Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Chapter 34: What the penalty is

Stefan’s POV

"Stay down, dude!" I muttered to my cock with a divided attention.

I needed to go find Lily so I got up slowly, feeling the ache settle into muscles I didn’t know I had until this planet decided to introduce me to them, and smoothed my slave cloth back down over myself.

I told myself the cock would settle once I got moving. Blood would go where blood was supposed to go, back to my legs, back to being a normal appendage instead of a standing monument to whatever that potion had done to my body.

Jonquil rose too, unhurried, smoothing her own skirt back into place with the same flat efficiency she did everything else, like the last four hours had been a training drill and not the most intense sex I’d had since arriving on this planet.

I could see that sweat still clung to her collarbone. Her hair had come half-loose from wherever she usually kept it pinned. And still, she looked completely composed.

[JONQUIL’S CURRENT MOOD- Satisfied.]

I grinned at that beast insight as the system informed me. Small mercies. At least one of us had gotten exactly what we came for.

She must have forgotten she was upset at me or did she just push that away because I had fucked her too well?

"You’re not gonna tell me anything?" I asked, half-joking, half genuinely fishing for something. Back on Earth, a woman who just got thoroughly wrecked usually had ’something’ to say after.

May a laugh or a complaint about her legs not working or a "wow" muttered into a pillow, even a fake one just to be polite. Something to fill the silence.

Jonquil just looked at me, blank as ever, her head tilting slightly like the question itself confused her.

"What do you need me to tell you?" She asked me instead.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

"Right. Of course." I nodded. These women didn’t do pillow talk any more than they did phones or foreplay or the concept of cuddling.

"Never mind. Forget it. I’ll see you later." I said, waving a hand, already backing toward the tent flap.

I walked out like a man with somewhere important to be, which, in fairness, I did. Lily. I had only one hour left on the clock, after burning a lot of my time on a woman who wasn’t even my actual target today.

The second the sunlight hit me, I realized my problem hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it had gotten worse.

I looked down at myself in genuine disbelief.

"What the hell?"

My cock stood at full, obscene attention, tenting the front of my slave gown like it was trying to escape the fabric entirely, throbbing with a persistence that felt less like arousal now and more like a medical emergency.

"You have got to be kidding me."

The libido booster... That thing hadn’t just fixed my stamina for four straight hours, it had rewired something deeper in my body, some switch that apparently didn’t know how to flip back off on its own.

What kind of potion was this?

I clapped a hand over the front of my gown, trying to look casual about it, like a man who just naturally stood around holding himself in broad daylight for no particular reason.

Then my eyes scanned the camp, desperate, half hoping I’d spot Lily and could just power through the mission despite the situation currently tenting my clothes, half hoping the ground would open up and swallow me instead.

No sign of her. Anywhere. Not near the training grounds, not near the fire pits, nowhere.

This was mortifying, deeply mortifying, worse than getting slapped by Wildrose on day one, worse than eating dirt twice courtesy of Zinnia’s fists. Those humiliations at least had an ending.

This one was just standing there, throbbing, tenting fabric, absolutely refusing to quit no matter how hard I willed it down through sheer force of embarrassment.

I thought, briefly, about heading back into Jonquil’s tent. She had already proven more than willing to handle exactly this kind of problem, twice over in one sitting.

I turned around but I hadn’t even taken a step when I caught sight of her walking off toward the tree line with a cluster of other warriors, already deep in rapid-fire beast-language, gesturing hard at something in the distance like the conversation actually mattered.

"Okay, unavailable." I gritted in frustration.

And she was the only woman on this entire planet I’d actually managed to tame enough to touch without getting flattened for the effort. Everyone else still looked at me like an alien curiosity at best, a punishment-tent liability at worst.

I definitely could not stroll through camp holding my own erection like a man walking an invisible dog on an invisible leash. Options were limited. I would have to deal with this myself.

"Fucking shit!"

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I ducked into Zinnia’s tent, grateful nobody stopped me on the way in, and climbed straight into the ancient looking yet efficient bathtub, sinking down into water that had gone lukewarm hours ago.

My cock stayed exactly as insistent as before, throbbing right there under the surface, completely unbothered by temperature, common sense, or the fact that I had an actual mission burning down somewhere in the back of my mind.

Fine. I’d handle it myself.

The thought alone annoyed me on principle. Genuinely irritated me in a way I hadn’t expected. Twenty-nine years of my life on Earth, and I had never once had to jerk off. Not once.

There were always women in arm’s reach, women who wanted to be in arm’s reach, women who’d have fought each other in a parking lot for the privilege of solving exactly this kind of problem for me. That was just how my life worked. That was who I was.

But this wasn’t Earth. This was a beast planet where every woman worth touching had to be earned, mission by mission, System notification by System notification, and all of them didn’t even understand what romance was supposed to feel like, let alone how to read a man’s mood the way women back home used to without him saying a word.

I wrapped a hand around myself, awkward, unfamiliar, and hissed through my teeth. It felt wrong somehow. Foreign. Like trying to write your own name with your off-hand, technically doable, deeply unsatisfying in execution.

Desperate for anything to help, I checked my inventory.

[INVENTORY:]

- Massage Oil x1

I grabbed it fast, uncorked it, and poured a generous amount over myself, warmth spreading immediately, doing more good in one second than my own dry hand had managed in five full minutes of increasingly frustrated effort.

The System, naturally, picked that exact moment to remind me of my actual problems.

[PRIMARY MISSION TIME REMAINING: 20:00]

Twenty minutes left? Not hours. Minutes.

I gritted my teeth, working my hand faster now, slicked with oil, chasing something that should’ve been simple and somehow wasn’t. My cock, for its part, didn’t seem to care one bit about the ticking clock, or Lily, or missions, or anything else in the entire universe except finally, finally getting the relief it had been screaming for since that potion hit my bloodstream.

I already knew a penalty was coming. I had absolutely no idea what shape it would take, and honestly, I didn’t want to find out a second before I had to.

I let out a long, ragged breath, resigned to the whole absurd situation.

"Gonna have to fix this first," I muttered to the empty bathhouse, my hand still moving, oil slick and warm between my fingers.

"Whatever the penalty is, it can wait its damn turn."