The Omnistore System

Viana’s soft gasps and moans filled the air as she moved rhythmically, straddling Kevin’s lap, her back facing him. Her movements were fluid, rising and descending, guided by the firmness inside her. With each descent, her curves undulated, her hands steadying her on her knees, while her ample breasts danced in harmony with her motion. Her face bore the traces of passion, her voice a sweet melody of pleasure, as she continued her ascent and descent, lost in the sensations engulfing her.

‘fuck his penis is so good.’ For Viana, the intense pleasure from Kevin’s intimate touch was undeniable, her mind lost in the sensations coursing through her body.

As Kevin observed her movements, his gaze fixated on the junction where their bodies connected. He traced the motion of her smooth curves, noting the way her delicate folds enveloped and released his shaft with every motion. His surprise grew at the tightness of her pink anus, which barely showed any movement, except for a slight expansion when she descended upon him.

He admired the striking sight before him—the most aesthetically pleasing anus he had ever come across. Unlike others he had encountered, this one was devoid of surrounding pubic hair. It bore a shade darker than the rest of her skin, smooth and unblemished, nestled between her ample, velvety buttocks. Its flawless appearance seemed to invite playful exploration, positioned so perfectly amidst her generous, yielding curves.

‘no not now.’ Kevin shook his head. They’d been at it for nearly nine hours, with brief pauses for cultivation in between. Kevin had coaxed 13 orgasms from her while having five himself. Viana was teetering at her limit; her legs had begun trembling during her previous climax. Despite the strain, she was determined to keep leading the charge, even as her legs threatened to give out. With a determined yet frantic smile, she pressed on, chasing the burgeoning climax building deep within her.

Kevin’s hands supported her in faster movements, sensing his own climax edging closer. His gaze remained fixed on her anus, while Viana glanced down at the rhythmic motion of her lower body, rising and falling on his shaft. Her wide grin grew increasingly exhilarated, anticipation building as she readied herself to surrender to another powerful orgasm.

“I’m cumming,” they both moaned simultaneously. Viana’s inner core convulsed as her toes curled, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm. Simultaneously, Kevin released the hot surge of yang qi deep within her, his hands firmly supporting her, preventing her from collapsing. Despite experiencing numerous orgasms prior, the intensity of this one was unparalleled. Viana’s arched back and the sheer intensity of the moment heightened her enjoyment, every second imbued with sheer euphoria.

“It was awesome,” Kevin murmured, planting a kiss on the nape of her neck as his arm encircled her waist, supporting her and preventing her from collapsing.

With a disheveled yet content expression, Viana leaned into him, allowing her body to relax. “Yeah, it was…”

“Up for some more cultivation or continuing this?” Kevin inquired, sensing his throbbing manhood within her, eliciting a responsive tightening from her intimate core.

His hands squeezed her sweaty, glistening breasts, marked with a mosaic of bite marks—some left by Kevin and some self-inflicted as she indulged without his earlier encouragement.

Despite recalling those moments vividly, Viana shook her head at Kevin’s suggestion. “I can’t… I really need some rest…”

Kevin refrained from pressuring her, nodding in understanding. Throughout their 9-hour sexual escapade and the preceding 3 hours, Viana hadn’t spoken much, limiting her communication to moans or brief responses to Kevin’s queries. He sought to encourage more conversation, realizing she appeared to engage in sex solely for pleasure. ‘I also do it for the same reason, but…’ He wished for her to be more vocal, believing that dialogue was essential for heightened arousal.

Viana gradually regained her strength in Kevin’s embrace, settling comfortably between his legs. His penis slid out of her vagina as Kevin closed his eyes to focus on cultivating. Following his lead, Viana, too, closed her eyes. They didn’t necessarily need to sit cross-legged to engage in cultivation.

In the immersive cocoon of cultivation, Kevin embarked on the intricate journey of opening his 215th meridian. It was a pursuit fueled by the newfound reservoirs of yin qi drawn from his recent experiences with Viana. Before this transformative encounter, he had opened a respectable 173 meridians, but the substantial influx of yin qi had empowered him to unfurl an additional 41 meridians. This surge not only widened his network but also granted him the capacity to link them together, bolstering his inherent strength.

Initially circumspect about accelerating his ascent, Kevin found himself at a crossroads, now embracing progression over prudence. He rationalized that honing control amidst confrontations—short bouts lasting an hour or two—would eventually lead to mastery, a philosophy he resolved to adopt as his modus operandi.

