am-books Chapter 313: Super Gene
Chapter 313: Super Gene
Scott couldn’t believe the tall, naked lady standing in front of him. But considering her unhinged personality, he was very sure she was a lot like the other older women he’d met in his life so far. She was just naked and acting like this so she could tease him for some dumb reason.Older women always love teasing young men—maybe because they assumed they were innocent virgins, or just easily flustered by the body of a naked woman.
Scott gave her large, perky breasts a good look.
『Unfortunately for her, I’m not like other men my age. I’ve already seen the bodies of several naked women who are now my lovely, beautiful girlfriends. There’s no way she thinks she can shake my composure with just her bare breasts and a bit o—!』
His thoughts hooked the moment Jackpot pressed her bare breasts against him out of nowhere.
It felt like two soft, heavy melons squishing flat against his chest. Her nipples were so hard they could be called sharp needles with how they enticingly poked Scott, rubbing against his skin as if they wanted the manly thing between his legs to get up immediately.
Scott’s mouth fell open as his brain short-circuited.
『OH MY GOD! SHE’S NOT TEASING!』
He was a tall man, but Jackpot was significantly taller than him. It wasn’t difficult for her to easily wrap her arms around his head, adjusting her springy, large breasts so they could wrap completely around Scott’s face.
Jackpot gently stroked his damp hair with one hand while her other hand began to rub his wet back.
They were skin-to-skin. The sensation of his wet body slowly making her dry, hot skin get soaked in water as well was triggering a heavy reaction... making something else between her legs get thoroughly soaked, too.
There was thick juice seeping out of her little flower.
Jackpot is a bold woman, to think hugging this young man would make her honey hole so wet.
She badly wanted him to corrupt her.
"I can always tell when a man has done it just by looking at the way they act..."
Her breath was hot and covered with the smell of rum.
"You might be young, boy... but it feels like you’ve done it with quite a lot of women already, hnn~"
She grabbed his shoulders, gently pulling him out of the deep hug, and looked down at him. Biting her lower lip like a snack as she let out a shaky breath to, trying to hold back all the perverted urges making her vagina spasm.
"I’m a really sturdy woman... so I’m honestly scared I’ll break a little guy like you on the bed if we were to do it. But it’s also fine if you want to take that risk... hm~?"
She bit her lower lip even harder as a thin string of saliva fell from one corner of her delicious lips.
Scott stared up at her with soft eyes.
It was possible she was still playing some high-level teasing game, but it was also highly possible that this was a severe drawback of her powers. First, she had started with intense nausea and worm-vomiting. Then she started asking all sorts of dumb, intrusive questions in the car like she was some wasted boozer. And now, she was drinking and acting unreasonably horny.
They just met today, yet she was already all over him.
It almost felt like a trick.
『It has to be...』
He nodded to himself with a stone face.
There was only one way to be certain if this was some kind of stupid joke by Jackpot. He refused to be pranked by this chain-smoking, gambling-addicted, alcohol-abusing, sexy body-showing, vomit-spewing woman... even if he could easily admit she had a stunningly tall and beautiful body.
『If I reach for her ass and grab it to show my intent, and she flinches or reacts weirdly, I’ll know it’s a trap.』
Some philosophers call that...
Killing two birds with one stone.
He would satisfy his curiosity and urges, but also get her true intent at the same time.
Scott slowly stretched one of his hands across her curvy waist. He grabbed her large hips with his wet hand, using the slippery water to slide across her smooth, soft flesh straight to her butt.
Squeeeze~
He gave her ass a very firm, full squeeze. His fingers just kept sinking and sinking, like there was simply no end to how fat, fleshy, and deep her butt was.
It felt a lot like Rope Girl’s butt.
An ass so deliciously fat it formed a perfect, jiggling heart shape... yet so impossibly soft that squeezing it made your whole body melt like warm pudding. That was exactly how Scott was gripping Jackpot’s flawless cheek right now and his fingers sunk deep into the tender, obedient flesh with so much hunger.
He squeezed harder and harder, lost in the bounce and warmth of her massive ass. His cock throbbed painfully in response, leaking and twitching with frustration, aching to bury itself between those thick cheeks and feel her soft butt clap and ripple around him as he drilled her.
He clawed at her ass and pulled her crotch closer to his own so they could ride each other like dogs.
He greedily kept squeezing while his swollen shaft wept with frustration... burning to stretch her open, to sink into that tight, silky hole and make her perfect heart-shaped ass applaud every soaking wet thrust.
