I Was Thawed Out 1,000 Years in the Future. Men Were Extinct. ~Apparently, I’m Being Forced into Breeding Sex by Lewd Beautiful Girls in Skin-Tight Suits to Preserve the Human Race~ - 28

Chapter 28: The Bewitching Female

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Dekedeke. A general of the Demonia, a formidable woman who led countless massive fleets and waged elusive guerrilla warfare throughout humanity’s sphere of influence. Her appearance was exactly as I had seen beforehand. Though she stood over two meters tall, there was no excess fat on her body; her defined abs formed a smooth, elegant waistline.

She strode toward me with long steps, swept back her blazing red hair, and turned a raptor-like grin my way. It was the face of a predator, confident of a successful hunt with its prey right before it.

“You look like you want to ask why.”

She slid her fingers along my cheek and traced the line of my jaw. The Demonia possessed a beauty so striking it snapped you awake. Perhaps this too was the result of evolution driven by their need for males. Her ample breasts swayed. Her dark, chocolate-dark skin glistened erotically under the ship’s lights. It had been a long time since I had seen bare human skin not covered by a skinsuit.

“Being deprived of men is the same for Demonia and humans alike. Even if we’re lucky enough to bring back a surviving man from Earth, only the exalted elites of the Galactic Unified Government get to mate with him. So of course there are plenty who’d rather cooperate with the enemy just to get the leftovers.”

Dekedeke glanced at the woman standing right beside me, Belle. In short, she had sweet-talked and turned humans like Bell. She had slowly infiltrated the fringes of human society, increasing the number of collaborators, and patiently waited for the moment when the Migdal succeeded in its mission.

“And besides, it’s not a bad deal for you either, is it?”

She slipped an arm under my side and lifted me effortlessly. It felt like I had become a doll. Cradling me in front of her chest like an infant, Dekedeke turned around. The container had apparently been loaded onto a Demonia ship disguised as a transport vessel. Gathered there were over thirty Demonia. All of them had dark skin, horns on their foreheads, and wore revealing outfits like barely-there swimsuits that hid little more than their chests and groins. Among them were several humans still in their skinsuits.

What they all had in common, Demonia and humans alike, was the feverish look in their eyes as they stared at me.

“Our body odor and fluids are natural aphrodisiacs that excite any man,” Dekedeke said in a syrupy voice while holding me aloft. “It’s better to enjoy fun mating with us than to be hooked up to an extraction machine and turned into nothing but a semen-dripping device.”

When I focused, I could smell her heavy, wheat-like body scent. I could still endure it for now, but my body was already beginning to heat up.

“Sorry, but I’m already getting enough of that kind of fun.”

I remembered my days aboard the ship with Alisa and the others. That had been sex with affection. The Demonia wanted me purely for reproduction and preservation of their species. Their eyes saw me as nothing more than a stud.

“Heh, don’t be so stiff. You didn’t do it raw with those girls anyway, did you?”

“That’s—”

It seemed she knew a great deal about the Migdal’s internal affairs as well. It was true. Even when I was with Alisa and the others, the official pretext had been semen collection, so we had only done it through skinsuits. Dekedeke caught my wavering gaze, grinned, and pressed her hips against me.

“You know Demonia well, don’t you? What we have down here can captivate the males of any intelligent species. The ultimate masterpiece, so to say.”

Soft flesh pressed against me through thin fabric, squishy and yielding. Her swollen mound clung to me, warm and damp. The Demonia were a species of only females. That was why they left their homeworld and survived by hunting males of other species across the galaxy. They could do this because of both their powerful reproductive compatibility, even with other species, and their innate bodies designed to satisfy any male.

Dekedeke whispered.

“Well? Don’t you want to taste it? The ultimate female that every man in the universe craves.”

I swallowed hard. It wasn’t just Dekedeke. Dozens of Demonia here wanted to have sex with me. Some already had fingers buried in their own secret places. The humans too, even if it meant betraying their own side, they wanted me.

