From Hospitalization to Discharge: Those Days (2)
One more time, just one more time — it went on like that until visiting hours were nearly over, and only when evening rolled around was I finally satisfied.
Well, naturally. I'd cum down Hoaran's throat more than twenty times.
"Th-then... this one shall take her leave now."
"Ah, hold on a second."
"Wh-what is it now? Could it be... something else is on this one's face again...?"
When I grabbed her again, Hoaran started patting her cheeks, checking for traces, and I shook my head.
"No, it's not that this time, so don't worry. I just wanted to say take care getting home."
"...So you were teasing this one."
Realizing I'd played a joke on her, Hoaran puffed out her cheeks and pinched mine, hard.
"Ow—!"
That fucking hurt!
"A child who mocks his mother shall amount to nothing...!"
"I'm sorry...!"
My cheek felt like it was about to tear clean off. I wished she'd let up a little.
And so —
"In any case... this one shall be off now. However much you suffer, endure until the day after tomorrow, when this one comes again."
Hoaran looked down at me, her eyes full of pity.
"Ah, yes. Get home safe."
Unable to bear meeting that gaze of hers, I averted my eyes slightly as I saw her out.
The next day, after breakfast, I idly browsed Yanetja and Mammathong, catching up on how the world was doing these days.
Most of it was people talking about whatever they wanted to talk about, as if the world going to shit over terrorism or whatever had nothing to do with them — but if you dug around, you could get a rough sense of what had been happening lately.
For example, apparently Milky Way — the beverage made from extracted semen for the species that consumed the stuff as food, succubi among them — had gotten worse tasting recently.
Huh. That stuff actually tasted good?
Given what the ingredients were, I hadn't given it a second glance since finding out what it was, so I had no idea.
Anyway, scrolling through the comments, I saw people insisting it had always tasted bad, or saying they'd rather just buy the cheapest Dispenser on the market than drink that stuff.
With so many replies like that, the original poster, clearly feeling wronged, fired back.
Of course, not many people seemed to be coming to the poster's defense, no matter how wronged they felt.
But it wasn't completely absent, apparently — a few people did agree with the original poster.
The only common thread was that a handful of them, living in the Peninsula region — the same region I lived in — claimed that Milky Way had gotten really good recently before suddenly going bad. Most people just dismissed it all as nonsense: never happened to them, stop talking shit, and so on.
"Huh, come to think of it, I haven't been to the extraction center in a while."
Ever since I got my new Body Checker — or rather, ever since the system changed to an exclusive booking system limited to top-tier Dispensers — clients came rolling in on their own, so there was no longer any need to get drained at the extraction center.
Back when I was only taking one or two clients a day, my daily routine had been getting milked dry at the extraction center anyway, since whatever I lost would recover by the next morning. None of that was necessary anymore.
Could it be, though... that Milky Way tasting bad was my fault? Then again, how much volume would it take for the taste to actually change? The essence was extracted from the semen of hundreds of Dispensers besides me, so whatever I produced was a genuine drop in the bucket.
Aside from that, I skimmed a few other posts, but here too it was the usual — people advertising their sexual appetites in every direction about which Dispenser dick tasted good or what length was best — so I moved on and opened Yanetja, the community exclusive to Dispensers.
And right away, a post pinned to the main page caught my eye.
Going by the title alone, it looked like nothing more than a bait post full of shock images — but it was sitting on the main page, so apparently that wasn't the case.
Still, just in case, I kept my finger hovering over the back button and tapped into the post. Sure enough, it contained genuinely god-tier information.
I scrolled through the comments, but it was the usual Yanetja — nothing but lewd banter and trash talk about non-human clients.
Still...
"No, fuck. The Peninsula region again."
And the 3rd Branch, no less — the one I belonged to.
It was so fucking unfair. Of all times, they were running this right now, while I was hospitalized and couldn't leave.
It was only once per customer, sure, but a million won was more than what I'd make nutting three times for most clients.
While everyone else outside was feasting on the jackpot, I was stuck here killing time with nothing to do. It drove me up the wall.
"Unbelievable, seriously..."
Just as I was wondering when on earth I'd be able to get out —
"...Why are you cursing up a storm first thing in the morning?"
The door slid open with a rattle, and Lilith walked in.
"Ah, hello."
Earlier than expected.
"So? What's got you like that?"
She plopped down beside my bed and cocked her head, asking. I wondered what she meant for a moment, then realized she was asking why I'd been swearing since breakfast.
It wasn't anything major, so I gave her a vague answer.
"I was just wondering when I'd be able to get out of here."
