Chapter 21: Let’s not fight and get along well
by fnovelpia
Two women—no, two androids—were growling at each other, their chests pressed together.
Frankly, it was hotter than I’d imagined.
The curves visible through their form-fitting bodysuits, the way their bodies pressed so close they seemed to meld together… Every time their silhouettes strained against each other, I wanted to bury my hardening cock into that hidden softness.
This wasn’t a cold standoff between combat androids.
It felt more like watching some kind of sexy photoshoot unfold right in front of me.
Of course, my instincts reacted quietly.
Throb.
My pants stirred dangerously, that useless pride of mine making its presence known regardless of the situation.
But now wasn’t the time to get lost in those thoughts.
“Levi! Serika! Both of you, stop fighting!”
“Ch-Chanwoo!”
“But Chanwoo, this android started it—!”
“Enough. Why are we even here in the first place?”
“…!”
“…!”
My gaze shifted to the crackling tension between their pressed chests.
“Right now, somewhere in these ruins, the android who sent us that distress signal is trembling in fear.”
“Th-that’s right!”
“Serika, you followed that signal too, didn’t you?”
“Yes! I’m from the 5th Unit, so I can receive transmissions. I was tracking the signal when I… happened to find you, Chanwoo.”
“…What? Earlier, you made it sound like you’d been following me the whole time. So it was just a coincidence?”
“W-well, that’s—!”
“Stop. Just stop.”
My head throbbed from the bickering.
This wasn’t just oil and water—it was coolant and perilla oil.
Two beings who should never mix, sparking flames over the same man.
“Fighting like this is pointless.”
Slowly, carefully, I stepped between them.
The gap was narrow—dangerously so.
And then—grab.
“?!”
“Ah…!”
My hand slid into the crevice between their chests.
Soft.
Without meeting their eyes, I pushed my hand deeper into that valley, even leaning in to press my face between them.
The two androids, who had been as sharp as blades, froze instantly.
“Here, let me hold your hands too.”
I took Levi’s hand in my left and Serika’s in my right.
It felt like being a mediator raising a truce flag between two warring nations.
“Let’s stop. We’re on the same side.”
“B-but she started it…!”
Serika’s lips jutted out in a pout, her eyes narrowed in displeasure.
Like a cat unable to retract its claws, her grumbling was written all over her face.
“…Understood. If it’s Chanwoo’s order.”
Levi, on the other hand, gripped my hand firmly without hesitation.
True to her loyal knight persona, her eyes held unwavering devotion.
The warmth from their hands felt impossibly human—so soft it was dizzying.
And with their bodies still pressed close, their breasts swaying slightly against my arms… ‘What man could keep his cool in a situation like this?’
I patted Levi’s head.
“Levi… Thanks for always being by my side.”
“…Thank you, Chanwoo!”
That one short phrase made her eyes sparkle like a puppy wagging its tail.
Belatedly, Serika puffed her cheeks and stomped over, her expression still prickly.
But her steps were undeniably those of a cat finally lowering its guard.
“I-I won’t fight either. Happy now?”
“…Yeah. Good girl, Serika.”
“It’s just… She was so annoying earlier…”
For a brief moment, the prideful cat hid her claws.
Serika ducked her head slightly, resting it against my shoulder as she muttered:
“…So, pet me too.”
‘…Wasn’t this supposed to be a post-apocalyptic world?’
***
By the time I regained my senses, I was already sandwiched between them, alternating strokes through their hair as I defused the situation.
The last man in a ruined world…
Lately, my job’s gotten… complicated.
“Thanks to me, the two of them didn’t end up fighting.”
Now walking alongside Serika and Levi, I finally took steps toward the source of the rescue signal, which was now right in front of us.
“By the way, how did you know the coordinates of this rescue signal, Chanwoo?” Serika asked as she walked beside me.
Her faintly amethyst eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Huh?”
“Only elite androids like the 5th Unit are issued terminals capable of sending rescue signals. And the coordinate calculations are so complex that it’s nearly impossible for just anyone to track them. Don’t tell me… Levi is an android capable of such intricate current calculations?”
