"So, how many times have you come today?"
In the infamous sperm extraction room, Tsuburi nervously observed the joystick that was clearly ready for action.
We were both completely naked. Doing this clothed, like some kind of formal handjob, would've been a bit too weird.
"Once in the morning, once around noon—so twice total."
There had been a decent interval between them—about two to three hours.
"And this makes the third time? You're really not pushing yourself too hard?"
She half-sighed, half-marveled as her fingers lightly traced along it while continuing her inspection.
"If I were overdoing it, nothing would be coming out in the first place."
Well, maybe it'd be a little harder to get going, but still.
Back when I was younger, I'd jack off in the morning, again at noon out of boredom or arousal, and once more at night before bed—wasting time like that was just normal.
But once I became a working adult, time became too precious for that nonsense. Honestly, it's not even about wasting time anymore—I just don't have any.
And yet, even when I didn't have a partner, I was like that. Now that I do have one—and not only is she happy when I get it up, she'll actually help me with it, and she's even happier when I finish—it's like I've turned into a puppy off its leash, running wild.
Boys will do anything when someone's happy to receive it.
"Well then, I'd appreciate it if you could take your time with me until I'm fully charged again."
I was at about 80–90% right now.
"Got it. Leave it to me."
Tsuburi nodded with determined focus.
"Hyann."
A cute sound slipped from Tsuburi's lips.
"Don't tease me too much…"
Her face flushed, breathing just a little heavy—but her eyes had a bit of a pouty edge.
Right now, the two of us were lying together on the bed, teasing and touching each other here and there.
"Mmm… chu..."
Every time she tried to protest, I silenced her with a kiss. That was our little game.
"As long as I finish in the end, right? Foreplay's important."
Honestly, even as a guy, I think the mood matters a lot. It makes a big difference in recharge speed, and the satisfaction after finishing is on a whole different level.
So I held her, kissed her, fondled, sucked, licked—did everything I could to build it up.
"I mean, yeah, that's true..."
"When we take our time fooling around, it just gets thicker and better, so it all works out."
"Chu... mmm..."
I used half-baked logic to keep things going, kissing her again as a distraction.
I wasn't lying.
Truthfully, I was already pretty much recharged. All that was left was the finale—but I was in that simmering stage, letting it stew a bit longer.
If she used that mouth technique she showed off last time, I'd be done in seconds, but since I kept her mouth occupied with kissing, her hands were a little distracted—which made things more manageable.
"Wait, you're about to finish, aren't you?!"
"Caught me?"
"Totally caught!"
She called me out in a slightly scolding tone, her face bright red, breathing heavier now.
"Then... would you mind taking care of the rest?"
As I said that, I gently stroked the tip below with the softest touch.
"Hyann!"
With a tiny yelp, Tsuburi's whole body jolted and trembled.
"Wow… there's seriously a lot, and it's super thick…"
Tsuburi had removed the condom, tied it up, then held it up to inspect it from various angles, muttering in awe.
The cloudy white liquid inside was today's objective—the final product.
After she'd finished, I thought she'd go limp, but she kept her focus, clearly guided by professional instinct. She swiftly capped me with the condom, sucked it up properly, and made sure to squeeze every last drop. Needless to say, I unloaded a lot.
Her voice was even slipping a bit, maybe from the afterglow.
"How'd it turn out?"
"Just judging by sight, it's more than yesterday. And thicker, too."
Still naked, we sat facing each other on the bed, evaluating the end product—it was a surreal scene.
"Guess all that steamy fooling around really paid off, huh?"
Last time, we were both still getting used to everything, and there were a lot of awkward moments.
"Jeez…"
I threw out a playful comment and got a half-annoyed, half-exasperated glare in return.
"But seriously, are you okay? After letting out this much?"
Now her expression shifted to concern.
"After I come, I hit that post-nut sage mode and just get a little drained. It's fine."
"I see…"
If there's any problem, it's that the things that were super fun and exciting before finishing suddenly feel totally pointless right after.
"Well then…"
I scooted closer on my knees, wrapped my arms around her, and gently kissed her again.
"This is all I've got in me for now."
After saying that, I leaned back and flopped down. This was now recovery mode—physically, I was wiped out.
"Seriously… what's the point of you giving me all this service…"
Tsuburi mumbled in a tone that was more amused than annoyed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth like she just couldn't help it.
Which, honestly, made me feel like this was all just right.