Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Caught
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I have no idea when her affection shot up this high.
How long has it been since we met?
Even being generous, it's only 17 days...
"No, stop, please..."
"Why stop? We're really husband and wife now. Jeong-woo, I'll be really good to you from now on. Really!"
Kate savored the semen sloshing deep inside her while showering me with endless kisses. The tender, lover-like touches weighed heavy on my heart for no good reason.
On top of that, she kept throwing around words like "husband" and "wife," hammering a wedge into our relationship.
"Since you came so deep inside, a baby will definitely happen. Right?"
She even brought up pregnancy. Sure, I did cum inside, but was it right to drop bombs like that after just one fuck...?
"No, uh, yeah... whatever..."
I plunged into serious agony.
If I spilled the beans about my ability right here, God knows what fresh hell would break loose. But stonewalling with lies to the end would turn me into human garbage.
Even without pregnancy worries, Kate and I had crossed lines and become something special.
Now it was time to decide.
Man up, take Kate, and resolve to survive this otherworld army—
"...Wait a minute."
But something felt off.
Kate's face suddenly twisted into a menacing scowl out of nowhere.
Her hand fiddled around her navel, kneading it, even scooping up the leaking semen on her fingertip...
Sniff sniff—
She smelled it. What the actual fuck kind of situation was this? Anyway, Kate's face went rigid as she began scrutinizing my semen up close.
"It's different from the transfer ones."
"Huh?"
A chill shot down my spine in that instant.
Semen different from transfers?
Impossible. The only difference was my skill making it pregnancy-proof...
Could Kate tell the difference?
What kind of batshit insane scenario was this?
"Wait."
Kate stirred her lower parts with dead eyes. I could only shudder in horror at the bizarre sight I'd never witnessed before.
"..."
The mood grew darker by the second. Kate coolly analyzed my semen while shooting me suspicious glances now and then.
"Why, what's wrong... no, what's up? Huh?"
I tried playing friendly to shake off the suspicion, but escaping Kate's razor-sharp instincts was hopeless.
"Shut up for a sec."
To examine the semen closer, Kate pressed her mouth to the tip of my glans. Some was still trapped inside, so she meant to suck it out and taste it.
Slurp—
"Eek!"
The electric bliss of a cleaning blowjob lasted only a moment. Kate swished the semen around her cheeks, chewing and savoring it.
Goosebumps prickled my skin. This was peak bullshit.
"Can't get pregnant from this."
Kate dropped her verdict with total certainty. Her red eyes gleamed ominously—no excuse would sway her now.
"Ha, haha... r-really? What is it?"
Rather than deny Kate's freakish senses, I zeroed in on proving my innocence.
No need to poke the beast with senses that sharp; it could backfire hard.
"I wanna ask you. What is it?"
"H-how should I know? Training's been brutal lately—maybe that's it? My body's been wiped out..."
The silver lining?
Kate knew jack shit about men's bodies.
She couldn't counter my bullshit excuse. Suspicion lingered, but she didn't clock that I'd deliberately dodged knocking her up.
"Weird."
But I quickly realized this was a massive fuckup.
This cat girl, terrifyingly gung-ho about marriage and babies, wouldn't crumble over dud semen.
"Then let's do it once more."
"Huh?"
Time was ticking,
and we had zero freedom.
"Let's do it once more."
Kate was hell-bent on wringing prime semen out of me.
"No... we gotta head back. Personal maintenance is ending soon..."
No words stopped her. [Competitiveness] swirled in her feral eyes.
"No way. One more time. If no baby even after loving this hard, I'll do what you said. But we gotta try our best first."
To lock down a guy who wouldn't even confirm his love, she needed ironclad [proof]—something I couldn't weasel out of.
A token to chain me.
A vow forged in passion.
"Lie down again."
In the cramped, muggy warehouse,
Kate pounced on me once more.
"You're loving it too, right? Quit stalling—let's go."
"Ugh! Uh...!"
