Combat Sex
Squuuueeeze!
[Po-! Popo!]
I thrust my cock in once more.
I gritted my teeth, channeling every last ounce of strength into my hips.
The Hachishakusama's massive body shook in time with my movements, and she used the recoil to take even more of me inside her.
In the process, her huge breasts squished beautifully against the floor.
But I had no time to savor that lewd, overwhelming sight.
I'm gonna die.
Like the saying that even the most fun hobby gets boring when it turns into work.
I never imagined sex could shift from pure pleasure to agonizing labor.
Still, I clenched my teeth and kept shaking my hips. If I didn't, who knew what this unknown monster might do to me.
Her thoughts mentioned turning me into her living cumdump, but what if I reached the end of my usefulness? My body not being able to keep up with her demands or some other problem cropping up that made me unable to satisfy her. What then?
So I pistoned my hips like a madman.
[Po, popo...?]
But limits came eventually.
As another ejaculation left my cock limp, the Hachishakusama's unmoving eyebrows twitched faintly.
A hint of disappointment flickered in her empty eyes as golden light slowly began to glow there.
So...
Pomen...! Arva! Noa-! Give me strength!
I recalled the bodies of the ECHOs I'd secretly glimpsed during my life at the Ark.
Arva's firm thighs, Noa's voluptuous breasts, and Pomen's seductive allure that could bewitch any man.
I mashed their images together in my mind, forcibly reigniting my fading lust. And I got hard again.
"Hngh! Hn! Uuunggh!"
[Poo! Po! Poooot!]
I'm dying.
All the blood in my body felt like it rushed to my lower half and evaporated.
Right now, it wasn't even thick semen anymore— just thin precum barely leaking out.
Even so, I gripped the Hachishakusama's ass and slammed my hips upward, aiming to bury myself to the very edge of her womb.
Then I blacked out and collapsed.
"......"
I woke again in the familiar rundown motel room.
The Hachishakusama seemed to have gone back inside the TV, as I saw no sign of her.
"...Huh?"
As I came to and sat up, a cold, hard metallic feel hit my hand.
It was the White Tiger.
I hadn't seen it when I searched the room after waking last time.
"What is this? A reward for the satisfying sex?"
The moment I stood.
"Ugh?!"
A scream burst from my mouth involuntarily.
My inner thighs screamed like I'd tortured my lower body for hours at the gym.
People joked online about sex diets or sex workouts, but damn, it was actually real.
"Fuck..."
Groaning through the bone-splitting agony, I wobbled around the room on shaky legs.
Looking for an exit, just in case.
But I found nothing. As expected.
"It gave me a gun but not the damn key."
The door wouldn't budge; the same for the window.
I considered shooting the glass with the White Tiger but held off.
A window unscratched by my mechanical arm smashing it wouldn't shatter from bullets. And if the noise summoned the Hachishakusama?
This time, my body would end up a withered mummy for sure.
"...Haa."
Finally giving up, I slumped on the bed. That's when I spotted a note stuck to the corner of the TV.
[Po.]
"What the hell does that mean?"
Obviously, I couldn't read it.
I nearly crumpled and tossed the note, but unfolded it carefully and sprawled out on the bed instead.
"Krrgh-!"
Just that little movement made every muscle in my body scream in protest.
My thighs throbbed like they weren't mine.
This is why sex is... a dangerous workout.
"No way I'm seriously gonna get drained dry and die like this..."
I was prepared for death.
But realizing my fate might be death by extreme exhaustion lit up my survival instincts— I had to escape somehow.
"......"
Then I remembered the cold metal around my neck.
The Legendary Commander's compass.
Or the Money Compass as it is known by the players.
My last hope in this bizarre world, a special artifact.
Maybe this can help me find an escape route?
With faint hope, I fiddled with the Money Compass. A familiar blue hologram popped up before my eyes.
⚔ STATUS ⚔
💰Acquired: 200C
📋Acquisition History: Anomaly - Hachishakusama (Combat Participation Reward)
⚔ STATUS ⚔
💰Acquired: 9900C
📋Acquisition History: Anomaly - Hachishakusama (Interaction Reward)
"...What the hell."
Two rewards for the same Hachishakusama.
One for combat participation, one for interaction.
The cash difference was so stark that it literally fell in the category of a game-breaking bug.
"200C for fighting alongside Arva... and 9900C for the sex?"
What?
Am I only worth 9900 bucks?
The messages didn't stop there.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
You can spend 2500C to view entity interaction info.
Entity interaction?
Info on the Hachishakusama?
I hesitated briefly, then spent the cash.
Unfamiliar, never-before-seen information instantly appeared before my eyes.
⚔ ENTITY INFO ⚔
👤Target: Hachishakusama
📊Status: Satisfied / Asleep
❤️Satisfaction: 82%
💋Craving Level: 32%
📝Special Notes: Target's craving is low.
