I wasn't giving you shit? I was just ... saying things.

[ Oh, he doesn't even want to start imagining what the punishment might be.

And, like. He knows the, like, logical thing to do here would be to offer his help? A part of him wants to. Wants to say, 'well, I'll help you out, so be grateful.' But also, the mental dissonance of offering his semen like it's something useful is bad enough to stopper up the words in his throat. Fuuta ends up just awkwardly squirming in place for a moment, clearly considering saying something before changing his mind and instead muttering, ]

... if you're trying to get that much -- stuff, then wouldn't it be better just to be honest? And say you're asking for help with it.