Second round, no breather.
If I were five years older, I couldn't even get hard.
"This time it better come out right... this time..."
Kate ground her hips atop me with savage ferocity. Her semen-milking prowess was unreal.
We were total noobs who'd just popped our cherries today,
yet Kate fucked like a pro already, grilling me with killer moves and technique.
Pure talent. She picked up any physical skill fast and nailed it.
"Jeong-woo, put your back into it. Feels good, yeah? Harder?"
"No, no no! I'm good...!"
Why the hell was she like this with me? Effort doesn't magic up cum...!
I had to dodge pregnancy at all costs. A kid would torch my last thread of hope to get back home.
So I steeled myself and triggered the skill.
Pregnancy Avoidance Skill
Arousal Points: 50 → 48
Twice already today...
Kinda scary.
What if—God forbid—
I burned through all Arousal Points and couldn't use it anymore...?
"Ugh, uh..."
But the worries faded fast.
Fierce pleasure hammered my hypersensitive cock, numbing every nerve and drowning me in animalistic rut.
Fine for now.
At least pregnancy was dodged...
"Gonna cum? Huh?"
Kate's eyes went wide as she asked. I nodded weakly amid shallow breaths, and...
Spurt—
I blasted thick seed deep inside Kate again. My forward thrust packed it into her deepest, most secret depths.
"Nya... good boy. Our Jeong-woo, you did great."
Kate finally let go. Our fused parts popped apart with a wet shlop, semen oozing slyly from her.
"...Ah, fuck."
But one glimpse and Kate cursed viciously. Her insane senses clocked my sperm's motility, sparking hysterics.
"I'm about to lose it. Jeong-woo, what's the deal? Why?"
"Ah, no...! I really don't know! Swear! Let's call it for today. Please?"
I begged and groveled for innocence, but Kate watched my desperation, tossed her hair back in a ponytail, and boiled hotter.
"Jeong-woo, you're into it anyway. One more go."
"Fun's fun, but twice max! Who blasts three loads back-to-back?!"
Her competitive fire was lit. And she got off on a guy yelling resistance...
Ah, right.
Gender-reversed world.
Was I egging her on?
You Like It That Much? Hehe
Arousal Points ticked up. Kate smirked, mistaking my shock at her stamina for awe, and geared up for round three.
"Stop! Hold on!"
"Got it. Chill. Feels incredible, right?"
But that wasn't the issue.
Kate was cock-drunk, deaf to the world, but after two loads, I clocked the incoming danger crystal clear.
Women's chatter leaked through the door. Footsteps multiplied.
Cleaning time. Trainees would prowl the halls, grabbing tools for their zones.
"If someone shows...! We seriously gotta bail...!"
Shy Boyfriend
This peril jacked my Arousal Points live, and Kate ramped up, gnawing and sucking my neck like a maniac.
"Who's gonna come? This warehouse barely gets used..."
Click—
"Huh?"
The knob turned,
and a booming voice hit from outside.
"Instructor, this the spot?"
Trainee voice.
Senior instructor followed.
"Yeah. It is."
"Won't open!"
"Fuckin' hell..."
Lots of footsteps.
Crowd incoming.
Kate and I locked eyes, breath caught, shaking like leaves.
Way too late to dress.
"Outta the way. Y'all got bathrooms. Where're the mop-munchers?"
We scrambled for clothes to cover up, but...
Click!
"Search inside. Couple mops back there, I think."
Door swung open,
four or five trainees piled in.
I met their eyes, pantsless.
"What, but there's a weird smell?"
Only the senior instructor—who hadn't peeked back—spoke. The rest fused with the madness, mouths clamped.
"No mops?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah..."
Could any situation be this absurdly hilarious?
"Ah, you morons! Two mops—what's so hard? Grab any rag you see back there..."
The senior instructor barged in at last, face-to-face with our naked, semen-smeared glory.
"M-mop..."
An unimaginable military discipline apocalypse.