The Aftermath of the Hunt
Is it... really over?
The remains of the Queen-class monster lay scattered across the floor. Beside them, Serika and I were kneeling side by side. And... Revi was looking down at us with her arms crossed.
“Haa...”
“......”
“Haaaaaaaa!”
“......”
The first sigh held disappointment, the second, fury, and the third... was nearly the final thread of her patience snapping.
Honestly, until just a moment ago, I could feel the killing intent radiating from her—the kind that screamed, "I'm going to jerk you off until you bleed!"
Thanks to Serika barely managing to talk her down, it didn't go that far, but as a result, I was currently unable to lift my head in front of Revi.
“Re, Revi... I’m truly sorry...”
“Hmph.”
Thump.
She turned her head away like a sulking puppy. She didn't look like she was about to beat me to death anymore, but the air was still ice-cold.
...To be honest, I was the one in the wrong. Revi had thrown her entire body into fighting the Queen-class, and in the middle of that, I’d gone and had something akin to an affair with another android.
“Hey! Even so, I’m your senior by three generations...!”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Serika, who had tried to get a word in, promptly shut her mouth. Her eyebrows twitched as if she felt wronged, but Revi’s expression was that of a frozen predator, and no one dared to move.
More than the sense of accomplishment from defeating the boss, what was weighing down on us was a suffocating silence.
“Revi... I’m sorry. Truly.”
“...”
Exhaling quietly, I placed my hands on my knees and slowly stood up. As I stood before her, she finally turned her head slightly, but she still wouldn't meet my eyes. With her lips pressed shut, she just turned her back on me like a wounded puppy.
I watched her and carefully took a step forward.
“Revi... I’m sorry. I mean it.”
That was the moment.
Before she could even turn around, I made a split-second decision and wrapped my arms around her waist.
And.
“...Uup?!”
It was soft, yet there was no hesitation. The moment our lips met, the temperature between us began to rise quietly and slowly, as if we were always meant to be connected this way.
We were already a pair who had accepted each other. If we were a relationship that shared breast milk and semen, a kiss was practically just "affection."
A cautious, yet by no means light kiss. My lips were firm, as if trying to convey even the feelings buried deep within my heart, and Revi’s breath trembled faintly. The tips of our tongues brushed, and a suppressed heat began to rise from somewhere beneath.
We both knew. This was forgiveness and temptation, affection and... a promise.
A brief silence. Revi, her eyes wide, looked up at me with a dazed expression.
“What... are you doing right now...?”
“Apologizing.”
“Like this...?”
“I was being sincere, was it not good?”
At that, Revi looked away for a split second. The tips of her ears turned slightly red.
And.
“It... wasn’t bad.”
Just as a smile was about to form on her lips, I leaned in as if to kiss her again and whispered quietly.
“Then, open your mouth.”
“Ye, yes?”
“I’m not done apologizing yet.”
With a playful smile, my eyes curved. Only then did Revi realize the situation.
“U, uuu... that’s unfair...”
She pouted and silently parted her lips. Her face was a subtle mixture of lingering anger, embarrassment, and fluttering excitement.
And at that very moment.
Something warm and strangely heavy flowed between her lips... slowly and very deeply.
“...Nng.”
She closed her eyes and accepted it quietly. It wasn't just simple saliva. It was the "taste" of understanding, forgiveness, and a bond reconnected.
“Nng...”
As the thick drop of saliva touched the tip of her tongue and flowed into her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut and her body shivered slightly. Her face was flushed, and her previously demure hands fidgeted as if in joy.
“The semen Serika extracted is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve left plenty more for you to consume.”
“Re, really...?”
Revi, who was slowly licking the saliva from the corner of her lips as if it were precious, leaned into me, intoxicated by joy, relief, and a hint of victory. As soon as her cheek touched my chest, she burrowed into me silently like a puppy wagging its tail and whispered.
“Then, please only do it with me this time. It’s a promise...”
“Yeah. I promise.”
My hand naturally wrapped around her head. As I stroked her hair gently, Revi closed her eyes softly. The lingering warmth flowing between us was calm. For that moment, it felt as if all the noise in the world had been silenced.
However.
“Waaaaah...!”
Serika, who had been watching the scene blankly, bit her lip while still on her knees.
“This is... too unfair!”
