Real Penis Experience (1)
Real Penis Experience (1)
One hour later.
Having thoroughly washed my face, I stepped out of the analysis room alongside Uriel, whose pale face was now pristine.
Rina had come to pick me up, and the researchers had returned to their posts.
The events inside the analysis room felt like a dream; Uriel was utterly composed.
"Uuu... For now, the virus is dormant, Chairwoman-nim."
"Is that so? That's a relief... Well, we kinda knew from the preliminary checks."
You knew?
My energy just drained away.
Maybe I'd been unnecessarily tense.
In that case, Rina might've already dropped hints to me.
I had no idea why she'd needlessly scared me like that.
"It's not strictly necessary, but we could probably study it here at the Bio Center, maybe..."
"Yeah, if there's even a pretext, it'd be easier to keep the Head of the Family... Doyun-ssi around."
Rina listened to Uriel and fired off a few questions.
In short, whether there were business uses for me.
According to her, to hold onto me—a 'Primitive Male' who'd been asleep for 400 years—they needed a justification.
No matter that I was her ancestor, that was just a private connection.
Taking 'social risk factors' into account, I was a hazard and an enemy of society, she said.
'Is it that bad...'
I was prepared to live like I was dead, but it seemed like no mere agreement would guarantee my mental sanity.
Whether they meant it sincerely or not, I had to be their research subject.
Better to stick with Rina and Uriel—even if their schemes felt alien—than be surrounded by total strangers from this future, subjected to unknown experiments, and in the worst case, waiting to be 'disposed of.'
"T-Limiting's five test precision could serve as a comparative control group. Heh..."
"You can control it perfectly, right?"
"If they take the meds consistently."
"Doyun-ssi will cooperate."
"Hmm, Chairwoman-nim, you're trusting a Primitive Male? That's so unlike you, hmm..."
"...Then let's think up a few more safety measures. You're right. Males without T-Limiting are dangerous. No need to take risks. For now, he won't be leaving here."
"Okey-dokey!"
"In that case... I'll need that report. We have to prove it to the government."
"Ung!"
"......"
Uriel's speech was still all over the place.
She ought to enunciate properly when talking to 'Chairwoman-nim.'
I'd expected as much, but she was still mumbling in that slurred tone.
If she didn't talk, she'd look just like a girl in her early twenties (flat-chested, sure), but when she made those lispy sounds or mangled weird words with odd pronunciations, it made you doubt if she was even serious.
Rina, clearly used to it, would occasionally correct her pronunciation or words with a nod.
'She's impressive, my Rina...'
With the feelings of a Korean on the eve of Japanese colonization.
I watched in a daze as these people, who had nothing to do with me, discussed my fate.
'The feeling that I've been had somehow...'
I stared at Uriel's cute little hand.
Hard to believe that just dozens of minutes ago, it'd been squeezing me dry.
*
Uriel slipped her small hand into her white coat and gazed at the test subjects beyond the glass.
She was looking out from the second-floor floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-ceilinged lab.
Below sprawled a vast rectangular space, while above loomed a three-story-high ceiling aglow with lights.
Beds lined the left and right sides, excluding the central walkway.
Naked men in plain white panties lay there.
The so-called 'Egen-ized Males.'
They lay side by side on their beds, invariably reading books or playing games.
"......"
It wasn't exactly a coercive atmosphere, but not a single one moved with any vigor.
'Just like your low-motility sperm, you guys...'
Uriel gave a wry smile as she eyed their pale, scrawny bodies.
These muscle-less specimens seemed neither male nor female—like a Third Gender.
Of course, to Uriel in 2430, that body type was the default for men...
Her job being what it was.
She'd inevitably encountered info on the hulking men of the past.
Not in person, of course...
But that led to natural comparisons.
Same species, yet such wildly different appearances.
And though Uriel never told a soul, she was drawn to the latter.
Men of old.
From an era when T-Hormone levels averaged over ten times those of modern men.
