Next Level Fan service

aespa. A name derived from "Avatar X Experience" and "Aspect."
"In a world of avatars, how close can you get to the real thing?

Y/n stood in the vast, dimly lit, industrial corridor, a man out of options. At 188 centimeters and a solid 90 kilograms, Y/N was built with the dense, rugged musculature of a heavyweight fighter. His broad chest, sculpted abdomen, and thick, powerful thighs were hidden beneath a damp, cheap jacket. His dark brown eyes scanned the NDA in his hand one last time. His car was a totaled heap of twisted metal, his bank accounts were violently overdrawn, and sheer desperation had led him to this secret, high-paying "Blind Tester" position for N.P.G.—New Pleasure Goods.

He didn't know if he was walking into a legitimate product test for an adult toy company or a black-market organ harvesting ring. But for the staggering amount of zeroes printed on the contract, a missing kidney felt like a completely fair trade.

Pushing through a heavy, reinforced steel door, Y/N stepped into a brilliantly illuminated, sterile white room. The contrast was blinding. The air inside was clinically cold, carrying the faint, metallic scent of ozone and something sharply botanical—like expensive vanilla perfume masking the clinical smell of industrial-grade silicone. The room was completely devoid of windows. There were only smooth white walls, a single chair to fold his clothes on, a polished steel table bearing a large tube of medical-grade lubricant, and, directly across from him, a pristine wall bisected by two distinct, circular openings at waist height. Both holes were currently obscured by thick, luxurious black velvet curtains.

A high-fidelity speaker mounted in the upper corner of the sterile room suddenly crackled to life, breaking the tense, suffocating silence.

"You’re telling me an aespa member is behind that wall? This has to be a lawsuit waiting to happen, or I’m about to have my organs harvested." Y/N’s deep, gravelly voice echoed slightly off the pristine tiles as he paused, pulling his rain-soaked shirt over his head, revealing the wide, heavily defined expanse of his chest and the thick V-taper of his back.

A soft, digitally distorted chuckle bled through the speaker system. The pitch was heavily altered, shifted into an alluring, synthetic purr, yet beneath the modulation, there was an undeniable aristocratic haughtiness. It was Karina on the microphone, orchestrating the test from a shadowed control room, though Y/N couldn’t possibly know that yet.

"Your kidneys are safe, Y/N," the voice purred, dripping with dark, teasing amusement. "Welcome to the N.P.G. blind test facility. You are looking at the future of the Signature Series. Are you ready to begin?"

Y/N tossed his wet shirt onto the chair. He reached for his belt buckle, his fingers working the leather with deliberate slowness. "Two holes. One toy, one girl. That’s the pitch?" Y/N asked, his breath hitching slightly. Despite his inherent skepticism, he felt the heavy, thick blood beginning to rush violently south. A heavy, insistent heat pooled low in his groin, awakening a feral, pounding curiosity he hadn't anticipated.

"Precisely," the distorted voice confirmed, its tone smooth and highly professional, though laced with an explicit, seductive edge. "Interface One is on your left. Interface Two is on your right. You are encouraged to take your time. Be thorough. We need every detail of the tactile feedback. The 'Original' is prepared to provide a full range of responses, just as the machine is programmed to do. Do not hold back, Y/N. We want the 'Next Level' of data."

The subtle drop of the song title wasn't lost on him. As if on cue, the heavy, intoxicating cyber-bass of aespa’s Next Level began to play at a low, ambient volume through the room's hidden surround sound system. The thick, rhythmic beats seemed to vibrate right through the soles of Y/N’s bare feet. He knew what kind of toy this was supposed to be. And he knew what "real" implied. He was, hypothetically, about to relentlessly fuck the raw, wet pussy of one of the world's most untouchable idols. Or a piece of bio-reactive rubber designed to perfectly mimic her.

He stripped off his pants and underwear, kicking them aside. He stood completely naked in the harsh white light. His heavy, thickly veined eighteen-centimeter cock was already stirring, springing free from its confines and jutting out aggressively. It throbbed with a heavy pulse, the blunt, purple crown glistening slightly with pre-cum as the psychological weight of the scenario crashed over his nervous system.

Y/N grabbed the large tube of lubricant from the steel table. The viscous gel was cool to the touch. He squirted a generous, thick mound of it into his broad palm and wrapped his large hand tightly around his own shaft, instantly beginning to jerk himself off with long, punishingly hard strokes. The wet, slapping sound of flesh and slick lube echoed loudly, cutting through the heavy, vibrating bass of the background music. He stroked his massive eighteen centimeters to a painful, diamond-hardness, milking a thick bead of clear pre-cum from his slit and spreading it down his shaft until he was entirely coated, gleaming under the lights.

