PROPMAN -Return to the origin- 2

His thick pectoral muscles, wrapped in a rugby jersey-type suit, glistened black in the strong sunlight.

It was a simple matter.

The automatic assault weapons sent by the Senkyo concentrated all their super-heavy firepower on the propman, but they crushed him before he could even get a single scratch on his body.

The quarantine zone where he had promised that many citizens would one day be allowed to return home.

Propman could even afford to defend that uninhabited urban area centered on the rugby field.

"End of situation."

A small mutter in an area where communication is not available due to the DG.

For several years now, only automatic attack weapons have been seen.

As a man fighting on the front lines, Propman is convinced that this battle is won.

The heroes have slaughtered countless enemies, and now there are only a few different species left that can be safely called remnants.

In the near future, humanity will regain all its territory.

"Propman to return to ..."

Propman stops moving as he is about to turn himself around to return to the surveillance station.

His huge body heats up at what he sees out of the corner of his eye.

A small figure hiding behind a crumbling house.

A round, fat silhouette that cannot be forgotten.

Onuma reflexively chased after the presence.

On the day of Kato's death, Onuma had missed a single Senkyo.

That small, strange figure must have been his regret over the past 20 years.

"Stop! If you surrender, you will not be harmed!"

He urges them to surrender as he pursues them.

The anger and sadness that have not yet faded.

But Onuma, who is already a hero in body and soul, shows great mercy and warmth even to his enemies.

Onuma, sensing his own calmness, closes the distance one step at a time.

"This is nasty..."

Thinking he had cornered the dead end, Senkyo ducked into a gap in the collapsed building.

A space that a dwarf of a different species would be able to pass through by bending down is not a simple task for the hero's huge body.

Of course, with the propman's power, he could blow up a house in an instant.

However, he cannot destroy them recklessly because he has the goal of returning the residents to their homes after all the Senkyo have been repelled.

Propman decided to crawl on his belly through the rubble.

"What is this...?"

The dimly lit narrow passageway of rubble was covered with a strange object.

A translucent substance, neither resin nor gel, enveloped the unevenness of the rubble.

It could be a toxic substance originating from another dimension.

Even though the heroes' bodies could not be affected, the situation continued to be a series of irregularities.

It was a situation where retreat should have been chosen.

"Boring little tricks...!"

But Onuma was not as calm as he thought he was.

He increased his creeping speed more and more, rubbing his huge body against the irregularly rippling floor.

"..."

Change came quickly.

The center of the propman's body, which, although he did not point it out, was the focus of everyone who saw him.

The thick, long outline of a man forced into a rugby pants-type suit and arched.

The man's organ was growing in volume inside the closely-fitting black suit.

Onuma's penis, unevenly compressed in the narrow tube, had begun to erect independently of his own will.

"Whoa ...!"

Onuma's massive meat rod finally protrudes from the side of his short, rugby pants-type suit.

So thick in diameter that it would be difficult to impregnate a woman naturally, it warps slightly and presses against the debris of the floor.

The large overhanging crown of the glans, which seems designed to gouge the vagina, pushes through the narrow space.

The brown male organ, with its strongly raised spongy ridges, quivered and trembled.

"Damn..."

Onuma mutters abjectly and speeds forward in his breaststroke-like posture.

A strong sex drive is proof that a man is healthy, and he has never been ashamed of it.

But it was also true that Onuma had been plagued by his own libido ever since his first ejaculation.

When he was a student, he would say that he was in a constant state of arousal when he was not eating, sleeping, or playing rugby.

Although he masturbated at all hours of the day, he will never forget the time he was stimulated by the handrail of a crowded train and ejaculated into his school uniform.

If he could have a woman, he always got away with it because of his vigor, and his erection would not stop despite his depression.

What would happen if a man who harbored such a sexual appetite had his penis licked all over by a smooth undulation, the results were obvious.

"Muuu...!"

Onuma's twin eyes, which had been burning with fighting spirit earlier, became slightly humid.

He was feeling good.

The desire to ejaculate was building up at the base of his frog-like spread legs.

A large amount of precum was already dripping from the taut tip crack, moistening Onuma's manhood to the point of excess.

It would be okay to let it out.

It would be better to let it out so that he could concentrate on what was in front of him.

This was a temptation that Onuma had been fighting at all times and in all places.

Onuma has lived his life as a man, sometimes winning against that temptation and sometimes losing to that excuse.

But the pressure and friction gradually lessened.

The tunnel of rubble gradually became wider and wider, and ahead was an uphill slope.

"..."

The loss of stimulation to the penis does not mean that the heat deep in the man's loins, once set on fire, will fizzle out.

Still, Onuma ignores the needs of his lower body.

For the sake of the repose of his departed friend's soul, he should now calmly and surely continue the pursuit.

With firm determination, the propman raises his upper body and puts his hand on the incline.

He does not know that this is the first step in his descent into the dastardly pitfall.

"This can't be...!"

At that moment, a purple lightning flashes and the visibility shakes.

This is a phenomenon he has seen many times before when DG occurs.

Without time or space to evacuate, Propman's huge body disappeared from the collapsed house.