Chapter 20: Breast milk vs fellatio

A day had passed since we set out following the distress signal.

The winged beasts that had been hunting us were easily dealt with by Levi, and after sunset, the grotesque creatures that appeared couldn’t even get close thanks to the ruins of the old city.

We set up camp in one of the most structurally sound buildings, quiet and cautious.

We’d made it through the day safely.

But Levi kept bringing up that topic whenever she had the chance.

The topic of ‘that white secret sauce’—something only I could make, and only she craved.

That rich, strangely addictive sauce… in other words, a man’s semen.

“Chanwoo, good morning.”

“Yeah, morning.”

“And Chanwoo, you always drink the breast milk I painstakingly extract every night, don’t you?”

“Uh… yeah, I do.”

“So, can’t I enjoy that white sauce with you in the morning? Right by your side?”

The way she phrased it left me with no rebuttal.

‘The thick breast milk she’d been providing me—I’d been drinking it without a second thought, yet I hadn’t given her anything in return.’

The guilt nagged at me a little.

Sure, she’d happily eaten the roasted venison I’d prepared, but meat and sauce were on completely different levels.

‘If anything, mine is the premium one!’

‘Besides, the situation wasn’t ideal.’

‘For us, following the distress signal, even time was a valuable resource.’

‘There was no way I could leisurely drop my pants and feed her my semen right now.’

“Levi, that sauce… takes a while to make.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not like your breast milk, where a little squeeze gets it flowing.”

Levi had been conditioned to lactate with just a slap to her breasts.

But my semen wasn’t so easily summoned—it had class.

It required time and passion to cultivate that deep, rich flavor.

“Once we get back to base, I’ll make as much as you want.”

“Oooh…!”

“But for now, let’s focus on the rescue. If I exhaust myself making it, you’ll be in trouble too, right?”

“…Gulp. Understood. So it’s that precious.”

“Exactly.”

Each drop was a labor of love.

No matter how much Levi craved it, that would have to wait until we returned.

With that settled, I sipped the warm morning breast milk she’d prepared and stretched.

“Alright, shall we get moving?”

“Yes, Chanwoo!”

The distress signal was still blinking.

And so, the two of us set off toward it once more.

***

By noon, the source of the distress signal was nearly within reach.

“According to the world map, we’re about three kilometers away.”

“Really? We’re already that close?”

“Yep. At this pace, we’ll be there in 30 to 40 minutes.”

“That’s much faster than I expected.”

“Yeah, same.”

Our thorough preparations had paid off.

We had plenty of supplies, and despite the ruins, the path was surprisingly clear.

The wild beasts were no match for Levi, a combat-unit android, and we easily avoided the grotesque creatures that only appeared at night.

We were closing in on our destination faster than anticipated.

“By the way… aren’t you curious about who sent the distress signal?”

“If they have a terminal, it’s likely an android from R.P.M’s 5th Unit or another unit with electrical manipulation capabilities.”

‘One thing was certain: it wasn’t a human.’

The setting of Doll of the Stars was a world hundreds, if not thousands, of years after humanity’s extinction.

As a player who’d been transported into the game, I was the sole exception—a living human.

At this point, no other humans should exist.

Meaning the one who sent the signal… according to the game’s lore, was most likely a ‘high-performance android capable of manipulating electricity.’

‘…Or maybe—’

Rustle.

“?!”

Just then—

“Chanwoo, step back.”

“Levi?”

Levi suddenly stopped, her pupils flickering with a faint light.

In an instant, the air around her fingertips vibrated, and a hazy afterimage shimmered into existence.

A cold, metallic blade began materializing in midair.

‘Hum.’

By the time the sword fully formed in her grip, its edge crackling with electricity, I realized the situation was far from ordinary.

Combat mode.

Her program had switched.

A single possibility flashed through my mind.

‘Is she… doing this because she wants to taste the semen I promised her back at base?’

She was clad in a sleek black bodysuit.

The glossy, skin-tight material clung to her curves without a single gap, shifting like liquid rubber with every movement.

Her toned thighs, slender waist, and gleaming, ample chest—

As she strode toward me with that blank expression, still dressed like that, a chill ran down my spine.

