## Chapter 83 – Familiar Sensation
At dawn, Number 25 woke up, got up from the floor as usual, put on his shabby coat, and headed out of the tower.
With the gradually sinking moonlight and the chilling air, Number 25 pulled his coat tightly around himself, feeling the cold.
Leaving the tower, he stared blankly at the sky, a spear slightly taller than him already in his hand.
A spear made from sturdy wood that only grows in District 2 for the shaft.
He had used it the longest because it had never broken, and more than anything, it was one of the best weapons for Number 25, who was short.
Today’s hunt wasn’t against a powerful monster like yesterday, so Number 25 yawned and moved with a relaxed demeanor, showing no signs of tension.
Holding the end of the handle, the sharply honed spear tip scratched the damp ground as he dragged it along, leaving traces.
After entering the forest, Number 25 became more cautious. His lips, which had been constantly yawning, had long been tightly shut, and his gray eyes were quietly lowered like those of an experienced hunter stalking prey.
Number 25 knelt slightly, found footprints leading through the bushes, and cautiously began to track them.
They were quite large footprints. Not comparable to the one he hunted yesterday, but enough to make him think that his expectation of an easy hunt was off.
The pungent smell of blood stimulated his nose; the target was not far away.
Following the monster’s droppings and the bloodstains of the animals it had hunted, Number 25 was finally able to reach an open space created by fallen giant trees.
Despite crawling on all fours, it was easily taller than an adult, its muscles twitching with every head bob as it tore at the carcass, and thick veins bulging visibly over them.
Overall, it resembled a tiger, but the thorns protruding from its back and the huge fangs extending downward clearly revealed that it was a monster.
The monster, which had been devouring a freshly caught deer, quickly turned its head at the rustling sound, its eyes filled with vigilance as it saw Number 25 boldly revealing himself.
Its ferocious red eyes were fixed on Number 25.
By now, the monster’s instincts would be issuing a warning.
That the being in front of it was not its match.
But by the time it realized that, it was already too late.
“Sorry.”
With a brief apology, Number 25 gripped the spear tightly in his hand without any hesitation.
Crackling, blue electricity wrapped around the spear.
The monster’s eyes widened at the sight of the electricity, which began to rampage like a beast that had lost its reason.
The moment the monster rose to its feet to escape.
Thwack!
The spear, launched with a thunderous sound, pierced the monster’s heart with flashes of light like tree roots.
Blood streamed from the monster’s mouth, and it alternately looked at the hole in its chest and Number 25, who had delivered its end.
It turned around as if belatedly trying to escape, taking about three steps, but that was the last gesture the monster made in its life.
Thud – Number 25, who had approached the monster lying on the bushes with a thud, offered a silent prayer as always.
As usual, Rowe arrived as he dragged the monster’s corpse and threw it into a pit with a familiar gesture.
Rowe watched Number 25 patting his hands and opened her mouth as if praising him.
“It’s not even sunrise yet… you’re working hard from dawn….”
“It’s better to cut the monsters off before they get too big.”
The growth rate of monsters was incomparable to that of humans.
If the monster Number 25 had just hunted had been given just a day or half a day, it would likely have appeared much stronger than the monster he had faced yesterday.
Until he achieved his goal of returning to District 7, Number 25 was unwilling to have his safety threatened by external dangers.
“Yeah… you’re right. These children are pitiful creatures who need someone to end their lives….”
With those words, Rowe took Number 25 back to the tower.
As Number 25 walked behind her, matching her pace, Rowe’s words from yesterday came back to him vividly.
Those thoughts continued until just before entering the tower, and Number 25 came to a conclusion as an escape.
Yeah, it must have been a joke.
Rowe, who is walking ahead even now, isn’t showing any reaction, isn’t it the same flow as usual?
Number 25 felt lighter than yesterday and entered her room, intending to draw blood as usual.
Rowe, who came to the room, sat down on the chair and immediately got to the point.
As expected, good things didn’t happen easily.
“You remember what I said yesterday, right?”
The words that stole away the vain hope that Number 25 had briefly held turned his vision black.
He sighed deeply and nodded. The atmosphere reeked of reluctance from his gestures, but Rowe didn’t care.
“First, take off all your clothes.”
Now that things had come to this, there was no choice. He couldn’t afford to displease her.
Number 25 began to unbutton his top one by one, and soon, with a small sound, the top he had been wearing fell to the floor.
He then took off his pants and was about to take off his underwear and become completely naked when he asked back as if making a last-ditch resistance.
“A, are you really going to do it?”
He wanted to act strong, but his voice trembled miserably without him realizing it.
Rowe tilted her head and replied in a tone as if she didn’t understand.
“Then would I do it for fake?”
No further questions were necessary.
Number 25 took off his underwear completely with the feeling of letting things take their course, then put his hands behind his back.
It was the first time he had shown his naked body to Rowe. He was so nervous that he couldn’t even get a proper erection.
She brought her face so close to his dick that he could vividly feel her hot breath, and she kept tilting her head as if she was wondering.
“That’s strange… I definitely heard it was harder than this…?”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Rowe grabbed his balls and moved her fingers delicately one by one as if rolling them inside.
Unlike her expressionless face, Rowe’s touch was gentle and cold enough to send shivers down his spine.
Rowe kept her eyes fixed on his groin and continued to talk to Number 25.
“I might be a little clumsy since it’s my first time… does it feel a little better if I touch you like this…?”
Things were flowing strangely and she was touching his dick, but he had no intention of being played by her.
