Ultimate Gamer System: Factory Must Grow!

The two bodies clasped with wet sounds.

Was it the sweat that oiled up their skin? Or maybe the love juices spraying all over their genitals whenever they moved?

At this point, it was hard to tell. And in all honesty, neither of the two involved gave a crap.

"Ah, ah, aaah!"

Callane's soft, high-pitched moans were like a lovely tune to Theo's ears, a song she sang right into his ear as she hugged him tightly while letting his hands move her body up and down.

On his end, Theo couldn't make a single sound, too busy struggling to keep breathing in the moment of infatuation.

This experience was… otherworldly.

The all-present warmth and softness of Cal's body wrapped all around him, desperately seeking to rub against his skin with every move and squirm. The way her insides squeezed down on his cock, the way her hands… No, her entire arms clutched at his back in search of some support, the way her breaths tickled his ears…

Any of those things alone were enough to overwhelm Theo's senses. And when combined?

They left him in a mindless state, unable to formulate a single, cohesive thought, too overwhelmed by the constant waves of pleasure stretching from his balls to the very tip of his head to even consider something as straining as forming a thought.

And so, they just continued to rock their bodies against each other with their hands seeking to scan every inch of the other's skin.

There was no thought, no goal, no method to it. Just the constant movement, constant rubbing, constant pleasure.

A pleasure that continued to grow and build up like some sort of pressure that only made it harder for Theo to keep a straight mind.

"Cal, I'm about to…" sensing the approaching avalanche, Theo somehow managed to force the words out of his squeezed-down mouth.

"It's…" Cal wrapped her hands against the back of Theo's head even tighter before going the extra mile of actually raising her hips all on her own, only to then slam them as far down as she could before repeating the process, no longer relying on Theo's hands on her ass to lift her up. "It's okay," she whispered between her juicy moans, her grip over Theo's body, be it her hands or her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening even further as if she didn't want to let him go. "Just do it!"

As impossible as it felt before, Callane's movements sped up even further, the strength at which her insides coiled around Theo's dick growing to the levels bordering actual pain.

Faced with all of this pleasure, Theodore could do nothing but just let himself go, living through the experience while slowly losing control over everything and anything, from his own resistance and the desire to keep going for as long as possible, through his wish to keep pleasuring his love for as long as he could, all the way… To his control over the excessive energies flowing through his flesh.

Theodore let himself go, simply leaning back and enjoying the pleasure before grabbing Callane by her waist and then pushing her off a bit, not to stop her or even slow her down… But to simply get a better look at the way in which her body shook and jiggled to the rhythm of her jumping up and down on his cock.

"…"

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Theodore offered one last moment of resistance before reversing his earlier actions and pulling Callane into the deepest hug that he could before the last barrier of his mind gave in, unleashing the flood straight from his balls and, with one last, final jerk of his hips, injecting all of his essence straight into the girl's deepest part.

"Aaah!"

With one last moan, Callane all coiled around Theo, her grasp over his body reaching the ultimate level, as if she was trying to outright merge their bodies through this intense, loving hug.

"Once I'm gone…" Pushing himself to the limits, Theo whispered through the waves of orgasmic pleasure as his grip on reality quickly wavered. "Don't let me go, okay?" he requested, feeling his sense of self slipping through the cracks of the miracle his off-shot spell created, his control over his inner energy no longer sufficient to keep him anchored in this wrong timeline. "If I'm going to be anything like I used to be in the past, I'm afraid you may need to pursue me a bit for that, but…"

Overwhelmed by her own pressure, by the sense of her lover's seed flushing her insides, Callane appeared to hardly pay any mind to what Theodore desperately wanted to convey.

"But I really hope you won't give up on me," he whispered as his sense of self started to fade away, merging back with the source now stuck in a world perfectly foreign to where he actually came from. "And I really hope…"

At this point, Theodore's mouth hardly moved, his will no longer able to properly affect his flesh, when the sense of drowning in the pleasure only accelerated the rate at which he lost his grip on this artificial reality.

'That I won't be stupid enough to give up on you either.'

