The Aftermath of the Battlefield
Situation... resolved?
Revi was, at this moment, a vessel whose entire control had been surrendered to one man.
Though her body was that of an android, the movements were no longer her own. With every flick of his fingers dancing across the joypad, her limbs responded with fluid, lethal precision. Autonomy, judgment, even the rhythm of her breathing—she was, for now, merely a machine waiting for commands.
But her eyes were different.
There was no wariness, no fear. Only...
"Trust."
It was an emotion that defied words. A bond so profound that even with death staring her in the face, she could entrust her body to him without a moment’s hesitation. She was fighting for her "Master," her heart beating to the rhythm of his breath, her life staked on his will. She had surrendered her existence to Chanwoo, clashing head-on with a Queen-class monster under his direct control.
To Serika, it was a sight that filled her with pride.
'Revi... you're doing great.'
There wasn't a single tremor in Revi’s movements as she relentlessly drove the monster into a corner. It was as if the entire battle were being choreographed by the tips of Chanwoo's fingers—precise and razor-sharp.
"Well then, I suppose I should do my best, too."
Serika muttered softly, her hands slowly wrapping around the hot, throbbing pillar writhing between her palms. Without radar, without a scope, this was a war fought purely through the intimacy of touch. Yes, this was... a boss fight of a different kind than Revi’s. If Revi was finishing the 'Phase 2' of the battlefield, Serika was currently deep into the 'Pleasure Phase.'
"Hehehe, I’m working hard on my end, so you better work hard too, Revi~♡"
Even as the Queen-class monster roared just a few feet away, Serika stroked the stiff, erect cock with a strangely giddy expression. As if to prove she was just as much a part of this battle, she began her own 'support fire' with fervor.
"The pleasure from my upper and lower body is peaking at the same time."
"Th-that... does that mean it feels good?!"
"Yeah. It’s the best. It’s like running two games at once."
Even while fighting, a strange smile spread across Chanwoo's lips as he manipulated the joypad. His lower half, hidden beneath thin fabric, pulsed within Serika’s small hands. The heat and heavy thrumming transmitted through her palms were intoxicating. Serika moved her hands back and forth, cautiously at first, then with an increasingly familiar rhythm. The soft friction, the flushed skin—she steadied her breath, focusing entirely on her fingertips.
"I didn't realize it when I used my mouth before... but it's so hot...!"
A hint of a smirk played on her lips, a mix of sincere devotion and playful mischief. As her movements grew lighter and faster, Chanwoo’s thighs began to tremble minutely.
"The recoil of your movements is incredible... As expected, a human male's cock is... this powerful."
Trailing off, Serika gripped him deeper with both hands. The skin beneath her touch was rigid, the veins pulsing with blood, throbbing and boiling deep within. "Chanwoo-nim, how is it? Does it... feel good?"
"Yeah. Maybe it's because it's a handjob from Serika. It feels even better than doing it myself."
"!!"
At Chanwoo’s words, the tips of Serika’s ears turned crimson. She was assisting a man in the middle of combat, providing a form of 'tension relief.' It wasn't just a physical act; it was another form of 'rear support' on the battlefield.
"Hehe... w-well, of course it does! I’ll have you know I’m an elite squad veteran! Just leave it to me!"
Serika knelt on the ground, thrusting her hips slightly as she moved her hands with renewed vigor. It was a motion like pulling a trigger—a 'mission' condensed from the precise movements of a combat android.
And just as Serika’s movements became even more insistent—
"It's coming..."
"...E-eh?!"
"Serika, I'm cumming!"
The moment the joypad's vibration hit its peak, Revi pierced the heart of the Human Hunter with absolute precision, and Chanwoo’s abdomen jerked in a sharp spasm. Simultaneously, hot, sticky white semen erupted from his body like a tidal wave. It splattered across Serika’s arms, the back of her hands, and her exposed cleavage, glistening as it began to slide down her skin. A few drops traced her jawline and landed on her lips.
Reflexively, almost subconsciously, she flicked her tongue out to sweep the spot clean.
"...Mmm."
The taste... well, it was nothing to write home about. Bland, thick, a texture hard to describe. But it was strange. It felt as if information that no machine could interpret was spreading through her like an electric current from the tip of her tongue. A bizarre, tingling sensation remained, yet Serika quietly, ever so slightly, curled the corners of her mouth upward.
