121 Won’t I get pregnant? (1/2)
The two of them had cleaned up, now dressed and sitting on her sofa. Ben had already thought about how to respond so he smiled with confidence. ”Dont worry, you wont. I preserved my s.p.e.r.ms spiritual energy using an ancient shamanic technique”
Whos to say the Perverted Divine Alchemist isnt an ancient shaman?
At this unexpected answer, Annabelles eyebrows curved upwards. ”Ohhow long have you been a practicing shaman?”
Ben contemplated a few seconds over the best reply Sell it with confidence
He put on the self-assured face of an expert. ”Practicing? Oh, Im not a practicing S.e.m.e.n Shaman…”
A smirk spread on his face. ”Ive perfected it…”
Annabelles eyes lit up. ”Wowyou need to teach me sometime.” Anything spiritual was interesting to her.
”Oh, dont worryI will.” Ben had many lessons planned
In truth, he found Annabelle more than satisfactory. Not only is she s.e.xy, but she fills in the harem spot Ive been saving for a specific complex personality typebig tits blonde
As the two chatted more, Annabelle suggested painting Ben. She said she wanted to capture his essence, of which her perception had changed after they shared such an intimate experience. Since no one had ever painted him before, he agreed. Ben was also curious about what his essence was.
30 minutes later, he was gazing at a canvas of his essential nature. There, in the bottom left corner was a rendition of Ben, accurate in its depiction of his features to the most precise details. Annabelle was a talented artist. She possessed not only a firm grasp of color and shading but also the use of space. This last strength was on full display in this painting, with the remaining three-quarters of the canvas ill.u.s.trating Bens gigantic cartoon p.e.n.i.s
Annabelle nodded, satisfied with the painting. ”I call it Dragons Descent”
It was her best work yet
Ben wasnt sure whether to laugh or cry. The only thing he knew for certain was that it wasnt worth considering expressing the complex array of emotions in between those two extremes…
Although he wasnt sure what to think about the painting, he at least felt the name was appropriate. Dragon, huh? Yea, its breath can turn anything into molten smegma
While the depiction was flattering in a certain dimension, namely girth…it gave too much credit to his little brother. Although Ben used to be an Otaku, he didnt desire having a little brother who outshined him in every aspect, at least not until he intended to get isekaid…
Ben didnt appreciate Annabelle pigeonholing his essence into such a narrow box. If youre going to place my d*ck in a box, at least cut a hole in it
He glanced at her. ”You know, Im more than a p.e.n.i.s”
Ben didnt know how to respond, so he changed the subject. As the two continued conversing, he noticed that after taking her v.i.r.g.i.nity, Annabelles attitude toward him became even more open. Although shed never been anywhere close to reserved, she now spoke her mind with even less of a filter. It was like she was thinking out loud about all kinds of disconnected things.
Staring at the wall, Annabelles expression became ponderous. ”If we can achieve our dreams in reality, do you think we can achieve our reality in dreams?”
With no idea what she was getting at, Ben chose the route of positive affirmation. ”Sure”
Annabelle twiddled her fingers. ”Although they havent affected my mood in a long time, my dreams tend to be…dreary It would be nice if they could be more pleasant, like how today waswith you”
Ben put his arm around her. ”Im sure theyre not that bad. Tell me about them” He put his hand over hers. She probably has nightmares about giant spiders or something.