She stood up quietly. Traces of semen that hadn't yet dried on her neck and cleavage clung to her, tickling her skin.
“I clearly ‘supported’ you too, you know? This flow, how should I put it... it feels like you’re only taking care of one side!”
“Se, Serika... that is...”
“...I was a bit surprised myself.”
Revi, still held in my arms, looked quietly into my eyes. The feelings of injustice and anger from just a moment ago were now unbelievably calm.
“A mere kiss. I never expected that such an inexplicable act of lips touching lips would restore my condition to its original state.”
Her expression, with the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, held both lingering spite and a relaxed afterglow. “This is a condition management method not even listed in my R.P.M. Is this also a human ability?”
With those words, her hand slowly stroked my chest. The embers of jealousy had died down, but what remained in their place was a strange sense of possessiveness.
“Still, I hope you stay like this for a while, as this is my place for now.”
As Revi’s breath touched my chest, Serika eventually took a step closer.
“In that case, I’ll apply for it officially next time! Official combat support. If the rear is ‘hand-jobs’ and the front is ‘kissing,’ I want to fight on the front lines next time!”
Serika smiled, drawing out the end of her sentence. She carefully poked my waist with her fingertip. At that moment, I shouted inwardly.
‘Can I... handle two sex-androids on my own?’
One body, but double the demands. A risqué truce, and the strange battle of nerves between the two androids beginning anew. But one thing was certain.
The battle was over, but the real "fight for the position of the main wife" was only just beginning.
Some time passed, and when we finally had a moment to catch our breath, I spoke up.
“By the way, what should we do with the corpse of this Queen-class monster?”
Looking down at the fallen monster’s body, I was quietly contemplating with the two androids. What lay scattered messily on the floor was the shell of the monster known as the "Human Hunter." Revi had already precisely extracted the core, and all that remained was the twisted, scream-like exterior.
“We don’t have a workshop yet... and we lack the technology to process something like this.”
At my words, Serika slowly shook her head.
“Same here. I’m capable of repairs and modifications, but processing a bio-based monster... that’s almost like a science for a different species.”
“Hmm...”
Before I could say anything else, Serika scanned the corpse lightly and spoke in an indifferent tone.
“It’s clearer when you see it up close. It’s completely decaying. The degradation is severe, too. A corpse without a core will crumble soon.”
“...It’s a shame, but we’ll have to discard it.”
“Yes. It might even be harmful if we stay here longer.”
I felt the same way. The shell of this "Hunter" no longer seemed to have any use for us. But that was when it happened.
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Revi, who had quietly crouched in front of the corpse, caught my eye.
“Revi?”
“What is it?”
In the quiet atmosphere, Revi was staring intently at the chest of the Human Hunter. In her fingertips, she held the monster’s core she had extracted earlier.
An opaque organic crystal, like a large gemstone. This mysterious mass, tangled with the memories of countless androids, was beating like a heart.
And at that moment.
Shhh, flash.
A beam of light flowed from the core and soaked into the back of Revi’s hand. It was a sensation that was neither cold nor hot. It spread gently like a breath, and soon, it changed the deep red light of the core into a clear, white radiance.
“Revi, what on earth...?!”
I asked, stunned. Serika was also staring with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the core and Revi. But Revi didn't look away as she spoke quietly.
“I don’t know. I just... felt like I had to do this.”
Her voice was calm, but there was an inexplicable sense of alienation in it. A moment later, the white light slipped out of the core and vanished into her body. The crystal stopped pulsating and fell to the floor like broken glass shards.
‘A scene like this... it wasn't even in the original work?’
Serika was equally shocked.
“What was that just now? What exactly did Revi do?”
Her voice held a pure astonishment that didn't sound like an android. “Did you know Revi had this kind of ability, Chanwoo?”
“No. This is my first time seeing it, too.”
I shook my head and looked between the core and Revi. Even to me, having delved into Star's Doll for over 20,000 hours, this was a phenomenon I had never seen before. Revi had simply reached out, and something had reacted. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Are you okay?”
“...Yes. There are no particular abnormalities.”
Revi nodded quietly. Her expression was as calm as ever. But for some reason, an unfamiliar light flickered deep within her eyes.
“......”
None of the three of us knew exactly what that change was. All that remained was the cold, broken piece of the core lying on the floor of the old, quiet ruins.