He stepped up to Interface One on the left. The black velvet mask completely hid whatever lay beyond the drywall. He couldn't see anything. He had to trust entirely in his sense of touch, diving completely blind into the wet dark.

On the other side of the dividing wall, the atmosphere was a stark, sensual contrast. The lighting was impossibly low, drenched in heavy, sensual neon purples and sultry blues. Kneeling on a plush leather mat, her bare, perfectly sculpted ass pressed firmly against the circular cutout in the wall, was the idol. Giselle. Her pussy was swollen, deeply flushed with a dark, rosy pink, and dripping profusely with her own natural, syrupy arousal. A delicate trace of fine dark hair framed her slick, glistening labia, perfectly aligned within the opening.

Flanking her on either side were Winter and Ningning. Their eyes were wide, dilated with a mixture of utter disbelief and wicked, voyeuristic excitement. Each of them tightly gripped one of Giselle's hands, anchoring her trembling body in place. Ningning held a soft silk pillow directly in front of Giselle’s face, ready to muffle the inevitable, ear-piercing screams so they wouldn't bleed through the wall and ruin the integrity of the blind test.

Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent of his own musky arousal heavy in the air. He stepped forward, aligning the thick, blunt head of his cock with the vertical slit in the velvet mask of Interface One.

He pushed forward, parting the soft velvet with his heavy flesh, and immediately met resistance.

It was an exquisite, terrifyingly hot, completely suffocating resistance. The exact moment the wide head of his cock breached the hidden opening, a blast of intense, radiating biological body heat enveloped his highly sensitive flesh. It was impossibly wet—slicker, silkier, and vastly thicker than the medical-grade lubricant on his shaft. He let out a low, ragged, feral groan, pushing his hips forward, sinking the first three thick centimeters of his cock directly into the suffocatingly tight, fleshy grip.

On the other side of the wall, Giselle violently clamped her teeth into the silk pillow. Her back arched in a sharp, beautiful curve, her manicured nails digging desperately into Winter and Ningning’s palms as the massive, eighteen-centimeter European cock began to bluntly force her open. It was entirely too thick. It stretched her delicate, deeply sensitive entrance to its absolute breaking point, the broad purple crown forcing her inner labia to part and wrap tightly around his girth.

Y/N closed his eyes, his large hands resting flat against the stark white drywall to heavily brace his muscular frame. He pushed deeper, letting out a heavy, ragged breath as the incredibly tight ring of flesh finally gave way, swallowing another agonizing five centimeters of his length. The internal temperature was absolutely staggering. The wetness was completely overwhelming. It felt like sinking his bare cock into a pot of boiling, living honey.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Y/N gasped out loud, his voice raw, rough, and trembling. He slowly rotated his hips, grinding the thick, prominent ridge of his cock against the textured, heavily ridged walls of flesh that were currently clamping around him.

"Report, Y/N," the distorted voice over the speaker demanded, a distinct, heavy breathlessness hidden beneath the digital modulation. "What are you feeling? Give me exact tactile details."

Y/N pulled his hips back slowly, dragging his slick, tightly stretched length almost entirely out, feeling the vaginal lips pull and suction against his skin. Then, he drove his hips forward again, sinking ten solid centimeters deep in a smooth, excruciatingly slow glide. The intensely wet sound of his deep entry—a thick, sloppy, squelching shhhhk—reverberated obscenely in the tense silence between the bass beats of the music.

"The texture is... unreal," Y/N panted heavily, his massive chest heaving up and down, his brown eyes rolling back into his head as the agonizingly sharp pleasure radiated from his groin straight up his spine. "It’s moving. It’s actually pulsing and clenching around my dick. How the fuck did you guys engineer this? Is there a dynamic pneumatic motor in there?"

Through the speakers, Karina’s voice came back, dripping with heavily veiled amusement and a dark, seductive edge that made Y/N’s cock throb even harder. "Does it feel like a motor, Y/N? Or does it feel like wet flesh that’s absolutely starving for you?"