"Hnn~ ♥️"
Jackpot moaned and her body shivered as she pushed her breasts against his face even more. She seemed intent on smothering him until all he could perceive was the intense scent of nicotine, alcohol, and the rising heat of her sweaty body.
Her breasts were perfect.
Her ass was even more perfect.
『This woman isn’t joking around at all, is she?!』
Scott thought wildly. If a man didn’t keep his thoughts strictly to himself, the dirty words that would’ve left his mouth right now would make him seem like a shameless pervert.
"Harumph—!"
Scott snorted fiercely when he felt a sudden change in one specific part of his body. The railgun between his legs had fired ages ago when Jackpot first walked in here, but now it felt like the throbbing sword was actively trying to go back into its sheath... except it wasn’t HIS sheath.
The tip of his sword was pressing lightly against a soft mound of flesh that was covered with what felt like thick, juicy slime. It made all the tiny little nerves on his pink cap scream like a choir as his tip got massaged by this wet mound of flesh.
Back. Front. Back. Front. Uhnnn~ ♥️
The soft, slimy flesh kept friction-rubbing him right there and made his knees grow weak.
『What is that soft feeling down there making me feel so fucking good? The contact is so light, and yet it’s... it’s... it feels like I’m getting my peen glazed...』
He looked up at Jackpot’s face and saw how she was tightly holding back her moans, coughing up hot steam instead. There was so much unnatural heat around her. Her eyes had become droopy, turning into bedroom eyes, and her cheeks were an erotic shade of pink.
"Ah... I’m rubbing my pink... pink thing right against your young powerful cock..."
Jackpot mumbled dazedly and gripped him tighter.
"It feels so fucking good... I didn’t know they still had men like you around these days... why is my body feeling so sensitive right now? I want every single hole in my body to get dicked by you, dammit, ahnn~ ♥️"
Her naked body shuddered, as if a force were pouring straight into her from her dripping hole.
That was when Scott looked down and confirmed it. All this time, she had been grinding her soaked vagina and her quivering, swollen clit against the bare tip of his cock.
It was like watching a pen stroke against a paper.
But this particular pen was fat and long, and the paper was wetter than a broken dam.
『What in the world is going on?!』
Scott thought, stunned.
『This feels way too easy, even for a guy like me who has a lot of women in his life. The system has never been this effective in pulling so many superheroines!』
A blue panel popped up in his vision.
[R-Rated superheroes belong to a different category of altered humans. Entering Atlantic City triggered a serious surge that pulled multiple high-yield targets straight into your vicinity. The system has been holding back the gacha superheroine function for a while precisely so the Host can pull even more of them at once!]
So basically, this was the system working hard!
[Congrats, Host!]
Scott shook his head in his mind and screamed:
『CONGRATS FOR WHAT?!』
On the outside, he looked like a man thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having a significantly older woman’s breasts in his face, clawing her butt, and feeling the slimy pleasure of her rubbing her deliciously aged pussy against his delicate pink cap. But on the inside, he was raging like a goblin at the stupid system.
[The system does not have a direct hand in how these encounters play out...]
[The target ’Jackpot’ is a severe gambling addict because her force-gene ability is fundamentally based on luck and probability. When she fails to hit a jackpot, her chemical baseline crashes, causing extreme emotional volatility and physical symptoms until her mood stabilizes.]
[There was an incident where she failed a jackpot while saving civilians and nearly publicly masturbated due to the dopamine crash, before being stopped by Pulsar.]
Scott read the long panel of text.
Then read it again.
And again.
He was still utterly dumbfounded.
『Public masturbation??』
He shook his head internally.
『No... no, no, no. As concerning as that is, it’s none of my business. So why is she throwing herself at me?』
He loosened his grip on her ass which made some of his fingers to unsink from their deep softness.
[It is highly probable she is chemically attracted to your super gene. More specifically, her force-gene is driving her toward your super gene because it senses that a union with the Host will permanently fix the volatile drawbacks of her powers. A cosmic attraction.]
Scott wanted to argue, but logically, it made sense.
The core concept of his own gene was adaptation.
Intercourse with her was likely going to allow her body to adapt to the adverse effects of her force-gene. It was basic chemical neutralization... like mixing a strong acid with the perfect base to achieve a stable equilibrium.
[Host must help superheroines in need!]
[Host must help the gambling heroine!]
Jackpot grabbed her bottle of rum and took a long gulp.
Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...
Her throat bobbed in and out like a croaking frog as she chugged. Bits of the dark rum spilled from the corners of her mouth, crawling down the sides of her lips, over her sexy collarbone, and straight into the deep, fragrant valley of her enticingly big breasts.
