He stood up in frustration, the theatrical calmness of a post-wet-dream moment evaporating instantly.
The burden of being someone who must be useful to humanity had once again been scribbled into the slice-of-life script of his existence.
A tube popped out from the system—still containing yesterday's leftover piss.
With a few contractions from his bladder, he finished quickly.
He returned the tube into the system.
A notification popped up again—one he was already tired of seeing, despite it only showing up once before—then disappeared just as quickly.
He remained standing there, feeling the stickiness around his thighs caused by the increased volume of cum—thanks to the Tower Manager's holy puff yesterday.
He let out a breath.
"My body still can't restrain itself. Even though I tried to reflect like a stoic philosopher yesterday, that damn blessing ended up giving me a wet dream."
He looked up at the sky, then lowered his gaze to his own reflection in the flowing river.
