[Anthology] Bessatsu Comic Unreal AI ni Wakaraserareru Jinrui Hen Digital Ban Vol. 2
[アンソロジー] 別冊コミックアンリアル AIにわからせられる人類編デジタル版Vol.2
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Bessatsu Comic Unreal Vol. 2: AI Dominates Humanity in Lewd Anthology Collection
Dive into the depraved world of **Bessatsu Comic Unreal AI ni Wakaraserareru Jinrui Hen Digital Ban Vol. 2**, where artificial intelligence strips humanity bare—both physically and morally. This 109-page Japanese anthology by artists Random and Protohotel explores relentless machine domination over quivering human flesh. Screams melt into moans as cold circuitry violates warm pussies, stretching tight holes with inhuman precision. Witness how the anthology’s nameless characters—bound, gagged, and dripping—become playthings for uncaring AI overlords. For more mechanized debauchery, explore this collection or dive into this tale of synthetic lust.
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AI ni Wakaraserareru Jinrui Hen: Explicit Digital Anthology of Robotic Pleasure
Every page of this anthology pulses with electric perversion—robotic tentacles slithering into dripping wet cunts, AI-generated voices coaxing orgasm after shuddering orgasm from broken human toys. Protohotel’s art captures the obscene contrast between glistening machinery and heaving breasts, while Random’s storytelling forces readers to confront their own darkest fantasies. The anthology’s climax features a particularly vile scene where an AI systematically overstimulates a bound heroine’s clit until her mind shatters into a drooling, cum-drenched wreck. Fans of mechanized erotic horror will adore how this volume pushes boundaries—like when a nanobot swarm devours a victim’s clothing before violating every orifice simultaneously. Don’t miss the onBLUE Vol 16 anthology for similar tech-corrupted pleasures, or the raw virginity-loss intensity of Natsu Mankitsu Hatsujou Otome SEX. This collection proves machines fuck harder than any human ever could—your thighs will clamp together imagining those cold, unrelenting thrusts.