It didn't feel mechanical. It felt devastatingly alive. The impossibly tight, wet walls encasing his cock seemed to flutter, spasm, and twitch, reacting intuitively to his blistering body heat, reacting to the violent pulse of blood rushing through his own thick, swollen veins. He drove his hips firmly forward once more, this time ruthlessly burying his entire, heavy eighteen-centimeter length straight to the absolute hilt. The base of his shaft and his heavy balls met the padded edge of the wall with a dull, echoing thud.

Behind the wall, Giselle let out a muffled, tearful, agonizingly high-pitched whine straight into the pillow. He had entirely bottomed her out. He was resting heavily against her deep cervix. Her lower abdomen physically bulged from the massive intrusion, her womb aching with the heavy, blunt force of his complete penetration. Her slender thighs trembled violently, parting wider against the wall as her honey-sweet juices flowed endlessly, coating his intruding cock from base to tip, providing the perfect, slippery wetness for his impending assault. Winter giggled completely silently, squeezing Giselle's hand in support, while Ningning’s jaw simply dropped as she stared wide-eyed at where the thick shaft was disappearing entirely into her bandmate's spread, violently stretched pussy.

Y/N began to establish a deliberate rhythm. It was a slow, grueling, maddeningly intoxicating pace. He pulled all the way out until only the flared, hypersensitive head of his cock remained trapped by her grasping, swollen entrance, before plunging back deep, forcing all the trapped air out of her tight cavern. The wet, slapping noises grew progressively louder, accompanied by Y/N’s deep, guttural, animalistic moans. The friction was sheer, unadulterated madness. The intense, velvety grip felt entirely, flawlessly molded to his exact anatomy.

"Fuck," Y/N growled, a heavy bead of hot sweat tracing down his chiseled jaw and dripping onto his broad, hairless chest. "If this is the toy, then the future is a very dangerous fucking place for the human race. I could stay buried in here all goddamn day. It’s so fucking wet. It's actively milking me. It feels like a real, begging pussy."

"Withdraw, Y/N," the voice commanded sharply over the speaker, though there was a noticeable, undeniable tremor of pure lust echoing in the digital modulation now. "You must stop and test the second interface immediately. We need the direct comparison while the first sensation is still burning fresh in your… nervous system."

Y/N let out a dark, heavily frustrated growl, his jaw clenching hard. With tremendous, agonizing reluctance, he gripped the sterile wall and slowly, painfully pulled his hips entirely back. The thick, incredibly wet sound of deeply suctioned flesh popping out of heavily lubricated flesh echoed loudly in the bright room. He looked down at his freed cock. It was completely slathered, dripping thick strings of slick, translucent female juices, shining brilliantly under the harsh fluorescent lights of the testing facility. The sudden rush of clinical, cold air against his hypersensitive, wet shaft made his entire muscular frame shiver violently.

On the other side of the wall, Giselle was left completely breathless, her chest heaving aggressively as she violently gasped for air. She dropped the silk pillow from her mouth, her pretty lips swollen and spit-slicked. She looked wildly up at Winter and Ningning, her eyes entirely glazed over with a hazy, uncontrollable fog of absolute lust. She frantically whispered to them, her voice a desperate, trembling, completely uncensored mess. "Tell her to send him back! I need him back inside me! He's too big, it's so empty without him, please!" She was entirely addicted to the ruthless stretch, the agonizing fullness.

Oblivious to the frantic, begging idol just mere inches away on the other side of the drywall, Y/N took a deep, steadying breath, re-lubricated his glistening, spit-and-juice covered shaft with another thick squirt from the N.P.G. tube, and took two heavy steps to his right, aligning his aching erection with Interface Two.

The black velvet curtain of the second hole looked completely identical. Y/N braced his large, vascular hands against the wall once more and thrust firmly forward.

His massive cock slid seamlessly into the high-tech silicone channel. It was magnificent. The engineering was a total triumph of science. The Onahole instantly recognized the blunt intrusion, its bio-reactive internal heaters immediately bringing the internal temperature to a perfect, feverish 38.5 degrees Celsius. The synthetic mucus-secreting lining slicked his entire path, and precisely programmed, pneumatically driven ribbed nodules immediately engaged, dynamically simulating the clenching, contracting walls of a wildly aroused woman.

He began to fiercely thrust into the machine, finding a fast, heavy rhythm very quickly. The internal, mechanized vacuum suction of the device aggressively latched onto the head of his cock, forcefully pulling him deep with greedy, mechanical precision. It was scorching hot, it was dripping wet, and the grip was ferociously tight. It felt so incredibly close to the absolute, divine perfection of the first hole.

"Report, tester," the distorted voice immediately prompted, cutting over the heavy, pulsating bassline of the background music.

