His orgasm felt explosive and went on an on until it felt like he had completely emptied himself in her, but the virus made sure that only a single small spurt of semen actually came out. Why did he want to escape, again? The viral network in Jim’s body could signal the network in another nearby host with tiny muscle twitches beneath their conscious perception. This, right now, deep inside Leizu with his seed seeping into her womb, was beautiful, perfect bliss. The more attraction there was to start with, the more the virus could do with it. “Fen, you’re up next,” said Leizu after giving Jim a last, tender kiss and climbing off. Each woman’s name is also a link to an AI-generated face picture of her. Jim forced himself to ignore them too and stared at his food. He gazed over their trembling, gorgeous bodies, trying to memorize their shapes and the incredibly sexy, hungry, pleading look in each of their eyes.
