Dispenser (6)
Fundamentally, dispensers can't refuse a client's demands. Well, they could, but in practice, it was damn near impossible.
First off, the sheer difference in physical strength.
Sure, there were orcs and other races mixed in, but most dispensers were human. Meanwhile, the clients—the non-humans—could steam and eat those humans for breakfast without breaking a sweat.
Even if refusal was technically allowed, that power gap made it the first reason it was damn near impossible.
Second, the dispenser's position. We were basically independent contractors.
Our bodies were the product, and we hustled them for cash. Sure, you could get by just selling semen without full service.
But that paid way less, no question.
Plus, most dispensers were humans who'd been backed into a corner until they ended up here. You think they'd turn down money? That was reason number two.
Third...
The non-humans around me.
All of them were drop-dead gorgeous.
Take Eileya—even if she swapped her arm for a massive wolf paw, it'd just look like a beautiful woman with a big wolf paw attached.
A stunner with wolf ears and a tail, no less. That fluffy, jiggly tail swaying from her plump ass? Only those who see it with their own eyes know the allure.
Mumungmumung was the same. As a slime, her liquid-like body was always slick and wet. My left arm, wrapped in her breasts, was soaked through, but it didn't feel bad at all.
If anything, the sensation was oddly addictive—more pleasant than gross. What would it feel like to shove my dick into a slime like that? Always wet, sticky, viscous pussy?
Slimes couldn't wear clothes anyway. There were slime-compatible outfits, but most avoided them. So Mumungmumung was buck naked.
Meaning I had a woman whose entire body was basically a fuckable hole right next to me, ready anytime.
Honestly, that might've been the biggest factor.
Stunning beauties you couldn't touch normally, willing to pay top dollar to fuck you? Few guys could say no.
And that's why clueless newbie dispensers always overdo it, wreck themselves, and end up in the hospital.
But not me.
Lilith had already warned me, and I'd insisted on facing this head-on from the start since it'd happen eventually. If I ended up juiced dry and hospitalized after dragging myself here? I'd be too embarrassed to show my face.
Sure, when Eileya smashed into the elevator like a wrecking ball, I'd panicked and mashed the close button like a coward. But that's beside the point.
Anyway, I couldn't let myself get mummified in some group fuckfest leading straight to the hospital ending.
So I'd blurted out my desperate bid to dodge the guaranteed orgy...
But would it work?
According to Lilith, these women had been tight-knit for years, luring clueless newbie dispensers and draining them dry as a hobby. Perverted as fuck.
Could they betray that bond, fight over me—someone they could overpower anytime—for exclusive rights?
Maybe just for one round?
Doubtful.
I'd yelled it out, but half of me was braced to get dragged off and milked anyway.
Especially with everyone eyeing each other warily, the silence dragging on without anyone speaking up.
And it was Eileya, on my right, who finally broke it.
"First come, first served, huh~? Forget that—just do us all~? Wouldn't that be better? You'd make way more money~?"
She slyly yanked my arm deeper into her cleavage, the soft give of her tits pressing against me.
If I hadn't seen that smug 'gotcha' look on her face, I might've melted.
"Yeah~? We'll make you feel real good~?"
As her hand slid toward my crotch, I squeezed my eyes shut—
Then Mumungmumung, on my left, spoke up.
"Ten times. For real?"
Her blunt, clipped words were obvious. Questioning if my full-erection ten-in-a-row claim was legit.
And it was.
Elriksir lived up to its title as the king of potions, supreme elixir. Just three shots—barely more than yogurt cups—and my stamina had skyrocketed.
Lilith had wrung me to the limit less than an hour ago, yet I was fully recovered, my max shots up from eight to over ten.
I hadn't tested the exact limit since no one milked me after, but Lilith—a full succubus—guaranteed at least ten.
So my ten full-erection creampies? Backed by one of the twenty-two heroes, queen of succubi herself.
I puffed my chest proudly.
"Yep, ten. Totally doable."
A low "Ooooh" rippled around me. Mumungmumung stared blankly.
Her slime face gave nothing away—no clue what she was thinking.
But her stare screamed she was pondering.
"...Honestly? More than that possible."
So I doubled down.
Ten was Lilith-guaranteed, unproven extra on top.
Mumungmumung eyed me, then spoke.
"...One time. 150,000 won. If real. Double."
Her fragmented speech clicked perfectly. 150k per go, double if ten's legit.
Ten times? Three million won...
Three million?
Pre-apocalypse, when I was grinding toward retirement, my monthly salary wasn't even that.
Is this for real?
"Hang on, Mumung—you can't be serious~?"
Eileya looked shocked, like she'd never expected betrayal, but Mumungmumung ignored her, staring at me.
"Enough?"
Three million.
More than enough—overflowing.
I shoved Eileya off my arm—still jammed in her tits—and pulled Mumungmumung's waist with one arm.
Squelch. My arm sank into her soft body.
Squishy, cool, that liquid-solid slime texture flowing over my skin.
A weird new sensation, but not bad.
I whispered to her.
"More than enough, sis. Head to a room now?"
This place was built for fucking, rooms galore. Second floor probably packed with dispensers getting drained right now.
Basement too, in a different sense.
Anyway, I started rising with Mumungmumung—then froze.
Eileya grabbed my arm.
"200,000. Same terms as that slime bitch."
She gnashed her teeth.
"How 'bout it~? Better deal here~?"
In under a minute, my rate jumped a million won.
"Werebeasts drive me fucking wild on sight."
No lie.
Dead serious.
Werebeasts were physically superior to humans.
Superior meant stacked—insanely developed.
Not quite Holstein minotaurs with their massive udders, but werebeasts were all big-titted bombshells.
Eileya's rack was plenty generous.
How could I not get hard?
I meant it from the heart, and Eileya snorted triumphantly at Mumungmumung before turning to me.
"There ya go~? Come to sis~?"
"Sure thing, sis."
I ditched Mumungmumung in a flash, flipping faster than a pancake. Who cares?
A million won? My palm was flipping itself.
But Mumungmumung snagged my arm.
Or swallowed it? It was still sunk in her waist, refusing to budge.
Not grabbed—engulfed.
Squishy, with fizzy tingles like carbonation...
Her fingers had that cider zing when I sucked them earlier.
Anyway, not the point.
The vibe turned weird.
"Oh, Mumung? Clinging won't make him come to me~? Let go already, don't be pathetic~?"
Eileya sneered, and shit got weirder.
Specifically, my arm in Mumungmumung's body started bubbling, stinging hot.
Too scared to call her on it—her silent glare at Eileya was terrifying.
Eileya smiled back casually.
"Don't forget you betrayed first, Mumungmumung~?"
Mumungmumung stared forever, then:
"...250,000."
That sparked it.
A bidding war between a suspiciously rich werebeast and a suspiciously loaded slime.