"Please... ah... I beg you... just let me... ahh... let me climax...!"
Qin Yumo lay half-reclined across the leather sofa, her respiratory rate violently elevated as heavy, ragged gasps tore from her throat. Her fair skin was flushed with an intense, unnatural crimson. Suspended in a wide-open starfish stance, her body twitched in involuntary, continuous spasms, soft, breathless whimpers spilling unconsciously from her lips.
Her swollen labia majora sat completely parted, resembling a broken, high-pressure faucet. A continuous stream of clear, viscous arousal fluid poured from her depth, cascading down the leather cushions and forming a glistening puddle on the marble floor below.
"Where did that arrogant high-society pride from earlier go?" Adrian Li sat on the armrest, looking down at her helpless, broken form with a dark, mocking smile.
He reached out, his broad hand casually cupping her swollen flesh, kneading and tugging the sensitive tissue like soft dough.
"AHHHHHH—! I'm dying...! Please... stop touching me...! I beg you...! WAAAAAH... I'm going to lose my mind...!"
Although Qin Yumo's primary, absolute erogenous zone was centered in her H-cup breasts, her baseline global neural sensitivity (40+ SAF) rendered her entire body hyper-reactive to an extent unimaginable to ordinary humans. Even the softest brush of a feather was enough to drive her into a state of intense, overwhelming sensation—enduring Adrian's firm, callous hand working over her intimate tissue was sheer, unadulterated psychological torture.
Waves of intense, ocean-like pleasure crashed over her consciousness in rapid succession. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to simply surrender, to let her body cross over into the ultimate peace of climax.
Yet, the neural dampeners implanted deep within her uterine wall anchored her permanently to the sandbar. She was forced to remain completely conscious at precisely 99% capacity—enduring the endless, relentless pounding of the tide without ever receiving the relief of release.
"This tissue has expanded so dramatically," Adrian teased smoothly, casually flicking the sensitive folds. "I'd estimate the local fluid volume alone weighs at least half a pound."
Standing respectfully nearby, Nan Xiang quickly offered a sweet, ingratiating smile. "I calculate it easily exceeds two hundred grams, Master. After all, that's equivalent to the weight of a thick cut of meat."
Having proven her absolute efficiency in reconditioning Chen Meijia into a broken pet, Nan Xiang had officially been elevated to the rank of Master's Hound Manager—a significant promotion in her domestic standing.
"And what is your professional opinion, toy?" Adrian asked, tapping Qin Yumo's inner thigh.
Originally, Adrian had intended to utilize Qin Yumo strictly as an H-cup milk cow. However, Number Four's diagnostic reports had revealed a far more fascinating biological development: because Qin Yumo's entire metabolic system had been systematically flushed and replaced by specialized chemical catalysts over five days, both her breast milk and her vaginal fluids contained massive concentrations of active aphrodisiac compounds.
She had effectively been transformed into a living, breathing human aphrodisiac; even her saliva carried a potent, mind-altering chemical charge!
Calculating the utility of her new biology, Adrian decided to classify her as his exclusive, high-yield biological sex doll. Squeezing her chest produced vocal shrieks and sweet milk, while the massive volume of fluid she expressed could be collected and repurposed to break and train future female targets.
"AAAAAHHH—! JUST LET ME DIE...! PLEASE... JUST LET ME DIE!" Qin Yumo's body violently convulsed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her tongue extended outward, thick streams of fluid pouring from her crotch like a broken string of pearls. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE...!"
Suddenly, Number Four rushed forward, her hands clamping tightly onto Qin Yumo's jaw and forcing her mouth wide open.
"Young Master, her neural stress is approaching absolute critical capacity!" Number Four reported urgently. "She is attempting to bite her own tongue!"
Indeed, if Number Four hadn't reacted with clinical speed to lock her jaw open, Qin Yumo—driven completely mad by the unreleased, endless edge—might have attempted to bite through her own tongue in a desperate, frantic bid to escape the torture.
