The Signal from the Ruins
Let’s not fight, let’s just get along. The sight of two women—two androids, at that—growling at each other while their chests were pressed together. Honestly, it was more arousing than I could have imagined. The curves and lines revealed between their tightly cinched bodysuits; every time those points of contact distorted as they pressed against one another, I felt the urge to bury my erect cock into the soft, hidden resilience beneath. It felt less like a standoff between cold combat androids and more like watching a sexy photoshoot right before my eyes. Naturally, my male instincts reacted without permission. Stiff. My pants were shifting precariously, and that useless pride of mine was making its presence known regardless of the situation. But now wasn't the time to get lost in such thoughts.
"Revi! Serika! Both of you, stop fighting!"
"Ch-Chanwoo!"
"But Chanwoo, this android started it...!"
"Let's stop now. Why did we even come here in the first place?"
"...!"
"...!"
My gaze shifted from the space between their pressed chests to the lightning-like tension crackling between them. "Even at this very moment, the android that sent us the distress signal is probably trembling somewhere in these ruins."
"Th-that is true!"
"Serika, you followed that signal too, didn't you?"
"Yes! I belong to the 5th Unit, so I was able to receive the terminal signal. I was tracking it and happened to find you, Chanwoo..."
"...What is that supposed to mean? Earlier you acted like you’d been following us from the start, so does that mean it was just a coincidence?"
"Th-that is...!"
"Stop. Enough!"
My head throbbed from the bickering pouring in from both sides. Seriously, this wasn't just water and oil. It was coolant and sesame oil. Two beings with properties that could never mix were clashing, determined to spark flames with the same man caught in the middle. "Fighting like this is meaningless."
I approached the two of them slowly, very carefully. The gap between them was narrow and dizzying. And then, I grabbed.
"?!"
"Ah..."
My hands dove into the space between the two androids' chests. Squish. Without even meeting their eyes, I pushed my hands into the valley of their breasts and leaned in, burying my face into that very gap. The two androids, who had been sharp as blades, froze simultaneously.
"Now, I'll hold your hands, too."
Just like that, I grabbed Revi's hand with my left and Serika's with my right. I felt like a bridge-building diplomat holding a truce flag between two warring nations. "Let's stop now. We're on the same side, aren't we?"
"St-still, she started it...!"
Serika tilted her head up, pouting her lips as if she were still dissatisfied. Like a cat that couldn't quite hide its sharp claws, her expression was pure grumbling.
"...Understood. If it is your command, Chanwoo."
On the other hand, Revi took my hand firmly and without a moment's hesitation. Like a loyal guardian knight, her eyes held the same unwavering loyalty as always. The warmth transmitted from their hands—it was so warm I couldn't believe they were machines, and the sensation against my fingertips was... so soft it made me dizzy for a moment. On top of that, their bodysuits were still slightly overlapping, and their breasts were pressing against my arms. How many men could keep their cool in a scene like this?
I stroked Revi's hair and said, "Revi. Thank you for always being by my side."
"...Thank you, Chanwoo!"
At that short phrase, Revi’s eyes sparkled with joy like a puppy wagging its tail. A moment later, Serika, cheeks puffed out, stepped toward me with a sulky look. The corners of her mouth were still slightly upturned, but her gait was that of a cat that had clearly let its guard down.
"I... I won't fight either. Okay?"
"...Yeah. Good job, Serika."
"Earlier... that was... she was just so annoying..."
The moment the proud cat hid its claws. Serika tilted her head slightly and muttered as she carefully rested her head on my shoulder. "So... please pet me, too."
...This world wasn't supposed to be a healing story, was it? Before I knew it, I was sandwiched between the two, stroking their heads with both hands and successfully patching up the atmosphere. The only man in the post-apocalypse. The work I've been doing lately is becoming... increasingly subtle.
The two of them weren't fighting anymore, thanks to me. I walked along with Serika and Revi, heading toward the distress signal that was now right in front of us.
"By the way, Chanwoo, how did you know the coordinates of this distress signal?" Serika asked, walking beside me. Her subtle amethyst eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Hmm?"
"Only elite androids like those in the 5th Unit are issued terminals capable of transmitting distress signals. Besides, the coordinate calculations are complex, so it's hard for just anyone to track them. Don't tell me... was Revi an android capable of such current calculations?"