Fantasies of those days she'd never lived fueled her long-standing obsession.
'What if I dropped a bomb here? What then?'
Who the hell was she even talking to?
Uriel thought it over, entranced, as she watched the Egen-nam.
An inexplicable hostility bubbled up.
They'd done nothing wrong.
But staring at that lethargy made her stagnant research feel like it was all their fault—she wanted to pick a fight, grab their collars, shake them senseless.
'What if I set your beds on fire?'
'Or... what if I said no going outside from today on?'
Uriel knew the answer.
The Egen-nam would comply.
Hell, if she lit fires or detonated bombs.
They'd naturally scream pitifully.
But barring them from going out? That was it.
They'd just nod in quiet resignation.
No fight in these emasculated males.
They accepted what was given.
As long as they could eat and sleep, anywhere was fine.
Projects usually meant six months of dorm life.
Losing their freedom.
Yet for them, being researched at Eden Genesis Bio Center was probably comfy.
Outside meant jobs and social ties, after all.
These low-energy types would prefer holing up in this rectangular space.
Staring at phones, playing games with ripped muscle guys they'd never have.
No appetite beyond sleep needs, and sex drive? Nonexistent.
Women from 300 years ago birthed the Egen-nam, sure, but it was still pathetic.
'Even if I—or a stacked bombshell like Chairwoman Rina—paraded around naked, they wouldn't bat an eye, huh?'
Uriel knew her body was scrawny compared to Rina's.
Demand existed, though.
Slim type—thin legs, arms, waist—clothes hung well on her.
Never felt inferior about bust or hips.
Her exes never obsessed over those.
She'd heard some women did physical sex.
Physical lesbians.
Body appeal mattered to them.
Breasts too big for one hand, baby-head-sized.
Sleek waistlines.
Big asses.
Preferences varied, naturally.
By physical lesbian standards, Uriel probably wouldn't score high.
She wasn't sure.
Confident in her face, but never her figure.
Eat right, and she might plump up nicely like Rina.
Rina was disciplined—no appetite? Still ate every meal.
Part of her self-care.
Uriel hyperfixated: once hooked, nothing else registered.
Hence days with one meal—or none.
Maybe why she stayed so skinny.
'Anyway...'
Even in this male-free modern world, some did sex acts.
Uriel had never felt sexual desire for women's bodies, at least.
Modern women were physical lesbians or Platonic Lesbians.
Uriel was a Platonic Lesbian.
And men... were just men.
Men felt no desire for women.
Women lusting after those men? A tiny minority.
Tiny? With bodies like flimsy paper dolls, zero strength—lusting after them was sadistic crime. Caught? Straight to prison.
Common sense.
Uriel couldn't believe it.
That once, men and women paired up as norm.
'Totally worthless. All flabby and shit.'
Uriel felt baseless malice surge.
Actually, the men weren't 'flabby.'
Near-zero appetite kept them from ballooning.
Just soft from no muscle.
Fleshy and pudgy jaws.
Still men, though.
No rugged strength to rival women.
More like immature or underdeveloped females.
Tiny asses, yet chubby there.
Zero muscle, probably.
Mild expressions, tinged with faint annoyance.
Faces that'd snivel a bit even if gassed tomorrow, then stop.
'You're one step from full feminization, you lot.'
Uriel looked down pityingly at the guys lounging on their beds.
'Dose 'em with E-Hormone regularly for six months, and boobs pop out—can't get pregnant, but visually? Near-indistinguishable from women. Ah, hips wouldn't widen, though.'
Her imagination veered weirder.
Uriel seriously pondered turning all those men into women.
They'd accept it without resistance.
Some might even like it.
'Unlike your ancestors, though.'
Uriel smiled bitterly, clenching and unclenching her fist lightly.
That satisfying grip feeling lately? Probably from her secret prank on Rina's watch.
Her first time touching a Primitive Male's erect cock, just as she'd heard tales of.