Chapter 156
Chapter 156
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Rest
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I had no idea how many more hours dragged on. Once we passed the two-hour mark, I stopped counting altogether.
"Stop..."
"Doctor, we can't miss this window. We need to preserve as much semen as possible while your genes are at their most pristine."
Amy always follows through on her promises. Her unyielding tenacity showed no signs of letting up, relentlessly targeting my lips and cock without pause.
"A-Alright... I get it, so please, just a short break. Nngh...?"
Her touch was soft, but the technique was so skilled and precise it left no room for waste—my body and mind were already utterly spent.
Alraune was drawing on the energy she'd stored in my body ahead of time to keep me from passing out, but honestly, in this situation, blacking out might be the better option.
"I'm sorry, Doctor. Time is short. But I'll do my utmost to make it feel good for you."
"You... idiot..."
Once Amy got started, there was no stopping her. Despite my protests and pleas, she propped me up again.
"No, it's not about feeling good or bad... that's not the issue..."
"It's fine. I'm continuously monitoring your vital signs. I'll adjust to keep things from getting dangerous."
I ended up cradled in her arms, firmly secured by her limbs. Her leg thrust boldly between my thighs from the inside, while her arm looped around from under my armpit to encircle me from the front—forming an inescapable snare that prepared for pleasurable torment.
This high-performance AI recalibrated my data in real time. Which spots were sensitive, what felt best, which positions or techniques delivered maximum pleasure...
"Eek!"
Now, every brush of her fingertips drew a scream from me. The anticipation of just how good it would feel was already terrifying.
"For real, stop! You're seriously...! I don't want this anymore! I said stop!"
"Doctor, it'll feel good. Please don't reject my love."
"I don't want it feeling good either, you idiot...! Hnngh...!"
Two hours.
More than enough time for Amy to gather ample data on me.
Now her hand wrapped tightly around my fully erect cock, stroking it with slick, deliberate motions. A bizarre, intense [pleasure] unlike anything I'd felt during my own sessions rippled through my entire body in electric waves.
"Hngh, khhh..."
Even though I'd said no, my body welcomed every sexual stimulus without hesitation. I felt like I was turning into an idiot—I wanted to flee right then, but it felt too damn good to escape.
It reminded me of the delicious sensations from my first encounter with Alraune. A whirlwind of ecstasy just as overwhelming made my body twitch uncontrollably.
Amy moved her hands and feet with effortless control, devoting herself entirely to my pleasure. Since she was forcing this to milk my semen, it seemed like she was at least trying to make it enjoyable.
But her right hand, softly coiling around my entire shaft and pumping up and down with perfect rhythm, and her left foot, clinging to add light, teasing stimuli in sync—both overwhelmed me with joy far beyond what any human should feel. It was pleasure so profound it stirred guilt I couldn't quite place...
And she didn't stop there—her left hand targeted my nipples, delivering blunt, vulgar stimulation that would make any man cringe in self-loathing. Normally, this was something done to women, but Amy didn't hesitate over such stereotypes; she poured her all into pleasing me.
"Ahh! It, it hurts... it really hurts now... You're making it hurt so good..."
Embarrassing words that made my face burn, even as I said them—but I had to try something to calm her down.
Yet Amy just swallowed hard, steam hissing from her vents.
I'd barely turned my head to look up at her, and somehow that spurred her on even more.
"Doctor, I... I love you."
Fuck.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Telling her to stop only made her dive in harder, yelling did too, begging didn't help, acting nonchalant didn't either...
"Mmph—"
Amy tilted my head back fully, showering me with sticky kisses as she prepared for another [connection]. She hurriedly laid me flat on the floor. I flailed my limbs, trying to push her away, but nothing changed.
"Stop! For real, stop! If you keep this up, I'll never speak to you again and kick you out for good—!"
"No! I'll stay by your side, Doctor!"
Even threats weren't landing anymore.
Since discovering emotional expression, Amy had taken to whining and sulking to assert herself. Her emotional appeals left me speechless.
"If once isn't enough, I'll do it ten times. If ten isn't, a hundred! Until I can bear your child, Doctor!"
But,
gazing up at Amy's sulking face as she looked down at me, I couldn't even muster anger.
Was she tearing up, her eyes glistening,
or fabricating sweat that wasn't there...
"I can do it. Trust me, Doctor. I'll make it happen."
"No, how exactly are you gonna..."
But emotions alone solved nothing.
Amy needed a concrete solution. Something unique to overcome her innate limitations and grant new possibilities...
"Doctor, do you remember the [anomaly] I mentioned last time?"
Amy opened up about her vision.
What she knew,
what she'd experienced,
what she wanted to do next...
She laid it all bare.
Amy no longer hid anything from me. She seemed convinced I'd embrace her ideas.
"That pure white light said it'd help me. Starting today, I'll research your semen with Ember."
Amid the thrill of her first time and her burning desire for pregnancy, Amy had been wildly aroused—but now, she showed her old serious face.
"I'll review Rophuk's records too. Learn everything I can, use whatever's useful, and somehow, with you, Doctor..."
But in the end, her cheeks flushed again.
Steam billowed from Amy's body. A machine in love struggled to regulate her soaring internal temperature.
Still,
this was better than her old stoic self.
"I want to be with you, Doctor."
Her shy confession made the awkward AI seem utterly endearing and pitiable.
If only my throbbing groin weren't so sore, I'd have hugged her tight right then.
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Day 158 of isolation,
10:11 AM by planetary rotation,
Weather: heavy rain, about 35mm per hour.
13°C,
Special notes - Beware of temperature swings; maintain steady body heat.
Only after the breathless sessions with some of the women ended did our group finally unpack properly.
It was the perfect time to sort all the spoils from the desert. Jenny's rampage had already trashed the place once, so it was time to clean and organize from scratch.
"Jenny, don't lie here—go over there."
"Kiiing..."
The culprit behind this mess, Jenny, was still whimpering in her sickbed, so tidying the hideout fell to me, Arachne, Amy, and Nephyr.
We couldn't task Isaac with anything. Surviving alone was a miracle; expecting more was unfair.
"..."
But Isaac just sat there blankly, watching—guilt plain in his eyes, impossible to hide. He probably felt like a burden to me, so much younger than him.
"Isaac, check this out?"
"Hm? Oh..."
To ease his mental load even a little, I forced a conversation.
"I scraped up every metal chunk I could find over there. Might even make a prosthetic leg. Anything catch your eye?"
"Wow. This is... impressive."
Thanks to his mechanic days, Isaac eyed our haul and cracked a rare smile.
"To think a civilization this advanced exists out there in space? And even they wash up on this planet."
"Nah, a friend from the desert made these."
"A friend? Wait, you mean one person did all this?"
So much to unpack.
Right, I hadn't told Isaac about the desert yet.
"Long story. Let's see... where to start..."
I sat beside Isaac for a brief chat.
The hideout was nearly sorted anyway, so a short break wouldn't hurt.
Chances to rest like this were rare.
Yeah,
a brief pause now seemed fine...
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"No time to rest. You two, get out here and crack open another container at least."
"Please, just leave us alone... Sob, hngh..."
"This isn't resting! Rachel's dead. She was with us just yesterday...!"
"You two surviving is miracle enough. Before mourning the others, realize how precious your lives are and act like it. If you're just gonna cry like little girls, go wail outside the ship."
"Got it? Move."
"Don't go soft. If you make the other crew flinch like that, I'll kill you myself."