Y/N aggressively pumped his hips faster, driving his solid mass deep into the synthetic machine. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. The wet sound was practically identical. The blistering heat was virtually identical.

Y/N slowed his fast rhythm, his dark brow furrowed in deep, calculating concentration. He focused purely, intensely on the raw tactile data transmitting from his sensitive cock right to his brain. "It’s amazing. It really is. You guys are fucking geniuses. It’s perfectly warm, it's incredibly wet... the synthetic walls grip exactly where they should. The suction on the head is brutal."

He pulled back, twisting his heavy hips slightly, testing the lateral friction of the silicone ribs, before sinking his heavy, eighteen-centimeter rod deeply into the synthetic sleeve again.

"But?" Karina’s voice pressed through the intercom, instantly sensing his lingering hesitation.

"But... there’s a rhythm in the first one that feels far less... predictable," Y/N panted heavily, staring blankly at the sterile white wall, trying desperately to visualize the phantom woman he swore was breathing behind it. "This one is mechanically perfect, maybe way too perfect. It reacts instantly to my thrusts. The suction is flawless. But the first one... fuck, the first one felt like it was genuinely... answering me. Like it had a racing heartbeat. Like it was begging me to stay. When I pulled out, it felt like the muscles were desperately trying to drag my cock back inside."

Y/N roughly pumped his heavy, sweaty body against the Onahole a dozen more times, letting the pneumatic sleeves tightly massage his thick shaft, bringing him dangerously close to the precipice of a heavy orgasm. But he needed to be absolutely sure. His mind, his cock, and his entire soul were completely obsessed with the burning memory of the first interface. The agonizing, unpredictable, raw clenching. The raw, searing heat of real, trembling flesh.

"I need to go back. I need to relentlessly test hole one again," Y/N demanded, his voice thick, heavy, and drenched with unadulterated, carnal lust.

Without waiting for clearance from the control booth, Y/N violently yanked his massive, throbbing BWC out of the silicone device with a loud, wet, echoing pop. A long, thick string of clear synthetic slime bridged the gap between his cock head and the wall before finally snapping. He didn't even bother applying more medical lube. He casually wiped the excess synthetic slime onto his chiseled thigh and stepped frantically back to his left, positioning his heavy frame right in front of Interface One.

He didn't just aggressively shove himself blindly back in. The sexual tension in the bright room was thick enough to choke on. He rested the blunt, deep-purple, highly vascular crown of his heavily aching erection perfectly against the parted, wet slit of the black velvet curtain. He could literally feel the intense, biological heat radiating from within the dark void.

He gripped the wall and slowly pushed his hips violently forward, moving his eighteen centimeters at an excruciatingly slow pace. Centimeter. By agonizing. Centimeter.

Beyond the black veil, Giselle completely surrendered. She clamped her teeth back onto the soaking wet silk pillow, a muffled, deeply ecstatic, animalistic whimper entirely escaping her tight throat. She felt the massive, impossibly broad head of his hot cock flawlessly breach her slippery, widely swollen entrance once more. She clenched her deep internal muscles violently, her entire body shaking, trying desperately to naturally swallow him faster, but Y/N was completely ruthless in his slow, grueling pacing. He cruelly forced her to take him a mere fraction of an inch at a time, entirely stretching her heavily swollen labia, forcefully dragging his thick, pulsing veins directly across her wildly sensitive internal ridges and g-spot.

The intense pressure built to an entirely unbearable, screaming crescendo. He slowly pushed until his heavy, low-hanging balls slapped wetly against the smooth, coldly deep inside her tight, throbbing core. The absolute, all-consuming heat that wrapped around his buried flesh was staggeringly intense. It was complete, uncensored paradise.

"Oh, fuck..." Y/N hissed through his teeth, his entire massive frame shuddering as he felt her internal muscles immediately begin to milk him. "Yeah. God, yeah. This is it. This is the fucking one. It’s practically swallowing me alive."

Through the high-fidelity speakers, the digital distortion crackled with a sharp edge of breathless anticipation. The heavy, thumping bass of Next Level seemed to echo the heavy, rhythmic thumping of Y/N’s racing heart, filling the sterile white room with a thick, club-like atmosphere.

"Tell me something, Y/N," the speaker purred. The commanding, synthetic tone was now laced with an undeniable, explicit curiosity. "If this wasn't a blind test... If an aespa idol were actually behind that wall right now, bent over and completely at your mercy... whose pussy do you want to believe you are fucking?"