"Ah, that... probably tomorrow, I'd say?"
"Really?"
Welcome news, as I listened.
If I could be discharged tomorrow, then maybe I too could feast on that million-per-load jackpot.
But when I'd asked her yesterday, she hadn't said a word, and now suddenly I could leave? I asked Lilith about it.
"But why so suddenly?"
"Well, squeezing you for information hasn't turned up anything worth keeping you for, and honestly you're too healthy to justify keeping hospitalized. Holding you here with zero justification was only ever going to last so long."
Is that how it was?
If anything, I'd have thought the fact that I didn't have a single injury would make her hold me longer precisely because it was suspicious.
While I was mulling that over, Lilith spoke up.
"Of course, it also helps that I put the pressure on from my end."
Ah, so that was it.
But still...
"Is that okay, though?"
Our relationship was supposed to be a secret. Seeing my expression, Lilith replied.
"Maybe not back in the day, but things are different now. Believe it or not, you're one of only ten top-tier Dispensers in the branch I personally manage? Setting aside our relationship, as the branch chief responsible for the Dispensers, you're a genuinely valuable asset right now. Who's going to say anything about me holding onto an asset like you for a little while?"
Ah.
Now I got it.
Lilith — in her capacity as branch chief managing the Dispensers and as head of the agency overseeing all Dispenser affairs — had been putting pressure on that security-whatever agency Han Yujin belonged to.
Different jurisdiction or not, they were both under the World Government, and she was the head of an agency even if unofficially — plus, as one of the Twenty-Two Heroes who'd founded the World Government in the first place, Lilith squeezing them relentlessly would make it hard to hold out.
Bluntly put, even the highest officials of the current World Government — the Supreme Councillors, twenty-two seats that existed solely to honor the number of the Twenty-Two Heroes — weren't in any position to talk big in front of Lilith.
Anyway, the upshot was that with my value as a Dispenser having risen, Lilith now had ample political justification to protect me.
Granted, they still couldn't openly come after me.
But hey, this much was something.
Then again, it wasn't like I'd experience this kind of situation often, so it was hard to really feel it.
I decided to just take the win. A good thing is a good thing.
"Anyway... more importantly... how's that doing?"
"Hm?"
When I echoed her question back, Lilith furrowed her brow and pointed at my crotch with her chin.
My cock, which Hoaran had milked over twenty times yesterday, was standing at full attention this fine morning.
Once hard, thanks to some quirk of my satyr blood, it stayed hard for hours unless I came — and there it was.
"...I'm asking how that thing's doing."
Well...
It had been ages since I'd had sex, so I was dying for it, but separately from that, my urges were always being relieved somehow, so I could just barely manage?
And by Lilith's account, I'd be out of here tomorrow, so there was nothing I couldn't endure until then.
Even so...
"It's rough... but I'll manage somehow."
I said it sounding like I was forcing myself to act tough.
And I had good reason: past experience had taught me that Lilith was far weaker to this kind of thing than anyone would guess.
How should I put it — she grumbles, but she takes good care of you.
Especially since I'd discovered a while back that if you acted worn down or weak, Lilith doted on you relentlessly.
On my first day hospitalized, when I woke from unconsciousness and she asked how my body was, whether I needed anything, I played crazy and asked her to give me a blowjob. She laid into me — what kind of lunatic says that the second he wakes up — but she did it anyway, exactly as I'd asked.
Anyway, things had been like this ever since.
When Hoaran visited, Hoaran handled it.
When Lilith visited, Lilith handled it.
So anyway.
Watching Lilith's face scrunch up at my words, I said it again.
"I only have to hold out one more day, after all... so you really don't need to worry about it..."
The more I said it, acting exhausted and suffering, the harder her expression twisted. And then Lilith spoke.
"I milked you dry the day before yesterday, and you're still going on about this?"
"That was the day before yesterday, though."
Truthfully, it wasn't just the day before yesterday — Hoaran had drained me plenty yesterday too.
But if I said that out loud, Lilith's hand would surely split my skull in half.
Even if I somehow survived her hands, wouldn't Hoaran then grill me to a crisp?
But that was a problem for later. The rule was simple: don't get caught. If I did get caught, that was future-me's business to sort out — present-me didn't need to worry about it.
"...You really are a perverted little bastard. Is holding out one day seriously that hard?"
For the record, I had never once held out a day in my life. I just nodded.
Seeing that, Lilith let out a long sigh and opened her mouth.
"Seriously... fine, you win. I'll use my hand, so drop your pants..."