At her words, I instinctively stopped myself from answering.
‘Truthfully, the only reason I could follow the rescue signal was because of the “World Map” system visible only to me—a special ability I gained after being transported into this game-like world. I didn’t need an R.P.M. terminal or current calculations; I’d simply followed the quest-like signal marker on my map.’
“Well, you see—”
Just as I cautiously began to speak, Levi, walking beside me, suddenly squeezed my hand tightly.
“Yes. Recently, our outpost succeeded in producing its own current,” she said calmly, as if it were nothing unusual.
“Current?” Serika turned her head in surprise.
“Yes. All thanks to Chanwoo, who is human.”
As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my hand—a quiet but firm pressure.
A signal to stay silent.
‘I didn’t distrust Serika. If anything, she had already given me far more than I deserved.’
‘That day, in the chaotic, honest, irreversible heat of the moment inside that abandoned building, she had been the one who relieved my throbbing arousal—a precious comrade.’
But… Levi, holding my hand now, was more than that.
She had always quietly stood by my side, squeezing out a warm cup of breast milk for me every morning.
Her touch and warmth conveyed loyalty without words.
That’s why I closed my mouth.
Even if it left a small pang of guilt in my chest, I had no choice but to trust Levi now.
“Then… you’ve noticed something strange about this signal too, right, Chanwoo?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t realized it yet?”
I nodded awkwardly.
In truth, all I could see was a single quest icon floating on my World Map.
Serika paused, studying my reaction before carefully continuing.
“This rescue signal… it’s using a very outdated format.”
“Outdated?”
“Yes. The code ‘1RS4’ is repeating inside the signal. You must’ve seen it somewhere on the screen before.”
At that moment, the letters “1RS4” flashed in my mind—a code I’d dismissed as meaningless.
But Serika’s voice was firm.
“‘1R’ stands for ‘1st Generation Revision’—the prototype androids designed by R.P.M. They were created thousands of years ago, right before Earth’s destruction… almost mythical beings.”
I unconsciously stopped walking.
“Then what’s ‘S4’?”
Serika turned her head.
Her amethyst eyes had cooled, sharp with wariness and distrust—an expression I’d never seen before.
“Survivor 4.”
Those two words hung heavily in the air.
“…Four survivors?”
“Yes. To be precise, it means four 1st-generation units are still alive and sending this signal.”
***
At that moment, my steps halted on their own.
And there, ahead of us, was the source of the signal.
Rusted steel beams tangled with withered vines, a massive transmission tower jutting crookedly from the ground.
The ruins stood in eerie silence, the skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization rustling faintly.
The building beside it could hardly be called a building anymore—swallowed by tree roots and moss, as if the weight of a lost era had settled upon it.
“…A broadcasting station,” I muttered without thinking.
“A broadcasting station? A place that transmitted signals on Earth?” Levi tilted her head slightly, eyeing the collapsed antenna above.
Serika narrowed her eyes, expressionless, and spoke slowly.
“It’s inside. The signal is definitely coming from there.”
As she finished speaking, my World Map flickered violently.
Then, a red warning message appeared: [Emergency Alert — 1RS4 Target: Suspicion Level Increased]
I frowned.
“…Suspicion?”
“Chanwoo. Something’s wrong,” Levi said, stepping in front of me.
Serika also lowered her stance, one hand moving behind her back.
Her bodysuit remained pristine, but the tension beneath was palpable.
And then—
Creak.
The old automatic door began to slide open, as if hesitant, the faint screech of metal barely audible.
Beyond it, in the dim darkness, a shadow flickered past.
I couldn’t see it clearly.
But I could feel it.
Something alive—not mechanical—was there.
And it was watching us.
“…….”
“…….”
Both androids held their breath.
Something was inside.
But whatever it was, it didn’t move—as if unaware of our presence.
‘…No.’
It felt more like it knew and was simply waiting.
I absentmindedly touched the back of my neck.
A cold drop of sweat trickled down.
‘Was the rescue signal echoing from inside the broadcasting station a beacon of salvation?’
‘Or the flickering lure of a trap?’
On that razor’s edge, we quietly took our first step inside.
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