Squuuueeeze!
◇ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ◇ [Po-!
Popo!] I thrust my cock in once more.
I gritted my teeth, channeling every last ounce of strength into my hips.
The Eight-Foot Ghost’s massive body shook in time with my movements, and she used the recoil to take even more of me inside her.
In the process, her huge breasts squished beautifully against the floor.
But I had no time to savor that lewd, overwhelming sight.
‘I’m gonna die.’ Like the saying that even the most fun hobby gets boring when it turns into work.
I never imagined sex could shift from pure pleasure to agonizing labor.
Still, I clenched my teeth and kept shaking my hips.
If I didn’t, who knew what this unknown monster might do to me.
They said they’d turn me into a “living cum dump,” but what if that proved useless?
So I pistoned my hips like a madman.
◇ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ [Po, popo…?] But limits came eventually.
As another ejaculation left my cock limp, the Eight-Foot Ghost’s unmoving eyebrows twitched faintly.
A hint of disappointment flickered in her empty eyes as golden light slowly began to glow there.
So…
‘Pomen…!
Arva!
Noa-!
Give me strength!’ I recalled the bodies of the ECHOS I’d secretly glimpsed during ark life.
Arva’s firm thighs, Noa’s voluptuous breasts, and Pomen’s seductive allure that could bewitch any man.
I mashed their images together in my mind, forcibly reigniting my fading lust.
And I got hard again.
“Hngh!
Hn!
Uuunggh!” SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ◇ [Poo!
Po!
Poooot!] I’m dying.
All the blood in my body felt like it rushed to my lower half and evaporated.
Lately, it wasn’t even thick semen anymore—just thin precum barely leaking out.
Even so, I gripped the Eight-Foot Ghost’s ass and slammed my hips upward, aiming to bury myself to her womb’s end.
Then I blacked out and collapsed.
I woke in the familiar rundown motel room.
The Eight-Foot Ghost seemed back in the TV—no sign of her.
“…Huh?” As I came to and sat up, a cold, hard metallic feel hit my hand.
It was the White Tiger.
I hadn’t seen it when I searched the room after waking last time.
“What is this?
A reward for satisfying sex?” The moment I stood.
“Ugh?!” A scream burst from my mouth involuntarily.
My inner thighs screamed like I’d tortured my lower body for hours at the gym.
People joked online about “sex diets” or “sex workouts,” but damn, it was real—no joke.
“Fuck…” Groaning through the bone-splitting agony, I wobbled around the room on shaky legs.
Looking for an exit, just in case.
Nothing.
“They give me a gun but not the damn key.” Door wouldn’t budge, window same.
I considered shooting the glass with the White Tiger but held off.
A window unscratched by my mechanical arm smashing it wouldn’t shatter from bullets.
And if the noise summoned the Eight-Foot Ghost?
This time, my body would end up a withered mummy for sure.
“…Haa.” Finally giving up, I slumped on the bed.
That’s when I spotted a note stuck to the corner TV.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ◇ [Po.] “What the hell does that mean.” Obviously, I couldn’t read it.
I nearly crumpled and tossed the note, but unfolded it carefully and sprawled out on the bed instead.
“Krrgh-!” Just that little movement made every muscle scream.
My thighs throbbed like they weren’t mine.
This is why sex is…
a dangerous workout.
“No way I’m seriously gonna get drained dry and die like this…” I was prepared for death.
But realizing my fate might be death by extreme exhaustion lit up my survival instincts—I had to escape somehow.
Then I remembered the cold metal around my neck.
The Commander’s compass.
Or “Money Compass.” My last hope in this bizarre world, a special artifact.
‘Maybe this can find an escape?’ With faint hope, I fiddled with the Money Compass.
A familiar blue hologram popped up before my eyes.
* STATUS Acquired: 200C Details: ‘Anomaly’ – Eight-Foot Ghost (Combat Participation Reward) ✯ STATUS ✯ • Acquired: 9900C Details: ‘Anomaly’ – Eight-Foot Ghost (Interaction Reward) “…What the hell.” Two rewards for the same Eight-Foot Ghost.
One for combat participation, one for interaction.
The cash difference was stark-practically a bug.
“200C for fighting alongside Arva…
and 9900C for the sex?” What?
Am I only worth 9900 bucks?
The messages didn’t stop.
✪ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ You can spend 2500C to view entity interaction info.
‘Entity interaction?’ Info on the Eight-Foot Ghost?
I hesitated briefly, then spent the cash.
Unfamiliar, never-before-seen info appeared before my eyes.
* ENTITY INFO & Target: Eight-Foot Ghost Status: Satisfied / Asleep♥ Satisfaction: 82% Craving Level: 32% Notes: Target’s craving is low.
