SPGM Ch 15

And he knows how to feel even better during this act. With his lips languidly turned up, Weather pressed his hand against the tautly swollen center of Jester.

“Ha, ah….”

Jester, who was leaning his entire curled body against Weather, let out a moan. Weather, who was planting kisses on the nape of his neck, undid the buckle. When he lightly caressed the stiffly erect penis, a deep moan escaped from Jester. As he rubbed the tip, which had already grown moist, with his thumb, Jester, who had buried his face in the nape of Weather’s neck, moved his lips.

“More, shake it more, Weather.”

“Like this?”

As he swiftly stroked down the veiny shaft, Jester’s panting breaths grew heavier. The reddening ears and neck, the low-rumbling Adam’s apple—it all heightened Weather’s senses. He wanted to make Jester even more flushed, to make him sob. With his palm growing slick and wet, he pumped the shaft, and without rest, he wiped away the fluid that spurted from the tip.

“Ah, Weather….”

Jester, his voice a bit more sensitive, breathed out as he suddenly came. Weather dazedly caressed the semen that had splattered onto his palm and stomach. Still lost in the afterglow of his release, Jester, who had been thrusting his hips, wrapped both arms around Weather’s waist. When he relaxed his body against the strong, tightening force, he collapsed—limp—onto the seat.

Jester, tightly embracing the heavy upper body, whispered.

“Really, we should have done this from back then.”

It was obvious when ‘back then’ was. The time they had gambled with the battery, the time they had first kissed because of Jester. Weather, letting out a low laugh, shook his head.

“If we had done this back then, I would have stopped long ago.”

Then, he cast his gaze upon the back of his hand, which he had been trying hard to ignore. The number had already worn down to 17%. A bitter smile unknowingly escaped him at the rapidly depleted battery.

“Weather.”

Jester, facing the sunken expression, took hold of Weather’s left hand and entwined their fingers. Weather turned his head and met the soft, golden eyes. Jester, smiling faintly, asked.

“Should we stop?”

“No.”

Weather shook his head at once.

“I have no intention of stopping.”

Once you start something, you have to see it through to the end. Whispering so, Weather raised his body and undid the buckle of his own pants. Jester, facing the hard, swollen penis, parted his lips. His tongue twitched with a burning thirst, and he lifted his upper body.

“No, Jester.”

But Weather, stopping him, said firmly.

“There’s no time.”

If he let Jester suck his penis too, the battery would be completely drained before long. He wanted to refuse the option of stopping while being serviced one-sidedly.

“Before we stop, we have to go all the way.”

At the very least, stopping while deeply connected would be happier.

“No, Weather.”

However, it seemed Jester’s thoughts were different.

“We don’t have to go all the way. We didn’t start this wanting something like that, did we?”

It was just because they wanted to touch each other. Because they wanted to feel, to feel each other’s warmth. Wasn’t this act a continuation of their desire to feel each other completely?

“I don’t want to covet you hastily.”

“…But Jester, there’s really no time now.”

The number on the back of his hand had already dropped to 10%. He would stop soon.

“If we hesitate, I’ll….”

“Weather, Weather. Look at me.”

Jester, gently cupping Weather’s cheeks, sent him a look. Faced with his calm expression, Weather couldn’t say anything.

“Weather.”

“Yes, Jester.”

“You’re going to be okay.”

“……”

“Really. Trust me.”

Jester, soothing the green eyes that flickered with anxiety, continued.

“Even if you stop like this.”

“……”

“I’ll wake you up somehow.”

I’ll fix your body, no matter what it takes. So I’ll make it so you don’t have to tremble in fear. I promise I’ll do that. So for now.

“Don’t tremble in anxiety or fear, let’s just love completely.”

The desire of others that had drained the battery. The life of ‘Zero’ that had to be suppressed because of it. Just like that day when he let go of a life filled with pain and gifted himself a new identity. He hoped that this moment, which he was greeting as ‘Weather,’ could be painted with nothing but happiness.

“I love you, Weather.”

This being, who was tougher and stronger than anyone but was, in fact, endlessly fragile—Jester wanted to cherish him with all his heart. And how could such a feeling not be conveyed?

“…I love you, Jester.”

Weather, fully embracing the emotion that had found him, nodded his head.

🎥

The slick tip of a tongue delved into a place that had never once been opened. The semen that had been applied beforehand rode the tip of the tongue as it entered, then dripped down. Jester, who had wiped the semen that flowed down the cool thigh with his hand, pushed his saliva into the parting entrance.

