the most refined-looking of them all. She owned the quintessential "I'm too steaming hot for you" fashion model visage, and indeed, she was incredibly seductive, tall and curvaceous with her breasts just slightly larger than he typically preferred, but absolutely exquisite, firm, and perky with no sag and minuscule, rock-hard nipples. He yearned for her, but knew he was still too close to the brink and would erupt instantaneously if his penis came into contact with anything slick, so he cooled down by worshiping and committing her form to memory as he had done with Citra.
He kissed her sexy lips then drew back a few inches and commenced his worship with gentle touches upon her ravishing face, then crept down her elongated, refined neck, across her shoulders and well-proportioned breasts, down her slender, noble belly, hovering there while crouching down in front of her. She shivered in anticipation at his touch and spread her legs, leaning back and presenting herself to him. He trailed his fingers lower and lower across her sleek, petite waistline, tracing circles near her core, and then dipped below, tracing circles around her and causing her to squirm from pleasure and desire. When he finally touched her wetness, he feared his fingers would crumble to dust. Marie was so prepared for him.
The reprieve hadn't chilled him significantly. Yet when he sensed her moistness, he couldn't hold back any longer, and let care ratio go out the window. He stood, hefting her on top of him, and fell back on the bed, with her atop him. She straddled him and guided him inside. He groaned as he entered her, feeling the hot tightness of her body envelop him as she took him completely immediately. She moved with him, their bodies sliding against each other, her breasts flat against his chest as she sat astride him, riding him with deep, forceful strokes, passionately kissing his lips and neck. Then she leaned back, her body arched, and twisted, her head flung back in ecstasy, her entire body tense and stretching toward climax. He couldn't help but marvel at her, her face beaming, her eyes shut, her ruby lips slightly parted, and his arousal mounting by the second. Oh, damn, Marie was unbelievably seductive. Once again, he longed for more time, to have her in every position, yet he was approaching his limit, and at last, he gave in, wildly thrusting into her, experiencing the blissful release as she cried out in rapture, babbling in French, of which he understood nothing except "bébé."
He felt in control for a moment, so he motioned for Citra to replace Marie. Citra was on him instantly, aligning his body and gazing into his eyes while she slowly, sexily took him deep inside her. His hands enjoyed caressing her rich brown skin. Her immense passion and her stunning brown body fascinated and excited him. He couldn't get enough of touching her, teasing her, moving with her. Everything he did seemed to drive her wild, and her wildness drove him wild in an endless loop of feedback. She writhed and twisted with each touch, luxuriating in it, arching, squeezing, trembling, stretching, gasping in his ear. He'd never imagined how passionate and responsive a woman could be in bed, or how contagious her passion was, turning him on even more than her perfect body. He was mesmerized by her and couldn't get enough of touching her.
The virus copied his thoughts, deciding to give her twins like Yuming.
He tried to slow her down to make it last longer, flipping himself on top of her, kissing her neck, and remaining inside her in the missionary position. He barely moved in and out, and she squirmed and writhed underneath his weight, driving him even madder. It was impossible to keep her still and make it last. Already, it seemed that it would be over too soon. It was just too steamy and too crazy. He pulled out and sat up, intending to take a break before coming back to her.
She was adamant. She raised her body off the bed, her pussy seeming to seek out his cock like a guided missile, impaling herself on him again as he knelt. Then, her legs spread wide, using her feet, arms, impressive flexibility, and sheer determination, she began to thrust her pussy upward onto his cock in full, powerful strokes. He had never witnessed anything so hot - her gorgeous body spread open, every muscle quivering as she wildly threw herself upward onto him, forced by the necessity for his seed, the inability to wait any longer for it, her passion threatening to break even physics. It was too much firepower. He was already too close to exploding, the pleasure and his need for her reaching previously unheard-of heights. He grabbed her tiny waist and assisted her with two final hard thrusts, then pulled her close, holding her beautiful brown skin Goddess body tightly in place as he climaxed in her, seeing stars. Her hand was on her clit, frantically stroking for a few seconds, and then she climaxed, gasping and shaking uncontrollably. He lowered them both back onto the bed, still connected, kissing each other again and enjoying a few final soft strokes as they weathered the aftershocks.
Citra was thrilled, her body still shaking, tearful with happiness, saying "thank you, Jim!" and "yes!" over and over. It was so divine, so flawless, so far beyond anything he could have imagined. He cherished the memory of her, trying to memorize each detail before letting her go, soothing her by stroking her hair and tenderly kissing away her tears. He was sad she was pregnant, but he was sure his work was done. It was even more complete than with the others.
Finally, he rolled away from Citra, resting on the bed as his circuits were slightly damaged, physical exhaustion beginning to show through the facade. But he still craved the final two models. They would have to do it on their own, but he had to have them. He beckoned to the Thai model. Like Marie, Chariya's breasts were larger than his liking, but firm. Despite this, she was a contender for the sexiest of the bunch due to her most dramatic hip to waist ratio. It made her look incredibly fertile. Child bearing hips. That's what mattered now. She couldn't be any sexier. Not to mention her beautiful face that he thought he had seen in fashion magazines. She was so ready. She eagerly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
As she lowered herself onto him, he released an appreciative moan. Her tight little pussy felt amazing, and she rode him with a leisurely, sensual grace. As she began to slowly fuck him, he felt her muscles tensing and releasing in perfect unison, her breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust. He reached up to cup one of them, feeling the weight in his hand, and enjoying the sensation of her nipple pressing into his palm.
