The next morning, it was time for the Queen's morning walk.
Last night's night shift was Linda. When I told her I needed to collect semen twice, she shouted,
"There won't be any left for me—!!"
Well, it couldn't be helped. The maids' portions took priority over Linda's. I carefully told Linda that "greed is a sin," but in the end the two nighttime extractions went to the Queen and the maids, while the early-morning one went to Linda.
I wondered if being squeezed this much would make me look exhausted, but that didn't seem to be the case at all. Thinking about it, back in middle school in my previous life, I used to masturbate from morning until night on days off… well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But it was roughly like that. Compared to then, I feel like I can still produce plenty more. In my previous life the material was two-dimensional, but now it's real women who will do anything, touch me, and show me everything.