“Hah, ah,…!”

Weather, clutching the reclined car seat, flinched. Jester, holding onto the trembling calves, buried his face in the hole and rubbed the tip of his nose against it.

“Ah, Jester, stop…!”

“Sorry, Weather. Just a little more.”

Two fingers delved into the tenderly loosened hole. The entrance that had felt so full with just one was now easily swallowing every knuckle. Jester, who had planted a kiss on the flesh that had swallowed his long fingers, pushed one more in. The softly yielding inner walls tightened around his fingers. Swish, Jester carefully spread the opening and added more movement, rubbing the inside.

“Ha, hngh…!”

The unfamiliar sensation made his back tremble uncontrollably. A shiver that shot up from the tips of his toes kept tightening its grip on his breath. Finally, when the feeling of euphoria surged, semen burst from the tip of his penis, which he had been pressing and grinding against the seat as if in pressure. It was an ejaculation he had never experienced before.

“Ha, ah…!”

Mwah, mwah. Jester kissed the nape of the neck that was letting out heated breaths. He gently stroked the thighs that were collapsing as if giving way and wiped away the semen smeared on the seat with his hand. Jester, who had wrapped his own penis with his already soaked fingers, gazed at Weather with feverish eyes.

“…Jester.”

The flushed red corners of his eyes were beautiful. So beautiful that it was enough to pull him from the afterglow of a release he hadn’t even known existed, enough to make him want to kiss him right this instant.

“…Switch places, Jester.”

Weather, turning his body, climbed on top of Jester. When he pushed the seat back again, there was more room for movement. He looked directly at Jester, who was lying down defenselessly, looking only at him. He captured every single moment, not missing a single instant.

The hard, erect penis touched the end of the hole. He reached out his hand, guided it to the entrance, and slowly lowered his hips. The foreign feeling of fingers, which had remained like an afterimage, was gone without a trace, and only the sensation of the hard penis parting his inner walls was vivid. It was a fuller sensation than he had expected.

“Hah, Weather….”

“Jes, ter….”

Jester, gripping the slowly descending thighs, trembled. The more slowly he was taken, the more vivid the sensation of being parted from within became. Weather, exhausted by the penis that delved endlessly into him, let out a ragged breath. Damn it, Weather, chewing on a low curse, pulled on Jester’s arm.

“Wea….”

Weather pulled Jester’s upper body up, embraced him tightly, kissed him, and lowered his hips all at once.

Thwack—!

“Hngh—!”

“Hahk, mph—!”

Along with the sound of skin slapping, sounds burst from beyond their sealed lips.

“Ha, kkh….”

The penis, seated without a single gap, felt like it would tear through his stomach and pop out. At the same time, an intense sensation he had never felt before enveloped Weather’s entire body. An extreme pleasure spread from the point where their penis tips met. It felt as if his vision was going completely black.

“Ha…!”

“Weather, do you feel it?”

Jester, clinging to Weather who was twitching as if in a seizure, thrust his hips up. The penis that had parted the inner walls quickly scraped the inside.

“Ha, ah, ah—!”

“Weather, Weather…!”

The veiny surface rubbed against the tender flesh. The penis thrusting in fiercely and concentrated on rubbing the spot that created pleasure. It was a sensation that was impossible to endure. Weather, convulsing from the pleasure that was akin to pain, twisted his whole body. He just wanted to escape from the unfamiliar sensation. But Jester, holding onto him tightly, let out a sound like a sob.

“Weather, ngh, Weather…!”

“Jes, ter, ah, ugh…!”

Jester, strongly pinning down the flailing arms and waist, pleaded. Don’t run away, don’t run away. Murmuring as if sobbing, he thrust his hips up with enough force to make a thudding sound. His upper body leaned further and further back from the clinging gestures.

Ha, damn it. Weather, wrapping his legs around Jester’s waist, abruptly buried his face in the nape of his neck. He pressed his body deeply against the penis that was relentlessly, thunderously connecting with his.

“Ah, hahk, eugh, ha…!”

Even while feeling that the electrifyingly sharp sensation was agonizing, it felt damn good. The desperate, clinging warmth, and the sight of Jester, who had lost his reason and was sobbing—it was all so good.

Weather, who had been gnawing on the veiny neck, urgently kissed him. He obsessively sucked on his tongue and bit his lips. Normally, he would never have even thought of hurting Jester. But his mind, flushed with heat, was spreading a strange desire. Weather, who had finally sucked on the blood-beaded lips, wrapped his arms around the firm shoulders. In time with the pounding thrusts, he rubbed his own penis against Jester’s belly.

