Chapter 25: Status… terminated?

Levi had now completely surrendered all control of herself to a single man.

Though her body was an android, its movements were no longer her own.

With every flick of his fingers across the joystick, her limbs responded with fluid, precise motions.

Autonomy, judgment, even her simulated breathing—she was now nothing more than a “machine awaiting commands.”

But her gaze told a different story.

There was no wariness, no fear.

Only…

“Trust.”

It was an emotion beyond words.

Even in the face of death, she could unhesitatingly entrust herself to this bond.

Right now, she was fighting for her “Master.”

As if her heart beat in sync with someone else’s breath, as if she could stake her life on another’s will.

She had placed her life in Chanwoo’s hands, and now, following his commands, she clashed bare-handed against a Queen-class monstrosity.

To Serika, the sight was deeply satisfying.

‘Levi… You’re doing well.’

There wasn’t a single falter in Levi’s relentless assault on the creature.

Every movement was sharp and precise, as if the entire battle flowed from Chanwoo’s fingertips.

“Then I should do my best too.”

Muttering softly, Serika slowly tightened her grip around the throbbing heat between her hands.

Without radar or crosshairs, this was a battle fought purely by ‘touch.’

Yes… This was a different kind of boss fight.

While Levi was finishing ‘Phase 2’ on the battlefield, Serika was currently engaged in the ‘Pleasure Phase.’

“Hehe~ I’m doing my part here, so Levi, you better give it your all too~♡”

Even as the Queen-class monstrosity roared right in front of them, Serika wore a strangely giddy expression as she gently stroked the erect shaft before her.

As if she, too, were part of this battle, she diligently continued her ‘support fire.’

“Both halves of my body are experiencing pleasure at the same time.”

“W-wait, does that mean… you’re enjoying it?!”

“Yeah. It’s the best. Like playing two games at once.”

Despite rapidly maneuvering the joystick mid-battle, a faint smile crept onto Chanwoo’s lips.

His lower half—the hardened shaft straining against thin underwear—still pulsed within Serika’s small hands.

The heat and heavy throbbing transmitted through her fingers.

Serika moved her hands carefully at first, then with growing confidence, sliding them back and forth in a familiar rhythm.

The smooth friction, the scorching skin.

She steadied her breath, focusing on her fingertips.

“I didn’t realize it when I used my mouth before… but it’s so hot…!”

A mix of earnest devotion and playful mischief flickered across her face.

As her strokes grew lighter and faster, Chanwoo’s thighs began to tremble slightly.

“The recoil is insane… So this is the power of a human male’s cock…”

Trailing off, Serika deepened her grip, her fingers sinking in further.

The flesh under her touch was rigid, the veins throbbing faintly as if boiling from within.

“Chanwoo, how does it feel? Are you… enjoying it?”

“Yeah. Maybe because it’s Serika jerking me off. Feels even better than when I do it myself.”

“!!”

At his words, Serika’s ears flushed red.

Right now, she was assisting a man in battle, performing a kind of ‘tension relief’ as support.

This wasn’t just idle stroking—it was another form of ‘rear-line support’ on the battlefield.

“Haha… O-of course! I-I’ll have you know, I was the top of my elite unit! Just leave it to me!”

Kneeling on the floor, Serika arched her back slightly and moved her hands with even more force.

Her motions were precise, like pulling a trigger.

It was another ‘tactic,’ honed by the precision of a combat android.

And just as Serika’s strokes grew more relentless—

“I’m close…”

“W-wait, huh?!”

“Serika, I’m cumming!”

The moment the joystick’s vibrations peaked—

Levi pierced straight through the human hunter’s heart, and Chanwoo’s abdomen jerked with a faint shudder.

A hot, sticky wave of white cum surged and burst from his body in an instant.

Serika’s arms, the backs of her hands, even the exposed curve of her chest—all were splattered in an instant.

The semen glistened as it trickled down her skin.

Some of it trailed along his jawline before slowly dripping down, finally landing on the corner of her lips.

Reflexively, almost unconsciously, Serika’s tongue flicked out to lick the spot.

“…Mmm.”

It had no taste, of course.

Just a bland, thick sensation—hard to describe.