"Maybe... I want more?"
A long breath escaped Serika’s lips. The white traces from moments ago had moved past her hands and were now slowly trickling down her neck and the upper line of her chest. Warm, sticky, and still faintly twitching. It wasn't just a physiological reaction. It was a clear, human response directed entirely at her. Having received it fully, Serika felt in her core—not through vague emotion, but through touch and warmth—that she was a 'useful existence.'
"So much came out... Hehe, do you feel refreshed now?"
Looking down with an overwhelmed expression, she cautiously raised her eyes to look at Chanwoo. Her gaze was strangely giddy. The sense of alienation or anxiety she had felt earlier had long since been buried under the 'warm, sticky heat' grazing her skin.
In fact—
'I could do it one more time if you want!'
A thought she had never voiced was already quietly blooming in her mind.
Meanwhile, Chanwoo watched her in silence before letting out a small, soft laugh. He reached out and gently stroked the top of Serika’s head.
"Yeah. It was incredibly effective."
The touch passing through her slightly disheveled hair was filled with gratitude and affection. Serika bowed her head at the words, but she couldn't help but chuckle. In her eyes, a sparkling joy bloomed, like a child waiting for praise.
"Then... I'll do even better next time."
A flicker of mischief danced in her eyes, and Chanwoo turned his head away with a wry, disbelieving laugh. Somehow, the flow of things felt... right. There hadn't been much said, but for some reason, the mood was strangely good.
And at that moment.
Stomp. Stomp.
"...What exactly are you doing right now?"
"?!"
"...!"
The cold, frigid voice came from behind them. Serika’s laughter died instantly. Chanwoo’s hand froze mid-air. Both of them turned their heads, slowly, very slowly. And there stood Revi, the hero of the battlefield who had just pulverized the Queen-class monster.
Her eyes were cold, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her gaze was fixed precisely on the hand Serika was using to hold Chanwoo’s now-softening cock.
"What... is this?"
Revi asked in a low voice as she stepped forward. Her tone was calm, but the emotion flowing beneath it was unlike anything they had ever heard.
"Th-this! It, it’s... it’s rear support!"
Serika raised her hands, her face pale as a rabbit’s, and stammered an excuse, but it was already too late. The sticky residue still clung to her fingertips, her arms, the back of her hands, and even the upper line of her chest, glistening in the light.
The look in Revi’s eyes as she stared at it was something that the word 'emotion' couldn't begin to cover. Her insides were boiling, yet her exterior remained the characteristic, expressionless mask of an android. But... that silence was far more terrifying.
Chanwoo hurriedly tried to intervene.
"Th-this is, uh... it was a tactical, a tactical decision!"
His voice grew smaller, his tone becoming increasingly unnatural. "Th-the situation is over. Uh... the target was destroyed, so... mission success?"
Chanwoo broke into a cold sweat as he spewed excuses, and with every word, Revi’s expression hardened further. To be precise, her face remained blank, but her eyes were trembling minutely. The corners of her brows twitched as if she were holding something back, and her lips remained set in a void of emotion.
But beneath that quiet face, one could feel Revi’s signature 'repressed rage gauge' slowly filling to the brim.
"...I did all the hard work by myself."
The words emerged long after, in a voice like shards of ice. The volume was low, but this time, it was undeniably laced with feeling. A crack in her composure, small but distinct, seeped through her voice. It was jealousy, it was hurt, and it was the emotion of a woman who had given everything, only to see another woman intrude upon her territory.
Her eyes were still fixed on Chanwoo, but the corners of her pupils were slightly moist.
"The semen you sprayed on Serika... that was supposed to be for me to consume back at the base."
"Re-Revi...?"
"Chanwoo-nim, did it feel that good to have someone else touch your cock?"
Her voice was as soft as a breath, yet crystal clear. But the look in her eyes was no longer gentle. Covered in jealousy, possessiveness, and a subtle heat, that gaze slowly approached, as if to bind Chanwoo in place.
"Fine. I’ll milk you too. I won't stop... until the very end."
Her fingers loosened, and she moved toward him with a smooth, predatory grace.
"I’ll torment you so much that you’ll be shaking even while you cum, until you can't help but piss yourself."
Chanwoo saw the look in her eyes—a gaze that was truly, genuinely intent on wringing him dry.