Real Form

Kouhei pulled out his cock, his length still throbbing with need. He hadn't reached his climax yet, but he was close—achingly close. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, eyes drifting upward to the night sky. There, projected against the stars, was the monitor displaying the Love Link meter.

The percentages hovered in bold, glowing numbers: 60% for Kouhei and 79% for Yuuna.

They were so close to achieving it.

Suddenly, Yuuna's knees buckled, her body giving out beneath her. She collapsed, her limbs trembling as the entire scene shifted. The serene night park vanished, replaced by the stark, sterile white walls of the container. A rush of liquid pooled beneath her, splashing as she sat there, her legs splayed wide. It looked as if she were shamelessly wetting herself.

Her mouth hung open, pink tongue lolling out as her body quivered. Her brows were knit together, and her eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in the overwhelming aftermath of pleasure.