No, wait. My thinking is warped.

“I’ll pass. I’ll just drink a cola somewhere and wait for my rescue.”

“Heh. You’re quite stubborn.”

I shook my head and noticed the smell filling the room, the Demonia’s body odor. It seemed to have a numbing, aphrodisiac effect on a man’s thoughts. But if I was aware of it, I could prepare. If I steeled myself, the medical nanomachines in my body should start building immunity. Seeing me resist seemed to delight Dekedeke even more. She tightened her grip and buried my face into her abundant chest. The rich scent poured from her cleavage, instantly numbing my brain.

“Guh…!”

“Oh my, your lips are bleeding.”

My vision flickered under the overwhelming erotic pressure. I bit my lip reflexively, using pain to cling to my sanity. But Dekedeke did not let up.

“You’ll have more fun if you just lose your senses.”

“I’m more afraid of what happens after I’m rescued—gh!”

Soft flesh pressed against me from behind. Dekedeke had called her companions over, and now three Demonia were pressed tightly against me.

“Your little guy is rock hard~♡”

“It looks painful like that~♡ Let me rub it gently~♡”

“Gah—stop it!”

Squish. Squish. Squelch.

Their dark, supple bodies enveloped me. The 0.01-millimeter skinsuit transmitted every detail of their flesh, bodies perfected to entice males. A firm, swollen hardness brushed along my back. I realized it was a Demonia nipple, and my body shuddered. Slender hands reached for my groin. My penis, already painfully erect, throbbed with bulging veins.

“You say brave things with your mouth, but your body’s honest. It’s begging to taste my pussy already.”

“That’s not—gh!”

“Nice face. Can you still say that now? Ngh♡”

Keeping me pinned between her breasts, Dekedeke opened her mouth. Thick saliva coated her lips, slowly dripping down in silver strands.

“Open up. Drink my saliva~♡”

“Ngah!”

She pried my mouth open with just her fingertips. I tried to turn my face away, but couldn’t. Her sweet-scented saliva flowed into my mouth. Revulsion made my body tremble, then—

“Ah…!”

“Hah! Men really are weak. Even with a strong will that resists temptation, a direct dose of saliva makes you lose yourself instantly. Now you’re nothing but an ape that thinks with its lower half!~♡”

A burning impulse surged through my entire body. I understood resistance was meaningless. It was like trying to stop a raging torrent with a single plank. I wanted the woman before me desperately. I couldn’t even remember why I had resisted. Everything I wanted was right here.

“Ah!”

“Mm♡ That’s right, knead my breasts~♡ I’ll even give you milk~♡”

I plunged my fingers into the rich fruit of her flesh. Beneath clothing that came loose with a single tug were pale-dark protrusions. The instant I found them, I latched on eagerly, nibbling, licking. Sweet nectar seeped out, and I swallowed it with a groan.

A Demonia’s body was exquisite. Soft yet resilient, accepting everything a man could give.

“Hah… hah!”

“Mmh~♡ You like my ass too? Go on~♡ Enjoy it to your heart’s content~♡”

While sucking on her breasts, I grabbed her firm, large hips. Color crept into her voice as well; she seemed sensitive herself. I wanted skin-to-skin contact. I wanted to devour everything she was, everything Demonia was.

“Here, little guy~♡ I can eat you too~♡”

“We’re ready over here too~♡”

Voices of Demonia echoed around me, syrupy and melting, resonating straight from my ears into my brain. Panting heavily, I stripped away their outfits.

“Come here♡”

“Hah… hah…!”

At some point, Dekedeke had spread her legs. Thick fluids dripped down her inner thighs and pooled on the floor. I briefly wondered at the pristine, pale-pink folds that looked almost unused then understood. It had been centuries since human males disappeared. Many Demonia belonged to generations that had never known a man. Even so, Dekedeke welcomed me confidently, without a trace of fear. I dove into the sea of dark flesh.

Stopping was impossible.

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