Battle for My Life

Asher was still grappling with the fact that he was now a sperm cell, floating in the endless tunnel of a man's reproductive system. For someone who had never even experienced the joys of intimacy, this was beyond madness—it was outright surreal. He hadn't exactly expected to lose his virginity this way, but life had a twisted sense of humor.

To make things worse, Asher had no control over his fate. Whether he reached the woman's egg or met some other less glamorous end was entirely out of his hands. "Not to mention if the guy decides to pull out at the last second. I could end up on the cold ground or—ugh, worse."

His initial panic subsided as strange sensations washed over him. Asher's anger melted into something new and unexpected: excitement. A rush of pleasure surged through his tiny form. Could this really be the life of a sperm cell? Despite the absurdity of the situation, there was something exhilarating about it.

Just then, an all-too-familiar voice echoed in his head.

**{You have gained rewards for accepting the mission.}**

"As if I had a choice, you bastard," Asher grumbled.

**{Cell Domination}**

*An ability that allows you to conquer cells of your own level and use them at your will.*

**{Insight}**

*A cell doesn't have eyes or ears, but you've gained an affinity to them. They've become your eyes and ears, allowing you to sense through the cells in contact.*

The sudden influx of information caught Asher off guard, but he managed to keep his composure. In an instant, his vision expanded. Even though he didn't technically have eyes, everything became vividly clear. He could now *see* his surroundings—the fleshy, tight walls of the urethra squeezing around him, pushing him forward with rhythmic contractions. It was as if he were being guided through a living tunnel.

"Holding it in? You bastard!" Asher mentally cursed the man. "Quit trying to prolong the sex!"

But there was no stopping the sensations flooding his newly acquired consciousness. His insight ability allowed him to see far beyond what any normal sperm cell could. First, he sensed the outsides of the man's penis, the smooth motion of it sliding in and out, surrounded by the moist warmth of the woman's body. He could feel everything—the heat, the pressure, the pulsations. It was as though *he* was the man's dick.

Asher's awareness stretched even further. Suddenly, he had an external view of the scene. The man was lying on his back, and on top of him was the most gorgeous elven woman he had ever seen, riding him with sensual grace. Her hips moved with expert precision, her body glistening with sweat as she moaned in pleasure.

"Goddamn! This is better than any clip I've ever watched!" Asher thought, his frustration quickly replaced with admiration. "Man, I wish we could switch places. I didn't sign up for this!"

But despite his growing envy, Asher had no choice but to keep moving forward. His journey through the reproductive tunnel was relentless, and now, with his insight, he could experience everything in a way that was both fascinating and tormenting.

**{You have evolved your cells. Do you wish to conquer the sperm cells around you?}**

Asher didn't hesitate. "Hell yes!" he thought.

The change was instantaneous. A wave of power washed over him, and suddenly, he felt different. He felt *larger*. His perception expanded, and a new sensation overcame him—the sensation of control. He could feel the presence of the millions of other sperm cells racing alongside him, but now they were no longer independent entities. He *owned* them.

**{You have conquered all sperm cells.}**

"Holy shit," Asher muttered, surprised by his newfound authority. He didn't have to worry about being the sperm that fertilized the egg anymore. He was in charge now. All the other cells would move at his command. "When has my luck ever been this good? Something tells me there's a catch."

Meanwhile, outside of Asher's microscopic world, the real action was heating up.

"Ahhh! Seraphina, you're killing me! You're so wet!" Ruham, the man whose body Asher was trapped in, groaned between heavy breaths. His hands gripped his wife's waist as she rode him faster, her hips grinding in a way that left him nearly delirious. She was utterly in control, her movements precise, dominating him with every thrust.

Seraphina let out a soft chuckle, her long, silken hair cascading down her back. "You think you're the one in charge here?" she teased, her voice low and sultry. "Call me dirty names, you know I like it that way."

Ruham didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over in one swift movement, pinning her beneath him on the bed. "You want dirty names? Oh, I'll give you plenty," he growled. His body, now brimming with renewed energy, began to move at what Aher considered superhuman speed, pounding into her with rough, primal thrusts that sent shockwaves through both of them.

Asher could barely keep his mind on the mission. The sensations were overwhelming. He could *feel* every movement, every quiver, every gasp from Seraphina as she surrendered to Ruham's relentless pace. If Asher had hands, he would have clapped. This man was truly a master of the art.

"It's like I'm watching a professional in action," Asher thought, awestruck. "I should take notes. Emperor of Pound-Pound, right here."

But he couldn't afford to be distracted for long. With his new abilities, Asher pushed his way forward, commanding the sperm cells to move faster through the tightening tunnel. The air around him grew hotter, the walls squeezing tighter as the climax approached.

He was nearly there—the tip of the manhood, the final exit before his next life would begin. Asher's excitement built, his tiny form racing ahead with the determination of a soldier in battle.

But then… his worst fear materialized.

"Sera," Ruham groaned, his breath ragged, "I'm about to c*m!"

Asher froze, his microscopic world crashing around him. If he had a heart, it would have stopped. "No, you bastard, don't pull out! I'm almost there!"

But the elven woman had other ideas.

"Don't do it inside," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Feed it to me."

Asher's mind shattered into a million pieces. "No… NO!" he screamed internally. "You bastard! Don't pull out! Don't feed me to her!"

For a brief, fleeting moment, Asher considered his options. There had to be a way to override Ruham's brain, to force him to finish inside. But his power only extended to the sperm cells.

"I swear to God, bro, bros before hoes! You're betraying me!"

And with that, the battle for Asher's life reached its climax, with him teetering on the edge of triumph or ultimate defeat.