CHAPTER 6: Goodbye, For Now

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The lights dimmed for the final time.

The soft chime of the broadcast ending was like an exhale across the room. The viewer count faded. The comment stream froze mid-emoji. Only the Breedinghall's ambient lights remained—low, warm, like dusk after a storm.

Rhea didn't move.

She stayed folded over the chrome handlebars of the performance dais, body slick, flushed, trembling. His cum still dripped slowly from her swollen folds, trailing a glisten down her inner thighs. Her knees wobbled, her lungs shallow with aftershocks.

She blinked slowly, dream-drunk.

Then her voice came—hoarse, intimate.

"Thank you for watching…"A soft smile curled her lips as she tilted her head toward the nearest stream node."I'll dream of your comments tonight."

The system gave its final ping.

[STREAM TERMINATED][RHEA'S RANKING +17% | FAVORITES +4,832 | CLIP SAVES +11,091]

Joon was still inside her when it ended.

He exhaled, slowly, then kissed the back of her shoulder. "You okay?"

She nodded.

He slid out of her with care, a soft, wet sound accompanying the exit. She whimpered, legs giving just a little, and he caught her easily. Arms around her waist. A warm towel in his hands, pulled from the sterilized drawer built into the breeding dais.

Her thighs were streaked with him. Her entrance still fluttered, pink and stretched, twitching as if it didn't want to close yet.

He dabbed gently at her skin.

"You're dripping," he murmured, voice quiet, not teasing.

"Let it," she whispered. "I want to feel it. A little longer."

The session door slid open at the back of the Breedinghall.

A woman stepped in. White coat. Slate-black gloves. One of the senior handlers.

"Beautiful work," she said with a professional smile, tablet in hand. "Rhea, Joon—you hit sync metrics that haven't been reached since the last Prime pairing. This hall session is being archived as an 'Exemplary Insemination Performance.' You'll be listed on the Breeding Wall."

Rhea blinked.

"Oh."

The handler crouched beside her, scanning her abdomen with a thin wand. A soft blue light pulsed against her skin.

"Retention is perfect. Cervical seal looks healthy. Your body accepted the release fully." She tapped the screen. "No need for post-session flush. Womb is... open."

Joon's arm tightened around her waist.

The handler glanced at him. "You, mister, may have just sparked a Tier 1 jump. She was ovulating at peak. And you hit the window—clean and deep."

He smiled faintly.

Rhea leaned her head back against his shoulder. "You make it sound so clinical."

The handler chuckled. "It is clinical. And primal. That's the beauty of this hall." She stood. "Rest room is prepped. Take her there. Let her come down slow."

They walked the corridor in silence—Joon's arm around Rhea, her body relaxed against his side. She was barefoot, still glowing, wrapped in the warm recovery cloth.

The breeding room was plush. Private.

Nothing like the sleek chrome and halo lights of the Breedinghall. Here, the walls were a soft gradient blush, the lights amber and low, the air scented faintly with warm milk and crushed orchid.

Rhea curled into the bed, nude and glistening, her thighs still parted from habit, the shape of him still felt deep inside her. She pressed close to Joon, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. No makeup. No pose. Just soft, fucked open, and raw in the gentlest way.

He stroked her back.

They didn't need to speak right away.

But when they did, it was soft.

"You were beautiful," he murmured, brushing her hair from her cheek.

She smiled against his chest. "You made me feel… different. Not just bred. Not just watched."

His arms tightened.

"Good," he said.

Her voice dropped to something vulnerable. "If I'm pregnant…"

A pause.

"I think I'd be happy."

He didn't answer.

He just kissed the crown of her head and pulled the blanket over her shoulders.

The handler peeked in once more, tablet in hand.

"She's stable," she said quietly. "Signs of successful fertilization are strong. I'll confirm in four hours."

Joon nodded.

The door sealed again.

Now alone, the room went still.

Rhea was already asleep, one leg draped over his hip, her breath slow, face turned toward his neck.

Above the bed, projected in faint gold:

[OVUM STATUS: FERTILIZED – POST-INSEMINATION 1HR][NEW TAG UNLOCKED: #NurtureNest]