"Main course?" White looked confused. However, she soon realized what he meant. That realization excited her.
"Yes, I'm ready," she said.
"Good girl." Arthur smiled at her.
He then placed her on the bed in a missionary position.
Arthur could no longer wait and positioned his erect member at the entrance of her vagina.
"Mmh~" White trembled, feeling the tip of him about to enter her moist warmth.
Not making her wait long, Arthur slowly pushed the tip inside.
"Ahh… Mm~" she moaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as the tip of Arthur's length slowly entered her tight, narrow entrance. The sensation was incredible.
She bit her lower lip. Although Arthur was extremely aroused and eager to take her wildly, he knew he needed to be patient in situations like this.
He stopped advancing and slid one hand beneath her stomach, reaching her clit. He began to caress and gently pinch it to give her pleasure. Meanwhile, his other hand did the same with her nipples.
"Nng~ hah~ Oh~"
After a while, the pain lessened, and as she felt the stimulation on her clit and nipples, she began to moan.
Seeing this, Arthur grabbed her by the waist and, with a firm thrust, more than half of him slid into her tight interior, breaking her hymen in the process.
Feeling the tightness around him, Arthur experienced a heavenly pleasure once again. He closed his eyes to fully savor the sensation.
Arthur slowly pulled back and—
Thrust!
Pushed into her again.
"Ahh~ Ngh~"
She moaned as pleasure surged through her body.
Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!
Arthur gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, still making sure that only half of him entered.
"Nngh~ Ah~ Oh~."
White continued to moan sensually. Her inner walls began to tighten around him, making both of them feel intense pleasure.
"Let's go!" Thinking it was time to fully enter her, he gripped her waist and thrust deeply without hesitation. His length fully slid into her tight, wet, and warm depths.
"Ahhhh…" White cried out loudly once more.
Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!
"Mmhmmm~ Nngh~" White couldn't stop moaning.
Arthur continued thrusting into her with strength and speed while White let out sensual moans.
After more than twenty minutes of continuous movement, Arthur felt he was about to climax.
"Ugh~ I'm going to come!" Arthur groaned.
"Yes~ Do it inside!" White held him tightly as she wrapped her legs around his back.
"Ohhh~ Hngh~."
Feeling his hot release filling her, she reached her third orgasm within those twenty minutes.
After a few seconds, Arthur withdrew himself and lay down beside her.
"What did you think?" Arthur turned his head to look at her.
"It was a little painful at first, but it felt really good," she said, resting against his chest.
Arthur chuckled softly, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips.
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POV — Arthur
One week.
Seven whole days… and I still haven't decided whether I survived or simply became a permanent part of the Bunker's bed.
Because honestly…
2B and A2 almost killed me—obviously not in the literal sense.
I thought I understood what White meant when she asked to be "the first."
I thought I understood the level of desire and curiosity a newly created human body could awaken in them after that night with White.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
White was intense, yes—but gentle, careful, and deeply affectionate.
But 2B and A2 were different. They were insatiable.
For some reason that probably involved pride and stupidity, I thought I could handle both of them at the same time, every day, almost all day.
By the second week, I realized just how wrong I was—they simply didn't get tired.
2B was methodical, tireless, and far too determined.
Every time she pulled me by the shirt, those eyes shining with desire and curiosity, I already knew I wouldn't be getting any rest anytime soon.
She didn't need to say anything.
The way she looked at me made it clear what she wanted.
A2, on the other hand, was pure wild instinct.
Whenever she decided she wanted me—whether in the lab, in the bedroom, or literally pushing me against a wall—I had no choice but to match her intensity, taking her the way she liked, at her pace.
And what a pace.
For some reason, the two of them turned it into a silent competition.
Who kissed me more.
Who marked me more.
Who wore me out first.
And me?
I was just trying to survive.
By the middle of the fourth week, I was waking up with a pain in my waist as if I had fought several gods.
And the two of them would appear beside the bed with the same energy as always, as if they hadn't spent the entire night draining every last drop of me.
I don't remember giving them unlimited stamina, Arthur complained mentally.
White, of course, watched all of this like it was a show.
With a satisfied little smile, arms crossed, and a dangerously amused glint in her eyes.
"I warned you," she would say, running a hand over my face while lying beside me. "Did you really think you could handle two enhanced versions of lust at the same time?"
"How was I supposed to know they'd be this insatiable?"
By the sixth week, 2B and A2 finally seemed satisfied.
And I was sitting on the lab floor, trying to recover what little remained of my dignity after being drained almost nonstop for over a month.
"Hey, champ… you still alive?" White asked as she approached me.
"Where did I go wrong?" Arthur asked with a laugh.
"I don't know, but just know these are the consequences of your own actions."
2B appeared behind her, perfectly composed, as if she hadn't been a machine of passionate destruction for six straight weeks.
"He is still functional, just… temporarily limited."
"LIMITED?!" White raised an eyebrow. "He looks like a boiled potato!"
A2, standing in the corner as if nothing had happened, tossed a fruit into the air and caught it again.
"He'll manage."
"Manage?" White crossed her arms. "A2, if he handled one more day of that, he'd ascend spiritually."
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Arthur spent the next three days in what could only be described as legitimate rest.
White entered his room the following morning and found him sleeping deeply.
"Good morning, Arthur," she said.
Nothing.
White poked his foot.
Nothing.
She poked his shoulder.
Nothing.
2B appeared at the door, flawless as always, as if she had just stepped out of a perfume commercial.
"Has he awakened?"
"2B, my dear, if he woke up right now, it certainly wouldn't be to deal with your lust," White replied.
A2 came in right after, chewing something—no one knew what, and no one wanted to ask.
"…Maybe we overdid it," she said.
White widened her eyes and clapped sarcastically.
"Nooo, really? Seriously? I hadn't noticed!"
2B, on the other hand, maintained her usual calm posture, though the slight redness at the tips of her ears betrayed a hint of embarrassment.
"I… did not intend to damage him."
"Well, apparently you didn't," White muttered. "But you definitely put him in 'power-saving mode.'"
A2 sighed.
"I thought he could handle it."
"A2, he did handle it. That's what scares me," White crossed her arms. "You two just forgot one simple detail—you were attacking him all day, practically without pause."
2B tilted her head.
"Then we should wait until he has recovered?"
"Absolutely."
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"I went from heaven to hell so many times this week that I lost count…" Arthur muttered as he woke up a few hours later.
He had barely slept for the past weeks, so it was perfectly normal for him to sleep for hours now.
"…What year is it?" he murmured.
White, sitting beside the bed with a glass of water, replied:
"We're still deciding what the new calendar will look like. How about: Before Arthur and After Arthur?" she asked.
"Please don't do that," Arthur joked.
At that moment, the door opened and 2B entered, followed by A2.
2B gave a small, respectful nod.
A2 raised her hand in a casual "Yo."
He, in turn, said, "Stay away from me, you succubi."
White immediately threw herself back laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA!"
"Don't worry. We'll wait until you fully recover before any… activities," 2B said.
"Very kind of you," he replied.
"…It's your responsibility to satisfy your concubines, so don't even think about running away," A2 teased.
"That was never my intention," Arthur laughed.
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(End of Chapter)