The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 134: [Infinite Stamina], When It’s Being [Infinite Stamina], Is Overpowered; So Let’s Call It a Tie!

Chapter 134: [Infinite Stamina], When It’s Being [Infinite Stamina], Is Overpowered; So Let’s Call It a Tie!

Instead of pulling away blushing, Isabelle softened further—body arching toward Claire, small breasts pressing against Claire’s through their tops, nipples dragging through fabric as they shifted.

She returned the kiss with equal hunger—tongue plunging deeper, sucking Claire’s tongue into her mouth, swirling around it in slow, possessive strokes, sharing thick strings of saliva that connected their lips even when they pulled back for air.

Okay, I’m so freaking dead.

I was going to cum any second now, and you can’t blame me for it.

However, I decided to--instead of accepting defeat and lying in my grave like a nice and obedient corpse--turn into a sore loser.

I raised Roselyn higher in my arms, muscles flexing as I lifted her small frame completely off the floor.

My fingers—still buried deep inside her—kept vibrating at that insane frequency, the buzz so intense it started to ache in my own joints, a low thrum traveling up my forearms like holding a live wire.

Her pussy clenched around the six fingers in frantic, irregular spasms, walls fluttering uselessly against the relentless motion, entrance stretched wide and slick, lips puffed and dark from the constant friction.

"Eh?! Wh... what are you planning now?!" she nagged, voice high and splintering.

Her legs thrashed in the air, bare feet kicking fruitlessly, thighs squeezing my waist in short, desperate bursts. "No fair! Allow my hand to hold your cock!"

Hmph. Without her magical enhancement, she was no stronger than a small puppy.

But before she could twist her body to reach down again, I leaned in fast—teeth catching the thin edge of her black crop top right at the neckline.

I bit down hard, fabric tearing with a sharp rip as I yanked my head back.

The material gave way in one violent pull, splitting down the front and peeling apart like paper.

Her breasts spilled free instantly—those small, pert hils that bounced once from the sudden release, dark skin gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat under the crystal light.

Those nipples... erect and pointing straight at my eyes like they were daring me.

Each one stood rigid, thick and dark brown, the tips swollen to the size of ripe berries, areolas puckered tight in a perfect circle around them.

The skin of her breasts was smooth, taut, the faint texture of tiny goosebumps rising from the cool air hitting her suddenly exposed chest.

The curves were subtle but flawless—gentle swells that rose higher than most fairies’, still petite enough to fit perfectly in my palms, yet firm and rounded, defying gravity with that natural lift.

They aligned perfectly with the rest of her body: toned stomach below, sturdy hips above, the whole frame compact and powerful, every inch screaming strength wrapped in soft, inviting skin.

"No, wait!" She threw one hand up toward my face, palm open like she could stop me. "If you do that now—"

Blah, blah, blah. I wasn’t listening.

I pressed my mouth to her right breast immediately, lips sealing over the warm soft flesh.

The softness hit me like the sweet scent of cake—yielding, plush flesh that gave under my tongue like warm mochi from Shishi-no-su, or fresh tofu fresh from the press: silky, dense, melting against my palate.

I sucked hard, drawing the entire areola into my mouth, tongue rolling slow circles around the stiff nipple.

The texture was incredible—high-class skin over a firm core, the erect bud dragging across my tongue like a hard pearl wrapped in satin.

I flicked it rapidly—tip to base, side to side—then flattened my tongue and lapped broad, wet strokes from underside to peak, tasting the faint salt of her sweat mixed with something sweeter, like lingering candy on warm skin.

Physics took over: suction pulled the breast deeper into my mouth, creating a soft vacuum that made the flesh swell slightly against my lips, nipple hardening even more as blood rushed to the tip.

When I used my teeth—gentle but firm—grabbing the nipple between incisors and tugging outward, stretching it slowly...

"I’m... cumming!!"

We both exploded.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist around my fingers—walls convulsing in powerful, rhythmic waves that finally broke through the overstimulation barrier.

A massive squirt erupted, hot and forceful, splashing across my shirt in a blanketing sheet of clear fluid that soaked through instantly, warm and heavy, dripping down my chest and stomach in rivers.

The liquid sprayed in rhythmic pulses—each contraction sending another jet arcing out around my wrists, pattering onto the floor in loud, wet slaps.

Her whole body seized—back arching violently, thighs quaking, toes curling in the air—then went completely limp in my arms, head lolling back, her golden braid swinging loose.

My own release hit at the same moment.

Cock untouched except by her earlier strokes, it throbbed once, then twice—then spurted hard, thick ropes of cum shooting upward in forceful arcs that landed across her stomach, her breasts, even catching the under of her chin.

The orgasm ripped through me in waves—balls tightening painfully, my penis pulsing with each pulse, essence spilling in hot, sticky bursts that cooled quickly on her dark skin.

Though, I did feel the familiar rush of weakness afterward, chest heaving, sweat dripping off my brow, legs trembling from holding her up.

But... I didn’t collapse.

Despite the heaving breaths, despite the sweat rolling down my back, despite the way my muscles screamed from the strain—I still felt like I could take on an entire tribe of women.

It appears that [Infinite Stamina] hummed through every fiber, steady and unbreakable.

Roselyn might have pushed me to the edge, but I hadn’t broken.

She slid down my body slowly, legs unfolding, and her feet finally touching the floor.

Then SHE crumpled—knees buckling, body folding forward until she knelt in the growing puddle of her own release.

Her head hung low, violet braid pooling on the wet wood, saliva still dribbling from her open mouth in thick, slow strings that stretched and snapped against her chin.

She later fell on her back, her pussy trembled visibly through the torn-open shorts—lips parted, entrance twitching in aftershocks, fresh beads of fluid welling up and dripping in slow plops.

She muttered something low and eldritchly horny—something like words, but also like moans, her voice was wrecked and distant, like she was speaking from somewhere far away.

Well, let’s just call it a tie. We both cheated, after all.

I looked up at the other girls on the bed.

They flinched—three sets of wide eyes locked on me, bodies frozen mid-breath.

Ah, maybe I scared them with what I just did to—

"B... Benjamin..." Isabelle’s voice came out small, trembling.

She reached for the hem of her shirt with shaky fingers.

Then slowly, she pulled it upward—fabric sliding over her stomach, past her ribs, over her breasts—until she peeled it off completely and let it drop to the mattress beside her.

Her bare chest rose and fell rapidly, small breasts exposed to the air, nipples already stiff and flushed from earlier teasing.

She cupped them in both hands—palms lifting the soft melons, thumbs brushing over the peaks—blushing so deeply her cheeks glowed.

"L-Let me make you feel good too..."

...Hehe. I still have work left to do, I suppose.