After soaking in the water, Berberto was the first to get out of the tub. His tanned skin was flushed and his muscles were bouncing and bouncing, smoky.
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"Wowwww... It's done. It feels so good!"
He glanced around for a towel before reaching out to grab it and loosely tying it around his waist.
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"I'm going to go first, brothers. We'll talk about it another day."
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"Oh... Good luck, my dear little brother. If something like this happens again, don't forget to call us. I'll treat you to a drink in return."
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"No need, Brother Fernando. Just the fact that you guys taught me the job is enough for me to be grateful. This is easy. After we're done here, I have to go get a check from Ms. Emma, the accounting department. If I didn't work at Parallel, I don't know if I would be able to earn this much money."
Berberto spoke at length and gave a wry smile back to the two seniors who were still soaking in the water. He went straight to the dressing room on the other side, dried himself off, combed his hair, picked up some neat casual clothes, and was about to walk out of the onsen bath on the second floor, if nothing happened!
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"What the hell? What the hell is that shadow crouching in front of the bathroom?"
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The dark-skinned American boy slowly crept closer with light footsteps. As mentioned earlier, the shower door was made of thin rice paper. If Jeffer Butgenland could spy on his friends' behavior, how could Burbato not do the same? He slowly slid the screen door open before finding the mysterious dark shadow. It was Jeff who was sitting with his back turned.
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"Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap"
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"Big Bro Jeff... What are you doing?"
Berbato asked in a whisper.
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"Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap"
"Uh... Ahhh~! Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap!"
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He could only hear the faint sounds of groaning. Berbato guessed that his Big Bro Jeff couldn't hear it, so he slid the paper door wider to let in more light from inside so that he would know that he was standing there, completely black, behind him.
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And the image he saw in front of him was The belt and slacks were piled on the floor, the underwear was dangling down to his ankles, Jeff squinted his eyes and looked up at Berbato in the backlight, and with that same light, the youngest member of the team had to exclaim loudly.
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"Big brother Jeff is jerking off!!!"
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"This place, big brother! It's so shitty! It's so disgusting! Our office is full of women, don't you have any shame? The number one in Parallel, to be honest, it's a total disgrace, big brother."
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"Oh! You son of a bitch, are you trying to insult me? Who told you to bring a whore to gangbang me here? If I saw it, I couldn't help myself. And another thing, look at this! Open your eyes and see that my dick is as hard as an electric pole. If I don't jerk off and soften it up, where will the women see me? If I'm going to make a mistake, it's because of a weakling like you. What the hell are you shouting to let the villagers know? What the hell is this holy sword?!"
Jeffers retorted. He struggled to stand up, but it was difficult because his left arm was missing. Let alone his pants. He couldn't bend down to pick up his dick if it was that big.
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"No, bro. You misunderstood. The woman we took wasn't a whore. That was the memory I drained from the victim. Catherine the flower shop used the mass transmutation machine to create her!"
"By the way... Was that lavender bouquet on the ground your work?"
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"Oh, it's mine. Why do you ask?"
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No, bro. I'm just comparing it to how it's so hard for us Parallel to transform something natural. It's so hard for me to transform matter and get a real woman. Don't you want it? It's free, bro! You can fuck me anywhere, in any position. It's too bad I'm missing the doggy style!"
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"Enough, stop talking right now, Berberto. The more you talk, the harder my dick gets. Damn, my whole body is sore~"
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Jeffrey quickly waved his hand to signal his junior to stop. His face was clearly in pain and groaning. Right now, the issue of the penis between his legs seemed to have more of an issue than the missing arm. A few seconds later, his two best friends, Fernando and Pique, ran out wearing only a towel.
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"Holy shit! You're the son of a bitch! Jeff, your arm?"
Pique said.
"Holy shit! I warned you not to be careless. If I'm not mistaken, it must be the portable mass transducer on the Gravity bike that's squeezing your arm, right? Yuck!!!"
Fernando added without looking at the horse or the boat, his friend's tendon was sticking out so much that he could point at the person asking the question.
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"You two are worrying about me in the wrong place. My arm is fine, I know that Dr. Yumiko can help me, but if my dick doesn't really touch a woman's pussy, I'm dead. Please help me. At least take responsibility for me because you three gangbanged me in a hot pot, which is what made me like this!"
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The half-Italian boy thought for a long time before Fernando blurted out the most disgusting words in a split second.
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"Carry her downstairs to that little girl Catherine! She's a bit young, but she can use her eyes to get by. Trust me, I guarantee it'll work!"
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"You damn fucker, how did you come up with that!?"
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"Oh! Is your condition so bad that you can't even lift your own dick? Then Berbato! You go drag Catherine up here and tell her that Jeff wants to see you."
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"No way! How far are you guys going to mess with me? She's still innocent. Don't let our dirty, evil thoughts tarnish her!"
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Shaking his head in exasperation, Pique, who had been standing there listening with his arms crossed, finally asked to play a part. He started walking slowly and stopped in front of Jeff, before kneeling down with the tip of his dick touching the bridge of his nose.
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"What do you think you're doing, Pique? I'm not playing, man."
Jeff asked fearfully. He backed away gradually, while his two friends followed him in suspense.
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"I was thinking of helping you by doing this too... Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Both hands gripped tightly! His jaw was torn wide to his ears, almost about to take his dick into his mouth. But if it really happens, let Jeff die!
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"Go suck it for your father, you mortar cleaner!!!"
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"Bam!"
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"Ouch! You son of a bitch Jeff, I'm saving your life, you ungrateful bastard!"
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"You're ungrateful to your father! When Pique sucks your dick, you'll be embarrassed everywhere. Open your eyes and look! Listen! Do you hear it? To and Fernando are laughing their heads off over there."
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"Oh my gosh! Even if it's like that, there's no need to hit each other with your dick. Do you think you're the only one embarrassed? What about me! Don't you think I'll be able to live on?! What the hell!"
Pique complained, putting his hand on his cheek, embarrassed to the point of wanting to hide in the ground.
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"Enough, guys. Stop here. I think I'll find my own way out. I don't have to take responsibility for anything anymore. I always forgive you guys, my friends. Go wherever you want! Go away from my feet. No! To be precise, go away from my dick!"
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"Hahaha, take it easy, young man. Stay with me. Your blood is starting to flow out a lot. Your face is as pale as a boiled chicken. You may not realize it, but when we look at you, it's obvious, Jeff."
Fernando protested and tried to persuade, but Jeff chose to refuse in a firm voice.
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"Okay, I know what I'm doing. I'll go up to see Doctor Yumiko like this. Just Berbato alone is enough."
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"Little brother, please help me collect the lavender, the missing left arm, and the pants. Then follow me up to the 4th floor."
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"But if Doctor Yumiko kills me! I'll ask you to collect the body for me."