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Apocalypse Shelter Manager 181

Apocalypse Shelter Manager 181

Chapter 181 – Dream (2)

The incubator that was attached to the end of the wall had been moved to the center of the room.

Would it be better to describe the incubator as a flower pot that grew a flower bud made of meat?

The stem was short, and the calyx was low. The translucent apricot-colored flower bud was reminiscent of an animal skin and reflected the body beyond it.

That image does not belong to the little girl I saw not long ago.

A body that is round like a fetus. The flower bud that holds it moves like a rocking chair.

Plants or structures made of flesh often appear in movies and games that I enjoy.

However, unlike those flowers, the flesh before my eyes did not make me feel uncomfortable or ugly.

Rather than that, it exuded a strong sense of mystery.

While taking a walk, I felt like I had discovered a bird with colorful feathers that I had never seen before. The kind where you approach silently to see a bird with its head bent, picking its fur with its beak.

But there was one more sense buried beneath the mystery.

It is desire.

Every time I took a step closer, I felt an unknown desire in that incarnation.

When I first saw it, I thought it was just a meaty stem or leaf, but the closer I looked, the more the image of a woman with her mouth wide open came to mind.

The stem supporting the flower bud is reminiscent of loose legs intertwined with each other.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, as if I was mesmerized.

The door to the incubator room was closed.

Because the lighting in the room was weak, there was even deeper darkness, but it felt cozy to me. I am just happy to be able to fully focus on this incarnation.

I stretched out my hand and touched the flower bud. It wasn’t that difficult because the stem was short, and the calyx was low.

Even though the hand touched it carefully, the flower bud twitched as if it was sensitive to external stimulation. Likewise, the female body contained within also briefly trembled.

“It’s warm.”

The light pink petals were filled with warmth. I felt the body temperature and a slight pulsation like a bleeding body.

I once had a chance to touch a pregnant woman’s belly, and it felt much more alive than I felt at that time.

This sense that there is life beyond the palm of your hand. It is incomparably stronger than that of a pregnant woman’s fetus.

In the dark, the reddish color of the flower buds seemed more emphasized, and lines that looked like thin blood vessels were also revealed.

I stroked the surface again. Then goosebumps appeared on the surface of the flower bud, just like human skin.

And somehow I knew that this was not a negative reaction at all.

This incarnation, and the female body submerged within, is enjoying my touch. I can’t express the principle, but I felt that way.

The flower bud flinched every time it stroked the goosebumps.

Sometimes one side of the flower bud was bent, and the movement had a somewhat obscene feel.

It’s like a woman lying naked on a bed, her lower abdomen sinking from the thrill of her lover’s touch.

To me, that reaction was indescribably pleasant. A sense of conquest and satisfaction filled me.

How many minutes have passed? Maybe it’s been over an hour?

I caressed the bud with my palms, arms, chest, neck and cheeks.

The shaking of the flower bud became even louder, and the closed petals at the top slowly opened.

Liquid was flowing out from inside the opening. It would be a substance similar to the artificial amniotic fluid surrounding the female body inside the flower bud.

Artemis’ body inside appears translucent. It was no longer curled up like a fetus.

Do we share sensations with flower buds?

The female body’s legs are wide open and move back and forth according to the shaking of the amniotic fluid.

The longer arms floated near the waist, and the bulging breasts were clearly exposed.

Even though it was visible through a translucent film under dark lighting, I was able to get a premonition of its perfect beauty.

The female body, moving little by little within the flower bud, twitched as if responding to my touch.

“…!”

For a moment, I feel a wetness in my fingertips.

The liquid flowing down from the tip of the flower bud above has already reached here.

When I brought it up to my nose and smelled it, there was an indescribable smell.

The smell is too animal-like to have come from a flower.

It is not fragrant. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s unpleasant, and it’s a smell that makes you uncomfortable if you think about it getting on your clothes.

“Hmm.”

But for some reason, I don’t want to reject it at all. Rather, it brings out the desire to accept it deep in my lungs.

Tung!

I felt a small shock and noise.

The female body inside her flower bud kicked her fleshy walls with her dainty feet. As if the fetus was kicking her pregnant stomach.

The female body in front of her had her hands clasped on her chest and her legs spread out towards me.

Her eyes are closed. Artemis’ golden eyes couldn’t have been covered by such a translucent film or such dark lighting.

“Artemis.”

She didn’t answer.

But you are probably feeling my touch in some form right now. Somehow, I felt like I knew that.

“You’re pretty, but what were you trying to hide?”

As I spoke in a whisper, goosebumps appeared all over the surface of the flower buds again.

“It was a good thing I let you in, right? Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed with you?”

Still she didn’t answer.

Chi-ing.

Instead, she responded with action.

The incubator where flesh and blood was grown. The upper lid was fully opened and flipped open.

A small space was created in a place filled with roots resembling the stems and intestines of the incarnation.

The floor there was like a wall of meat, and thick, soft-looking meat roots rose up, forming a shape similar to a sofa.

I took off my shoes and socks without saying a word. And then I walked into the incubator.

A slap.

The feel of meat against bare feet. It was very strange, but surprisingly it wasn’t unpleasant.

Snap. A slap.

As I walked and arrived at the spot for me, a flower bud was shaking in just the right position right in front of me.

The movement is like begging. As if asking for more touch, as if to continue sharing body heat.

I feel neither hunger nor thirst. Just communicating with Artemis’ sleeping body in this dark space, this incubator.

With that alone, I was satisfied with everything physically and mentally.