The filthy question sent a violent shockwave of electricity straight to Y/N’s groin. The highly explicit mental image of the global superstars stripped naked, thoroughly stretched open, and taking his heavy eighteen centimeters through a sheet of drywall made his thick cock pulse wildly. It swelled even thicker inside the suffocatingly tight confines of the cavern, stretching Giselle to her absolute biological limits.

He gripped the stark white wall with both large, vascular hands, bracing his muscular body like a man possessed, and slowly began to grind his heavy hips in deep, torturous circular motions.

"Winter... maybe," Y/N panted loudly, his deep, gravelly voice vibrating through the room, the dense muscles in his broad back rippling beneath his sweat-sheened skin. "She’s so delicate, so petite... the contrast would be completely unfathomable. To bury this much raw meat into someone so unbelievably small... to make her take every single inch of this cock until she couldn't walk straight..."

On the other side of the wall, Winter violently gasped. Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson as she heard the tester graphically fantasize about destroying her delicate anatomy. She squeezed Giselle's trembling hand in sheer shock, biting hard on her own bottom lip to playfully contain a squeal, her own thighs subconsciously clenching.

Y/N pulled his hips back almost entirely, his glistening, swollen cock head hovering perfectly at the incredibly wet entrance, before driving straight back in with a heavy, wet, echoing THWACK.

"Or Ningning..." he groaned loudly, his pace naturally beginning to quicken. He was rapidly losing the methodical, analytical rhythm of a tester and falling entirely into the primal, carnal urgency of a beast. "She has that wild fire in her eyes. I bet she’d be a fucking screamer. I bet she’d fight it at first, arching her back, violently begging me to slow down before she completely submitted and begged me to go deeper and wreck her."

Ningning’s doe eyes went incredibly wide, a sharp shiver running straight down her spine. She stared at Giselle's aggressively penetrated pussy, entirely mesmerized as the thick, European cock relentlessly pumped in and out. Ningning's own mouth fell slightly open at the filthy, degrading, mind-numbingly hot praise echoing from the hidden speaker in their control booth.

Y/N forcefully thrust harder, his heavy, low-hanging balls violently slapping rhythmically against the smooth drywall. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Oh, Karina wouldn’t be a bad choice either..." he snarled, a heavy bead of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and splattering on the floor. "That pure dominance she constantly projects... that smug, confident smirk. I’d love nothing more than to see her completely lose control. I’d love to aggressively pin her bare ass to this wall, grab her tight by the hips, and ruthlessly fuck that smirk right off her face until she was openly sobbing and begging for my cum."

In the dimly lit control booth, Karina’s hand gripped the edge of the microphone desk so hard her knuckles turned white. Her breath aggressively hitched. A sudden, heavy, and completely unfamiliar wetness instantly pooled between her own thighs at the raw, unapologetic, uncensored dominance in Y/N’s raspy voice. She pressed the comms button down, a genuine, breathy giggle managing to escape the heavy digital distortion for a fraction of a second.

"Oh, you like the idea of Giselle, then?" Karina’s voice heavily teased through the speaker, intentionally skipping the fourth member to brilliantly bait him into a feral state. "Why her, Y/N? Give us the explicit data."

Y/N’s dark eyes violently snapped open. The mere mention of her name sent a massive surge of pure, animalistic adrenaline right through his thick veins. He aggressively widened his stance, planting his bare feet firmly on the slick tiles, and buried his hands completely flat against the wall at head height.

"Because she looks like she could take a fucking pounding," Y/N violently growled. His voice dropped a full octave, heavily raw and completely dripping with feral, uncensored intent. He was no longer testing any product. He was relentlessly fucking. "She looks like she’s hiding a filthy, insatiable streak beneath all that high-fashion glamour. She’d take every single fucking inch of this cock and shamelessly ask for more. She’d be beautifully loud. She’d be a demanding, greedy little slut for it. Just like this hole."

He pulled his heavy hips back, his massive cock entirely slick with heavily frothing white juices, and slammed forward with devastating, bone-jarring force.

"It’s not just a wet hole," Y/N aggressively roared over the pounding club music. "It’s fiercely fighting back. It actively feels like a living, breathing, dripping wet pussy that desperately wants to be heavily bred."

The entire slow-burn tension of the room utterly evaporated, completely replaced by a violent, earth-shattering escalation of raw lust. Y/N began to mercilessly pump his heavy hips with furious, bone-bruising force. The heavy, thumping cyber-beat of Next Level blasted from the speakers, and Y/N entirely synced his relentless, brutal thrusts to the intense drop of the chorus.

