Who Wins This Round?

"Huu, haa... haa..."

-Haaah♥♥♥ Glurk- Slosh-

Han Yeoul's ragged breathing, Brina's dazed, ecstatic murmurs lost in rapture, and the gurgling sounds of semen being absorbed in her stomach were the only things filling the room.

The air was thick with hazy steam, like a fog had rolled in. Most of it came from Brina's warm, volatile lubricant evaporating. So much had vaporized in the sealed room that it felt like a sauna.

They'd gone at it so hard with her throat pussy and mouth pussy that she'd produced that much lubricant.

"Huu, feeling dizzy."

Even with his enhanced stamina, dehydration was unavoidable. Brina's clear lubricant flowed like a spring, which was nice enough, but nothing beat cool, fresh water.

"Time for some ventilation. Whew, that's better."

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugged it, and opened the window. A cool breeze swept in, chilling his sweat-soaked body.

"Grk...♥ Grrr...♥ Gulp...♥ Grrk...♥"

Sprawled on the bed, Brina's belly bulged out, her throat stuffed to the brim with semen. She was too focused on absorbing it, bubbling cum from her mouth.

He needed a break too, so while waiting for the steam to clear, he pulled up Brina's status window.

"Fanatic Faith? Sex Techniques?"

Surprisingly, Brina had gained new skills and techniques. Her rank jumping from E to D was probably tied to hitting Stage 3 and the durability boost.

The semen capacity was insane—enough to make him feel superhuman from the waist down. But it made sense given how much he'd dumped in her. If anything, repairs during use had probably eaten into the original amount.

The new skills and techniques, though? Total surprise.

"'Master♥'? She sees me as a god now?"

What shift in her mindset had turned simple ownership into full-on deification, complete with a skill? He couldn't wrap his head around it.

"That blessing looks useful. Too bad I don't have a god I believe in."

The unyielding will boost would need testing, but stun resistance was gold in fights where injuries were inevitable. It could turn mutual destruction into clean kills—he wanted it bad.

But the prerequisite Fanatic Faith skill's restriction was a dealbreaker. Total submission? Fine for his property like Brina, but not for him.

"8th Grade Sex Techniques is surprisingly low."

The existence of techniques was secondary; her low grade stood out. The evaluation explained it, though.

Sex Techniques rated overall sexual prowess. Brina only served him passively, so even with her legendary throat pussy and mouth pussy, the grade stayed low.

"Who's doing the rating, anyway?"

Rumor had it gods of specific domains evaluated and graded techniques via the system. Probably something like the God of Sex or God of Lust.

"...? Wait, why don't I have Sex Techniques then?"

Han Yeoul didn't realize it, but Brina—as an object with skills—qualified her service as "sex," earning a grade. His actions? Just masturbation with a toy. No grade, no entry.

Clueless, he puzzled over it endlessly, never to find the truth.

"Hmm, taking a while."

-Kghk-♥ Haaaah...♥♥

Brina was still cum-drunk, barely coherent. Her belly was still bulging—she'd just finished absorbing the load in her mouth.

"Does too much at once slow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠absorption? Haven't even tried her pussy yet... Tch."

Her status showed semen capacity rising in real-time. Slower than Stage 2, like she'd overeaten and was digesting.

Using her pussy now would probably perform worse than Stage 1.

"Hmm, what if I use her absorbed semen for repairs? Like with Slami."

It might burn off some excess. He tried.

"[Onahole Defect Repair]."

"Grk...?!?!♥"

-Gulp?!♥ Kyaaahhhiieek?!?!?!♥♥♥♥

Unlike normal repairs, Defect Repair fixed innate flaws from her onahole origin, bringing intense pain. For an onahole, pain equaled another flavor of pleasure.

It hit Brina like lightning mid-sweet dream of Master's praise. Her body knew it was his will, shuddering into orgasm amid the torment.

As she convulsed in ecstasy, the authority perfectly mended her eye scar and severed arm. The arm hadn't existed at Stage 3, so only the scar visibly vanished.

-Hek...!♥ Haaah...♥♥ Hiss, hiss-

Exhausted post-repair, Brina passed out again with faint breaths. He pried open her eyelids.

"Pupil's still gray?"

Shining light confirmed normal pupil response. This eye had always been that color.

Even after 200mL for repair, real-time absorption kept it near full.

One option left: Evolve her to the next stage.

"Can she evolve while absorbing?"

The growth button was active, as expected.

An opaque membrane formed around evolving Brina—a protective cocoon shielding her from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠interference.

Best not to mess with it. He focused on his authority.

"Can spend semen to speed it up, right?"

50 hours was long, but perfect for burning excess. Roughly 0.5mL per minute shaved—3000 minutes total meant 1500mL needed. With her undigested load, it should cover.

"Use it all for acceleration."

Her absorbed semen funneled into speedup. Capacity hit zero, triggering rapid absorption of leftovers for more acceleration.

He expected instant Stage 4, but...

Even with semen left, it capped at 99%—30 minutes remaining.

"30 minutes? Easy wait."

And he had company to kill time: another onahole in inventory.

"Let's see who wins this time."