If I Don't Ejaculate, I'll Die..?
The fact that Seoyeon was wearing such a grim expression meant the situation was that serious.
But separate from how serious things were, the words that came tumbling out of her mouth left me completely bewildered.
What the hell is she talking about?
I needed Seoyeon's help to ejaculate right now?
"Just look at this first, Senior."
I stared at the video playing on my junior's phone.
On the screen were me, unconscious, and Seoyeon explaining the situation—
—Whoa. What is this taste…
—when suddenly the Seoyeon in the video licked the precum that had gotten on her hand.
"Aaaah! That's not—that wasn't—!"
She frantically skipped ahead, but I'd already seen it.
…???
What was that just now?
She… she just licked my precum, right? That was what that was, right?
My brain short-circuited under a situation it absolutely could not process. After that I just sat there staring blankly at the footage of her gripping my cock and coaxing out an ejaculation, until the phone screen went dark.
"You understand now, right? Senior, you're in danger. You need to ejaculate."
"Huh?"
"Ugh! Senior! Just stay still!"
Seoyeon snatched the phone back and suddenly reached for my lower half. I twisted my body and barely managed to block her, thinking the whole time—
What the hell does being in danger have to do with ejaculating?!
No explanation, just a video of her jerking me off, and now she was telling me I was in danger?!
"Hey! Yoon Seoyeon! What—what-what-what are you doing!"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Right now, if you don't ejaculate, you'll die."
She closed the distance I'd put between us and reached for my cock again. I threw my forearm across her approaching hand and shouted.
"Wait wait wait wait wait!!!!"
"What's wrong, Senior?"
"What the hell is going on here?! I don't understand any of this!"
"…Pardon? I showed you the video."
"You—you giving me a—no, you inducing me to cum while I was out cold, and that explanation—how are those two things even related?!"
When I bellowed at her, Seoyeon finally made an oh-crap face, as if realizing she'd skipped a few steps, and started explaining properly.
"Senior. You watched the video just now, right?"
"I… I did."
"Did you see the volume of the ejaculation? No—looking at how much semen I'm covered in right now, doesn't something come to mind?"
Talking with Seoyeon had somehow restored my vision completely. Through that clear field of view, I took in my junior, absolutely drenched in semen.
Looks normal to me…?
It was about the same amount I usually came.
"Looks normal?"
"Normal?! Senior! No matter how you look at it, this is not normal!"
"Why… why not?"
"An average man's ejaculation volume is five to ten milliliters at most?! This is clearly abnormal no matter how you slice it!"
"Ah."
Her face flushed as she pointed out something I'd always taken for granted.
Now that I think about it… I was the abnormal one.
I usually just came into the toilet when I handled it, so I'd never really…
"R-right, Seoyeon. Yeah."
"So doesn't the puzzle start to fit together?"
"W-wait! Hands off for a second!"
She'd been reaching for my cock this entire time—doggedly fighting past my forearm, determined to get a grip on me somehow. Looking thoroughly fed up, she glared at me and raised her voice.
"Senior! Keep this up and you're actually going to die!"
"Okay, but why?!"
"Isn't it obvious just looking at you? Abnormal ejaculation volume! Hypersensitivity reaction to the aphrodisiac! Passing out!"
Ejaculation volume, hypersensitivity reaction?
I knew that one.
"If it's a hypersensitivity reaction…"
Necrosis Syndrome?
The moment realization crossed my face, Seoyeon shouted at me.
"Yes! Necrosis Syndrome! So hurry up and hand over your cock! We're out of time!"
She threw her whole body at me, going for my dick, and I caught her with everything I had and held her still.
"Freeze!!!!!!!!"
"Hyaaaiiik!!"
"Seoyeon! You think I don't know about Necrosis Syndrome? I may not look like it, but I'm a senior researcher! Ten years!"
I knew about Necrosis Syndrome perfectly well. And I also knew that while the symptoms looked similar, this wasn't it.
