Physical Examination (4)
Physical Examination (4)
Uriel shook her head.
"With this size, it's impossible—yeah, if we measure the internal values, we'll know everything."
Even so, Uriel puffed out her meager chest.
"One of my majors is primitive male reproductive ability... this size, no no."
"What do you know? I've had dozens of partners—!"
"Hmm, not fooling me. I've researched primitive males for a lo~ng time too~"
"Ugh, you crazy bitch, believe the words of someone with experience, stop touching—!"
I snapped in irritation, but Uriel didn't budge an inch.
Surprisingly tough for her delicate appearance.
She's slender, doesn't avoid eye contact, which somehow makes her scarier.
"Hmm, it's swelling up slowly... impossible, impossible-des..."
"You bastard, they said you're from the Nordic Federation, suddenly spouting Japanese and shit..."
Uriel shook her head.
"The S-X Virus is indeed DANGEROUS. Abnormal tissue hypertrophy..."
"Mine was always big, okay!? And it's natural to get bigger when erect. Are you really a doctor?"
"You liar... even so, it doesn't get this big. Must be the disease's aftermath..."
"No, for real. Even before getting the disease, I was over 20cm—! Besides... this size is possible, you know? Insertion, I mean, insertion—! A woman's hole is where babies come out—!"
Grit, I bucked my hips in resistance.
Even as the conversation dragged on, Uriel kept shaking my pillar.
No, actually, it had started like a general massage, but now it was getting downright explicit.
Shuk, shuk, shuk...
Perfunctorily, her eyes floating in the void.
Poking her pouting lips with a finger.
As if she couldn't even see a nobody like me, deep in thought.
Shaking the foreskin, occasionally stroking the glans with her fingertip.
That alone pissed me off, but what got me more was how good it felt.
'This bitch is a total technician, huh?'
No way it's coincidence.
She draws out your excitement all natural-like, without getting aroused herself.
Spreading the pre-cum with her latex-gloved fingers to massage the whole glans.
While endlessly spouting bullshit that only she gets.
"Hmm, for a man, it's a logical point... hmm, theoretically speaking yes, but hmm..."
"Ugh! Gah..."
Nah, maybe I'm too on edge to hear it.
Or maybe it's just incomprehensible.
But right then, for some reason, I had this gut feeling.
That Uriel was way more curious about me than she needed to be.
'Find some leverage, Kang Do-yoon. Figure out how to escape this crazy woman's clutches—!'
According to Rina, she'd come from the Nordic Federation to Korea for her research.
Adding that Korea's pretty lax on male research regulations.
Unlike the past—or maybe exactly like it—they're totally desensitized to male bodies.
Anyway, if she's the studious type who studied abroad, maybe I could persuade her.
As long as no one interferes.
"What, how about... you try sticking it in yourself?"
...Ah, I fucked up.
Got too desperate and blurted it out.
'Try it yourself? What kinda moronic bullshit is that, you idiot. That's your big proposal?'
Like hell it'll work.
No way she says, "Sure, I'll give it a go."
While I mentally kicked my own ass, Uriel stared up at me blankly.
Was she pissed? For once, the smile was gone from her face.
"S-sorry... ha......"
I chickened out and apologized right away.
I'm the one restrained here—if she grabs a scalpel or something, I'm fucked.
But thankfully, the next moment, Uriel snapped back to her usual self.
With that deflating, playful tone and expression—
"Hmm, ahem. An S-X Carrier and natural copulation? Hmm... dangerous, ve~ry, ve~ry ri~sky..."
"......"
"Aang, impossible, impossible... natural copulation is unclean, so dirty..."
Uriel hugged her own slim shoulders, putting on this weird act.
Repeating "no way, no way" while closing her eyes, like she's throwing a coquettish fit...
Felt like she was talking to me, but also just mumbling to herself.
'She doing this on purpose?'
But the more I watched, the weirder it felt.
Kinda rapist-y mindset, but...
Uriel acted like she wanted it, but was shoving the blame onto me.
Like she craves it.
But can't bring herself to do it with a mere "man."
Total hypocrite.
'Crazy bitch...'
Slyly side-eyeing me to check my reaction—that was the proof.
No, she wasn't even looking at me.
