Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Navel Matching
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Whirrr. Whirrr.
A cacophony of mechanical whirs filled the air.
A laboratory straight out of a sci-fi flick.
Gleaming silver panels.
Intricately tangled tubes and wires.
And white-coated researchers hustling back and forth between them.
This was Hanbangul Tech's research facility.
More precisely, the 'Special Condom Development Room'.
The vibe screamed power armor assembly.
But all they were making were condoms.
And there I stood, smack in the middle of it all.
Wearing the outfit Chae-yeon noona had handed me.
"Here, put this on."
The clothes she'd tossed my way.
A black, skin-tight bodysuit.
Fine so far.
The issue was the design.
The top was perfectly normal.
It hugged my arms and legs nicely.
But.
The lower half was problematic.
Specifically, the groin area.
"......"
I looked down.
It was completely open.
Like butt-cut thermal underwear, but with a round hole up front.
My dick was dangling freely out into the world.
'This design's a bit too risqué...'
Standing like this in the heart of the lab.
Passing researchers sneaking peeks.
'Now that's a hefty tool.'
Vibes like that.
Chae-yeon noona was visible in the control room beyond the full-glass wall.
She gripped the mic, barking orders.
Her voice crackled through the speakers.
Alright, Do-hun. Size measurement first. Can you get it hard?
Erection.
She said it so casually.
Get hard in this lewd getup, under a dozen watchful eyes.
Plus, I'd just gone a round with noona in her office.
Impossible mission for your average guy.
Chae-yeon noona knew it too—her expression was subtle.
I hemmed and hawed.
Hoo.
She was underestimating me.
What did she take my dick for?
I addressed it mentally.
'Hey, partner.'
Respond.
- Dick?
Reaction came.
My alter ego, alright.
But still kinda weak.
Stuck at half-mast.
Hmm.
Low on fuel?
Needed visual stimulation.
Seeing me hesitate, Chae-yeon noona beckoned a female researcher beside her.
The researcher nodded and entered through the door.
Click-clack.
She approached me.
Light brown bob cut.
Oversized round glasses covering half her face.
Petite and dainty.
Classic STEM nerd girl vibe.
She stood before me and bowed slightly.
"Ex, excuse me..."
Sleepy voice.
Drawling at the ends.
She eyed my dangling dick for a moment, took a deep breath.
Then.
Grab.
She seized my tool without hesitation.
"...Gasp."
I sucked in a breath, startled.
Cool touch.
But it warmed to body heat soon enough.
She started stroking.
Stroke. Stroke.
Up and down.
Monotonous motion.
Technique?
None.
Just gripping and rubbing.
Grip control sloppy.
Squeezing too hard, then too soft.
Clearly little guy experience.
Or none.
But.
That turned me on.
Knead knead.
Her earnest, clumsy efforts to get me hard.
Stoic face, kneading a man's cock purely for duty.
The sheer depravity of it all.
Stroke. Stroke.
Every palm graze over the glans sent jolts.
Her eyes behind the glasses observed every twitch.
Studious gaze.
Cute.
Response incoming.
Blood rushing.
- Haaaard-!
It happened in a flash.
My dick sprang up.
Shoving her hand aside, pointing skyward.
She bowed again.
"Erection... complete..."
Then left the room.
Leaving me alone.
With my rigid dick.
'...Shame.'
Like getting edged and cut off.
Coming out of the bathroom without washing up.
Could've gone a bit longer.
But not the time.
Chae-yeon noona's voice from the speakers.
Good. As expected of Do-hun.
Satisfied tone.
There's a ring in the pocket. Take it out and slip it on your dick.
Pocket?
I fumbled around the thigh of the bodysuit.
A small pocket.
Reached in.
Something solid.
Pulled it out: a transparent silicone ring.
Pretty thick.
Squishy.
'What's this?'
Looked like a condom rim.
Put it on?
Followed orders.
Pressed it to the glans.
Schlup.
It slid on.
Down to the base.
Felt loose at first.
Even for my girth, there was slack.
But.
Now flex your dick hard.
Chae-yeon noona's command.
I tensed.
Clenched the muscles, pumped blood in.
Twitch!
My dick swelled thicker.
That instant.
Whirrr.
The ring hummed mechanically.
Then.
Shlurp.
It started moving.
Like a living thing.
The inner surface clung perfectly to my shaft.
Then extended upward, forming a thin membrane.
Like donning a suit.
The transparent film climbed my shaft, sheathing the glans completely.
"Holy...!"
My jaw dropped.
Fuck.
What is this.
Over-the-top tech.
