A Pause before the Next Wave

Yuri was feeling sore; he wrote up a sign that he needed some time to rest away from everyone for a minimum of half an hour, but he would prefer they give him one to two hours to rest. Ironically, Yuri wasn’t feeling exhausted; he had some seriously absurd sexual stamina almost as soon as he arrived in Erotolsia, as far as he could tell. But that didn’t mean his body was as resilient as his stamina; he was feeling sore in the groin from all the consecutive sexual interactions that were spaced ten to thirty minutes apart, sometimes noticeably shorter than that.

Surprisingly enough, they seemed to respect the sign; Usagi’s mother entered during this lull time, in something akin to forest green lingerie, to get some more info from Yuri. “The sign you posted on the door has the ones on the waiting list and observation duty more than a bit concerned,” said Tsuki, “care to explain?”

“My groin area is feeling more than a little sore,” said Yuri, “I suspect all the sexual activity in considerably short succession is the primary contributor to that condition. And not just my groin, but also my thighs feel sore.”

“I can understand, said Tsuki, “I guess we got a little carried away with things. Looks like we’ll be redoing the schedules for the remaining volunteers, again.”

“I don’t think this would usually be much of a problem,” said Yuri diplomatically, “seeing as I usually tended to go hours, sometimes all night, with each of my partners before all this. I think the issue is the rapid change of pace when moving from one partner to the next; I typically managed to be able to get my energy levels back up and catch my breath with much shorter breaks with my partners back at the town, but here each of the breaks tends to herald a change of partner, and that also means a complete change of pace and rhythm during intercourse; I think my soreness is mainly due to the abrupt changes in rhythm during the changes in my partners, the paces tend to be a bit more consistent; if that makes any sort of sense.”

“Why wasn’t it an issue with prior sessions?”

“I think it was more of a minor annoyance during those; it’s just become pronounced fairly recently.”

“I suppose that makes sense; you have been at it the past couple of days with minimal personal rest time; we chose a timing sequence that we thought was best for optimization.”

“That and the wave of partners is considerably more than our trial run; it would have probably been best for things if the waves slowly built up so I would at least have time to adapt to change in numbers. I seem to recall you being the trial run; then, I was basically given a few dozen partners to deal with in one intense wave. I don’t even have to deal with that back in the town I am a semi-resident for; we’ve worked out a system there that involves my willing cooperation, which you do have here. It probably would have worked out better if the wave was maybe half the size it was; then, you could incrementally increase the number of partners I have for a given day until you are at what you consider most optimal for getting all the participants to be involved. I’m on a loose timeline for what needs to be done, and you seem to be on a stricter timeline for things. I honestly didn’t have a set amount of time for the town to wait up for me; you seem to be operating on the assumption I need to get back to the town by a certain time. What we have here is a miscommunication. I figured I would probably be here for a few weeks, maybe a month or two; I’ve barely been in this world for more than three or four months, assuming my math checks out regarding my time here.”

“Right, I’ll let everyone else know the details, and we probably should slow things down a bit to give participants the time they need to prepare and all that.”