High satisfaction reduces craving.
"...82%?"
A bit underwhelming.
It felt like a verdict saying my sex technique was only this good. My pride was slightly wounded.
I had pounded her with such madness that even an ECHO like Pomen would have passed out from ecstasy.
"Or not maybe?"
What if Pomen was just faking it?
That'd hurt too. Guess I needed some real sex lessons.
Anyway, I got the gist. I had to boost the Anomaly’s satisfaction rate to lower her craving.
So I checked the detailed logs.
"...Insane."
Every act with the Hachishakusama was logged raw as data.
It was like porn stats. Which positions spiked satisfaction, which plays tanked craving, even which of my emotions fed her best— all graphed and numbered.
It was utterly ridiculous but valuable information nonetheless for my current situation.
Essential for escaping this place.
"...Missionary barely registered."
Her blank face and unmoving eyes gave nothing away.
"Likes intense blowjobs and doggy? Satisfaction peaks in these two categories. First act tanked craving big— what was it? Oh, tit-slapping?! She loved that?"
Sprawled on the bed, I planned the optimal build for the next sex session.
Max her satisfaction, min craving, prove I'm no sex slave, then escape.
If that was even possible, that is.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
The Hachishakusama started crawling out of the TV again.
But this time, I moved first.
[Po-! Popopopo!!!]
Before her waist emerged, I rushed to the TV and yanked her freshly protruding head by the hair.
Then I shoved my rock-hard heavenly rod into her mouth, hard and deep.
Money Compass data said intense fellatio exploded her satisfaction.
First... buy time with this.
Blowjobs are easy for guys.
Just stand there, thrust your hips a bit.
I rammed my cock into her jaw as if it might unhinge.
"Kgh...!"
Of course, enduring her otherworldly tongue was pure willpower on my part.
The insane sensation wrapping, squeezing, and licking my cock made my brain spin.
But I endured the melting pleasure and checked her satisfaction rate.
82, 85, 87%...
Climbing steeply as expected.
The problem was that the craving level, which I needed to lower, was rising along with it.
This won’t do.
I pulled out, grabbed her hands, and fully dragged her from the TV.
[Poo? Popopopo.]
My fearless aggression shifted her voice's nuance.
A mix of submission and faint anticipation.
But too focused on satisfying her, I missed the subtlety.
[Pooooohhh!]
With a loud slap noise, I smacked her huge ass hard enough to echo, grabbed her waist, and plunged in from behind.
At the same time, I scooped her massive tits from the floor and yanked her nipples hard, scraping them with my nails.
It was the combo suggested by the Money Compass— tit-slapping and doggystyle sex.
[Poht! Popopopo!]
It was way different from the previous sex.
Each thrust drew sticky, sweet moans from her.
Fuck—!
My thighs still ached, but I slammed upward wildly.
The effects were immediate.
⚔ STATUS UPDATE ⚔
❤️Satisfaction: 92% (+5)
💋Craving: 22% (-16)
Squelching sounds and pleasure sparks shot from my hips to my brain.
Dozens of folds gripped, twisted, and milked me fiercely for my cum.
But I endured and kept thrusting.
Once, twice...
I filled her insides with my semen. Each time, her cravings plummeted.
⚔ STATUS UPDATE ⚔
❤️Satisfaction: 99%
Soon, just 1% was left.
Grinding my teeth, I gathered all my remaining strength and stabbed into her womb's entrance, unloading everything inside.
"Kruuuugh...!"
[Pooooooook!]
The Hachishakusama let out a long, deep, satisfied moan.
Slurp…
She turned, extending her long tongue like she wanted a kiss.
I accepted it, patting her cheeks smack-smack in praise.
"That felt good, didn't it, you bitch?"
I'm not one to treat women rough, but this raised her satisfaction so I had no choice.
I kneaded her huge tits freely, toyed with her nipples while our tongues tangled.
How much time passed like that?
Her body dissolved into black smoke from her toes, sucked back into the TV.
Once gone, the oppressive aura and sweet scent vanished like a lie.
"...No way?"
I headed straight to the window.
And with my mechanical prosthetic, I gave the window a light tap.
Crash!
"...Huh?"
The glass I'd smashed full-force before shattered easily now with just a tap. Even the door opened without effort.
"......"
It was the perfect chance to escape this place.
After a moment's thought, I grabbed the Po note from the corner and wrote on the back.
[Satisfied you, right? If you don't harm me and obey, I'll satisfy you again next time. No other essence sources here, right? Let's help each other out.]
I stuck it dead center on the TV screen and headed for the door without hesitation.
I grabbed the White Tiger on the way.
Zombies might be out there— I needed to stay cautious.
In the now-silent room after I left.
The powered-off old TV screen crackled, a long pale hand piercing through.
The eerie hand snatched the note from the center.
[Popopo...]
Moments later, an eerie laugh echoed through the room.