Auto-condom application?
Custom-fitted to my size?
The room lights dimmed.
Red laser beams poured down, centering on my dick.
Scan.
3D scan.
Lasers mapping every curve, vein, angle with precision.
'Straight-up sci-fi movie...'
Erotic sci-fi where I'm the star.
Wanted to goof off.
Dodge the lasers with dick dodges?
But Chae-yeon noona's face beyond the glass was dead serious.
Researchers hammered keyboards, eyes on monitors.
Solemn atmosphere.
Behave.
Muscles screaming, but hold it a bit longer.
Moments later.
Lights out.
Room brightened.
I looked down at my dick.
Fully sheathed.
Transparent, paper-thin film.
But the texture was different.
Latex? Silicone?
Incredible elasticity.
Test-pulled it.
Streeetch.
Like cheese.
Release: Snap! Back to shape.
Durability seemed solid.
Size scan complete... Now for capacity test, right?
Chae-yeon noona's voice.
Capacity test.
I.e., bust a nut.
See how much I produce, how much the condom holds.
Jay, sorry. Come back in.
Chae-yeon noona directed the researcher from before.
Jay bowed and re-entered.
Click-clack.
She stood before me again.
"Ag, again... excuse me..."
Still that drowsy drawl.
She reached out.
Not bare skin this time.
Gripped over the special condom.
Stroke. Stroke.
Weird sensation.
Less than skin, but thin enough for body heat.
And tiny nubs on the condom surface? Made palm friction more intense.
Jay worked up and down diligently.
But.
'This... gonna take forever.'
Her handjob skills still rookie-level.
Condom dulled the sensation too.
This pace? Thirty minutes to cum.
Boring.
Strike up chat?
"Um... miss researcher?"
"Yeees...?"
She replied without stopping.
Head still bowed.
"Jay, right? Foreigner?"
"Noo... just English name... Kim Jay..."
Kim Jay.
Simple name.
"Got it. Jay."
Studied her face closer.
Huge round glasses.
Light brown bob.
Hairstyle like a choco ball snack.
Cute.
"Choco... I mean, Jay."
"Yees...?"
"Mind showing me your pussy?"
Straight to the point.
Beating around the bush ain't my style.
And in this setup, she'd miss hints anyway.
Jay's hand froze.
She looked up.
"Puh... pussy...?"
"Yeah. Pussy."
Demanded boldly.
Everyone beyond the glass watching seriously.
Can't be the only one messing around.
Time to get serious.
Visual stim essential for ejaculation.
This was part of the experiment.
"Okaay..."
Her white coat parted.
Underneath.
'...Whoa.'
Did a double-take.
Gray dress.
Body-hugging, thin-knit one-piece.
Missy look textbook.
This cute researcher rocking it.
Figure revealed.
Hidden under the coat—voluptuous.
Perky tits, wide hips.
Secret bagel girl.
She grabbed the hem.
Lifted it up.
Shlup.
Thighs exposed.
Pale, plump, meaty for her frame.
Higher.
To her navel.
And.
Gone.
No panties.
Commando.
'......'
Speechless.
Why no panties, researcher?
Dunno the reason.
But key point: raw pussy right in front of me.
Not overgrown, not waxed.
Natural bush.
Neat inverted triangle.
Exciting.
Dick reacted.
- Dick dick-.
Thrilled.
Twitched inside the condom.
Jay resumed stroking.
Visual boost doubled the pleasure.
Then.
A hologram screen popped up before my eyes.
Current Discharge: 4ml
"...?"
Jay glanced at the screen and asked.
"Did you cum...?"
"Huh?"
"It says... 4ml discharged..."
She stopped and checked my dick.
A bit of fluid pooled at the condom tip.
Ah, that's the output?
Mystical tech.
No wires, wireless measurement.
Bluetooth semen gauge?
"Nah, didn't cum."
"Yees? But the reading..."
"Pre-cum."
Casual as could be.
Jay's eyes widened again.
"Yees...?"
"Pre-cum. Leaked a bit from excitement."
"Does pre-cum come out... that much...?"
She tilted her head.
Average guy's load is 3-4ml.
Pre-cum matching that? Shocking.
Fair, probably her first time seeing it.
Not common for pre to match cum volume.
Hand action resumed.
Pat pat pat.
10 minutes...
20 minutes...
Time dragged.
Jay's strokes slowed.
Fatigue obvious.
Sweat beading on her forehead.
Breathing ragged.
"Haa... haa..."
She looked up at me.
Puppy eyes.
"When are you gonna cum...?"