'This bitch is just staring at my dick!?), huh?'
Not giving the rest of me the time of day?
My body's prime, face ain't bad either?
She was eyeballing the angle of my rock-hard cannon like it was the only thing that mattered.
As if her brain wasn't in her head, but down there in those two balls.
Hey, look at my eyes, bitch.
Quit the sly blushing.
Balls don't have eyeballs.
Almost spat it out, but I barely reined in my sanity.
'Fine, you want my dick that bad?'
If that's what the opponent craves.
And I've got it.
Time to wield it like a weapon.
Either way, this cute little weirdo's useless once she's off my body.
"But you're interested, right?"
I switched tactics, whispering slyly to her.
That deep, manly rumble only guys can pull off.
Dropped my larynx right to the verge of a burp.
"Let me loose, and you can try the real deal with a man."
"Hmm... impossible. Doing it with a man is for animals..."
Not biting.
Thought I'd hit WWE levels, but her face showed no deception.
Even for this oddball, actual insertion came with real resistance.
Though she was still gripping my joystick like a pro.
Maybe I went too direct.
Hit the wrong nerve—her expression turned weirdly pouty.
Felt like her favorability just tanked 40%.
"Hmm, you talk way too much. Men should be demure..."
"Then get some volunteers and test it out."
"What ever do you meeean~?"
"A man's thing, no matter how huge... biologically, it fits inside there—!"
"Inside... there?"
Uriel dipped her head like a polite bow.
Right between her legs.
Her blank face almost gave me a twinge of guilt.
'All an act. A PhD with degrees ain't gonna be dumb.'
Shoved it down and kept persuading.
"It'll feel good too. Nah, I'll make it feel good for you."
Even before the S-X Disease, I was a one-night stand junkie.
Pretty experienced with women, so a little squirt like her? I could launch her into orbit.
No confidence? Tough shit.
Spitball it.
"Women are!"
"Women are...?"
What to say?
"Born for a man's, uh, this..."
"This...?"
"Th-this......"
Fuck it.
"To take this COCK! Born to take cock—! So shut up and spread 'em, you bitch—!"
*
Fucked up.
Aang, even I think that was too badass♥
"......"
...Nah, even I think it was the worst.
Straight-up sexual harassment.
Cold sweat pouring.
She's pissed.
Has to be.
Summary execution incoming.
She'll think of it even in her sleep.
Boldly harassing in a woman-ruled world.
Straight to the gallows, no trial.
My brain kicked into overdrive with simulations.
How to spin this to Rina?
'Head of the Family? I told you—get my permission before doing anything.'
'R-Rina...'
In my imagination, Rina—buck naked, ass out—was whipping toward me.
'Pride goes before a fall, Head of the Family. I said keep your dignity in front of others!'
'P-pride? Rina, you say stuff like that? Don't... aaang♥'
'What's this "don't, aaang"? Can't even talk, you pig?'
'I-I'm not a pig, uuuung♡'
'Defiling the Eden Genesis name. And you still want my protection?'
'Haut, aa, aang, stop, stoooop♡'
'Filthy squealing boar suits you, Head of the Family. No... Mr. Kang Do-yoon—'
'S-still—ain't half-talk, I'm your ancestral grandma's bro... ugh!'
'Your ancestral grandma's shedding bloody tears in her grave. So, with tears in my eyes, I'll administer punishment. Graciously accept your nephew-grandniece's high heel crushing your balls and the whipping as penalty.'
Then Rina eyed my limp dick coldly and lifted her foot.
High-heeled boot pressing down on my junk...
"Aaaaaah—!"
I screamed myself awake from the fantasy.
A single moment felt like three years.
Gulped dryly, scrambling for excuses to Uriel.
"Hmm, is that so? Volunteers... hmm, hmm..."
But Uriel was muttering to herself, not even glancing my way.
Didn't seem fazed by the verbal abuse or my outburst.
Super focused? Or just indifferent to people?
'Nah... that ain't it.'
I got it right away.
'...She just doesn't get hurt by a mere man's words.'
For sexual harassment to stick, generally.
It's gotta be the powerful preying on the weak.
In this Female-Dominant Era, no woman gets wounded by a dog-equivalent man's trash talk.
No choice but to push forward.