“Hah, Weather….”

“Jester, Jester….”

A horribly intense feeling of impending release rushed over him. Just as he was about to surrender his body to the spreading sensation.

“Ah….”

The number on the back of his hand came into view.

[1%]

The lips that had been letting out continuous, ragged breaths parted. Jester, facing the expression that looked as if it would crumble at any moment, pulled Weather into an embrace. Covering the chilling hand with his own, he whispered.

“It’s okay, Weather.”

“Jester….”

“You’ll be okay.”

He knows the reason for his anxiety. And yet, he will be okay. He will definitely be okay. The gentle voice saying so calmed Weather’s anxiety.

“…Yes, Jester.”

Weather, a faint smile on his lips, returned the embrace of their touching chests.

“Everything, will be okay.”

Because you said it would be okay. Even if I stop like this, I can close my eyes while embracing your warmth with my whole body.

“I love you, Jester.”

Finally, when his vision blurred from the pleasure that felt as if his breath would give out at any moment. Weather felt the sensation pouring into his own interior and closed his eyes.

🎥

“Zero.”

A familiar face was there before his eyes. A mansion in a secluded forest in Sector C. In a space filled with very old things, Mana turned to look at him and clicked his tongue.

“Mana?”

“Don’t run. You’ll kick up dust.”

“Are you back now? Where have you been all this time.”

“What do you mean, where have I been? Did you have a dream or something?”

Strange for a guy who doesn’t even sleep. Mana, letting out a light snort, turned his gaze back to the book he was reading. At the familiar and nostalgic scene, Weather smiled lightly.

“Of course not.”

“Zero, I’ve told you time and time again, but you can sleep if you try to. A power-saving mode, so to speak.”

“I know. But it’s not easy.”

“Why, because of your life spent scraping the bottom?”

Mana said it bluntly, casually. It was a prickly tone, but knowing there was no ill will, Weather obediently nodded his head.

“Well, yes. Something like that.”

“What a tiresome guy.”

Mana, clicking his tongue again with a tsk, said to Weather.

“Zero.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? When I was very young, I had the chance to see an ancient text from a certain world. Among its verses was this line.”

The words that would follow were ones that Weather had heard so many times they were etched into his ears.

“The egg is the world. He who would be born…”

“The egg is the world. He who would be born must first destroy a world.”

At the words spoken without a single error, Mana narrowed his eyes. Weather, taking in that gaze completely, shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve heard it so many times, I’ve memorized it all.”

“You’d have to be dead not to memorize this.”

Mana, letting out a smirk, turned a page in his book.

“But, Zero.”

“Yes, Mana.”

Flip, at the same time the page turned, Mana asked.

“How does it feel to have destroyed the egg?”

🎥

“Weather?”

When he snapped his eyes open, Jester’s startled face filled his vision.

“…Jester?”

“Yes, Weather. Did you sleep well?”

Jester, smiling gently, softly caressed Weather’s cheek. At the overly vivid sensation, Weather sat up.

“Jester, how am I….”

“You were exhausted and fell asleep. You slept for quite a while, I was starting to get worried.”

“…I fell asleep?”

Weather asked back as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Yes. You fell asleep from exhaustion.”

“That can’t be. The battery….”

Weather, who had urgently checked the back of his hand, widened his eyes. Jester looked at him, who had frozen blankly, with a gentle gaze.

“I told you, Weather.”

“……”

“That you would be okay.”

[0%]

The number signaling the end was clearly engraved. The trembling green eyes stared endlessly at the number. Jester, covering Weather’s hand and meeting his eyes, said.

“Weather, this is just a number.”

“What?”

“This isn’t your real battery. This is just a number that reacts to people’s emotions, it’s not a system that affects your real physical body.”

Jester, tracing the roundly drawn number with his fingertip, continued.

“While you were imprisoned….”

He slowly began to unravel the past.

🎥

Even in the moment he lost consciousness, his mind was filled entirely with Weather. It was the same when he opened his eyes after surgery. The gaze of those green eyes that had looked at him so desperately even while being mercilessly trampled. The voice. Everything about Weather twisted his insides horribly.

Don’t treat Weather carelessly. Don’t even touch him. Don’t separate me from him. Give me back to Weather. I have to go to Weather.

A mouth that wouldn’t move no matter how much he screamed. A voice that wouldn’t reach. He didn’t know how all of it had powerlessly crushed his body. And then he thought. He had to wake up quickly. He had to wake up and go to Weather. He had to make it so his wait would not be long.