Her complexion paled compared to Citra's, yet somehow remained equally stunning, immaculate, and silky smooth - an exhilarating delight to stroke. He traced his hands along her sides, relishing the firmness of her flat stomach and the creamy curves brought about by the transformation from her slender waist to her expansive hips. The way she moved only added to the enchantment, her enchanting feminine body melting into his as she continued to take control. Soon, she changed postures to ride in reverse cowgirl, which showcased her captivating physique even more but mainly stripped him of the enjoyment of caressing her flawless body.
He called over the last model and she hopped onto the bed, joining the couple. She was Liu, a tall, stunning, elite Chinese model. Her frame was incredibly svelte, but strangely it seemed quite natural. The minute breasts, narrow waist, extraordinarily long limbs, and excessively expansive space between her skinny thighs added to her allure. She kissed him as Chariya racked herself over him, and his touch captivated her tight, anticipating body, teasing and stroking her everywhere, her body quivering with a feral need as his digits came closer and closer to her core while Chariya slacked off and Chariya kept pushing herself unrelentingly onto him.
His fingers found Liu's minuscule, soaked, sumptuous pussy. It was a marvel. He desired closer proximity to it. He positioned her atop him while he explored and feasted on her. She went mad with it, grunting and wailing above him as he licked, nibbled, and toyed with her precision-built pussy. Although her physical frame was eccentric, surprisingly his preferred part of her was her petite, adorable little pussy. It was simply the pinkest, cutest little thing, and he could not get enough of how it looked and felt each time his finger slipped within it and it ravenously clenched on him. He longed to enter it, to feel it eagerly take him, and to seed it.
He signaled her to backtrack down his body and asked Chariya to make room for turns. She grumbled a bit but acquiesced, moving further down before gradually lifting off him. His cock revived and grazed against Liu's pussy, then she grasped it and aligned it for him. Her tush pressed against Chariya's, she began to suspend herself slowly, indulging in every little sensation as she absorbed him into her. It was wondrous and so tight. His 11th encounter for the night, yet the excitement of this experience was only amplified. She took solace in three marvellous surges and passed him back to Chariya for her turn. Citra joined close to the action and used her hand to manage the shifts from one to the other, and they eventually plunged into a steady rhythm, each taking three surges then switching.
It was awe-inspiring. Each young woman set out to achieve the most gratification from each deep, pleasurable surge before her turn ended. The first stroke of each turn held an almost ecstatic thrill, each third stroke was seized for a lengthy, satisfied moment, often going significantly deep with an added pause at the deepest point, quivering and clinching on him. His weariness didn't concern him as the women were the ones performing all the work. He merely enjoyed the incredible sensations, the bliss and wonder and contentment of it all simply beyond his wildest dreams. It felt divine, but the pacing was so sluggish it prevented him from finishing quickly. As their moans and cries of pleasure intensified, the room filled with the other nine expectant mothers watching in awe, reaching out to tenderly stroke them, craving to be connected to this breathtaking, joyous occasion, the conclusion of their common goal. Chariya was rapidly stimulating her clit, escalating to an additional climax. Liu seemed to be coming close as well, but the capability to gauge Jim's reaction motivated her.
"Do it," Liu breathed, as her turn commenced, "impregnate us both in unison."
"Yes, Jim, yes!" Chariya added, her actions seized from the thought and her digits throwing her over the edge into her second climax.
After their mutterings, he doubted he would make it through the second stroke of Liu's turn. Yet the second added-depth stroke was utterly agonizing. Instead of breaking, the pleasure heightened phenomenally. The third stroke commenced, Liu again whispered "impregnate" as she watched his face with growing anticipation, lowering herself ever-so-slowly, renishing ties to each sensation as she finished her stride, twisting and clinching on him, endeavoring to coax his semen from him before time ended. As she neared the tail of her stroke, they both felt him become tense inside her. He clutched her small waist tightly, dragging her down that final inch onto him and then, at last, he exploded violently, projecting a bulky spurt into her. The virus allowed him to lose control, becoming carefree and no longer concerned with preserving semen.
She exclaimed "yes, his son, I can feel it!" as Citra and Liu hurried to help her move off him. His anger-fueled penis slipped out, releasing a strong jet of semen up towards the ceiling, which he heard land on the bedding behind his head. Citra swiftly maneuvered his penis back to enter Chariya, then cleared her hand away as Chariya forcefully lowered herself onto him. He felt himself jettison sperm repeatedly deep within her, completely emptying his reserves between those birthing pelvises, his goal accomplished, his happiness and elation overwhelming, the other 9 embracing them, laughing, crying with joy. As his orgasmic twitches subsided, his entire body went limp, completely exhausted.
In his weariness, he scarcely paid attention to the females surrounding him. As they left the room, they exchanged phone numbers and there was much whispering and amused chortling. He noticed the tall runner Leizu taking photos of his planner containing his vacation schedule, but he was too weary to consider its significance.
The girls refused to let him rest immediately. They inundated him with queries about whose legs he liked the most, whose butt he liked the most, whose breasts he liked the most, whose face he liked the most, and what he liked most about each of them. At first, he attempted to state he favored them all equally, yet they adamantly demanded genuine responses, ultimately compelling him to yield. Leizu was compiling notes. He had no concept of why these individuals were so invested in determining his preferences. It appeared an odd endeavor, but he was too weary to contemplate further, and so he responded to all their enquiries. They seemed content with his responses and shifted their attention to their next endeavor, presenting him with pictures on their phones of various females and inquiring which ones he liked the best and why, followed by hushed discussions about his responses and numerous notes being taken. His weary mind failed to grasp the implications of these actions. He barely recalled the occurrence. Finally, they lulled him to sleep, uttering their heartfelt goodbyes and kissing him, showering him with their affection and gratitude. Then they had vanished, their delighted, cheerful voices reverberating down the corridor as he descended into slumber.
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