I've had this kind of ejaculation volume for ten years—you think I wouldn't know?!
"That thing has a thirty-minute limit, right? Right!"
"Th-that's right."
"Exactly! I know that too! I've been living in this bod—no, I've been living like this for over thirty years, you think I wouldn't know?!"
When I pointed out the blind spot she hadn't considered, she stared at me with a completely blank expression.
"Uh… uh?"
"Right? Even you think something's off now, don't you?"
"Th-that is true…? It's not like Senior is some layperson with no medical knowledge…"
"Exactlyyy! That's what I'm saying! You think a ten-year senior researcher wouldn't know something like that? Sure, it's a ticking time bomb of a disease where you never know when it'll actually onset, but!"
"But?"
"There's no way I wouldn't know about it when I've had this kind of ejaculation volume for at least ten years!"
"Ten… ten years…?"
My junior's face went red and she quickly averted her eyes. I watched her and thought—
Haah… damn it… so this is how I end up saying it out loud in a professional setting…?
I'd unintentionally just announced that I'd been a virility king since birth. But if I wanted a proper explanation—if I wanted her to actually understand—I had no choice but to say it.
"Yeah. I know all about it. But I don't… within thirty minutes…"
Within thirty minutes…?
Come to think of it, had there ever been a time when I felt that intense urge and didn't ejaculate within thirty minutes?
Right. Now that I think about it…
Whenever the Breeding Uncle instincts hit hard, I immediately found a bathroom and came. Kept going until the urge subsided.
Because if I didn't, this runaway body of mine was liable to commit an actual crime.
The realization hit me like a truck.
No way. No way… no way no way no way, it can't be, right?
Had I… actually had Necrosis Syndrome this whole time?
I was reeling through my memories with a thoroughly confused look on my face when Seoyeon, reading my expression, carefully approached me again—both hands covering her face.
"Senior… so it's not Necrosis Syndrome? Just a special-case hypersensitivity reaction…?"
"No. It's—hold on."
What do I do.
Thinking it through carefully, my symptoms lined up perfectly with Necrosis Syndrome. Terminal stage, even.
First, you end up in a situation where your body is screaming for it, and if you don't relieve it within a certain window, you start hearing auditory hallucinations. Force yourself to hold out past that, and the urge becomes so strong you lose control of your body entirely.
Plus the ejaculation volume that doesn't let up even after six or seven times a day.
Up to that point it was textbook Necrosis Syndrome…
No, wait—no… hang on. Something's off.
Then what about when I passed out in Ayeong's room? Why was I fine after that?
If I had Necrosis Syndrome, that doesn't add up. Shouldn't my balls have necrotized on the spot and killed me right there?
"Seoyeon. There's one thing I want to ask you."
"Yes?"
"Necrosis Syndrome… for terminal patients. They usually die if they go past thirty minutes, right?"
"Yes… that's right. There's never been a single recorded survivor. There was one special case who lasted up to an hour, but…"
I knew about that one. He'd been found dead with his testicles swollen to five times the size of a normal man's.
Which was why, for terminal patients, once the urge accumulated past a certain point they tended to pass out—so it was standard practice to keep a woman or a sexdroid on hand for emergency treatment.
A female body was the most effective option, after all.
That was also why our research institute dealt in sexdroids.
This whole headache of a situation was starting to make my skull throb.
Haah… what a mess.
For now, I still didn't know what was actually going on with me. And if it really was Necrosis Syndrome, I was in an extremely dangerous state right now.
"…Just in case. I'll handle it myself. Thanks for the emergency treatment, Seoyeon. And sorry."
"What?! N-no, Senior! This only happened because of me."
"Haah… yeah. Thanks for looking out for me. But I've got my head on straight now, so I'm fine. I'll take care of it."
"So it is Necrosis Syndrome, then…?"
"There's something that doesn't quite sit right, but for now it seems like it is."
