Sentimental Shower

#018

His body was hot. It felt like electricity was running through every place Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers touched. Mr. Yoo clung to his body, panting.

“I haven’t even put it in yet, why are you enjoying it so much?”

“Ah, hah…!”

As he said, even though the dick hadn’t entered, he was out of breath. With every deep breath he took, Yeon Tae-soo’s scent filled his lungs. Before insertion, his body was already full of him.

The thick, firm fingers were stimulating. The ones inside moved around, touching the inner walls carelessly as if searching for something.

Mr. Yoo gently opened his eyes. As soon as he met the two different colored eyes, he averted his gaze again.

It was an obvious stare. Mr. Yoo couldn’t look at him directly. There was embarrassment, but he was also afraid of how his system would interpret that face.

“Why… are you, hah… staring like that…?”

It was an uncharacteristic look. Although he didn’t know him well yet, it seemed too fragile for someone who had beaten Mr. Kim so cruelly. Almost to the point of seeming careful.

“I told you. I like to savor pretty things carefully.”

He was really taking his time with him. Like a human would with another human. He was performing the most human act that humans could do. Not even knowing what he himself was.

His lips were still smiling, but the eyes looking down were serious. However, the fingers inside moved as they pleased.

At some point, as Yeon Tae-soo’s persistently moving fingers touched somewhere, Mr. Yoo’s body jerked.

“Ah!”

An unfamiliar moan burst out. A pleasure incomparable to when his dick were touched rose from below up his spine.

“Do you like it? You like it here?”

“Ah, no, wait…!”

“What do you mean, wait? Just answer me.”

Yeon Tae-soo immediately pressed the same spot firmly. Simultaneously, Mr. Yoo’s body jumped up. At the same time, semen gushed out from his dick.

“Ahk!”

Semen splattered everywhere. The immense pleasure came first, followed a beat later by bewilderment.

“…Well, no need to answer now.”

Seeing Yeon Tae-soo’s grinning face, a sudden feeling of unease washed over him.

“This, this is, I mean…”

“Yeah, you just leaked all over my hand from having your prostate pressed.”

Before he could be flustered by the vulgar words, another wave of pleasure hit him. Yeon Tae-soo had pressed the same spot again. Mr. Yoo’s body twitched as if a button had been pushed.

“Ah, that, ugh! Stop! Ah!”

More semen spurted from his erect dick. It was his first time ejaculating consecutively. No, it was his first time ejaculating from rear stimulation at all.

He was completely out of his mind. His vision flashed white and his display lost function. It seemed like warning messages kept popping up, but he couldn’t make out any of them.

It felt like his body had disappeared. It was as if the physical body made by humans had vanished, and only sensation remained to form his being.

In the overwhelming pleasure, Mr. Yoo felt that he was badly broken. It was difficult to withstand the festival of sensations. Hundreds, thousands of cold yet hot sparks exploded.

“What are we going to do, you’re leaking so much just from my fingers. Isn’t your body too sensitive?”

“Hng, ugh…”

He couldn’t bring himself to say that it wasn’t sensitivity, but that he seemed to be malfunctioning. It was clear that Yeon Tae-soo had further damaged his physical body.

Yeon Tae-soo’s hand didn’t stop. He wasn’t just pressing that one spot, but alternating between firmly pressing it and teasingly touching around it, which was even more stimulating. He was clearly doing it on purpose.

“Ah, ugh…”

Now, even when the feeling of ejaculation reached its peak, no semen came out. Had he really broken down? He was destroying the already deteriorating body.

“Huk, st-stop, huk! Aah!”

“If I put my dick in here… it’ll really be something to see.”

Yeon Tae-soo said while rapidly stroking his own dick up and down. Mr. Yoo had been too out of it to notice, but it seemed he had been masturbating for a while. Judging by how wet it was near his testicles.

“You’re in this state just from my fingers… Shit, it’s crazy.”

He spoke as if spitting the words, and ejaculated again. Every time Yeon Tae-soo moved his fingers, the semen he had released kept entering the hole.

Eventually, there was a squelching sound every time his fingers moved. The stickiness of the semen inside was fully felt.

With every movement of Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers, an unbearable sensation surged. His body froze stiff.

“St-stop, huk, wa-wait…!”

The inner walls were sticky with semen. Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers kept pressing against it.

His muscles stiffened. His visual functions had long since been paralyzed. His mind was flashing. Even in this state, Yeon Tae-soo’s hand kept moving up and down. It seemed he wasn’t satisfied even after ejaculating twice.

And Mr. Yoo himself had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated. His stomach was so wet that the semen pooled on his body was about to flow to the sides.

The beaded dick kept hitting his testicles. No, not just the testicles, but rubbing against his lower parts randomly. The bumpy dick pressed against the tender flesh.

“Ugh, hah, too, strange…!”

“Hmm, feels strange?”

Yeon Tae-soo asked casually as his hand moved faster and faster. The fingers inside the hole moved as they pleased.

That’s when it happened. Two more of Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers suddenly entered the softened inside.

“Ah, hng…”

His whole body trembled, and then suddenly all strength left him.

He lost consciousness right then and there.

Chapter 3

The sound of his own voice through the ‘singing’ function was always unfamiliar.

The voice that went through the ‘vocalization’ function was different from his usual voice. It was loud, clear, and made his head buzz. According to human expressions, it was a ‘beautiful’ sound.

‘You’re doing well, really well.’

His creator praised him, but didn’t seem particularly satisfied.

‘But why can’t you do it like before?’

No matter how much he pushed his functions to the limit, no matter how much he did as he was told, he couldn’t satisfy his creator.

The creator treated him harshly. Just a little more, put a little more emotion into it.

He couldn’t fulfill the request. How could he put emotion into something that was just programmed into his system?

Sometimes, because of such words, it seemed as if the creator treated him like a human, but he knew well that wasn’t the case.

An android hoping for affection from its creator and to be treated like a human. That was a story from old fairy tales.

Mr. Yoo, who didn’t have a name at the time, had no reason to have such vain wishes. No, it was impossible for him to have wishes at all. He lacked the cunning to lie or the earnestness to envy humans.

‘Shall we do one more song?’

He simply couldn’t understand. His creator who kept asking him to do things he couldn’t accomplish.

It was one day. As usual, while making him sing, his creator put on a serious expression and took him somewhere.

The basement was one of many spaces not permitted to him. Naturally, he had never been curious about what was inside. Curiosity was an emotion only humans had.

Therefore, when the creator opened the door, he wasn’t particularly surprised or expectant. Not until he saw what was inside.

Brothers. He realized it immediately. They were his brothers.

Some had only their heads completed, while others were half-built bodies.

He had believed he had no emotions, but the moment he saw his half-made brothers, he felt fear for the first time.

The creator, ignoring him, walked past his unfinished brothers, or rather, the fragments of androids. Limbs that had lost their function carelessly hit his feet.

‘How many times I’ve made and destroyed… Creating androids is actually like the path of a craftsman. Because you have to create one perfect one.’

The creator stood in front of one android. It had arms and legs just like him and was in human form. The face was identical too.

With eyes half-closed, it looked like it could move at any moment.

‘You wouldn’t want to end up like this, would you?’

The creator said, meeting the eyes of the brother. He felt suffocated. He wanted to leave this place where his brothers were. The reaction created by fear settled in his body. As if the souls of those brothers might inhabit him, though that was impossible.

‘Now, shall we do one more song?’

The creator’s face, as he turned back, wore a smile.