As I sat down on the living sofa, a sense of comfort came over me, as if I could be absorbed in it.

I hugged the flower bud in front of me, feeling the roots wrapping around my feet and ankles.

Kissed, stroked, and kissed cheeks.

Then, I felt like I heard a sharp voice accompanied by a trembling vibration.

A leaf crawled up from somewhere and gently closed my eyes.

* * *

Just like that, the scenery surrounding me disappeared.

The taste of the air in the incubator room, the temperature, the faint mechanical sound, and even the pulsation felt in the flesh.

Everything disappeared in an instant.

Even if I open my eyes, I can’t see anything. There is nothing I can hear in my ears, and there is nothing I can smell in my nose.

A space of complete nothingness.

All I can feel is the feeling that my body is floating in something that is slowly flowing.

Seeing as I can’t even feel the clothes covering my body, I guess I’m floating in this unknown space with my bare body.

Is it a dream?

My senses were vivid, but I could tell that this was not a real space. Like a lucid dream.

It is different from muscle strengthening procedures or previous dreams.

The feeling is completely opposite to the rough and vast sea of ​​unconsciousness. This space is much narrower, but feels cozy and warmly embraced.

I feel like I’ve returned to the womb of a mother whose face I don’t even know.

I closed my eyes, which I couldn’t see anyway, and surrendered my body to this quiet space.

Like that, I forget about time and myself and fall asleep.

Then, at some point, I felt a strange sensation.

I opened my eyes, but still couldn’t see anything.

But I could feel a presence floating in front of me.

‘Artemis.’

I knew it instinctively.

Like the anecdote of twins born hand in hand in the same womb, we held hands, wrapped our legs around each other, and buried our faces in each other’s neck.

Even poses that would be difficult in real space were possible in this space without any restrictions.

We spent time feeling each other with our whole bodies.

‘Jinsu.’

Suddenly, the being in front of me, Artemis, spoke to me.

Her voice seems to resonate from brain to brain, rather than through vocal cords.

‘Your extremely advanced body is no longer a simple mammal. A being that can freely cross the border between reality and virtuality without the help of devices. The greatest traveler. Would you say he is the Hermes of the 21st century?’

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth.

This cozy space is so unfamiliar to me, and at the same time, it seems to be completely Artemis’ domain.

‘By the way.’

Her mood changed as she spoke proudly.

‘This libertine.’

She bit my earlobe. Maybe it was a pinch. Since I can’t see anything, I can only guess by feeling.

‘Caressing, smelling, and kissing me with such naughty hands when I was defenseless…’

A strange voice that seems angry, happy, or embarrassed.

‘How far do you plan to embarrass me?’

Her hand touched my lower abdomen.

‘Do you remember this? ‘The biometric safety bar they gave me at the lift.’

Heat began to rise from the lower abdomen where the delicate hands touched with a playful voice.

‘I’ll return it as is.’

The heat that grew uncontrollably contained pleasure at the same time.

‘Mom’s hand is the weak hand~ Mom’s hand is the weak hand~.’

Hand movements that were too lewd to be my mother’s hands swept across my lower abdomen.

Her hand even penetrated the skin of my stomach and entered my body, scattering pleasure. This is possible because it is not a real space.

Her hands, filled with fire and pleasure, moved in and out of my lower abdomen, teasing me, sometimes reaching down to where my prostate was and caressing it as if tickling.

It even climbed up like a snake and grabbed the upright pillar.

Not long after, I felt a flow of pleasure rushing from my lower abdomen like a racing horse.

‘Oh, no!’

The words burst out of my mouth, which had been clogged with an instinctive sense of crisis.

‘Oh! Our Jinsu is talented. ‘I can’t believe I succeeded in speaking in this space without any help.’

She said as if she was surprised.

‘Stop!’

I desperately tried to stop her hands teasing my lower abdomen, but there was no way.

Like a human trying to block the hand of God, all my attempts end in vain.

‘Hmph!’

Artemis took her movements even more erotic with her snorts.

Her hands heat my lower abdomen like the hands of Helios.

A dull pleasure bubbles up like lava.

Every time a bubble burst from the bubbling, the stimulation that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe made me convulse.

Next, rub, scratch, and tap the prostate.

The male core, the fluid contained within, shook like a storm every time her hand passed by. The liquid spread pleasure to all the walls it hit.

The last thing her hand settled on was my pillar.

‘Don’t hold back. Leave everything to me and spit it out to your heart’s content. Make a funny moan, hehe.’

Finally my pleasure reached its limit.

‘Wouldn’t it be fair for you to be embarrassed in front of me at least once?’

On rare occasions, she giggled and laughed frivolously.

I’m crying.

And then the flood exploded.

I’m crying. I’m crying. I’m crying.

This feeling of something being released through the genitals as if a pump were operating in a dream.

This feeling I had long forgotten since my adolescence.

This feeling of feeling pleasure and being fucked at the same time.

‘Damn it…’

I woke up with a violent wet dream.

* * *

“…”

My panties are wet. Even the surrounding pants.

As I removed the warm stems that were wrapped around me and the leaves that were blocking my eyes, I saw the flower buds.

But something is different.

It looked like it was about to burst into full bloom and buds.

When I checked the time, it was early morning and the date had already changed.

Flashing.

Artemis opened her eyes beyond the translucent flower bud.

Her golden eyes stared at me as the membrane and amniotic fluid cleared.

Apocalypse Shelter Manager

Apocalypse Shelter Manager

아포칼립스 셸터 관리자
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
The world is ruinedI am the only remaining resident.However, the world's best artificial intelligence is with me.

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