I turned my back to her and tried to shove my still-erect cock into my waistband so I could get up—
"S-Senior?"
"Hm?"
A trembling voice came from behind me. I'd just gotten my pants on. I turned back toward Seoyeon, and an unexpected sight began to unfold.
"As far as I know… when a Necrosis Syndrome episode hits, the most effective course of action is… with someone the patient recognizes as a woman… in other words…"
The junior standing in front of me began to slip off her lab coat. Her face was already bright red, and she moved slowly.
"To put it another way… if I help you, Senior… I believe we can resolve your emergency situation effectively…"
The research coat hit the floor, and her knit top began to rise.
"Up until now I've only ever received help from you… and this time, I want to be the one helping."
"…"
"Would that be… not okay?"
Right in front of me was the beige bra I'd only seen from a distance last night. Breasts so full they would spill over even if I tried to hold them in both hands were swaying right before my eyes.
"Uh… uh…?? Uhhh??!"
What the hell is this situation?
I'd thought this was over. What was this now?
Sudden acceleration, much?
Normally, shouldn't we just awkwardly look away from each other and call it here?
Apparently I was the only one thinking that.
"This is… an emergency procedure, so it's fine… Absolutely. Absolutely. It's not an act purely for lewd purposes…"
Those breasts slowly drew closer. And before I knew it, those enormous breasts had closed the distance and pressed firmly against my face.
An overwhelming weight, soft and yielding through the bra. That mass I'd only ever vaguely felt against my forearm or my back was now pressed directly against my face—and the dizzying scent of her skin, something I'd never experienced in either my past life or this one, sent my reason flying.
Th-this is, in other words…
I lifted my gaze without a word, and my eyes met Seoyeon's desperate ones. Then we both nodded, and Seoyeon parted her lips as if to get one last confirmation.
"So then…"
Just as the mood carried us toward whatever came next—
—Whiiirrr.
The sound of the lab door opening, followed by multiple sets of footsteps entering the research room.
"Researcher Yoon Seoyeon! Is Senior Researcher Park Seongchan unharmed!"
Responsible Researcher Lee Dohyeon's voice boomed through the room, and right behind him Kim Taeyang and the safety management team appeared in front of us.
"You weren't answering your phones, so we figured something must have happened and rushed over…"
"…"
"Hmm…?"
And that was the day I learned Seoyeon was capable of making a look that chilling. Of course, she wiped it off her face in an instant.
"…"
"…"
Perhaps because of the sight of me and my junior tangled together, a sudden silence fell over the room. And the one who broke it was Senior Dohyeon.
"Hmm. Fortunately it appears emergency treatment was administered. Were you in the middle of finishing up?"
"…"
"I'll administer the Neutralizer first. Senior Researcher Park Seongchan. Don't move. Stay still."
Senior Dohyeon strode over, came right up to me, and stuck the Neutralizer straight into my thigh.
A sharp sting.
After the brief injection, Senior Dohyeon glanced over my condition, then waved everyone else out.
"The Neutralizer has been administered, but it seems the emergency measures aren't finished yet."
"…"
"Researcher Yoon Seoyeon, take responsibility and finish what you started. Come out once the situation is resolved."
And just like that, the two of us were alone in the lab again.
"…"
"…"
But the mood was long since shattered.
"Um… Senior…?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I'll finish you off quickly and put it in a sample flask, and that'll be that…"
"Uh… no. I appreciate the thought."
"…Then please put it in this beaker. I'll step back for now…"
After the situation was resolved, I couldn't shake the awkwardness for the rest of the day. Seoyeon and I didn't exchange a single word until we clocked out.
Later, after work, I dragged my heavy body home—and Ayeong, after giving me her usual after-work hug, tilted her head with a puzzled look and asked me something.
"Dad…?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you maybe switch to a different cologne or something…?"
"No…? Dad doesn't wear cologne."
Ayeong held me tight and looked up at me again.
"Then what is this smell…?"