At that, I stopped the answer I was about to give. In truth, the only reason I could follow the signal was because of the 'World Map' system that only I could see. A special ability I gained after possessing this game-like world. I didn't know anything about R.P.M. terminals or current calculations; I had just followed the signal coordinates marked like a quest.
"That is..." Just as I was about to open my mouth carefully, Revi, walking beside me, gently squeezed my hand.
"Yes. Recently, our base has succeeded in producing our own current." Revi said it very neatly, as if it were nothing.
"Current?" Serika turned her head with surprised eyes.
"Yes. It is all thanks to Chanwoo, who is human." She said that, squeezing my hand as if to shield me. A quiet but firm pressure. It was a signal to keep my mouth shut.
I didn't doubt Serika. If anything, she had already given me too much. That day, the heat transmitted through her lips. In that ruined building where things were confusing, honest, and irreversible, she was a precious comrade who had comforted my stiff cock. But... Revi, who was holding my hand, was even more than that. She had always quietly stood by my side, and every morning she squeezed out a warm cup of breast milk for me. Her touch and body temperature were loyalty itself, transmitted without words. That was why. That was why I closed my lips. Even at the cost of the small guilt remaining in a corner of my heart, I had no choice but to choose Revi's trust for now.
"Then... Chanwoo, you noticed that this signal is a bit strange, right?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't tell me... you haven't noticed yet?"
I smiled awkwardly and nodded. In reality, all I could see was a single quest icon floating on the World Map. Serika paused, as if gauging my reaction, then opened her mouth carefully.
"This distress signal is of a very old-fashioned style."
"Old-fashioned?"
"Yes. The code '1RS4' is repeating within the signal. You’ve probably seen it in the corner of your screen, Chanwoo."
At that moment, the letters '1RS4' surfaced in my mind. A code I had passed by without meaning. But Serika said it firmly.
"1R stands for '1st Generation Revision', the prototype androids first designed by R.P.M. They were created just before the Earth was destroyed thousands of years ago... they are almost legendary existences."
I stopped walking involuntarily. "Then, what about S4?"
Serika turned her head. Her amethyst eyes had sunk into something cold. Her expression had changed. It was a face I hadn't seen before, a mix of wariness and distrust. "Survivor 4."
That short word weighed heavily in the air.
"...Four survivors?"
"Yes. To be precise, it means that four surviving 1st Generation units are still sending this signal."
At that moment, my footsteps stopped on their own. And the source of the distress signal revealed itself before us. Vines were crawling up the collapsed steel frame, and a massive transmission tower had pierced the ground and was tilted. In the silent ruins, where there wasn't a single breeze, only the skeletons of a forgotten civilization rustled. The building standing next to it could no longer be called a building; it was engulfed in tree roots and moss. It was a breathless ruin, as if the weight of a forgotten century had settled upon it.
"...It's a broadcasting station." I muttered unconsciously.
"A broadcasting station? Is this a place where they used to broadcast on Earth?" Revi tilted her head slightly, looking up at the collapsed antenna above. Serika narrowed her eyes expressionlessly and opened her mouth slowly.
"It's inside. The signal is definitely coming from in there."
As she finished speaking, the World Map floating in my vision suddenly vibrated. And above it, a red warning window appeared.
[Emergency Warning - 1RS4 Target : 'Suspicion' Grade Increased]
I frowned. "...Suspicion?"
"Chanwoo. Something is strange." Revi stepped in front of me. Serika also lowered her body and brought one hand behind her back. Her bodysuit was still neat, but the tension beneath it seemed to be transmitted directly through my skin. And that was when it happened.
Creak.
The old, worn-out automatic door began to open slowly, as if wary of someone. A metallic friction sound echoed minutely, as if even the sound was being stifled. Beyond it, in the dim darkness, the shadow of some existence flickered by. I couldn't see it. But I could feel it. The presence of something alive, not a machine. And that existence, right now, seemed to be clearly watching us.
"……."
"……."
The two androids held their breath simultaneously. There was something there. But that 'something' wasn't moving, as if it didn't even know we had arrived. ...No. It felt like it knew, and was waiting for us, completely unbothered. I unconsciously touched the back of my neck. It felt like a drop of cold sweat had fallen somewhere. At this very moment, is the distress signal ringing inside the broadcasting station a 'beacon of salvation' calling to us? Or is it the 'light of a trap' luring in prey? On that boundary line, we were quietly stepping inside.