Lisa's Precision Technique
Her small, girlish lips effortlessly sucked in my thick glans. I watched as they clamped down on my cock with incredible tightness.
"Ahh..."
Lisa glanced up at my face. As always, her expression held no emotion. But there was something about that angle, that gaze, that subtly captivated the heart. It felt like staring at the trained face of an elite professional.
The way she sucked me in didn't feel like the work of a woman inexperienced in sex. I'd had plenty of action lately, so I could tell for sure. If Valentina had overwhelmed me at dawn with her monstrous physique and skills, Lisa was throwing me off balance with computer-like precision.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
She didn't rush, applying maximum pressure to draw out my cock. All the while, her tongue never rested. It slithered like a snake, teasing my glans and urethra.
'Sex-loving souls, huh?'
Even if Lisa herself lacked sexual experience, the countless experiences and knowledge accumulated within her made it seem otherwise. Her appearance was innocently girlish, but combining the expertise of nineteen souls? That was no small dataset. Far more than someone like me, who'd only lived thirty years.
In that sense, it made perfect sense why the other women couldn't compare to Sara—no, Lisa.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Lisa continued her fellatio with utter detachment, yet I caught a glimpse of her confidence that every move was delivering one hundred percent pleasure. The hand not gripping my shaft slipped under my balls, gently rolling and stimulating them. A ticklish sensation climbed from my lower abdomen, building into pure ecstasy.
"Li, Lisa..."
I murmured her name in admiration without thinking, and she must have misunderstood—for she spun her body around while keeping my cock in her mouth. A natural 69 position.
Her perfectly smooth, hairless pussy lay right before my eyes. The tightly pursed lips looked stubbornly resistant, as if it knew nothing of sexual arousal. I worried whether this tiny slit could even take my cock.
Smack, smack, smack.
Whatever thoughts crossed my mind as I stared, Lisa stayed focused on her task. Getting sucked off in 69 felt far more thrilling than I'd imagined. Just the reversal of her lips' direction added a fresh layer of stimulation.
Lisa pulled her lips off my cock and plunged her head deeper. Her fingers began teasing my asshole.
"Ngh, ah!"
I hadn't anticipated this turn. I'd figured it would be purely functional sex—done because it had to be. But once we started, her skills were overwhelming me.
No doubt this was Lisa's first time performing these acts herself. Even before absorbing those nineteen souls and being reborn, she probably hadn't experienced anything like this.
"Mmm~"
From below, Lisa let out the same cute sound Valentina had made yesterday. But while Valentina's had been deliberate, Lisa's felt utterly natural. She wasn't capable of that kind of calculation. She simply followed her accumulated experience like a machine.
The sound came as she took my balls into her mouth.
Slurp, slurp.
She sucked them with a different intensity and feel from the cock-sucking—neither too hard nor too soft. A sharp, pleasurable sting radiated from my balls inside her warm mouth.
Her fingers never stopped teasing my asshole the whole time.
'This is insane.'
The only thought in my head was she's incredibly good. The pleasure was so precise and profound that no other ideas could intrude. It was like her masterful technique had wiped my pre-sex confusion clean from my mind.
I couldn't just lie there. I had no idea if Lisa could feel pleasure from caresses. But letting her service me like this—sucking my cock and balls—felt unfair. Valentina had said it herself: sex with me might awaken Lisa to the emotion of pleasure.
I couldn't gauge how convincing that was—honestly, it seemed contradictory. But Valentina was a sorceress operating in realms beyond my imagination. In the world of sorcery, irrational things happened all the time. I couldn't outright dismiss her speculation.
Nothing to do but try my best. My technique might pale next to Lisa's computer-perfect precision, and I lacked experience, but I'd do everything to make her feel good.
I spread her pussy with both thumbs. The slightly parted lips revealed bright pink inner flesh. Her small, protruding clit was visible lower down, so I flicked my tongue against it.
Twitch.
I felt Lisa's body tremble. It was just like the reactions I'd seen from other women stimulated there. Was she actually feeling pleasure? But no signs of it showed on her face.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
She kept sucking my balls. I continued tonguing her clit.
Lick, lick, lick.
Twitch, twitch.
'Yes!'
On the second assault, I knew. She was feeling something from my touch. Maybe it was just an unconscious, mechanical bodily response. But still.
After lavishing both balls, her tongue slid lower. My hips lifted instinctively. It was a bit awkward, but anticipation bubbled up.
The next spot her tongue touched was...
"Ah!"
As expected, my asshole, which her fingers had been tickling. She pointed her tongue thin and pressed in, actively rimming me.
Lick, lick.
"Ngh, nghh!"
Even as I reacted intensely, Lisa just kept at her task. Not to be outdone, I dove into her pussy. I lapped at her clit while probing her entrance with my index finger.
Her body twitched again. The once-impenetrable slit began secreting love juices under my persistent fingering.
To me, this was miraculous. Women affected by my Unreasonable Favor trait usually gushed on their own without effort. Seeing Lisa—who seemed so devoid of humanity—leak fluids gave me an unimaginable sense of accomplishment.
And so we pleasured each other.
Lick, lick, lick.
Lick, lick, slurp, slurp.
In the brightly lit room, the lewd sounds of our exploring tongues echoed.
I confirmed a good amount of her juices flowing from her hole, her once-tight walls loosening. Cautiously, I slid my index finger inside.
Schlup—
It went in easier than expected. As I'd sensed, it was a gripping, taut, chewy pussy.
'Hm?'
Deep inside, I felt something unusual. Intermittent squeezes. Lisa was consciously clenching and releasing around my intruding finger. Drawing from her vast data, her walls massaged it expertly. If she did this around my cock, the pleasure would be immense.
Just fingering her felt comforting. Was her insides naturally warm, or was she infusing my finger with heat like she had my cock earlier? Either way, her pussy—clenching rhythmically while radiating warmth—was a true masterpiece, relaxing and delightful.
This time, I pushed in two fingers, index and middle.
Did her entrance relax slightly at the moment of entry? Probably not a hallucination. It sucked them in effortlessly, kneading them just like before, warm and inviting.
Her rimming tongue returned to my cock.
Smack, smack, smack.
My dick was fully erect, throbbing with the urge to plunge into her pussy. As if reading my mind, Lisa rose.
"How would you like to do it?"
Her question was clear enough. What position?
"Missionary."
I wanted to watch her face. See if she truly felt pleasure from sex. If she gained anything from being with me.
Lisa lay back on the bed, propping her thighs with her hands and spreading her legs wide. Her pussy bloomed open invitingly.
She no longer felt like an emotionless statue or a lifeless doll. Before me was a pleasure machine radiating raw eroticism.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly and pressed my erect cock against her entrance.