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When the orgasm hit, Sohen could no longer hold back from... "spewing out the Emperor’s biological cocktail."

- (Me). "Ahh..."

(Damn. I really went overboard.)

His hips jerked forward harder than he’d intended.

His cock throbbed convulsively in Valkyrie’s fingers, and the first thick stream shot straight out.

The fluid hit the black back of the chair in the row in front of him with a wet, almost audible splash.

Then a second, even stronger one.

The third was weaker, but still long.

- (Valkyrie). "..."

Valkyrie didn’t pull her hand away right away and continued to stroke him slowly, almost tenderly, helping him release everything to the very end.

Her fingers felt every spasmodic throb.

A few drops trickled down her wrist, but most of it landed on the back of the chair.

The semen was thick, hot, and sticky.

It slowly spread across the smooth faux leather, leaving uneven, shiny, whitish streaks.

One long stream slowly trickled downward, stretching under its own weight, almost to the seat itself.

The liquid glistened every time the light from the screen changed.

Other drops had congealed into separate spots — some were already beginning to thicken and turn matte, while others still looked fresh and wet.

The smell was faint, but at this close range, Sohen could... sense it — salty, heavy, and unmistakable, provided one’s sense of smell was intact.

- (Me). "Phew..."

(Damn. Chairs like these aren’t cheap. If our "performance" with Valkyrie was caught on camera, then in addition to getting banned, I’ll definitely have to pay compensation for damaging the movie theater’s property.)

Sohen sat there, breathing heavily through his nose.

His chest rose and fell sharply.

His whole body was still trembling slightly after the climax — thighs, stomach, even his toes.

His penis remained extremely sensitive, almost painfully so.

Every accidental brush of air or residual movement of his "neighbor’s" fingers sent a slight, spasmodic twitch through him.

There was a faint hum in his ears.

His heart was still pounding somewhere in his throat, reverberating in his temples.

Legs felt like cotton, heavy, as if filled with lead.

A warm, sweet sensation of emptiness spread through the lower part of my abdomen... the same one that always comes right after a powerful orgasm, when the body hasn’t yet realized that the tension has already subsided.

- (Me). "Phew..."

(In my head... nothing but shame. I’m definitely going to have to pay for this crazy bitch...)

- (Valkyrie). "..."

Meanwhile, Valkyrie calmly withdrew her hand.

She took a plain paper napkin out of a small black purse, carefully wiped her fingers and wrist, crumpled the napkin, and put it away.

Then she took out a second one and carefully, almost professionally, dabbed away any excess moisture, helping Sohen quickly get back in order.

Her movements were quick, precise, and businesslike, without unnecessary tenderness, but also without disgust.

Toward the end, she took a third one and wiped up what had ended up on the back of the chair across from the young man.

- (Me). "???"

- (Valkyrie). "What?"

- (Me). "Well... nothing."

- (Valkyrie). "Napkins should always be on hand at moments like this."

- (Me). "Yeah..."

- (Valkyrie). "I hope you didn’t get any silly ideas in your head, like ’compensation for damaging someone else’s property’ or something like that?"

- (Me). "Well... no."

(Damn. How did she figure out that I might be thinking something like that?)

- (Valkyrie). "You’re lying. I know you too well... You’re such a pessimist."

- (Me). "..."

- (Valkyrie). "Don’t even think about something like that. We’re in the movie theater of the world of porn novels, where everyone is blind, deaf, mute, stupid, and so on."

- (Me). "What?"

- (Valkyrie). "I’m saying you’re overthinking it. The camera above us is filming a wide shot and can barely see the far seats in the last row. The one near the exit is facing the other way. No one’s going to go out of their way to review the footage after a regular showing unless there was a complaint or a fight, and as for the stain... I’ve already wiped it up. The cleaning lady will see, at most, a slightly damp spot and think someone spilled a drink. No one’s going to run any tests. We’ll be fine, and we definitely won’t have to pay anything. Just stand up and walk out like a normal person."

- (Me). "..."

(Damn, she’s right. You can’t argue with that logic. My habit of thinking about the worst-case scenarios has reared its head.)