Finally, when the surgery successfully ended and he regained consciousness.

“Louis! Are you awake?”

The first face he saw upon opening his eyes was Mikhail’s, not Weather’s, and Jester felt a wave of sadness.

“Because of you, I… Hey, what are you doing right now! You can’t move yet!”

“Get lost, Mikhail.”

Jester, who had unhesitatingly ripped off the things dangling from his body, sat up. He lightly pushed aside the man blocking his way and crossed the hospital room.

“Louis! Are you crazy? What are you doing as soon as you wake up…!”

“Where is Weather.”

“Why is that name coming up now!”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll find out myself.”

Jester, replying lightly, opened the hospital room door. Mikhail, his face scrunching up, ran over and grabbed his clothes.

“Are you really out of your mind? That’s not a person. It’s a humanoid! How could you have been with something like that all this time…!”

“Shut your mouth, Mikhail.”

Jester, murmuring eerily, looked down at Mikhail.

“Don’t you dare speak carelessly.”

“Ha! He must have really lost his mind. How could he do this to me, the one who saved him…!”

“I think you are mistaken about something.”

“What?”

The terribly sunken golden eyes stared directly at Mikhail.

“You did not save me.”

“…….”

“You interfered.”

Mikhail, who had become stiff as a board, could not utter another word. Jester, who had been looking at him emotionlessly, simply left him behind and exited the hospital room.

“Lou, Louis? Are you all right?”

“My goodness! It’s Louis!”

Gazes full of worry and surprise poured toward Louis, who had regained consciousness. Had it been Louis, he would have responded gently, but it was not Louis. He walked as if he could not hear or see anything. He snatched a communication device from a retainer who was on standby and began to dig into the situation of that day.

“…….”

The kidnapper of Louis was revealed to be a humanoid. And a suspect in a murder case that occurred in Sector C. The punishment given to him, a humanoid, was disposal. All his limbs would be torn to shreds, cut into pieces, and thrown away in a junkyard. Although he had skin that looked human on the outside, it was not real skin.

…Weather.

It was now a name that tightened his heart just by thinking of it. Jester endlessly repeated the name that was accompanied by pain. Mikhail would have certainly taken measures in advance regarding Weather’s execution. He, who had secretly bought out the detention center so that Weather could be safe, moved his feet.

A mansion where a hazy fog spread thickly. Jester, who had arrived at the place that had been Mana’s but had ultimately become Weather’s space, opened the door. The broken door revealed the interior easily, unlike the first time. He quietly took a breath, taking in the sight of every corner of the mansion, which had become even more of a mess than his last memory of it.

Jester, after rummaging through the living room, gripped the hammer that Weather had hidden and went up the stairs. He broke down the door that was locked with a security device and a palm-sized padlock. Facing the room filled with traces of Mana, he rummaged through the things he had left behind. Because if it was Mana, he would have left records about the creations he had made. And among them, there would surely be something about Weather.

And that thought of his was not wrong. Although he had lost time deciphering the password, he was eventually able to find Weather’s data.

—Year XXXX, Month XX, Day XX. The 256th record. The client’s name is Jason Miller, who requested an adult male-type humanoid. He is a character with the name ‘Zero’.

“The culprit who kidnapped Louis was you, Zero!”

‘…Zero.’

It was a name he had definitely heard before. It was the other side of himself that Weather had tried to hide from him. It was a story he had wanted to hear directly from Weather, but it was unavoidable in order to find clues about him.

Like that, Jester learned of his beginning through the video in which the creation records were recorded. The existence of Jason Miller who created Zero, and the terrible shackles that were placed on him. And about the battery.

I am enclosing a drawing. The guy’s name is ‘Zero’. He is a guy who feeds on hatred rather than affection. I want others’ ‘affection’ to be poison to this guy. …What would be fatal to a humanoid. No matter how much of a self is injected into them and they are regarded as a new kind of humanity, in the end, they are nothing but machines…. I suppose it would be the battery?

Ah, now that I write it, that sounds good. Let’s go with the battery. This guy’s battery will only be filled by ‘negative’ emotions. Conversely, the battery will be consumed by ‘positive’ emotions.

Hmm, but while negative emotions come to mind easily, I can’t think of anything specific for positive emotions. Positive emotions…. I suppose it would be ‘affection,’ right? Because the positive emotion I have for the guy stems from ‘affection’.