But it was strange.

It felt as though some incomprehensible data had sparked from her tongue, spreading like an electric current through her.

A tingling, alien sensation lingered, and yet, Serika’s lips curled up ever so slightly.

“Maybe… I’d want more?”

A long breath escaped Serika’s lips.

The traces of white from earlier had now spread beyond her hands, trailing down the nape of her neck and the slope of her chest.

Warm, sticky, still faintly pulsing.

This wasn’t just a physiological reaction.

It was a clear, deliberate response—aimed at her.

And now, feeling it seep into her skin, Serika understood, not as an abstract emotion but as a tangible warmth, that she was… useful.

***

“You came so much… Hehe, feeling better now?”

She glanced down with a slightly overwhelmed expression before cautiously lifting her eyes to meet Chanwoo’s.

A strangely giddy light flickered in her gaze.

The loneliness and unease she’d felt earlier had long since melted away under the sticky, clinging warmth on her skin.

In fact—

‘If you want, I could do it again!’

The unspoken thought had already taken root in her mind, quietly blooming.

Meanwhile, Chanwoo watched her silently before letting out a soft, breathy laugh.

Then, carefully, he reached out and gently stroked her disheveled hair.

“Yeah. That was very effective.”

His touch carried gratitude and affection as his fingers combed through her strands.

Serika ducked her head slightly at his words but giggled anyway.

Her eyes sparkled like a child’s, delighted at the praise.

“Then… next time, I’ll do even better.”

A playful glint flashed in her eyes, and Chanwoo let out an exasperated laugh, shaking his head.

‘Somehow, this felt… right.’

No words were needed.

The mood was just… good.

And then—

***

Crunch. Crunch.

“…What exactly are you doing?”

“?!”

“…!”

A cold voice cut through from behind.

Serika’s smile froze.

Chanwoo’s hand stiffened mid-motion.

Slowly, very slowly, they both turned their heads.

And there—standing with the aura of a warrior who’d just obliterated a queen-class monstrosity—was Levi.

Her eyes were icy, her lips pressed into a firm line, and her gaze was locked squarely on Serika’s hand, still wrapped around Chanwoo’s now-softened cock.

“Explain this… what is it?”

Levi stepped closer, her voice low.

Calm, but laced with something entirely unlike her usual tone.

“T-This is! I-It’s like… rear support! Yeah!”

Serika floundered like a startled rabbit, hands raised in defense, but it was too late.

The sticky evidence still clung to her fingers, her arms, the backs of her hands, even the upper curves of her chest—all glistening unmistakably.

Levi’s eyes held something beyond mere emotion as she took it in.

A boiling rage beneath an android’s perfect mask of indifference.

But… the silence was worse.

Chanwoo scrambled to speak.

“I-It’s a tactical… tactical decision!”

His voice grew smaller, his tone increasingly unnatural.

“Mission complete. The target’s destroyed, so… operation successful?”

Beads of sweat formed as he fumbled through excuses, each word only hardening Levi’s expression further.

Or rather—her face remained blank, but her eyes… trembled faintly.

The barest twitch of her brow, her lips sealed tight, yet beneath that calm exterior, Levi’s infamous suppressed rage meter was steadily filling.

“…I was out there suffering alone.”

The words finally slipped out, cold as steel.

Her voice was still quiet, but this time, emotion bled through unmistakably.

A small, audible crack—resentment, hurt, and the raw sting of watching someone else play with what was hers.

Her eyes stayed fixed on Chanwoo, but the edges glistened faintly.

“That cum you spilled on Serika… I was supposed to get that back at base.”

“Levi…?”

“Chanwoo. Did it feel good? Having someone else jerk you off?”

A whisper-soft voice, sharp as a blade.

But her gaze was anything but gentle now.

Jealousy, possessiveness, a smoldering heat—all coiled around Chanwoo as she closed in.

“Good. Then I’ll milk you too. Without stopping… until the end.”

Her fingers flexed, her movements sleek and deliberate.

“I’ll keep shaking you even as you cum, until you’re so wrecked you piss yourself.”

Chanwoo saw it then—the look of someone dead set on draining him dry.