Of course, biting one's tongue in the modern era rarely resulted in immediate death. In ancient times, tongue-biting was fatal due to uncontrolled hemorrhaging and blood choking the airway. With modern medical technology in the mansion's private clinic, such an injury could be cleanly treated in minutes—though Qin Yumo would have been left living her remaining years with half a tongue.
"Tsk, tsk. Attempting to ruin my new toy? That simply will not do," Adrian shook his head, releasing his grip on her wet thighs and lifting his glistening hand.
Nan Xiang immediately, submissively dropped to her knees. Opening her mouth, she eagerly licked every drop of clear, viscous fluid off his fingers and palm, swallowing it down with practiced elegance.
"Let us measure her fluid yield," Adrian instructed, casually slapping Nan Xiang's bare chest as she finished cleaning his hand.
Smack!
A splash of white milk instantly erupted from Nan Xiang's chest, staining the front of her designer dress. Having undergone months of daily chemical dosing, while her sensitivity couldn't match Qin Yumo's freakish baseline, her body was still hyper-reactive compared to standard women.
Furthermore, having just swallowed a mouthful of Qin Yumo's aphrodisiac fluid, the potent compounds immediately took effect, flushing Nan Xiang's cheeks with a warm, seductive heat.
"Understood, Master!" Nan Xiang gasped, wiping her mouth as she scrambled to retrieve a small glass collection vial from the tray.
"Brainless fool," Adrian chuckled, lightly swatting her cheek. "What good is a tiny vial for a yield like this?"
He reached over to a nearby display cabinet, casually pulling out an ornamental crystal vase measuring half a meter in height. Ripping out the fresh lilies inside and tossing them onto the floor, he handed the massive crystal vessel to Nan Xiang.
Nan Xiang held the half-meter-tall vase, looking entirely dumbfounded.
Ignoring her surprise, Adrian stepped over to the side console and picked up a specialized remote control unit. Unlike the voice-activated mammary controls, the neural dampener chip implanted near Qin Yumo's uterus operated via encrypted short-range radio signals.
He pointed the unit at her torso and pressed the primary release toggle.
BZZZZZT!
Even with Number Four clamping her jaw open, a muffled, pig-like shriek exploded from Qin Yumo's throat.
"MMMMMM—! MMMMM—!"
Her swollen labia majora were forcibly forced wide open by automated internal muscular contractions. A thick, high-pressure jet of clear aphrodisiac fluid shot forth like a fountain, cascading directly into the wide mouth of the crystal vase held by Nan Xiang.
The high-pressure expression sustained itself for thirty full seconds before Qin Yumo finally exhausted her body's immediate fluid reserves. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she completely passed out, slumping limply against the leather cushions.
Pfft! Pfft!
Nan Xiang quickly spat twice, wiping her face. Even though she had held the wide crystal vase directly against Qin Yumo's thighs, the violent, high-pressure jet had splashed aphrodisiac fluid across her cheeks and chest.
"How much did she express?" Adrian asked, setting down his camera after recording the entire demonstration.
Nan Xiang peered into the crystal vessel, her eyes widening in absolute shock. The base of the heavy vase—which was as wide as a serving bowl—was filled with a deep, thick layer of clear fluid.
Number Four quickly brought over a calibrated glass beaker, carefully pouring the expressed fluid from the vase into the measuring container.
"600 milliliters...!"
Looking at the graduation mark on the beaker, both Nan Xiang and Number Four were completely speechless.
Calculating the fluid lost on the leather cushions, the floor, and Nan Xiang's dress, Qin Yumo had expressed over 700 to 800 milliliters of liquid in a single session—representing nearly two full pounds of fluid produced within an hour!
A standard woman's peak fluid expression during intense arousal rarely exceeded 20 to 30 milliliters. Qin Yumo was producing over thirty to forty times the biological average!
She was quite literally a human fluid production factory.
And even more remarkably, while her crotch continuously expressed aphrodisiac fluids below, her H-cup chest simultaneously yielded rich, sweet milk above!
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