“…….”

When he had finally finished reading Jason’s request letter. What Jester felt was a terrible revulsion and hatred toward Jason Miller. If he had not died long ago and were still alive, he himself would have been the one to kill him. He would have sent him off with his own hands, the man who had oppressed Weather’s life with a twisted desire.

At the same time, Jester felt a resentment toward Mana. Because it was Mana who had brought the twisted desire into reality.

Just then, as he swallowed his burning insides and swept his hair back. The recorded voice of Mana in the video continued.

—I have succeeded in making it react to the human emotional system, but linking it with the battery system is not as easy as I thought. Even when I add reactions to physical impact, only the number moves, but it doesn’t affect the real battery.

“…….”

Jester, who flinched, stared at the screen.

—What on earth is the problem. The design plan was perfect….

Mana, who had taken off his glasses, pressed his temples. When he opened his eyes after closing them for a moment, lost in thought, he was wearing an expression that was somehow relieved. Jester could not take his eyes off his aunt’s face. When he made a face like that.

—Well, I suppose it’s fine either way.

He had always surprised others with unexpected decisions.

—They will only see the battery number that is visible, who would know the state of the real battery.

“…Ha.”

Mana smiled while looking at the screen, as if seeking agreement by asking, Isn’t that right?

🎥

“Originally, it is correct that your body should have been affected by your emotions, influencing your battery. Because that was the request.”

Jester, who was recalling the two eyes he had met in the screen, going back in time, continued.

“But when he actually tried it, it seems it wasn’t easy for Mana either. I found several traces of his deliberation about the system structure in the creation records. In the meantime, it seems Jason Miller was rushing him. Telling him to hand you over quickly.”

“Ah….”

Weather, who was concentrating on the words that continued in a low voice, gave a bitter smile. Because he knew better than anyone about Jason’s obsession.

“Mana must have thought that it was already a plausible deception, and that Jason’s nagging was bothersome, so in the end, he sent you in an incomplete state. No, to be precise, it would be better to express it as incomplete in regards to the request. In fact, your physical body is no different from a perfect humanoid.”

Jester, smiling gently, planted a kiss on the back of Weather’s hand.

“You are safe, Weather.”

“…….”

“You know, when I was very young. I had the chance to see an ancient text from a certain world, and among its verses was this line. ‘The egg is the world. He who would be born must first destroy a world’. Zero. Have you truly destroyed your egg? Try to think about it carefully.”

Mana, who had added this with a peculiar smile.

“It may seem to be making little progress, but it will be quite helpful. From what I can see, that’s enough. Stop denying it and accept yourself now.”

The words he had casually tossed out while handing him the battery drink.

“You’re going to be okay.”

The conviction that he would be okay. All of those things that Weather had carelessly passed by were, in fact, hints about his own body that Mana had been trying to tell him.

“…Ha, haha.”

The things he had done out of a desire to live. The ugly side of the world that had approached him and a past stained with fear. The past days when he had floundered in pain flowed away in vain. It was futile and absurd, and a little resentful.

“Weather.”

But relief was greater than all those negative emotions. The gratitude for the reality that he could stay alive was greater. The joy of being able to exist as himself was greater.

“You can resent Mana. You have the right to.”

“…….”

Weather, who moved his lips for a moment, smiled bitterly. Because he knew that the words about having to break his own egg to be born, the words to accept himself as he was, were the best expression Mana could offer him.

“I can’t say I don’t resent him. Still….”

Despite that, he was just a person with that kind of disposition. Because he had accepted him as he was. Weather decided to understand Mana while holding onto only a little bit of resentment.

“…Just for today. I’ll just, hate him just for today.”

And when morning dawned again, he would shake off the hatred and only miss him. While reminiscing about the memories they had shared.

“You know, Weather.”

Jester whispered while facing the green eyes that no longer felt any fear.

“Maybe Mana foresaw this entire story.”

“You should go to that place.”

“That place?”

“Yes. You’ve been there before. Though it was when you were very young.”

Mana, slowly closing his eyes. The moment he was silent as if recalling something, and the smile that gently appeared.

“Definitely.”

“…….”

“It will be a gift.”

“Mana knew that we were necessary beings for each other. That’s why he guided me to you.”

Weather, deeply engraving the gently continuing voice, nodded his head.

“Yes. That might be so.”

Because Mana was the only being who knew how much he had wanted the Louis in the screen.

“How does it feel to have destroyed the egg?”

From a place far, far away, it felt as if Mana’s laughter could be heard.