Step on the Next Level...

SLAP.

SLAP.

SLAP.

The brutal, obscenely loud sound of Y/N's heavy flesh violently colliding with the cold drywall echoed like rapid gunshots in the sterile white room. He showed absolutely no mercy whatsoever. His massive eighteen-centimeter shaft piston-pumped forcefully in and out of the suffocating, velvety grip, the intense friction burning away every last ounce of his rationality. He was entirely ravaging the tight hole, playfully brutalizing the swollen entrance, plunging so impossibly deep he physically felt like he was punching straight into the very core of whatever was on the other side.

And on the other side of the velvet curtain, it was absolute, mind-melting chaos.

Giselle was entirely losing her goddamn mind.

It was indeed Giselle whose bare, trembling ass was pressed completely flush against the cold drywall. It was Giselle who was currently having her tight womb battered mercilessly by the massive, highly unforgiving meat of the blind tester. The sheer, terrifyingly dominant force of his aggressive thrusts was literally lifting her bruised knees right off the plush mat. Winter and Ningning were desperately struggling to hold her steady, their small hands tightly gripping her violently trembling arms as the heavy shockwaves of Y/N’s brutal assault sent physical tremors straight through her entire body.

Giselle bit down so violently hard on the soaked silk pillow she genuinely thought her teeth would crack under the pressure. Hot tears of sheer, overwhelming, paralyzing pleasure streamed freely down her flushed, heavily sweating face. Her deeply stretched inner walls were completely bathed in her own slick, syrupy arousal, actively frothing into a thick, creamy lather under the relentless, agonizingly tight friction of his heavy, veiny shaft. Every single time he praised her through the speaker—every time he dirtily talked about her taking every inch, being a demanding slut, being beautifully loud—it violently fed the uncontrollable, burning fire deeply building inside her lower belly.

She felt his hips fiercely picking up even more violent speed. The relentless, mechanical, piston-like pounding was rapidly dragging her toward the absolute edge of an explosive, paralyzing climax.

Y/N physically felt it happen.

Mid-thrust, buried deep to the absolute hilt, his balls aggressively smashing against the wall, he felt a sudden, violently sharp clench precisely around the highly sensitive crown of his cock. It wasn't artificial, mechanical pneumatic pressure. It was undeniably, flawlessly biological. It was fiercely erratic, violently spasming, heavily milking his throbbing flesh.

"Fuck... you're fiercely twitching," Y/N deeply groaned, his heavy voice entirely ragged as he aggressively fought to maintain his violent, brutalizing pace. "You're violently clamping around my head... Fuck, this grip... you're squeezing the fucking life out of my dick..."

Giselle’s beautiful eyes rolled entirely to the back of her head, showing only the whites. Her slender body stiffened like a board as a devastating, absolutely earth-shattering orgasm violently ripped through her exhausted nervous system. Her heavily swollen pussy walls clamped down mercilessly onto Y/N’s thick, veiny shaft with the overwhelming force of a heavy industrial vice. Her deep internal muscles milked him violently, heavily fluttering and spasming in uncontrollable, highly intense waves, aggressively drawing the hot blood entirely to the head of his swelling cock. A muffled, guttural, highly agonizing scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy completely ripped through the soaked silk pillow Ningning held to her beautiful face.

Y/N physically felt every single contraction flawlessly. He explicitly felt the highly intense spike in her internal biological heat. He heavily felt the sudden gush of fresh, scaldingly hot wetness violently flood out of her deep internal cavity, completely soaking the thick base of his heavy, pounding shaft.

He instantly knew. At that exact, undeniable moment, the absolute, overwhelming certainty struck his brain like lightning. He had just ruthlessly brought a living, breathing woman to a violent, screaming climax. He had literally just fucked an aespa member into a paralyzing orgasm straight through a blind hole in the wall. The heavy realization didn't make him stop; it utterly, completely destroyed his final shred of self-control.

"You’re completely fucking real," Y/N aggressively roared, entirely losing his mind to the sheer animalistic lust. "You're a fucking real girl and you just violently came on my cock! You greedy fucking slut!"

He aggressively pulled back until only the thick purple tip remained just barely inside, perfectly maximizing the agonizing stretch of her thoroughly abused entrance, and then violently thrust forward with a terrifying, feral roar. He brutally buried his full eighteen centimeters directly into her convulsing depths with highly devastating finality. The explicit sensation of her orgasmic internal spasms tightly, aggressively wringing out his highly sensitive flesh was the absolute breaking point for his loaded balls.