Amidst their sex, Kevin couldn’t resist his curiosity and had asked Viana’s about her cultivation. Viana divulged that she had ascended to the Qi Condensation stage in the solid stage, almost achieving the remarkable feat of solidifying half of the qi swirling within her being.

Their exchange expanded further to encompass insights into Keyara’s cultivation path. To Kevin’s intrigue, Keyara’s progression closely trailed behind Viana’s, signifying an almost synchronous ascent in their respective journeys. As for Keith, he lingered tantalizingly close, just a mere whisper of meridians away from attaining the coveted Qi Condensation stage.

It all unfolded during an earnest conversation when Kevin sought insights into cultivation techniques from Viana, hoping to glean knowledge that could potentially shape his own trajectory. Her generosity in sharing intricate details about various cultivation methods was undeniably enlightening, offering a glimpse into the vast labyrinth of techniques that might fortify his future endeavors.

However, despite her openness, Viana remained reticent about her personal cultivation technique—an omission that left Kevin deeply intrigued. His curiosity pivoted around this mystery, especially as her method appeared to deviate from the conventional body cultivation techniques he had previously encountered. What startled him most was the revelation of its rank: the Peak Immortal level.

This disclosure shocked kevin. Acquiring even a low-grade Immortal technique was an arduous endeavor, yet Viana possessed a technique at the peak of the Immortal rank. This revelation sparked suspicion within him, prompting contemplation about Viana’s potential affiliations with influential circles, perhaps stemming from her ties to a significant family lineage before marrying into the Dematia family.

‘It was tiring.’ Kevin’s senses slowly surfaced from the deep contemplation of his cultivation, finding Viana nestled against him. Her serene countenance painted a picture of rest, her eyes closed in a tranquil repose that hinted at a deep slumber. There was a certain grace in the way she leaned, as though she’d found solace in this temporary respite.

“Everyone, we are gonna stop in hour, from now on to camp, as at night it’s hard to drive in this area.” As the minutes ticked by, Keyara’s voice permeated the silence within the vehicle’s shielded enclosure, stirring Viana from her peaceful nap. The unexpected announcement, signaling an impending stop in an hour’s time, caught Kevin off guard. He had anticipated an uninterrupted journey straight to Chernbog’s Den, their final destination.

The abruptness of the plan change unsettled the calm atmosphere within the vehicle. Viana, roused from her restful state, blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior. Kevin observed her subtle movements, the delicate way her hand absently brushed against his, and the soft curves of her face as she slowly regained awareness.

Viana’s initial surprise flickered across her features, a momentary glint in her eyes swiftly masked by composure. Awakening in the embrace of a man, both of them unclothed, was a peculiar occurrence, yet her reaction was more composed than expected. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, a mere echo of earlier, more intimate encounters that had warranted deeper shades of embarrassment.

Regaining her composure, she suggested, “let’s get clothed.” Her words carried a sense of readiness, an acknowledgment that the situation, though unconventional, required a swift shift in focus toward the practical aspects of the moment.

She attempted to rise from his lap, yet Kevin’s firm hand on her waist gently anchored her back, a surprised glance thrown his way. His chuckle preceded his teasing words, “She said an hour, not a minute. We’ve got plenty of time to get you to six orgasm at least.” His playful tone masked the challenge within his jest.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Viana felt a flicker of ego bruising at the prospect of acknowledging that he could orchestrate such an occurrence within an hour. Despite knowing he was capable, her pride, honed by experience, felt somewhat challenged and she hesitated to concede.

She shifted, subtly pressing her backside against his thighs, her tone tinged with a hint of skepticism. “Is this some sort of bragging I’m hearing? Just because you’ve managed to get to fuck me sometime doesn’t mean you know everything about my body…”

“Bringing out those moans from you by fucking you mindless and making you limp is bragging, well, then call it bragging if you want.” Kevin’s words carried a playful tone as he lightly fondled her breasts. Her wincing and moans spoke of a mix of sensation and discomfort, the sensitivity heightened by their earlier playfulness.

She tried to control the sensations but Her attempt to control the sensations was futile as Kevin’s skillful touch made it nearly impossible for her to stifle her moans. His hands caressed her hardened nipples, eliciting involuntary reactions, while his lips danced along her neck, coaxing an arching submission from her, almost as if her neck willingly surrendered to the pleasure Kevin’s lips brought.