Her cold, emotionless gaze was fixed ahead as she walked toward me, moving like an android obeying commands—yet there was something undeniably sexy about it, so much so that it almost frightened me.

Before I knew it, I stood frozen in place, staring blankly.

Suppressing an indecent reaction rising in my lower half, Levi remained silent, lightly raising her sleek blade.

Another surge of electricity crackled at her fingertips.

Zap!

A luminous slash cut through the air, heading straight for the wall of an old building beside us.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Levi answered curtly, then slowly lowered her blade as sparks flickered along its edge.

The building struck by the slash—a crumbling ruin covered in withered vines—stood still for a brief moment before collapsing helplessly.

***

Boom… Boom… Boom…

Slowly, inevitably, like an unstoppable fate.

From within the melancholic cloud of debris came a rustling sound—followed by a shriek.

“Kyaaah?!”

“…Se-Serika?!”

Cutting through the dust, a slender, catlike silhouette tumbled out before landing gracefully atop the pile of rubble, her movements smooth and elegant.

Under the faded sky, standing atop the wreckage with poised elegance—it was Serika.

“Serika? Wait, is that the android who allegedly tried to ‘assault’ you, Chanwoo?!”

“…Huh?”

‘Assault? That’s not how it happened. Back then, it was just mutual attraction—things escalated naturally. And it wasn’t even penetration, just oral! Where did the word “assault” even come from?’

Ignoring my thoughts, Levi coldly declared, “Target entity designated as ‘Threat Level 1.’”

“Serika isn’t some monster! Levi, calm down for a second!”

“How dare you treat me like that?!”

Serika, standing atop the rubble, began moving.

Her bodysuit clung flawlessly to her figure, not a speck of dust on it, and her steps carried both precision and feline wildness.

Her playful gaze had vanished, replaced by the instinct to protect something—or someone.

Levi narrowed her eyes, resting a hand on her blade.

The shift into combat mode was unmistakable.

“And for the record, what happened back then was consensual.”

Serika smirked, flicking her words like a challenge.

“If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask ‘our Chanwoo’ yourself?”

“…Final warning. Approach any further, and I will cut you down.”

“Tch. Unbelievable…”

The tension between them thickened, their clashing gazes sparking like flint.

Then, Serika took another step forward, her movements as precise as a drawn line—smooth, agile, catlike.

Finally, she spoke again.

“Then try and stop me! You’re the one who failed to protect him in the first place!”

“…What?!”

The quiet shattered in an instant.

“Chanwoo! Think about it—hasn’t everything been too smooth so far?”

“Huh? Now that you mention it…”

“That’s all because of me! I’ve been silently picking off threats—wild beasts, monsters creeping up at dawn—all of them!”

Looking back, we’d barely used half our supplies, and the path had been almost unnaturally clear. All thanks to Serika’s unseen efforts.

“You couldn’t even guard him properly, and now you’re acting tough?”

Levi’s golden eyes flickered at the taunt.

After a tense pause, she countered.

“…I was fully capable of handling my duties alone!”

“Pfft. Yeah, right.”

Serika scoffed, flipping her hair with exaggerated arrogance.

She subtly straightened her posture, flaunting herself.

“Do you even know who I am? I’m Serika—top graduate of R.P.M’s 162nd class, the genius sniper of the 5th Unit!”

“…And?”

“…Huh?”

“What’s your point?”

Levi’s expression remained blank, her eyes only slightly narrowed.

Serika took a deep breath, puffing her cheeks indignantly.

“What’s your class number? You’re my junior, aren’t you?”

“165th class.”

“Three whole classes below me?! Then you should be saluting your senior—”

“I won’t.”

“…?”

“I don’t want to.”

With that, Levi leaned forward slightly, her face still impassive.

Serika stepped closer too, as if ready to argue.

Then—

Thud.

Their chests collided squarely.

Serika’s lithe, agile frame clashed against Levi’s firm, unyielding posture—neither willing to back down.

Golden and amethyst eyes locked in a fiery standoff.

It was a full-on breast-to-breast confrontation.

“I even gave Chanwoo a blowjob!”

“I… provide morning milk service daily!”

“…Girls, I get it.”

“But are we forgetting about the distress signal?”