"Jevodán, give me your sperm."
This is Lydia's room. She sat cross-legged on her bed and said that to me as I stood by the bedside.
A sudden and bold demand for sperm extraction. There's a reason for it.
The other day, the first "Jevodán's Gathering" took place at Ferris's house.
It was a secret party for just the three of us—Ferris, Lydia, and me—held in Ferris's room. Using the ability Lydia mentioned, where those she touches can communicate directly via telepathy, we simply talked among ourselves.
I need to get on Lydia's good side so she'll remove the control device and self-destruct mechanism from my head. That's why I've been fulfilling her requests as much as possible to earn her trust.
Lydia's request? To help train Ferris. Lydia plans to make Ferris head over heels and keep her as a sex pet for life. Honestly, I'm jealous.
Ferris offered herself to Lydia to fulfill her request to talk with me. How noble. As a reward, Ferris gets to cuddle with Lydia as much as she likes whenever we talk. Honestly, I'm jealous.
So, by creating opportunities for me to talk with Ferris, I'm also giving Lydia chances to train her. To me now, Ferris is nothing more than bait to hook Lydia. Go ahead, train this girl however you like.
That day's talk party went smoothly.
I hadn't expected much from the "Jevodán's Gathering," but it turned out surprisingly fulfilling. I learned a lot about alien life and customs, spent hours in a room filled with the scent of young women, and even got snacks. I was completely satisfied.
The snack chips were seriously delicious. Potato chips are the best!
And after it ended, on Ferris's bed, the reward for the first Jevodán's Gathering—a lesbian session—began.
I thought it would be a treat to watch two cute girls in a lesbian play up close. There was a time I felt that way. But once it started, it was unbelievably tough.
In my cell, Titania had always kept my restless rod company, so it was manageable. But that day, I could only watch. It was torture.
And there was something else that troubled me.
Ferris wasn't responding to Lydia's caresses.
In the cell, Ferris had seemed so blissful under Lydia's touch, but that day, Ferris frowned tightly, looking extremely uncomfortable with Lydia's fingers and tongue.
Of course, Ferris didn't resist, as it was a promise, but she clearly wasn't enjoying it.
This shocked Lydia. For some reason, Ferris even tried to comfort her afterward, while Lydia sat dejectedly in the corner of the room. Don't give up, Lydia.
Ferris is shy and doesn't have a lesbian inclination to begin with. Maybe it's only natural.
That's when I had an idea. I suggested holding the next talk party at Lydia's place, under the pretense of wanting to see different homes.
Changing the atmosphere is one strategy. Ambiance matters. Being in someone else's room, on someone else's bed, could change the response. Women are partly driven by mood, after all.
At Lydia's place, it would be her home turf. She'd probably have all sorts of toys too.
Ferris agreed immediately. Hope returned to Lydia's eyes.
And so, today, the second Jevodán's Gathering took place.
Today's conversation even touched on their original world, beyond the Interdimensional Gate. I found the stories fascinating and was very satisfied.
In their world, there was a Demon Lord who had waged a great war against the forces of a hero. In the end, the Demon Lord won, ushering in the current era. The hero lost, it seems.
The story was so intriguing, but I ended the gathering early, mindful that last time, the late-night talks had tired Ferris.
I'm doing everything I can to contribute to Lydia's happy family plan. She secretly gave me a thumbs-up and a "good job!" pose. My standing with her is rising fast. Perfect.
But then.
The situation didn't change.
As expected, Lydia brought out various toys, but Ferris only let out suffering groans.
Lydia tried hard. From a distance, she seemed incredibly gentle with Ferris.
Starting with kisses, she touched Ferris's chest over her clothes and stroked her thighs. Avoiding her crotch to keep her relaxed, she occasionally chatted while massaging Ferris's body to heighten her sensitivity. She's good. Ferris's breathing did seem to quicken a bit.
But it still didn't work. Even when Lydia finally groped inside Ferris's panties, Ferris's eyes squeezed shut, and her reaction was minimal.
It was better than last time, I suppose. But it was hard to say she was feeling pleasure.
Then Lydia brought out a vibrator-like toy, the kind that buzzes. She was probably trying to force Ferris into ecstasy. Relying on technology isn't wrong. Good luck.
That's when things went wrong.
When Lydia pressed the vibrating toy against Ferris's crotch over her shorts, Ferris started sobbing.
Lydia slumped dejectedly on the bed.
This is bad.
What I fear most is Lydia losing interest in Ferris. If that happens, I'll lose my connection to Lydia. That would be terrible. I need to satisfy Lydia somehow.
Driven by desperation, I moved quietly to the bedside to assess the situation. That's when Lydia made her sperm demand.
Even I panicked.
Her eyes were serious. They looked so determined that I could almost hear the ground rumbling.
"You want me to lick it?"
"Yeah, like before."
"In the cell, you seemed to enjoy it even before I let you lick my semen."
"Maybe I was just drunk on your scent, which was so strong then."
Makes sense. If that's the case, no objections. My little guy's been rock hard watching your cute antics.
"Sure. What should I do?"
Should I ejaculate into a cup and hand it over? That'd be hilarious. Ferris would probably hate it. I'd recommend a bukkake. If Ferris could grind on me, that'd be perfect. I'd love to play with her tail too.
By the way, my semen contains powerful magic that gets aliens drunk, a fact Lydia and I have kept secret between us.
Ferris doesn't know about it. So, making Ferris lick my semen would seem to her like nothing more than a bizarre act. Unless she's a total weirdo, it's a tough ask. Seems like a high hurdle.
Wait—what if Lydia extracts my semen before Ferris arrives, fills the room with the scent like a room fragrance? If Ferris gets drunk on the smell, the next step would be much easier. In the cell, we accidentally followed a similar process. That's it.
As I thought this, I carefully chose my words not to upset Lydia. She started talking to Ferris.
"Hey, Ferris, why don't we make Jevodán feel good today?"
Ferris sniffled, looking blankly at Lydia.
"Make Jevodán feel good?"
"Yeah. Jevodán's always just watching, and it's sad to leave him out, right?"
Lydia glanced at the bulge in my apron. Following her gaze, Ferris looked at me and twisted her mouth in distress.
"Jevodán… with Ferris, it's okay, right?"
Lydia winked.
Clever.
By limiting it to Ferris, she's creating a sense of exclusivity, lowering Ferris's psychological barrier.
"Yeah, I'm not good with being dominated, but with Ferris, anything's okay."
I played along fully. Ferris looked anxious.
"Is… Jevodán in pain?"
"Yeah, just a little."
That's a lie. It's not just a little. I'm about to snap and pounce.
Ferris hesitated, her gaze wandering, until it landed on Lydia. She nodded slightly, timidly.
It was a brief moment, but I saw Lydia's lips curl into a mischievous smile.
It felt like a naive country girl being tricked by a slick city guy.
"That's right. Jevodán saved Ferris's life twice, so we should repay him. He doesn't even get a proper reward for completing his missions. Poor guy, right? Yeah, yeah♪"
Lydia patted Ferris's head as she spoke.
Now she's using guilt to push Ferris. She's so smooth.
"What… does Jevodán want?"
Ferris looked up at me, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"For starters, you should probably take off your clothes. It'll get messy."
At my straightforward advice, Ferris's eyes widened in surprise, and Lydia chuckled behind her.