High satisfaction reduces craving.
“…82%?” A bit underwhelming.
Felt like a verdict on my sex skills: that’s all you got?
My pride stung a little.
I’d pounded like crazy-Pomen would’ve been moaning and passing out.
“Or not?” What if Pomen was just faking it?
That’d hurt too.
Guess I need real sex lessons.
Anyway, I got it: boost satisfaction, lower craving.
So I checked the detailed logs.
“…Insane.” Every act with the Eight-Foot Ghost was logged raw as data.
Like porn stats: which positions spiked satisfaction, which plays tanked craving, even which of my emotions fed her best-all graphed and numbered.
Ridiculous, but valuable info.
Essential for escaping this place.
“…Missionary barely registered.” Her blank face and unmoving eyes gave nothing away.
“Likes intense blowjobs and doggy?
Satisfaction peaks here.
First act tanked craving big-what was it?
Oh, tit-slapping?!
She loved that?” Sprawled on the bed, I planned the optimal build for next “sex.” Max her satisfaction, min craving, prove I’m no sex slave, escape.
If possible.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The Eight-Foot Ghost started crawling out of the TV again.
But this time, I moved first.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ [Po-!
Popopopo!!!] Before her waist emerged, I rushed the TV and yanked her freshly protruding head by the hair.
Then I shoved my lust’s symbol hard into her mouth.
Money Compass data said “intense fellatio”-irrumatio-exploded her satisfaction.
‘First…
buy time with this.’ Blowjobs are easy for guys.
Just stand there, thrust hips a bit.
I rammed my cock into her jaw like it might unhinge.
“Kgh…!” Of course, enduring her otherworldly tongue was pure willpower.
The insane sensation wrapping, squeezing, licking my cock made my brain spin.
But I endured the melting pleasure and checked satisfaction.
82, 85, 87%…
Climbing steeply as expected.
Problem: craving rose too.
‘Can’t keep this up.’ I pulled out, grabbed her hands, and fully dragged her from the TV.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ [Poo?
Popopopo.] My fearless aggression shifted her voice’s nuance.
A mix of submission and faint anticipation.
But too focused on satisfying her, I missed the subtlety.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ [Pooooo![] Slap!
I smacked her huge ass hard enough to echo, grabbed her waist, and plunged in from behind.
At the same time, I scooped her massive tits from the floor and yanked her nipples hard, scraping with my nails.
Money Compass combo: “tit-slapping” + “doggy.” ◇ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ◇ [Poht!
Popopopo!] Different from last time.
Each thrust drew sticky, sweet moans from her.
‘Fuck–!’ Thighs still ached, but I slammed upward wildly.
Effects immediate.
* STATUS UPDATE & ♥ Satisfaction: 92% (+5) Craving: 22% (-16) Squelching sounds and pleasure sparks shot from my hips to brain.
Dozens of folds gripped, twisted, milked me fiercely for cum.
I endured and kept thrusting.
Once, twice…
I filled her insides with my semen.
Each time, her craving plummeted.
* STATUS UPDATE & ♥ Satisfaction: 99% Soon, just 1% left.
Grinding my teeth, I gathered all remaining strength and stabbed to her womb’s entrance, unloading everything “Kruuuugh…!” inside.
✪ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ◇ [Pooooooook!] The Eight-Foot Ghost let out a long, deep, satisfied moan.
Slurp.
She turned, extending her long tongue like she wanted a kiss.
I accepted it, patting her cheeks smack-smack in praise.
“Good, you bitch?” I’m not one to treat women rough, but this raised her satisfaction—no choice.
I kneaded her huge tits freely, toyed with her nipples while our tongues tangled.
How much time passed?
Her body dissolved into black smoke from her toes, sucked back into the TV.
Once gone, the oppressive aura and sweet scent vanished like a lie.
“…No way?” I headed straight to the window.
Tap with my mechanical arm.
Crash!
“…Huh?” The glass I’d smashed full-force before shattered easily.
Door opened without effort.
Perfect chance to escape.
After a moment’s thought, I grabbed the “Po” note from the corner and wrote on the back.
[Satisfied?
If you don’t harm me and obey, I’ll satisfy you again next time.
No other essence sources here, right?
Let’s help each other out.] I stuck it dead center on the TV screen and headed for the door without hesitation.
I grabbed the White Tiger.
Zombies might be out there-stay cautious.
In the now-silent room after I left.
The powered-off old TV screen crackled, a long pale hand piercing through.
The eerie hand snatched the note from the center.
O SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ✪ [Popopo…] Moments later, an eerie laugh echoed through the room.