He couldn't hold back. He fiercely didn't want to. He completely needed to forcefully breed this incredible, agonizingly tight pussy.

"Fuck! I'm fiercely cumming! I'm completely filling this tight fucking hole!" Y/N loudly bellowed.

His heavily muscular body went entirely rigid. His thick veins aggressively popped prominently along his thick neck and heavily pumped biceps. With a heavily guttural, fully feral growl, he violently drove his heavy hips completely flush against the drywall, violently bottoming her out one last time, and aggressively exploded.

Thick, heavy, ropey jets of scorching hot semen violently erupted from his throbbing slit. He mercilessly unloaded directly against Giselle's deeply battered cervix, the massive, overwhelming force of his heavy climax forcefully pumping relentlessly. He shot violent pulse after violent pulse of thick, heavy European seed incredibly deep into her highly aching, heavily throbbing womb.

On the darkly lit side of the wall, Giselle intimately felt the sudden, fiercely searing jets of heavy, boiling fluid violently blasting repeatedly against her cervix. The incredibly explicit, deeply intimate sensation of him forcefully breeding her so incredibly deeply sent her crashing straight into a violent, immediate, back-to-back secondary orgasm. She spasmed wildly, her petite body violently thrashing against the holds of her friends as she naturally milked his heavily cum-slicked cock, aggressively drawing every single last drop of his highly potent seed completely into her soaked, violently stretched depths. Her slender thighs shook uncontrollably, entirely slick with hot sweat and the sheer physical exhaustion of taking such an unrelenting, brutal pounding.

Winter and Ningning watched in absolute, completely silent awe as Giselle’s beautiful eyes remained rolled back, her breath forcefully coming in highly ragged, violently hyperventilating gasps. She was entirely, beautifully destroyed by the tester's thick cock.

For a very long, heavy, sweat-drenched minute, the absolutely only sound in the sterilely bright testing room was Y/N’s highly harsh, heavily ragged breathing, deeply intertwined with the slowly fading cyber-beats of Next Level. Slowly, very weakly, Y/N tightly grabbed the edge of the smooth drywall and slowly began to pull his hips back.

Sccchhhhluck.

The thick, heavy sound of his highly depleted cock heavily pulling out of the soaking, cum-filled, dripping pussy was obscenely loud. His massive eighteen-centimeter shaft was thoroughly, beautifully coated in a thick, completely frothy mixture of his own milky white semen and the idol'sdrywall, his entire massive eighteen-centimeter copious, syrupy natural slickness. Thick, pearlescent drops of his seed clung to his swollen purple crown, slowly dripping from his urethral slit and splattering softly onto the sterile white floor tiles.

Y/N staggered backward, entirely out of breath. His massive, sweat-slicked chest violently heaved up and down as he tried to pump oxygen back into his exhausted lungs. The room was absolutely reeking of heavy, raw sex—a primal, intoxicating, musky scent of fresh female arousal heavily mixed with the sharp, pungent tang of his hot semen, completely overpowering the faint vanilla scent of the silicone lube.

He stared intensely at the black velvet mask of Interface One, wiping a heavy layer of hot sweat from his brow with the back of his trembling hand.

"That..." Y/N gasped loudly, his gravelly voice raspy, heavily broken, and explicitly projecting to the room’s hidden microphones. "The first hole... that was heavily implied to be the idol, but it was incredibly hard to tell at first... The temperature, the suction, the wetness, the synthetic device perfectly mimicked all of it. But an orgasm that violently intense... the way her internal walls physically milked my cock, the way her deep muscles erratically twitched and crushed my head... that cannot possibly be from a machine. It's completely impossible."

The speaker crackled to life, breaking through the fading ambient beats of Next Level. The digital distortion was still heavily present, but the soft, completely breathless amusement in Karina’s voice was undeniably leaking through. Her own heart was racing, her thighs clamped tightly together in the control room after listening to the raw, explicit auditory feed of her bandmate getting relentlessly bred.

"Your physical analysis is highly detailed and incredibly accurate, Y/N," Karina purred, the synthetic edge failing to hide her dark, teasing arousal. "If you wish for explicit visual confirmation of your findings, you are authorized to pull the velvet curtain aside and check the interior of the interface."

