Feng Vs. Midara Stage Magician

With the go-ahead, Feng undid his pants and stuck his manhood into the machine, preparing for the inventor to start it up.

The machine started. It's silicone interior stroking and squeezing his length with mechanical precision. It felt amazing. Filling the swords an with a forceful, overbearing pleasure that left him desperate for more.

Once again, Feng was left curious. While this did feel amazing, drawing quite a few moans from the swordsman, what were they testing exactly? Something that squeezed and stroked couldn’t be that complicated, right?

It seemed uncomplicated at first, but then the interior of the device started shifting. Changing shape and direction in order to hit Feng's most sensitive spot and take the pleasure even higher.

The sudden shift got an even louder moan from the swordsman as his legs began to quiver. Feng had to hold onto the machine for support otherwise he’d collapse, pulling his hips away from the device and ruining the test, something a lab assistant like him would never do.

"It seems to be working as intended. What do you say Feng." The inventor said with a teasing smile. The machine speeding up and melting the swordsman with molten lust.

Feng had thought the shifting was all the adjustments the machine was going to make, so the increase in speed was an even bigger surprise. “I-It’s working great!” Feng moaned as his hips buckled against the machine as it milked him with mechanical perfection.

"Well don't just say it. Show it. Give it a load." The inventory told him. Encouraging her horny assistant to indulge.

Feng was already on the edge, and even without his boss’s encouragement, the machine would have drawn a load out of him. Feng wasn’t given a second to bask in the afterglow of his climax as the machine continued it work its magic, and its not like he could just pull out. As the inventor’s faithful assistant, he had to keep his manhood in the device until she turned it off.

"I'm sure you've got another one in you. Let me show you what the device can really do." The inventor said. A sadistic smile on her lips as she hit a button and the machine shifted and sped up again.

Femg tried to protest as the current speed was already overwhelming during his afterglow, but the inventor turned up the speed already, so all that came out of his mouth were moans. Even though he had just climaxed, with the nonstop, hyper aggressive stimulation of the machine, Feng could feel another building up quickly.

The device kept going. It's relentless precision milking him as only a machine could.

In a matter of what felt like moments, and what realistically could have been moments with just how fast the device was going, Feng was unable to bear it any longer and released another load into the hyper speed milking machine.

The inventor turned off the machine with an approving nod. "We'll mark that one down as a success." She said to her panting assistant. It was currently hard for Feng to even stay standing under his own power, much less respond.

Even with her turning off the machine, Fang didn’t pull out yet. He needed a moment to catch his breath, steady his legs, and recover some energy. He can just hope this is the most taxing invention she has, or he is in for some trouble.

Irene brought the exhausted swordsman a chair. Giving him a chance to sit and recover as the inventor set up a complicated device with a big crystal at the top.

Feng graciously accepted the chair to rest on while the inventor set up her next contraption. Perhaps he had bite off more than he could chew with choosing her as one of the participants, but even if he had, there’s nothing he could do about it now.

"Ready for the next test?" The inventor asked him after a few minutes had passed.

“Yes. Yes I am,” Feng replied as he stood up from the chair. “Thank you for letting me recover,” He continued, thanking his boss for the day.

"This device is special. If I built it right it should allow one person to temporarily duplicate. Making as many as 5 copies of a person for up to twenty minutes." She said as the machine whirred to life.

Compared to the previous invention, this one seemed quite interesting on the surface. “So how do we use this? Is there a somewhere I need to stand for the effect to happen?” Feng asked, assuming that he’d be the target once again.

"Yes. You would need to stand right there." The inventor explained, pointing to a specific spot on the stage. "Ideally we'll want to perform two experiments so you can feel it's effects from both sides. But you can go stand there for now." His temporary boss told him.

He wasn’t really sure what she meant by feeling its effect from both sides, but figured she knew what she meant so it’d be fine. As he was instructed to, Feng made it over to the designated area on the stage.

There was a loud sound, a flash, and suddenly there were four Feng's all clustered together. Each one shocked to see the others as they processed what just happened.

Once the shock of seeing himself was gone, the Fengs went to make a comment to their boss, each realizing how difficult it would be if they all talked at once, seeing they weren’t absolutely going to say the same thing or use the same wording. With a brief pause and pointing at each other until one Feng was decided to be the talker, he said, “It certainly works. Do we wait the 20 minutes now or are there some tests you need to run on us?”