Looking at the densely packed pit of syringes, just the sight of it was enough to make one's flesh ache. No one dared to go down to save the person, resulting in watching them die a slow, agonizing death.
This game was originally designed for Zev, but someone had found a loophole.
When Jigsaw saw this, he took out his notebook and recorded the mistake. Just as Cain had said, someone had indeed exploited a loophole.
Taking a moment to glance behind him, Jigsaw saw that his female apprentice, Amanda, had already been turned around and was passionately kissing Cain.
Her legs were wrapped around Cain's waist in the classic missionary position—a stance that allowed deep penetration. If the man's cock was long enough, it could even reach the cervix, grinding against it to deliver extreme pleasure.
This position also indicated that the woman was in a state of intense arousal.
"Ohhh... fuck me to death... ahhh... so good... I'm coming... ohhh... I'm coming... so fucking good... Cain... fuck me to death... ahhh!"
Amanda's mouth was wide open in an "O" shape, moans of pleasure spilling from her lips. With every thrust from Cain, she could feel his cock hammering against her deepest spot, the overwhelming pleasure making her tremble uncontrollably.
Waves of ecstasy crashed through her body, washing over her again and again, pushing Amanda's lust to its peak. She screamed in bliss, her body convulsing as she came hard, completely surrendering to the sensations.
Any thoughts of drug addiction had already been drowned out by the sex. Her only desire now was for the man on top of her to fuck her to death—to ravage her, treat her like a whore, a sex slave, to be as rough as possible without holding back!
Cain pulled his cock out, dragging the orgasming Amanda to the ground. He slapped her face with his thick shaft, a hint of humiliation in the act. "Suck it properly!"
Without hesitation, Amanda took Cain's cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down with enthusiasm.
Her eyes, filled with fervor, locked onto Cain's. It was as if she had been reborn—truly freed from her drug addiction.
Slurp!
Slurp!
Her head moved skillfully, lips covering her teeth to avoid scraping his shaft. Her mouth tightened and loosened rhythmically, creating a sucking sensation that drove Cain wild.
The musky scent of his pubic hair pressed against her nose, the intense aroma making her dizzy with lust. The lewd smell only intensified the itch between her legs.
Enjoying the blowjob, Cain pushed Amanda back onto the table. Without needing to adjust, the head of his cock pressed against her spread labia, sliding effortlessly into her dripping wet pussy.
He began thrusting roughly, his thick cock stretching her to the limit while her tight walls clenched around him. The fiery friction continued, the intense genital contact driving Amanda into a frenzy.
"Ohhh... yes... just like that... fuck me... ahhh... fuck me... mmmh... fuck me to death... so good... ahhh..."
"I'm gonna cum... gonna shoot it all... deep inside... ahhh... you slut... does it feel good... fucking you to death..." Cain's mind was in turmoil, his Dual Cultivation technique advancing another level.
The surge of power within him caused his cock to swell even larger. The sudden expansion made Amanda feel as if her pussy was being torn apart, pushing her into another overwhelming climax.
After nearly a hundred more thrusts, Cain felt Amanda's vaginal walls clenching tightly around him, milking his cock like a vice. The stimulation sent electric jolts of pleasure through him, and he could no longer hold back.
Grabbing Amanda's hips, he buried his cock deep inside her, unleashing thick ropes of cum directly into her womb. Amanda collapsed onto the table like a limp rag, panting heavily—completely conquered once again.
There was no condom to block the flow. Cain's seed pumped into her in waves, filling her completely.
The semen of this man was now flooding the womb of a Western woman, the forceful ejaculation even reaching her cervix—preparing for a potential cross-racial fertilization!
By the time Cain finished unloading inside her, the game inside had also reached its conclusion.
One by one, the participants had died from their own paranoia and greed. Someone had crawled into the incinerator to retrieve the antidote but, ignoring the rules, greedily grabbed two vials instead of one. As a result, the entrance sealed shut, trapping and burning them alive.
Among the players, someone had deciphered the hidden message—numbers written on their bodies that, when arranged correctly, would unlock the safety latch.
This revelation led to a bloodbath, with the survivors turning on each other.
Every death was caused by selfishness and greed. Those still alive were also nearing their end, as the slow-acting poison had a two-hour limit.
Cain had fucked Amanda for a full hour and a half before finally unloading a massive, potent load inside her.
So much cum had been pumped into her that Amanda's belly slightly bulged. Instead of pulling out, Cain kept his cock buried inside, lighting a cigarette while still lodged deep.
His still-hard shaft pressed against her cervix, sealing her pussy shut to prevent any of his seed from leaking out.
As for whether she would get pregnant—that wasn't Cain's concern. His only goal was to impregnate her.
For Cain, ejaculating inside was the only real way to fuck. Pulling out was soulless.
And if he didn't knock a woman up, it was no different from paying for sex.
Amanda was still lost in a daze, the sensation of being filled beyond intoxicating.
She had never experienced such pleasure before—so addictive, so euphoric.
The powerful spurts of cum, wave after wave, had kept her floating on a cloud of ecstasy, completely losing track of time.
After about ten minutes, Cain finally pulled out. Amanda's pussy remained gaping, a mix of their fluids leaking out as the air filled with the scent of sex.
No semen spilled out—it had all been kept inside. Whether she would get pregnant was uncertain, but the chances were high.
Amanda hadn't yet recovered, lying sprawled on the table with her legs hanging off the edge.
Her body occasionally twitched from the lingering aftershocks of her orgasms, still lost in the indescribable pleasure.