Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Friendship
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I'm putting every ounce of effort into suppressing my erection, but the truth is, the dick isn't exactly a body part that listens so obediently.
It can spring up even in your sleep, panting away, or get excited from the slightest stimulation, leaving me in a real bind.
But right now, it has to hold out.
There's that old saying, isn't there? Something about guys ruining their lives by swinging their stick the wrong way...
It's spot on. Give in to a moment of lust, and you'll face irreversible consequences.
Gulp—
I hear another swallow. Not sure if it's from the left or even further over.
I crack my eyes open through the cascading shampoo, taking a peek at the women. Every single one has her head poked out, staring blankly as the water hits her.
Not a one is properly washing herself. They can't miss out on this rare spectacle, it seems.
"Hey, m-move over..."
"You move...!"
Some are even bickering to claim a better view. All to get a glimpse of my lower half, obscured by the perfect angle.
Arousal Points: 49
Overall Rating: The women are pitiful! Aren't you too attractive!?
The points I spent on Hayes have nearly refilled already. And they're still ticking up in real time, one by one. By the end of the shower, I might hit around 55.
But there's no time to celebrate the piling Arousal Points.
Images of the other squadmates' naked bodies keep flashing in my mind. Honestly, unless you're a eunuch, you can't just ignore bodies that perfect staring you in the face.
Smooth skin and wet hair,
Water droplets tracing curves from top to bottom...
No.
I can't think about it.
I've only got one body, but there are at least fifteen women here. If the disaster I fear happens, I'd be fucking nonstop just to get through the day until I leave this training center.
That might not sound so bad,
but I need to be more careful before swinging my dick around.
If I end up never getting home like this, I'll regret it someday.
The first few days might be great. Living it up fucking among all these pretty girls...
But think about it.
No ramen, no kimchi, no cola, no mom, dad, or friends. Everything I've known my whole life, gone forever.
Could I really abandon it all for my short, intense lust?
Could that fleeting desire fill the void of all those losses?
So, no getting hard.
Absolutely not.
Please...
Throb!
But against my desperate pleas,
blood starts rushing down there bit by bit.
My instincts scream: in a few dozen seconds, the limp guy below will rise up proud and erect.
Cold sweat drips down. I have no idea how to fix this.
The Arousal Points shop has no "Erection Release" skill. Everything's for happy times with women. No way out of this mess.
"Ah, ugh!"
I have to hide it somehow.
I drop the soap with a splat on the floor and flop down to grab it, covering my lower half.
"It, it fell... Ah, haha! Where'd it go?"
This stupid stunt won't help.
It's just drawing all their eyes to me, pure aggro.
"No! It's fine! I'll get it! Everyone, hurry and wash up. Shower time's short...!"
Cornered, my brain refuses to turn.
In my wavering vision, clueless what to do,
my lower half throbs harder and harder.
Everywhere I look is women. The kind you wouldn't even see in porn...
Pussy... won't see...
Pussy...
Fuck...
It's all pussy...
Nosebleed's coming any second. The girls sense something's off, tilting their heads and staring right at me.
How ridiculous must I look, fumbling for soap in the shower corner, babbling nonsense.
Just a slight angle shift,
and they'd see my rock-hard cock.
...Maybe I should just go for the storm of sex right here.
Since I was born a man,
an unforgettable orgy party might make a pretty decent ending.
"Soap's here."
Right before I give up,
a familiar voice cuts through the shower spray into my ears.
The woman who never repeats herself.
A low tone for a woman, yet laced with an elegance that quietly scratches at my heart.
Mino.
She's standing stock-still just to my right, after I crawled near the wall pretending to look for soap.
"Uh...?"
Even with my tense brain, I instantly get her intent.
To help me,
to block the other women's views,
she's moved the soap I dropped to her side.
"Ah, y-yeah...!"
As I scramble to snatch the soap, Mino shields me from the others' gazes.
Her shapely hips and heavy breasts guard my vulnerable spot. The women shift their heads awkwardly, trying other angles, but now they can't see my lower half anymore.
But this first aid won't fully save me. It'll take a few more minutes to go down...
"Don't be gross. Cover up and wash."
Mino tosses her spare training pants over me—the ones she brought to change into.
The floor's soaked,
and shower water's pouring right at me, but...
"This is the army. Not a red-light district."
Mino spits harsh words at me on purpose while focusing on washing herself.
She's not great with words,
hates stepping forward,
can't even curse properly.
Yet she musters courage from the floor to help me.
Aw—
Sighs erupt around us.
She cut off their good show so abruptly.
"Ah, fuck..."
Even profanity flies from up front. But no one's bold enough to call out Mino directly; no one's that reckless.
Everyone in the training center watches Mino with uncanny caution.
She's big-built, sure,
and has that intimidating aura, yeah, but...
Mino has a strength beyond that. An indescribable, overwhelming presence. Maybe that's the [mana] people from this world talk about.
Or killing intent?
Something like that.
But I know Mino's hidden side.
She's no different from the other women in stature. We're all just human, slaves to our desires and instincts.
Sitting below Mino's knees, I catch a subtle scent teasing my nose.
Nothing like shampoo or soap. More primal, yet sweetly tugging at a man's heart...
"Ah..."
I realize what it is.
Even without beastkin sensitivity, men and women sense each other's natural scents clearly.
Nothing like Hayes' vulgar squirting show. This secretion feels different.
Warming gradually,
stirring sweet fantasies...
Can't be fully masked even by the water running down her body.
Like my swollen cock, beyond my control,
Mino's body honestly reveals its own cravings.
But she doesn't pounce on me.
Doesn't stare like the others, doesn't treat me like a sex toy.
Still, she struggles to swallow her thicker saliva.
Can't hide her flushed face,
or control the thick wetness pooling below.
For twenty-somethings in their sexual prime,
enduring this situation is pure torment.
"..."
It's driving me crazy.
More stimulation hits below.
Gratitude brings tears up top,
but down there, oblivious to my feelings, it throbs in intoxication with Mino's honesty.
I don't know why Mino's here or her backstory, or what she'll do next.
But a few things are certain.
Her bobbed hair suits her better than anyone, she's stunningly pretty—too much for me to even approach—and she has that flawless, voluptuous figure without a single flaw.
But most importantly,
she believed I'm from another world and treats me without discrimination.
In this otherworld life with few to rely on,
Mino feels like someone I can lean on a bit.
"...Sorry. I'll wash and return these later."
"Forget it."
I pull on Mino's training pants and head back to my showerhead.
The mood has cooled off. The strip-club heat inside has been doused with cold water, a new silence settling in.
But amid it all, just two of us breathe heavily, far hotter than before.
Mino cooling off with cold water in the corner,
and me, barely concealing my explosively swollen cock thanks to the baggy pants.
Today, too, we etch a promise between us.
A naughty, painful moment,
but here, our friendship takes root.