Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: Extra
Chapter Title: I Can't Be Jerking Off Alone, Right?
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When life is exposed to danger, brushing right up against the razor's edge of death naturally awakens one primal instinct.
The name of that instinct is the reproductive drive.
Right after a war ends, there's always a reason why birth rates in the countries that fought suddenly spike above 3 percent.
A sense of relief at simply being alive.
And the anxiety that this reality might not last forever.
Those emotions bundle together and manifest as the instinct to leave behind descendants.
"Um, excuse me, I need to use the restroom for a bit."
"Yeah, sure. Our pirate ship's bathroom is at the very bottom, so take your time pissing~."
From the moment I'd set foot in the dungeon, I'd been on high alert, never once letting my guard down.
But even so, the moment we arrived in what I thought was the 12th layer—the deep level—some unknown interference had me literally bound and in dire straits right away.
Luckily, Jolly Roger turned out to be a decent guy and let me go.
The real problem started after that.
The nonstop wave of anxiety mixed with that moment of relief.
Like a soldier fresh from the end of war, every condition for my reproductive instincts had been met. Right now, my eager little buddy was ripping through my underwear from inside my pants, desperate to get out.
'Jerking off in someone else's house...!'
Normally, this kind of urge wouldn't hit until after I'd wrapped everything up.
But here I was, in this unexpected 'rest spot,' catching my breath. With my libido already amped up even more since awakening as a hunter, I headed to the pirate ship's bottommost deck.
Inside the bathroom below deck, I immediately deactivated my Armament skill.
Then I sat on the toilet and grabbed my rock-hard cock, veins bulging.
"Can't exactly sleep with this thing attached, either..."
Better to jerk off here on this pirate ship—someone else's place—than hold back on the reproductive urge and wake up to a wet dream tomorrow.
That had to be the way.
If I didn't think like that, I'd be so embarrassed I'd dive straight into the deep sea of this layer.
For the sake of my 'survival' and the 'fate of the world,' I needed to clear out these impurities first.
...I chanted that to myself like a mantra, and today, as usual, I started roughly imagining devouring the ever-alluring Lee Miran starting from her ass.
That crazy bitch who always claims that every time I jerk off at home, she pulls down her panties and mashes her pussy right alongside me.
I suddenly thought of my assistant saying that nonsense and muttered it into the air.
And then.
Bullshit.
You, your typing speed just lagged a bit, didn't it?
Especially since just moments ago, this pervert had demanded fellatio and cunnilingus as payment for her help.
It was obvious as hell: she'd caught me about to jerk off and belatedly hammered out that response on her keyboard.
"Oh yeah? Then I'm gonna jerk off now, so cut the comms for a bit."
"Didn't hear me? I'm about to start jerking off, and I don't like an audience. So turn it back on in about 30 minutes, got it?"
Most people would think, 'Who spends 30 minutes on a single jerk-off session?'
Throb throb.
As I've said before, I'm a three-times-a-day guy.
When I'm really worked up, it's five in a row. I'm a walking cum tank.
'If some girl ever ends up having sex with me someday, by the end her belly'll be swollen like she's full-term pregnant, all bloated and shit, right?'
In this reverse world, is there even a woman whose womb could handle that much semen?
...Thinking like that, I still had to dump all this cum into the toilet right now.
So I told Levi to cut the comms for real this time while I jerked off alone.
But then.
"Huh?"
Yeah, exactly.
She said something totally obvious and the comms cut out.
Levi backing off so easily caught me off guard for a sec, but I sighed in relief and dove back into my fantasy...
"Mm, it's coming soon..."
Now I was really about to enjoy my solo happy time.
Beep bwoop—.
"...?"
At that moment, a translucent window popped up in front of me, completely different from anything before.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
"L-Levi?!"
It was live video of her, clear as day.
And inside it, Levi had her legs spread wide, openly fingering her pussy while letting out vulgar moans as she stared right at me.
"No, what the hell..."
Right there in front of my eyes, she exposed her pussy insides completely.
Thanks to her massive tits, one hand was lifting a breast to her mouth, sucking her own perky nipple.
Her other hand relentlessly plunged into her pussy, occasionally poking at the hard red clit up top.
'Is a woman's masturbation always this slutty...?'
Levi's asshole winked repeatedly as pussy juice dripped down, sweat starting to bead on her skin.
My hand sped up in excitement at the sight.
"Wanna?"
She wanted to reach climax like she was getting pounded with sloppy breeding thrusts.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
A fountain show synced to my signal.
Her face flushed red, eyes half-rolled back—she looked ready to blow, her whole body trembling as she desperately waited for my cue.
But what could I do?
Unlike her, who'd been fingering herself the whole time while staring at my throbbing cock, I'd only just started stroking.
"Alright, hold up."
"Just five minutes or so."
"Break the deal, and no more of this from now on."
If you're gonna be my fap buddy, at least reciprocate properly.
With that in mind, I forced Levi—who'd been arching her back like a bow, on the verge of cumming—to stop.
Then, using her desperate, straining face as side-dish inspiration, I pumped my arm furiously.
"Then I'd have to jerk off to a frozen screen? You saying you can cum that hard just from a still pic of my paused dick?"
Give and take, fair and square.
I gave Levi a firmer warning like that, and right around when the five minutes were up.
"Levi."
"Cum."
You first.
We wouldn't get to properly enjoy it if we went at the same time.
She caught my trick and yanked her fingers out of her pussy belatedly.
But.
Squirt! Spurt!
Time's up.
Levi's womb, assaulted right on her G-spot, had apparently finished prepping despite everything.
Forcing her clamping legs apart, she unleashed a spectacular squirting orgasm.
Dribble dribble...
She flopped backward, body shuddering as she collapsed, her pussy still leaking thin juices nonstop—too spent even to clench.
"Whew, thanks to you, I busted a good one, Levi."
I figured she'd complain since she went first.
But she looked pretty satisfied with her ahegao face, then snapped back to her usual blank expression and struggled to sit up.
"You know, if we keep being each other's fap buddies like this, it might not be so bad."
"Yeah, if we're both satisfied, obviously."
Maybe it's because I live in this reverse world.
Porn for women exists, but for guys? Pretty much nonexistent.
I've been stuck with imagination-only faps until now, so if Levi acts as my fap buddy like this, it might actually be a huge win for me.
So.
"Levi, jerk off again."
I grinned brightly and requested a replay from my first-ever fap buddy in this reverse world.
"Yeah. But you know it too. Minimum three rounds a day for me."
To reiterate: mutual satisfaction is the deal for us fap buddies.
I beckoned Levi—looking a bit teary-eyed—to hurry up and shove her fingers back between her legs.
"Yeah?"
"Your tastes?"
After adding a few more conditions.
"Hey, cum."
"Squirt, you shitty pussy."
"Maso juice spray, commence."
Spurt! Squirt spurt!
I felt a twinge of guilt fulfilling Levi's request.
'Eh, if she's satisfied, it's fine, right?'
She'd been alone for so long without this kind of play.
I turned her into a dumb maso shitty-pussy bitch who orgasms on command.
"...Just flick your clit hard enough to hold it back or whatever. Maso bitch."
Flick.