Watching her say it, I pushed my luck.
"Make it a blowjob this time—"
Lilith's glare shot through me, and I shut my mouth.
"...Don't push it. I'll go right back to not helping at all, hand included."
"Yes ma'am. Sorry."
After apologizing, I hurriedly pulled my pants down, and my erection sprang up, proud and tall.
Swish — Lilith's hand wrapped around my cock.
"Ohh..."
"Don't make weird noises."
"But..."
It feels good.
Succubi really were a broken species.
Just wrapping a hand around a cock felt this amazing — how could that not be cheating?
And as she ran her hand slowly up and down my length, it was genuinely overwhelming.
Granted, with a 500-times-multiplied vibration stacked on top of this, no wonder I couldn't last even a few seconds.
How long could I hold out at this level, I wondered...?
Well, more important than that, I decided to just enjoy Lilith's hand service.
"Mommy Lilith's handjobs are the best..."
"...Cut the crap and just cum already. And how many times have I told you not to call me Mommy?"
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap♡
At my words, Lilith's face contorted, and her hand flew faster up and down my shaft. The urge to cum surged up almost instantly.
"Hey, slow down a little."
One load wouldn't even make a dent — couldn't she let me enjoy it a bit?
"Shut up."
Completely ignoring my complaint, she stroked even faster.
"Nngh...!"
In the end, I couldn't hold it — and just as I was about to blow, Lilith's hand clamped down hard around the base of my cock, squeezing it shut.
My cum, blocked right at the edge of release, couldn't come out.
"Hey."
What gives?
Let me cum.
I shot Lilith a look full of that thought, and she turned her head away.
What was that about? Did I push it too far?
Was that why?
As I wondered, Lilith — still with her head turned away from me — spoke.
"...If it sprays all over the bedding, it's a pain to clean up later. That's all. Don't read into it."
You could clean it with a snap of your fingers, though. I thought it, but —
Watching Lilith slowly bring her lips to my cock, I decided to just shut up and behave.
"Chuuuup...♡"
Lilith's lips wrapped around me.
My cock, given permission at last, pulsed against her mouth like it had lost its mind, begging to cum right now.
And then, as if granting my cock its release, the moment Lilith let go of her grip —
Spuuuuurt...♡
Having been held back, the cum erupted even more violently, and I watched Lilith gulp it down, gulp, gulp.
"Oh... oh..."
Shiver by shiver, as Lilith drained my cum, strength poured out of my body while pleasure ran straight down my spine.
Succubus.
A demoness.
A species that drank life force along with semen.
And not just any succubus — Lilith, their queen, powerful enough to bear the title of Empress, was gulping down my cum. What could I do?
"Sluuuurp...♡"
Determined not to leave a single drop behind, Lilith sucked at my tip before pulling her lips away — and turned to me, while I was floating in that pleasant, boneless exhaustion, like I'd just nutted four or five times at once.
"...Feeling a bit better now?"
"Nope. Not at all."
"...Seriously, what am I going to do with you, you insane pervert?"
What are you going to do? Well...
"Keep going, obviously?"
It felt like I'd blown four or five loads at once, but that was only four or five.
At this point, that much was nothing.
Not just me — my cock agreed.
My cock, still nuzzling up against her, made Lilith sigh and grab it again.
"...I'm only doing this because I have no choice. Remember that."
As her hand service started up again, slow and smooth, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
Should I stay hospitalized a few more days?
If I shoved myself somewhere and got hurt, surely another day or two in the hospital would be fine, right?
No...
Any wound that minor would heal the instant I got hard anyway, so there was no point.
What a shame.
"...What are you thinking about so hard?"
Asked by Lilith, who was watching me as she stroked me up and down, I replied.
"Nothing at all. Actually, I wanna cum again."
"What? Already? Seriously?"
"Nngh... c-cumming...! Right now, gonna spray it all...!"
Lilith stared at me with an expression that said why are you so fast this time?, and I shuddered as I said it.
"You lunatic, hold it in—!"
Gripping my cock tight to stop it from firing, Lilith dove back down onto it with her mouth — and I saw her release her grip on my shaft.
But even so, my cock didn't cum, and Lilith, looking puzzled, flicked her tongue at my tip, and I said:
"Actually, I was fine."
I just lied because I wanted a blowjob from Lilith.
She was going to suck me off when it was time to finish anyway, so she might as well have done it from the start, right?
"Anyway, we're here now, so just keep sucking until I c—"
CRACK. Lilith's tail whipped around and slammed into my side, curling around it and squeezing.
It hurt like absolute hell.