Y/N didn't hesitate for a single second. He aggressively stepped forward, his still semi-hard, heavily cum-stained cock swinging heavily against his muscular thighs. He reached out with a large, shaking hand, roughly grabbing the edge of the thick black velvet mask, and violently ripped it to the side.

There, perfectly framed in the cold, bright, clinical light of the testing room, was absolute, undeniable visual proof.

It wasn't a pristine, engineered silicone tunnel. It was a beautiful, devastatingly real, violently used human pussy.

The visual was completely mind-melting. Giselle’s outer labia were incredibly swollen, heavily painted a deep, flushed, bruised purple from the sheer, violent friction of his relentless, heavy pounding. A faint, incredibly delicate tracing of fine, dark pubic hair framed the top of her cleft, heavily matted down with hot sweat and shiny juices. But it was the entrance that entirely stole Y/N's breath. It was utterly, beautifully stretched out. The pink, fleshy ring was gaping wide open, unable to close around the empty air, fluttering helplessly in a desperate, biological reflex as it tried to recover from the brutal stretching of his eighteen-centimeter girth.

And slowly, beautifully, an obscenely thick, heavy stream of Y/N’s milky white cum began to leak freely from the abused, gaping opening. The hot cream pooled at the bottom of her stretched vaginal opening before slowly sliding down the idol's deeply flushed perineum, a heavy, glopping visual of absolute breeding that made Y/N’s jaw drop.

Y/N stared hungrily at the magnificent, explicit sight. His breath heavily hitched, a dark, involuntary groan vibrating deep in his chest as his heavy cock immediately began to harden and throb all over again just at the sight of his own raw creampie slowly oozing out of her.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Y/N whispered reverently, violently running a large hand through his damp, dark hair. He leaned heavily toward the nearest microphone, his lips curling into a wicked, completely exhausted, thoroughly satisfied smirk.

"I stand by my final review," Y/N stated boldly, his eyes never leaving the gaping, cum-leaking pussy presented to him through the wall. "In the end, the device in hole two was an absolute engineering masterpiece. It was incredibly similar. The silicone was blisteringly hot, the pneumatic suction was aggressively tight, the internal ribbing was flawless. If I'm being brutally honest... without that devastating, screaming biological orgasm at the end, without explicitly feeling her forcefully milk the hot cum straight out of my balls, I genuinely wouldn’t have noticed any difference."

He let out a heavy, dark chuckle. "You guys actually did it. If you mass-produce that Onahole, it's going to ruin men globally."

Behind the wall, the heavy, suffocating tension entirely shattered. Winter and Ningning could absolutely no longer contain themselves. A chorus of sweet, highly melodic, wicked giggling instantly erupted through the drywall. They gently helped a completely drained, wobbly-legged Giselle sit back fully onto her heels.

Giselle was an absolute, beautiful mess. Her inner thighs were completely painted bright white with his aggressively overflowing seed, hot streams of his cum still leaking from her swollen core and pooling on the leather mat beneath her. Her pretty lips were heavily bruised from violently biting the silk pillow, and her bare chest was violently heaving. She looked up at her bandmates, completely and utterly wrecked, her lower belly heavily distended with European cum. But a highly triumphant, deeply, sexually satisfied smile stretched lazily across her flushed, sweaty face.

They all fiercely knew exactly what this meant. If the machine felt exactly like what Giselle had just intimately experienced—if the heavy, eighteen-centimeter tester could barely tell the explicit difference before the biological climax—then the project was a monumental success. N.P.G. and aespa had successfully achieved the absolute impossible.

Through the two-way glass of the control booth, Karina smiled a dark, wickedly satisfied smile. They were about to bring an incredible, apocalyptic product to the adult market, one that would bring their devoted fans a completely unfathomable, highly explicit amount of "joy."

"Thank you for your extensive, highly passionate services today, Y/N," Karina's voice hummed through the speakers, entirely dripping with playful, mature humor. "Your compensation has already been wired. There are clean towels in the cabinet to your left. Please, clean yourself up."

Y/N grabbed a thick white towel, wiping the slick mixture of medical lube, natural female juices, and residual cum off his heavily throbbing, thoroughly satisfied cock. He listened to the muffled, angelic giggling explicitly filtering through the secret wall, shaking his head with a deep, rumbling laugh.

He had walked into the warehouse fully expecting to lose a kidney. Instead, he had relentlessly bred a global idol through a wall, evaluated a billion-dollar sex toy, and walked away insanely rich. length buried completely, devastating