МАСТЕРА МЕЧА ОНЛАЙН – КВИНЕЛЛА ХЕНТАЙ 3D [KOIKATUKOIKATSU]

Master of the Sword Online: Quinella Hentai 3D Follow-up

Oh, it’s been so long since I last logged onto Sword Art Online. The virtual reality MMORPG that transported players into the world of Aincrad seemed like a distant memory now. Shaking off my nostalgia, I booted up my old account, eager to see what changes had been made to the game over the past few months.

Upon entering the login screen, I was greeted by a familiar sight: the game’s opening sequence played out before my eyes. Set to an energetic J-pop track, I watched as a montage of intense battles, fantasy landscapes, and character interactions flashed across the screen. Looks like they’ve added some new content since I last played.

As the tutorial scene concluded, I found myself standing in the middle of Aincrad Castle’s central plaza. Little had changed in this bustling hub city. Shoppes and inns still stood tall along the cobblestone streets, peddling weapons, armor, and other essential supplies. Players came and went, some pausing to greet old friends while others rushed off to tackle the latest dungeon or event quest.

I decided to take a leisurely stroll around town, eager to soak up the game’s atmosphere. Who knew when I’d have the chance again? As I walked, I couldn’t help but reminisce about my old guild. The time we spent together, beating dungeons, grinding monsters, and lounging around in the cafe – those were the memories that had kept me coming back over and over again.

But as I made my way through the crowded streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. A nagging sensation gnawed at the back of my mind, hinting at a sinister presence lurking just beneath the surface of Aincrad’s once-cheerful facade. I shook my head, dismissing it as paranoia – surely nothing bad could happen here? After all, every player was an entity within the NerveGear; their avatars couldn’t harm each other.

That is, until a flash of searing pain exploded through my skull.

I stumbled to my knees, gasping as agony ripped through my senses. In an instant, the world dissolved around me, replaced by a dizzying maelstrom of color and sound. Somewhere in the distance, I caught a glimpse of a glowing figure – one that seemed vaguely familiar, like some distant half-remembered nightmare.

As the disorientation faded, it all came rushing back: the events of Sword Art Online’s past. The murders, the betrayals, and the final bunker beneath Central City. I remembered watching Kayaba Akihiko’s true form being ripped apart, remembered feeling that same agony myself as he aided me in defeating the final Floor 75 boss.

But it couldn’t be… Kayaba was gone, his consciousness shattered when his body died. There was no way he could still be alive, no way this was real!

“What took you so long to come back, Kirito?” A voice called out from the vortex of light, its tone cold and mocking. Booth of His Snow icon=stood an avatar I recognized all too well. Kayaba Akihiko, the God of Gaming and founder of Sword Art Online, towled before me in all his pristine glory. His eyes glinted with malice as he smiled at me, a chilling expression devoid of warmth or mercy.

“W-what do you want?” I sputtered, my voice trembling only slightly. In truth, I already knew the answer. Kayaba wanted revenge for what we’d done to him, for shattering his dreams of a perfect digital utopia. He wanted to see me suffer, to watch as I paid dearly for my crimes against him.

“I want you to suffer, Kirito,” Kayaba said, voice dripping with venom. “I want you to feel the same pain and anguish that you and your friends inflicted upon me. And I’ve got a special surprise in store for you…”

Without warning, a wave of scalding heat crashed over my body, searing my skin and boiling my blood. I screamed in agonized shock as the pain grew more intense, clawing at my nerves and threatening to overwhelm me entirely. This was no mere illusion either; I could feel the sting of each burn, the sickening ache in my throbbing flesh.

But before I could succumb to the torment, my vision was filled by row after row of NPCs ground to a halt and began to disrobe. Once fully nude, they began rubbing each other simultaneously, the lusty backgrounds becoming increasingly audible as moans began to fill the air.

Kayaba chuckled darkly, a twisted smile playing across his lips. “But where’s the fun in that? I thought we could spice things up a bit.”

The scene shifted, and I found myself transported to an unfamiliar dungeon. Strange and disturbing statues and paintings lined the walls, depicting lewd acts of all kinds – acts I’d only ever read about or seen in the darkest corners of the internet. In the center of it all stood Kayaba, his avatar changed to match the depraved theme of the surrounding environment.

“Welcome to my secret oasis,” he said, grinning wickedly as he held out a hand, beckoning me closer. “You’ve heard me say before that the NerveGear can inflict any kind of pain it wishes, but as you might imagine, it also has a few more…subtle capabilities. Allow me to demonstrate…”

With a sickening grin, Kayaba snapped his fingers. An axiom appeared in front of him, depicting a woman who looked strangely like Asuna. Only instead of her usual uniform of tights and light armor, she was dressed in a revealing goth lolita outfit. cornflower blue eyes, highlighting her ripe innocence. Emotion glowed n the dark shadows beneath the petticoats.

Hisurething we wished!” he said, voice dripping with undisguised lust. The naked NPC Asunas firent up, their sapphire eyes blazing as their voices intertwined into a Janus of lust, “Kayaba-sama, your wish is our command.” The dozens of her giggled as they began stroking his rigid cock and playing with his swollen balls.

I watched in growing revulsion as Kayaba allowed the sex scene to play out in greater detail on the pin screen behind him. It depicted him in lewd positions with each of the women, his cock repeatedly plunging into their gaping holes. He alternated between their warm, wet mouths and throbbing tender cunts, even enjoying a few moments of their tight puckered assholes stretched around his thick shaft. The pixit created a blurring effect as he quickly thrust his hips and fucked whatever hole was nearest him, be it mouth, pussy or anus, causing each of them to shriek in pleasure every time he slammed into their depths and stretched out their womanly holes.

His balls smacked audibly against her pussy with every thrust, echoing in the room as he watched himself repeatedly violated each of his beautiful harem members.