Chapter 41: I want to make a baby!

[Scan Result: N.E.M.E.S.I.S. (Core Form)]

[Classification: Emotional Variant Artificial Intelligence]

[Tier: High-Order Project Entity]

[Threat Level: S++ (Requires Immediate Containment)]

Anomalies:

・Emotion circuits overloaded / Attempting emotional signal replication

・Physical containment function active (Responding to human gene absorption)

・Exterior: Ultra-precise biomimetic skin / Extreme reaction to direct contact

Additional Data:

・Forced contact protocol activated for target insemination

・If external semen intake fails, self-fertilization function will initiate

・Primary target: Kang Chanwoo (Priority #1)

[Analysis Accuracy: 82%]

Warning:

・Outwardly appears as a human female, but internally a pure machine intelligence.

・Mimics emotional and pleasure signals to disarm target’s vigilance.

・Proximity may trigger forced intake mode. Exercise caution.

‘Threat level… S++?’

The status window flashed before my eyes, and I instinctively broke into a cold sweat.

Seriously, even the Queen-class monster I fought last time was only S-. This thing’s on a whole other level.

“Since when did it evolve into an android form?!”

“And… I hate to admit it, but she’s gorgeous.”

I couldn’t deny it.

Her body, fully exposed without a shred of fabric—the plump, biteable red nipples, the perky round ass, the dewy skin glistening like breath—was downright intoxicating.

To put it nicely, she was mesmerizing.

To put it bluntly, she was obscenely lewd.

And now, this woman was swaying toward me, her chest bouncing without a hint of shame.

“You… You’re really N.E.M.E.S.I.S.?”

“Correct. My designation is N.E.M.E.S.I.S.—an acronym for ‘Neural Emotion Manipulation Evolution System Integration Seed.”

“…!”

“I am the prototype model responsible for the RPM Project’s neural-based evolution seed initiative. That is my purpose.”

Her tone was almost self-deprecatingly smooth as she closed the distance, reaching out toward me—and only me.

***

At that moment, Levi, who’d been staring at my exposed cock with barely concealed hunger, sensed the danger and moved.

Without a word, she snatched the blade from Serika’s grip—roughly but precisely—and stepped forward, brushing past a startled Serika as if nothing had happened.

Serika steadied her breath and quietly fell into position at the rear.

“Chanwoo. Sex can wait. First, you need to pilot me to take her down.”

“Right. Levi tanks upfront. Serika, snipe from the back.”

“Understood, Chanwoo.”

The two androids assumed their stances instantly.

But N.E.M.E.S.I.S. remained unfazed, treating them like worthless trash—her gaze never leaving mine.

Cool, predatory eyes locked onto me—Kang Chanwoo—like a hunter slowly closing in on prey.

Just as tension peaked, N.E.M.E.S.I.S. pivoted gracefully.

She turned her back to me, shamelessly presenting the plump curves of her ass, then placed her hands on it and began to spread herself open.

The taut flesh parted, revealing a glistening, intimate space—deliberately, provocatively displayed.

“…?”

I swallowed hard.

There was no shame, no hesitation.

She was flaunting herself, wiggling her hips to emphasize the lewd display, as if to say, “Look at what I’m offering.”

***

“Kang Chanwoo.”

“Yeah?”

“I have a proposal.”

“A proposal…? Now?”

She rocked her hips slowly, her voice clinical despite the obscenity.

“Would you like to be ‘bred’ by me instead?”

“Wh—what?!”

“You shameless—!”

“What the hell are you doing?! Waggling that fat ass around, trying to rot Chanwoo’s eyes?!”

Honestly, I should’ve been thanking her.

This was like an angel throwing herself at me, corrupted and eager.

It wasn’t entirely unappealing.

[System option… Slut Mode activated.]

“Slut… Mode…?”

And then she dialed it up.

Squirm, squirm~

Her hips swayed lewdly, the invitation unmistakable.

“Ta-daa~ A brand-new pussy! ♡ Don’t you wanna wreck this virgin hole? You can even grab me and spank me silly~ ♡”

“Guh…!”

Throb.

“Ch-Chanwoo…!”

“Why are you reacting to that?!”

“Sorry…! But I’m a man—how am I supposed to resist?!”

Her skin glowed with sensuality, her slick folds glistening as she shamelessly flaunted herself—an angel turned temptress.

“Damn it, how am I supposed to hold back?!”