"Hmm, this pace? Another 10 minutes maybe."
Honest assessment.
Hand-only has limits.
Lacks pressure.
"Arm huuurts..."
She rubbed her arm.
Poor thing.
Wanna help.
And I wanna finish quick.
Proposition.
"How about lending me your pussy?"
"Yees...?"
"Thrusting in there should make me cum fast. Win-win, right?"
Win-win strat.
No arm pain for her, bliss for me.
But.
Jay shook her head vigorously.
"Nooo..."
Rejection...?
First time a girl turned down sex here.
First since arriving in this world.
Stung my pride.
My dick not appealing?
Or personal preference?
"Why? Don't wanna?"
"Nooo... not that I hate it..."
She fidgeted.
"I'm in clinical trials... sample inside my pussy, can't..."
...Sample?
Inside her pussy?
What the hell was she carrying around there.
What experiment requires pussy insertion...
Dying of curiosity.
But can't ask.
Trade secret maybe.
Pity.
No penetration.
Need plan B.
"Then... how about grinding?"
"Griiiinding...?"
"Yeah. No insertion, just rub outside."
Jay pondered.
Finally nodded.
"Griiiinding's okay..."
"Perfect, thanks."
Greenlit.
No time to waste.
Pulled Jay closer.
Hiked her skirt higher.
Pressed my dick to her pussy entrance.
Warm.
Wet.
Heat radiating even without entry.
Thrust hips.
Stroke. Stroke.
Glans grazing her clit.
Shaft parting her outer lips.
Slippery.
Her juices lubing it up.
Plus her plump thighs for her size.
Sensation killer.
Thick labia and thighs enveloping my dick.
Not bad.
No, damn good.
But problem arose.
Height difference.
Jay's short.
I'm tall.
Standing? Awkward angle.
Bending knees, thrusting.
Squatting sex vibes.
Thighs burning.
Won't last.
Switch methods.
Decision made.
Grabbed her waist.
And.
Hup!
Hauled her up.
"Eeeek!"
Her feet left the ground.
Standing carry.
Height matched now.
Dick and pussy perfectly aligned.
Ideal.
Resumed thrusting.
Slap! Slap!
Flesh smacking louder.
Every snap, our navels collided.
Tap. Tap.
This the 'navel matching' ancestors meant?
They were filthy...!
Respect.
"Nngh..."
Moans leaked from Jay.
First time in this position? Face beet red.
Glasses fogged white.
Squelch squelch.
More juice from her pussy.
Soaking my dick, dripping down thighs.
Arousal peaking.
Orgasm incoming.
The real deal.
No pre-cum.
"Noona! Cum like this okay? Won't slip off?!"
Yelled at Chae-yeon noona through the glass.
Response via speakers.
Go ahead and cum. It's gripping tight—won't slip. Let it rip.
Okay.
Approved.
No reason to hold back.
Hugged Jay tighter.
"Hngh... here it comes!"
"Yees...?"
Jay's eyes widened in surprise.
But no stopping.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Final sprint.
Powered hips.
Rising.
Hot mass.
Hng!
Launch!
Spluuuurt-!
Semen erupted into the condom.
Insane pressure.
Tip ballooned like a water balloon.
Dick swimming in a cum pool.
Trapped in warm, slick fluid.
- Glub! Glub!
Hold on, buddy—breathless, but endure.
Your mess.
Own it.
- Glub! Glub!
Dick throbbed, spurting more.
Jay stared, mesmerized.
At the massive cum balloon dangling from my tip.
"Wooow..."
Awe-struck.
Soon after.
Shooting stopped.
Condom intact.
Durability pass.
Capacity ample.
Heavy.
Sagging condom smacked my thigh.
Quite the load.
Output really increased.
Wanna check screen, but Jay blocking view.
"Phew, refreshing."
Exhaled.
Clean release.
Jay squirmed.
"Um... could you put me down...?"
Oops.
Still carrying.
So light, forgot.
Set her down gently.
Feet hit floor.
Legs buckled; she wobbled.
Caught her.
"You okay?"
"Yees... thank you..."
She straightened her clothes.
Skirt down, coat closed.
Bowed again.
"Good work..."
Then headed out.
Tip-tip-tip.
Her walk was adorable.
Hips swaying.
Pity.
If not for the sample, I'd have plunged in.
Next chance, ask if it's out.
Then proper sex.
In bed.
Chae-yeon noona thumbs-upped from the glass.
Just need to mold the tube now. How's your state? Up for it today?
Thumbs-up back.
"Ten loads, easy."
Success.