- (Me). "Yeah. You’re right."

- (Valkyrie). "..."

After Sohen spoke those words, a small, contented smile appeared on Valkyrie’s face.

Meanwhile, the movie was coming to an end.

- (Me). "???"

(Is the movie over already?)

The final credits appeared on the screen.

A dark, almost black background.

In the center of the frame — two men’s palms.

On the left and right, two other palms gently, almost tenderly, encircled them.

On the wrist of one was a light, almost white sleeve.

On the wrist of the other — a dark, thick fabric.

The symbolism was simple and clear... the protagonist got his happy ending with both women.

The camera slowly, very slowly pulled back, showing this gesture in ever-smaller detail until the four hands turned into a tiny dot in the center of the darkness and the image completely faded away.

The closing credits began to play.

- (Me). "..."

(Somewhere halfway through, I’d already stopped following the plot, but looking at the final frame, it’s clear that the "Harem" tag won out. Congratulations to the main character. He deserved it... probably.)

While the music was still playing, the lights in the hall suddenly came on.

The bright ceiling lights flashed on all at once, and the semi-darkness vanished in a second.

- (Me). "Damn!..."

Sohen flinched instinctively.

He quickly, almost frantically, tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped up pants, his fingers trembling slightly from the rush.

(Phew...)

- (Valkyrie). "..."

Meanwhile, Valkyrie calmly took a small black makeup bag out of her purse.

She opened it, pulled out a compact mirror and some pencils.

Taking her time, she touched up her eyeliner, applied some lipstick, and lightly dusted powder under her eyes — makeup had indeed lost some of its original shine after sitting in the dark for so long.

Just then, three students began climbing the stairs from the side of the screen.

They were discussing the movie loudly but enthusiastically:

- (Male Student 1). "No, you know, the ending was totally..."

- (Male Student 2). "Yandere on yandere, that was intense..."

- (Male Student 1). "And the scene in the house, when..."

A girl wearing large glasses looked up and happened to glance toward the back row.

- (Female Student). "..."

Her gaze first swept over Sohen, who was just finishing buttoning his pants, and then settled on Valkyrie.

- (Me). "???"

Sohen noticed them getting up, but deliberately avoided looking in their direction.

He just sat there, staring straight ahead, waiting for the three of them to walk past.

Valkyrie, however, looked up from her compact just as her gaze met that of the girl in glasses.

- (Valkyrie). "Hehe..."

A slow, sly smile spread across Valkyrie’s face.

Without looking away, she raised her index finger to her lips and made a clear "shh" gesture — her finger pressed tightly against her lips, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if to say, "This stays between us."

- (Female Student). "!!!"

The girl in glasses froze for a moment.

Then her face instantly flushed a deep red from her neck to the tips of her ears.

She turned away abruptly, her gaze almost fixed on the floor, and quickened her pace.

The two boys beside her didn’t notice a thing and kept talking.

A few seconds later, all three had already left the hall, and the door closed softly behind them.

Valkyrie calmly closed her compact, put everything back in her makeup bag, and glanced briefly at Sohen.

A smile still played on her lips.

- (Valkyrie). "The movie turned out to be more interesting than I expected, and... surprisingly, I enjoyed spending time with you, but there’s one more place I’d like to go."

Sohen looked at her.

- (Me). "Where?"

She just smiled ever so slightly and nodded toward the exit.

- (Valkyrie). "You’ll see."

...

Twenty minutes later.

- (Me). "..."

(Yeah, right... Fate sure has a way of playing tricks.)

Sohen stood by the bed, silent.

The room he was in was painfully familiar.

The same hotel room.

The same wide bed with a light-colored bedspread.

The same curtains and the same faint scent of air freshener.

This was exactly where he’d been a few days ago with Sister Olivia, grandmother’s friend.

(Phew... Ha-ha... Ha-ha-ha... You know what? Screw it all. If fate itself is telling me to walk the path of a "harem king" then so be it. Even more trials await me ahead, so... let’s stop holding back and start fucking everything that moves.)