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Theo's consciousness slowly returned to his body. Yet, even as it did… He felt as if he was in a dream, a deep dream, from which he wasn't even sure he wanted to wake up.

'It's so… comfy…' he thought, floating in the nothingness while this strangely pleasant, satisfying warmth soothed his consciousness, pushing all the trouble, all the worries, all the anxieties away.

Still.

Regardless of how great it felt to just doze off like that, there was a limit to how long he could spend in the bed.

After all, whether he slept or not, the clock of the next invasion continued to tick. And with how far the monsters from the last invasion got, nearly breaching the very last line of Theo's defenses, he had no plans to just naively trust the next invasion would be equally as hard to fight off.

'If it was any stronger, my entire claim could be at risk. And that means,' Theo took in a deep breath, gathering his strength to chase his drowsiness away, 'I need to work hard to prepare for the next round!'

With this renewed conviction serving as an anchor for Theo's consciousness, he finally found the grip against his drowsiness, fighting it off as he slowly but surely emerged back into reality.

Or so he thought he did, only to wake up to another dream, an extremely sweaty, warm, and comfortable one, with his face buried in a supple, fragrant chest and his entire body soothed by the sense of warmth and softness he only ever dreamed to experience.

A dream… That was uncannily realistic, from the slight shifts of the soft cushion below him, through the gentle up-and-down movement of the breasts he had for a pillow, all the way to the slight breath coursing through his hair every second or so.

'Wait…'

It was a slow process, one fraught with difficulty and struggle, one that required Theo to combat his disbelief, then try to face the fact he couldn't really recall how he got into the situation he found himself in now, all the way to accepting the reality that appeared to be as far from what he considered realistic as anything could be.

Yet, in the end, the end result remained exactly the same as when Theo first observed his current situation.

Right now, he lay down on Callane, with her naked thighs pressing against his waist as she locked her legs just a bit above his ass.

As if that wasn't enough, his face rested directly against her chest, moving up and down with the breaths that rocked her bosom in a calming, steady manner.

That perky thing pressing high against his cheek appeared to be her nipple.

The soft cushion underneath him was her sweat-covered stomach.

The wind coursing through his hair every now and then was her labored breath.

For but a moment, Theo failed to resist the desire to just indulge in such a pleasant retreat, living through the moment he never really expected to experience in the situation he was in.

A death by a powerful monster? Sure, that could happen. An accidental explosion in his factory or battle lines splitting him into several pieces? While unlikely, it wasn't impossible.

But to find himself lying down, all naked, on top of a lovely girl he met just recently while obviously having some sort of history with her while she lovingly caressed the back of his head with her hands while pressing his face into her chest as if it was the most natural thing for her to do?

And to top it all off, by all means, his dick appearing to be balls-deep in said girl?!

"What the…"

A moment passed.

The single instant where the comfort and pleasure were too overwhelming for Theo to give up on soon lost the battle against his reason, rationality, and sense of responsibility, forcing Theo to first grab hold of the girl's waist before pushing himself up.

Initially, it was but a bid for Theo to get a better… no, a proper look at the situation, hoping to find his senses to be in the wrong and his understanding of the situation to be nothing more than a stupid illusion, some sort of childish prank pulled off by the guests he invited into his claim. Yet, as he freed himself from the hold of the girl's arms and rose up only to look down…

The flushed yet satisfied look on her face, with the smile lingering in the corners of her lips while her lazy eyes took their sweet time to move up and even acknowledge the change in the situation. Her full, perky breasts being all out in the open, all for Theo to freely adore as they jiggled up and down to the rhythm of her steady, peaceful breath. Even her crotch and her pussy lips tightly wrapping around his erection, hugging it as tightly as if in an attempt to stop him from leaving…

No matter how much Theo wanted to deny it, he woke up in the middle… no, he woke up pretty soon after doing the deed!

And the worst part of it all?

He couldn't even remember casting his own damn virginity aside!

Only for, right as this regretful thought struck him, the girl to finally open her eyes a bit, lock them on his face… And then snap them open as her face twisted in a look of surprise, regret, and… determination?

"I..." with a slight tremble to her lips, she attempted to say something, only to end up cut by Theo's voice.

"What the actual fuck is going on?!"