BXBX NOVEL Chapter 105: Ready To Continue?
This part wasn't included in the ability description either. Fucking sloppy job, system.
I thought I was going to waste 3 Unused Skill Points to get a better cock, but it ended up as an amazing investment in all aspects. The total 15 attribute points (STR, AGI, VIT) are an amazing bonus that were worth the points spent by themselves. If I knew they were coming along with the cock-enlargement procedure I would've long since unlocked this amazing ability of mine.
I then glance down at my best friend who is standing at full attention, putting forth his best efforts at escaping the cruel, suffocating confines of my boxer. Yes, my underwear somehow managed to survive my transformation without tearing, though it certainly became significantly less accommodating, evidenced by the giant bulge of my manhood.
I pull the apparel down slightly, letting my shaft enjoy freedom.
He proportionally grew even more than I did, from 14 centimeters (5.5 inches) to about 20 centimeters (8 inches). I can't say that I was ashamed of my rather average size, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't filled with newfound confidence after witnessing this peculiar sight.
I've been told that women dislike giant penises, but I hope I fit in the 'certainly big but still amazing' category. Though now I'm a bit worried for Ayame, her petite frame might not be able to accommodate my new size. We will cross that bridge when the time comes. I refocus my attention on my beloved partner.
Just like how I've been eyeing my new body so have Blossom, and I can see her gaping mouth as she stares at my new dragon.
Her opponent has suddenly become a lot mightier.
Their battle will be legendary.
I chuckle at her adorable sight. She needn't worry; I don't expect her to satisfy me fully on her first try, especially since this new body is supposed to be able to 'satisfy many partners'.
I pull my underwear back up for the time being since I still have other stuff to do before it's his time to shine and my poor Blossom simply can't focus with him dangling freely in the air. I stand up, more than ready to resume the night from where we abruptly paused it due to the transformation. "Ready to continue, my dearest Blossom?"
"Yes!" She shouts cheerily.
"Then come, stand up." I instruct and she obeys.
Gently, I reach for the hem of the shirt, my fingers brushing against her skin as I slowly lift it. With each inch that is revealed, my admiration for her as a woman grows. Her waist is incredibly thin, accentuating the graceful swell of her hips. I slide the fabric over her head, letting it fall to the floor, and her perky, bountiful bosom pops out with an explosive entrance.
I have the urge to play with her divine breasts right off the bat, but I have a job to finish first.
Now, Blossom stands before me in nothing but the shorts and underwear she borrowed from me yesterday. Yes, she is still in the clothes I gave her last night because her slave robes were frankly unacceptable in my book.
To be honest, it just makes me hornier for some reason. She would certainly be sexier in some overly feminine attire but… I don't know, for some reason seeing her in my oversized manly apparel makes the situation even hotter. I will have to make sure she wears my modern-day attire I transmigrated in sometime in the future. I would absolutely love to shower my eyes with that sight.
The air in the room feels charged as I pause for a moment, my gaze tracing the exquisite lines of her body. Blossom is a vision of beauty, with curves that seem to have been sculpted by the Goddess herself. Her breasts, full and perfectly proportioned, rise and fall gently with her breath, creating shadows that dance in the candlelight.
Kneeling down, I untie the drawstring of the shorts, my hands lingering on her hips for a moment before allowing the garment to slide down her gorgeous, shapely legs. She steps out of them with a graceful ease that speaks of her natural agility, leaving her in just the simple underwear she wears beneath.
The sight is enough to take my breath away. Her skin is flawless and her figure is nothing short of divine. The gentle curve of her thighs, the way her waist tapers inwards, the softness of her belly- they all combine to create a portrait of perfection.
The image of my ideal woman.
Blossom watches me with a shy, yet confident smile, her ponytail swaying slightly as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. The way she stands there, unashamed and completely at ease, only heightens the sense of adoration I feel towards her.
I take a deep breath, savoring the moment, letting my eyes feast upon the incredible beauty of the woman who has chosen me as her lifelong mate and master. The candles flicker again, casting playful shadows that dance across her form, accentuating every line and curve.
Blossom tilts her head slightly, her eyes glimmering with emotions. "Master…" she whispers softly, the sound of her voice wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I reach out, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws us together.
With a gentle touch, I reach for the waistband of her simple underwear. My fingers brush against her warm skin, sending shivers down her spine. Blossom's eyes never leave mine, her trust and devotion evident in every glance. Slowly, I slide the fabric down, revealing more of her exquisite form inch by tantalizing inch.
As the underwear falls to the floor, Blossom stands completely bare before me in her original birthday suit. The sight of her takes my breath away all over again.
I stand and take a step back to burn the sight I observe through my eyes into the deepest pits of my memory. I simply can't- no, I won't allow myself to forget this image of her. Blossom's breathing quickens, then she looks at me with a timid, almost bashful smile.
I watch on as her ponytail sways lightly in the air as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other with obvious anxiety spreading through her entire being.
"Is Blossom's body up to Master's standard?" She inquires rather shyly. How could she be so uncertain in her own beauty?
"Up to my standards? No…" I'm desperately searching for the proper words to describe her otherworldly image, which she interprets as me being dissatisfied with her physical form due to my slip of the tongue. Before she could begin tearing up I rush to correct my horrible mistake.
"You're way beyond my standards, my gorgeous Blossom," I whisper, my voice thick with both barely tamed lust and extreme appreciation for her divine body. "I just don't know how to put my thoughts into proper words. Nothing I come up with feels worthy enough. Absolutely stunning. Truly mesmerizing. Utterly enthralling.
All these phrases feel lacking- simply undeserving to be used to describe you, Blossom."