Number 25 clenched his teeth to prevent his disheveled voice from leaking out and replied in as calm a tone as possible.
“No.”
Contrary to his words, his dick was honest to external stimuli. He couldn’t deny it. Her touch was definitely much better than when he masturbated alone.
Gradually, blood gathered and slowly began to expand, and Rowe’s eyes sparkled when she saw his dick, which had become fully erect and flaunted its majesty.
“I’ve seen it for the first time… so that’s an erect male reproductive organ.”
Rowe carefully stroked his stiff, erect dick that was rising and twitching, with her hand.
Excited emotions flowed through her hand, like a child touching a toy for the first time.
“Keuh…”
She carefully stroked his dick with her hand, and with the other hand, she held a pen and scribbled something on the paper.
He didn’t feel comfortable as if he had become a lab guinea pig. He wanted to tell her to stop right away, but even if he complained to Rowe, who had begun to immerse herself in something, she wouldn’t hear him.
Rowe’s hand holding his dick gained more strength than before, and Number 25 frowned as if in pain from the pressure.
“The strength of the long part is generally hard…”
This time, she showed more delicate movements than before, such as rubbing the tip of the glans with her palm or tapping it with her fingers.
Rowe’s movements, which stimulated only sensitive and pleasant places, were somehow familiar.
Number 25’s waist entrusted itself to pleasure without him knowing it and tried to bounce around on its own.
“This part is a little soft… is this the place called the glans…?”
One difference was that her gestures had no goal of making the other person feel good or ashamed at all.
It was closer to a unilateral experiment with no affection, an extraction solely for her own research.
The black hair that swayed whenever she moved her hand back and forth gave off a sweet scent with a slight mixture of the smell of medicine.
Her huge breasts also swayed softly as if they had their own will in accordance with the movement.
He tried to resist the pleasure in any way he could, but Rowe couldn’t possibly take care of the ejaculation of a test subject or slave one by one.
“How is it, are you a little excited if I do this…?”
Unlike her languid tone, her hands were moving quickly.
Her gestures were accompanied by delicate force control and caressed his entire dick as if savoring it.
Her touch was so skillful that it felt like it was a lie that she had seen a dick for the first time.
“Not at all…”
At first, the dry sound that only scraped against the skin began to make small splashing sounds as it contained the flowing pre-cum.
Rowe let out a small exclamation as if she was curious about the texture of the pre-cum on her hand.
“So liquid really comes out of the male genitals when they’re excited…”
“I, I’m not excited.”
Even if he said that with his dick twitching and his face flushed, it wasn’t convincing at all.
Rowe stared at Number 25 and shook his dick.
Number 25 was already one step closer to her with the gentle caress as if she was caressing a baby.
It was the appearance he wanted more, but it was time to finish soon.
Rowe stopped scribbling on the paper and used both hands for the last time.
“Um… now that the general investigation is over, ejaculate for the last time.”
She shook his dick with one hand and caressed his balls with the other, or slowly rubbed the glans clockwise with her palm, urging him to ejaculate.
Pleasure that was constantly applied to Number 25’s dick without a break.
The amount that his dick could tolerate to hold back ejaculation had long been exceeded.
Number 25 had endured until now with only the mental strength that he couldn’t show an unsightly appearance.
But no matter how big a balloon is, it will eventually burst if you keep putting water in it.
That was the same with Number 25’s dick.
He felt his reason gradually becoming paralyzed.
It’s impossible now. The moment he realized that there was no point in holding back, he felt something hot rising up his urethra.
Perhaps it was the reaction to holding back the pleasure, but even more stimulation than usual covered his body.
At the same time as his vision turned white, Number 25’s dick twitched and spewed out semen.
The semen that poured out with great force dirtied not only Rowe’s slender hands that were holding his dick, but also her clothes.
Rowe didn’t let go of his dick that was continuing to ejaculate as if she was going to take all the remaining semen inside without leaving a single drop.
Rowe, who saw the semen that kept pouring out with a gurgling sound, smiled faintly as if satisfied and barely let go of her hand.
Number 25, who was immersed in the afterglow of ejaculation, sat down on the spot, trembling and only letting out rough breaths soaked in pleasure.
“Haa… haa…”
Rowe, who saw the white semen flowing sticky over her black dress, didn’t change her expression at all and swept all the semen on her body and clothes with her hands and transferred it to the bottle on the desk as it was.
After confirming that the semen was properly contained, Rowe spoke to Number 25, who was catching his breath in front of her.
“Thank you for your hard work… I’ll ask you again next time.”
With those words, Rowe left Number 25 alone and turned her chair around, fixing her gaze on the semen he had just ejaculated.
Shame, futility, anger, and all sorts of negative emotions dominated his body.
There was only one place that was fine even while negative emotions dominated his entire body.
That’s his dick.
It wasn’t that he liked Rowe. Rather, she was one of the people he disliked.
There’s no way I could feel anything from her touch, he had definitely thought that at first.
But the semen he had spewed out with her touch was arguably the best of the ejaculations he had had in the last two years.
Pleasure and satisfaction that cannot be compared to doing it alone.
The joy given by a voluptuous female body, he had just realized that he could get that joy from Rowe as well.
Wasn’t this kind of feeling a pleasure that you couldn’t easily get unless you mixed bodies with someone you loved?
Number 25 didn’t want to admit that fact.
He clenched his teeth so tightly that his fangs dug into his lips, then picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and ran out of the room as if running away.