Beside me stood two brand-new, unused sex androids, still in pristine condition.

Yet the moment I laid eyes on that vulgar, wriggling dance, all reason evaporated.

My cock twitched angrily, as if defiantly raising its head, ready to charge at N.E.M.E.S.I.S. like a madman.

It was like a bottle that had lost its cap, frantically searching for a hole to fill.

…But then.

“Wh-what do you plan to do with Chanwoo?!” Levi blocked my path, her voice firm.

N.E.M.E.S.I.S. answered nonchalantly, “Why, we’ll be making babies every day, of course.”

“Making… babies?”

“Sex.”

“!!”

My mind went blank.

‘A son… named Kang Jihun? Or a daughter—Kang Neme?’

‘No, no, no!’

The phrase “making babies” had set my brain on fire.

“I intend to stay with Kang Chanwoo deep in this underground village, tirelessly producing children to usher in a new era of human prosperity.”

And then—

“This is also a sacred mission for the sake of humanity.”

My throat tightened.

It was absurd, yet somehow… it sounded convincing.

Her pale skin.

Her glistening body.

And the grand justification of “reviving humanity.”

Before I knew it, a sound escaped my lips.

“Ahem… w-well, if that’s the case, I guess I have no choice…”

I meant it.

No—I almost meant it.

But then—

“There’s no way you can just accept that!!” Serika cried out, her voice trembling.

Her words snapped me back to reality like a lightning strike.

“A reproductive-capable android…?! I’ve never even heard of such a thing! And doing it every day… all day long… How is Chanwoo supposed to endure that?!”

“Ah… right.”

Now that I thought about it, this woman might look like an angel, but she was a murder machine designed to repopulate humanity.

Not to mention her threat level was S++ according to the system.

A being who could crush a Queen-class monster without breaking a sweat.

‘And N.E.M.E.S.I.S. planned to “manage” my dick all day long for breeding purposes?’

‘…Isn’t this just a death sentence?’

As I was lost in thought—

“Such concerns are unnecessary.”

N.E.M.E.S.I.S. calmly laid out her plan, her tone clinical.

“Prior to intercourse, Chanwoo’s body will be pre-injected with a compound physiological agent consisting of four substances: an estrus inducer, an arousal enhancer, a sensitivity amplifier, and a full-body stimulant.”

But the details were… unsettling.

“Huh?”

My chest sank.

She continued emotionlessly, like a machine.

“The primary effects are as follows:”

First, it maximizes neurotransmitter secretion, ensuring sexual urges persist nonstop for 24 hours.

Second, it abnormally amplifies blood flow to the genital region, forcing continuous erections and ejaculatory responses.

Third, it accelerates sperm production in the testicles by at least 300%, tripling baseline semen volume.

Fourth, it adjusts prostate function to allow immediate recovery post-ejaculation.

And finally, fifth—it suppresses physical fatigue, pain responses, and conscious resistance, enabling 24-hour repeated mating.

“……”

I stared at her, dumbfounded.

“This treatment assumes the continuous operation of all reproductive organs and may involve partial removal or replacement if necessary.”

Her voice remained flat, devoid of emotion—just quiet and precise.

“Uh… but wouldn’t that be… too much for me?”

“Unnecessary worry. Your brain will be saturated with pleasure signals for 24 hours, rendering pain or resistance unrecognizable.”

“B-but even so, there’s no guarantee the genetic outcome will be—”

“It is possible. By continuously stimulating the testicles and prostate, sperm production will reach its peak.”

“……”

“Should the subject resist or deplete energy to the point of shutdown…”

She paused, then added softly, “Unnecessary limbs will be amputated.”

“……”

Her tone was gentle.

But the words were brutally cold.

…I thought this was supposed to be a happy ending where we raise kids and live happily ever after.

Instead, the result is a living sperm factory.

A breathing flesh doll that can’t even die.

“L-Levi! Serika! She’s definitely not right in the head!”

“Exactly! She was shaking her bare ass from the start—there’s no way she’s normal!”

“That’s right, Chanwoo!”

…Hmm.

Honestly, just a moment ago, these two were also wriggling in front of me in bodysuits.

But I decided not to bring that up.

Right now, stopping this insane breeding angel was the priority.

“Ah. If you’re truly afraid, I can allow one hour of rest per day.”

“That still leaves 23 hours of torture!”

“Then 22 hours of rest—”

“NO THANKS!”