She paused her gulps and wiped her mouth as she smiled down at him.
"Can you see how easily I’m gulping it down? I can finish a whole bottle of rum in seconds if I want to... That’s how deep my throat is, fufu~"
She slowly licked a stray drop of rum off her lower lip.
Jackpot leaned in close as she pressed her hot mouth right against his ear.
"Back in the car... when I asked you about the size of your cock... all I could think about was how big it must be, and if it would fit all the way in the back of my throat. I want to know exactly how much of my mouth can cover this!"
She reached down with her free hand and grabbed his erect shaft. She gripped it so tightly his toes instantly curled up from the delightful pressure of having his meat sweetly strangled by the aroused woman.
He didn’t even realize when both of his hands started roughly clawing at her fat ass, treating her butt cheeks like two sturdy blobs of dough he was trying to stretch apart.
Jackpot must be very sensitive back there, because when he pulled her butt cheeks apart, it made her let out a sharp and high-pitched cry that made his cock painful stretch out so hard he had to clench his butt to numb the pains.
"Haauuunn~ ♥️"
He pulled her fat ass apart again.
"Eyaaaauuyhnnnn ♥️"
She sounded more like a helpless young lady than a mature, hardened hero.
Maybe it wasn’t just the stretching of the cheeks... it’s highly possible that stretching her ass out like that tickled her tight butthole and made her desperately want to get drilled by his cock right there.
『Is this older woman actually into that? Is she that kind of woman?』
The delicious shock of having her tight asshole exposed as her bubble butt was lovingly clawed apart made Jackpot vulnerably dazed. She took another swig of her rum but then she froze with a mouthful of it.
"Humph—uhhh—!"
She tried to speak or moan but her mouth was full.
Something was happening in her asshole.
Something amazing.
Scott’s index finger had just begun tracing a slow, firm circle around her asshole.
"Ahhnnnnn~ ♥️"
Jackpot squeezed her eyes shut, letting herself get lovingly massaged there by his wet finger. Her tight hole was under complete assault. The way he kept tracing circles on it made the muscle spasm, making it look like it was slowly breathing in and out.
Her asshole squeezed in...
Then out, then in, out, in, and out...
"AaaAAHHhnnn~ ♥️♥️ FUCK ME ALREADY!"
"..."
He kept tormenting the tight little hole.
At some point, the overwhelming pleasure became too much to handle. Jackpot leaned down and forcibly kissed him with a mouthful of rum. Scott closed his eyes and accepted the wet gift as the burning rum mixed with her sticky, hot saliva and trickled down his throat.
Some of the rum spilled from the small spaces their messy kiss left behind, but for the most part, all that thick spit and saliva in Jackpot’s mouth transferred into his own.
When they finally broke the kiss, both of them were panting heavily like two dogs in heat.
A string of saliva connected their lips.
Jackpot smiled down at him.
Her heart-shaped eyes were glazed over.
"You really swallowed all of that, huh...?"
Scott coughed a bit, wiping his mouth.
"I’m not twenty-one yet, you know... I really shouldn’t be drinking alcohol."
Jackpot narrowed her eyes sexily at him.
"There’s no rule against licking it off a woman, is there?"
Scott blinked. "Huh?"
Jackpot tipped the bottle, emptying the remaining dark rum directly over her bare breasts and the sweaty, deep valley between them. She rubbed his head preciously and leaned down until her soaked nipples brushed his lips.
"Can you lick it off me instead? There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the hot sensation of rum with someone you’re sexually attracted to, is there? There’s something about your scent... it just feels so familiar. Like we’ve met before, or... or it’s just something I can’t really explain. Being with you feels familiar."
That was her force-gene talking.
Some of the classified files Scott had acquired from Adira regarding Division Freakshow mentioned how traumatic or extreme experiences could trigger the dormant force-genes of a person. (1)
The gene clearly had a primitive mind of its own.
Her force-gene badly wanted her to sleep with him so his adaptive traits could fix her deficiencies.
『But does that mean I can also fix the deficiencies of many other R-Rated heroes then?!』
Scott thought as his eyes widened slightly.
He looked back down at her breasts, watching how her nipples twitched and throbbed, as if they were waiting for him to suck them until they gave him milk.
Jackpot gently stroked his hair.
"Uhhnnn~ ♥️ I feel so dirty and sticky right now... can’t you just fucking lick off some of this rum so we can enjoy a shower together after?"
She smiled hauntingly.
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Chapter References:
(1) Mentioned extensively in Chapter 229.