Elegg, she wasn’t just a N*kke; she’s a total ten-out-of-ten robo waifu, her curves is sexier than 1000cc H2.
Elegg stretched and made the Commander’s stunned by her beauty. “What’s the matter, Shikikan?” her voice like a turbocharged engine idling. “See something you like? Or are you just checking my specs for… optimal performance?” She knew. She absolutely knew she had him locked up like a premium loot box.
The Shikikan, sweating more than a guy wearing a winter coat in the middle of desert, tried to play it cool. “Just… admiring the view.” Smooth. Real smooth.
Elegg just laughed. She leaned in close, her gaze fixed at his belt buckle. “Oh, I see something worth admiring too, Commander. Looks like you’re packing some serious… artillery. Permission to inspect the barrel?”
With a wink that could melt a dry ice, her “blowing” technique was more powerful than a max-level ultimate ability, a turbo-charged, five-star, premium upgrade that made shikikan fell for Elegg more. He was a completely lost to the glorious, clank-clank queen.
This wasn’t just a beach episode; it was a full-blown director’s-cut OVA event. When his “magic sword” finally unleashed its ultimate spell, it was a full-on, internal creampie victory screen, a payload delivered directly to the target. The mission was, without a doubt, a spectacular success.
