Chapter 46
Chapter 46
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Side Effects
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Tied to the experimental chair, Crow stared piercingly at the syringe.
The colorless liquid contained in the syringe evoked an indescribable sense of unease.
"We're expecting the effects to last about a day. If you feel any discomfort or side effects, please record them in detail."
No matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore it, nothing changed. Crow simply couldn't accept the reality of this shitty situation repeating over and over.
This wasn't even a position where he could argue about human rights.
With Orca holding both his and Lily's lives in her hands, Crow had personally—and "voluntarily"—consented to the drug administration.
The justification was more than sufficient.
Inmates who participated in clinical trials received corresponding rest and monetary compensation.
To outsiders, it looked like Crow was offering his body as an experimental mannequin in pursuit of those benefits.
"There, all done."
The needle pierced his vein, injecting the drug into his body. With nothing to his name but his own flesh, he had no choice but to endure these procedures...
"..."
Crow resented his mind for not yet crumbling to that extent.
The first drug was a male contraceptive.
Once administered, it drastically reduced sperm motility for 24 hours, bringing the chances of survival inside a woman's vagina nearly to zero.
Surprisingly, the vaginal environment was a harsh one for sperm. To escape it and push deeper inside, they had to swim with desperate vigor.
But the sperm, robbed of motility by the contraceptive, couldn't escape the vagina and simply died there. It was a simple, straightforward mechanism.
"...Hngh."
However, its side effects made it unavailable on the market. According to the researchers, the primary issues were decreased libido and sudden bouts of depression.
True to their word,
after the injection, there was no response from his lower half. It might have been the perfect chance to take a break from sex with Orca, but...
"Is this a side effect?"
Orca frowned unpleasantly and prodded Crow's cock. She then proposed another solution.
"No helping it, then. Get an aphrodisiac shot too."
"Uh...?"
"Why no reaction? Don't like it?"
Crow couldn't defy Orca.
Lily
would soon be coming to the prison.
"...No. I'll do it."
From now on, various drugs would be periodically injected into Crow's body.
The first was a drug that suppressed physical abilities.
The same one he'd been getting all along.
Once a week.
The second and third were
the contraceptive and the aphrodisiac.
Once a day.
Additionally, they tested random new drugs required by the lab to check for harm to the human body.
"...Haa—"
Even if they claimed no harm, it was undeniable that Crow's body was gradually breaking down.
He could no longer sleep properly, spending nights clutching his heart in agony.
His hands trembled unstably. He had no idea which drug was causing it.
Doubting whether injecting multiple drugs at once even served any experimental purpose, he could only muster a bitter smile upon realizing he had no choice anyway.
It wasn't his role to worry about such things.
He simply stifled his suffering, trying to calm his shaking body.
He couldn't let tears show. His eyes were already red and swollen enough that crying wouldn't seem out of place, but he refused to let the welling tears fall.
'I'm doing this because I want to.'
A somewhat melancholic session of self-rationalization had arrived.
These were times too painful to endure with a clear mind, so Crow desperately tried to reshape his self-image and compromise with reality.
'Sex feels good anyway. No need to get beaten. And it guarantees safety for Lily and me.'
He recalled the irresponsible adage: if you can't avoid it, enjoy it. It suited him perfectly, a man with nothing to his name.
'These drugs are just extensions of that. They even help with life in the prison. No one like Creep can touch me under the pretext of pregnancy...'
It didn't disgust him.
Sleeping with villains wouldn't bring divine punishment.
As long as he overlapped bodies with someone, received comfort, and survived inside the prison, that was enough.
He couldn't cling to justice anymore. In the extreme situation facing him and Lily, survival took top priority.
"Ha, ngh..."
But today, in particular, Crow's pained groans echoed loudly. The drugs' effects were too potent for his pitiful body to withstand.
His body and mind burned hot. His heart raced so fiercely it felt like it would burst.
His lower half swelled massively as a result. Despite no stimulation, his cock twitched and leaked precum uncontrollably. Unable to cope, Crow lay alone, sleepless and suffering.
He had to relieve the erection somehow. Muttering uncharacteristic curses, he rose and headed straight to the bathroom, dropping his pants.
If he woke someone and got caught, things could go south. He needed to handle it quietly and quickly.
The slick sounds of flesh moving rippled across the tile floor. His desperate masturbation was yielding results.
"Ngh...!"
But an unexpected variable arose. Was the aphrodisiac too strong? Every movement of the skin on his cock brought terrifying waves of pleasure.
Surpassing the usual stimulation from vaginal pressure or grip, it exploded into a dizzying, mind-melting bliss.
"..."
Thus, with one hand clamped over his mouth, Crow struggled on with his right hand.
Cold sweat dripped. The unfamiliar ecstasy clouding his head, combined with the fear of discovery, drove him mad.
Getting caught like this would be disastrous. He couldn't even dream of resisting, and in this hypersensitive state, he doubted he could stay sane if cornered.
Thud, thud—
But mischievously, footsteps approached from afar.
Crow hurriedly tried to cover his dripping lower half with underwear and pants, but
his cock, now delivering extreme pleasure beyond normal limits, sent jolting electric signals from the mere touch of fabric.
"Hngh..."
A groan escaped through his fingers. He quickly clamped down again, cutting it short, but whoever was outside likely heard his voice.
The footsteps paused briefly, then grew clearer and closer. Crow staggered to his feet to escape the bathroom, but
"Ngh!"
he collided with her before reaching the door.
The impact alone was too much stimulation; Crow collapsed to his knees.
But before his butt hit the floor,
a strong grip on his forearm kept him from falling completely.
"Haa, hng..."
Breathing raggedly, Crow looked up at the woman. His shaken, vulnerable mental state showed plainly on his face.
"It's you."
Yet all his anxiety and worry evaporated in an instant at that short voice and familiar face.
Clutching a pack of cigarettes and a peculiar lighter in one hand, Scardi easily supported Crow's weight.
"You look awful."
She was always there. Whenever things seemed truly dangerous, Scardi appeared like a hero, bringing relief. The timing matched uncannily well.
Even that fact infuriated him, making him feel insignificant, flooding him with anger and anguish simultaneously.
But still, Crow leaned on Scardi's sturdy frame. Wrapping his arms around her waist for support, he slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
"Rin, call a guard. Send him to the infirmary or something."
"No! No..."
Crow didn't need the infirmary. It was for fixing things, not resurrecting what was already shattered and scattered.
"I-It's... f-fine... Just... k-keep... others... out..."
Trusting Scardi, he headed back to the toilet. If anything, he felt even more at ease now to continue masturbating.
No one would barge in anymore. At least, he wouldn't be forced.
"Hng, ngh..."
So he slowly peeled off his underwear,
sat leaning against the toilet,
and continued his agonizing masturbation with numb fingertips.
Chasing mental depravity and the brink of pleasure he could never reach alone,
Crow gripped his cock with a decadent expression indistinguishable from tears or rage.
"..."
Scardi sat on the adjacent toilet, silently lighting a cigarette. Her eyes fixed on the swollen tip of Crow's cock and the glistening precum beading there.
"At that rate, it'll take over two hours."
Crow knew it too. To relieve the erection, he'd need to ejaculate a few times thoroughly and then rest.
But it felt too good,
and shaking faster just a bit more might shatter his mind,
so his remaining reason and morals rejected pursuing such ruthless pleasure.
"Move."
"W-Wait, just a sec..."
Thus, Scardi hugged him from behind and
lent a hand with one of hers.
Soft and gentle, yet
imbued with reliable strength and resolve.
And with it,
along with the intense pleasure that snapped his sanity, Crow's reason broke.