Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Part 12
She dredges up hazy memories from her distant childhood. Yes... the handwriting is rushed, but it's unmistakably her father's script. And this seal—only he uses it. There's only one person in the country holding the title of Secretary-General right now. Her father had truly sent her this letter...!
But... why? Why urge her to escape via some frail little girl instead of one of his agents? Was she really supposed to come alone, without anyone else?
"Um... Kaldir, was it? I wanted to thank you for delivering my father's letter and news of my little sister... is that okay?"
"Hahh... Y-yes, I'm fine."
Atlaine Secretary-General's youngest son, Atlan I, found himself alone with the golden-haired woman who had brought him the letter—pants soaked through—in the most unexpected moment. The news she'd delivered was shocking. Starting from the fact that his little sister had already slipped Lucid surveillance and reached their father, to the reassurance that their father was alive and well, somehow.
It couldn't have been an easy journey across tens of thousands of light-years. Her pants were drenched, but that suggested she'd made it here unscathed, fortunately. Yet her face flushed red, her body trembling in shivers—it made her look somehow pained.
As for Kaldir, having already wasted considerable time on her masturbation show, she couldn't afford to spend more hunting for fresh pants. She'd insisted on coming as-is, leading to this state. But Atlan would never imagine that the soaked fabric clinging to her thighs was drenched in her own love juices.
"Phew, it's a relief that both Father and my sister are safe. If the person who brought me such joyous news were suffering somewhere, it wouldn't sit right with me."
Look at him. Atlan hadn't even properly registered the whimpering moans she'd let slip earlier; he was too busy fretting over this fragile-looking blonde girl. In truth, she was a masochistic bitch in heat—nipples stiffening under her no-bra, no-panties state just from being before her "little brother-in-law."
Even as Atlan remained oblivious, Kaldir's heart pounded with the wish that he'd notice her shameful exposure. It wouldn't be strange at all for her adulterous pussy—already once permitted Aurora's fondling—to go into heat right in front of her little brother-in-law.
"What did you ride here, anyway? My sister's bold, sure, but she's two years younger than me. If she made it safely to Dad, she's probably with Mom by now too. I can't just sit this out—I don't want to worry them, so I want to go meet them quick."
"I didn't ride anything. I just came and went with my instant teleportation ability... If you'd like, we can head out right now."
"Right, no reason to dawdle here. No need to dress up fancy just to see family—let's go like this."
By Earth standard time, it was still too early to sleep, but perfect for reading by lamplight before bed. Atlan, dressed not in the ornate, stuffy imperial robes but in simple casual clothes befitting royalty, hadn't suspected the girl for a second after reading the letter she'd delivered. He stepped forward eagerly.
Unfortunately(?), Kaldir managed to extract herself from Earth unscathed, without her shame exposed to her little brother-in-law. Thus, the reunion of the four Atlaine family members took place: Acting Secretary-General Atlaine, First Lady Hera, youngest son Atlan, and baby daughter Atlantia.
"Atlantia! You really were here! How could you come here first and leave me out?!"
"Sorry, sorry! I got caught up talking with Dad and Mom and forgot about you, big bro!"
Even Atlan, the princess's little brother, was so overjoyed that he overlooked his sister's lewd lingerie getup, too busy with an emotional embrace. As for the secretary-general's eldest son, Atlaine II, his relationship with his father had already soured irreparably, so he wasn't invited to this touching family reunion.
Was it after Atlaine II sided with the Lucids and accepted the puppet throne of the Atlantis Empire that things went south between father and son? Back then, the secretary-general had spat, "How could I call such a dog-fucking bastard my son?" without mincing words.
"Thank you so much for rescuing my precious family! To pull my children so easily from the midst of the Lucids..."
As a prospective daughter-in-law, Kaldir had no place meddling in her father-in-law's rift with his eldest son. She merely put on airs accepting the secretary-general's thanks. After all, having saved the family earned her points as either daughter-in-law or resistance hopeful—no need to rush in.
After the heartwarming reunion, the secretary-general took pity on Kaldir—whose pants were inexplicably soaked through for some unknowable reason—and procured her fresh ones. Soon after, he got a chance to speak with her privately. With goodwill already secured, getting to the point was easy. A stroke of luck for Kaldir.
"I've already mentioned that I'm a superpowered individual, but I haven't specified the extent of my strength. By international standard rankings, I correspond to the final tier on the scale: a Tab Grade (ת) ability user."
The international standard rankings Kaldir referenced were a system devised by the Cates Empire, using their Hebrew alphabet for the tiers. From Aleph (א) to Tab, it comprised over twenty grades. No confirmed instances of the pinnacle Tab Grade existed.
Rumors swirled that Tethys—the Cates Empire's de facto ruler, whom they called "Caudillo" (leader)—was a Tab Grade, but no one knew for sure.
They wielded power to annihilate the world at any moment, hiding some tremendous secret they wouldn't reveal even to core allies. It was prime conspiracy fodder.
Assuming the rumors were true and Tethys was indeed Tab Grade, the odds were one in the entire universe's population... And she claimed to be one too? The secretary-general wasn't doubting his family's savior, but he couldn't muster a response, unsure how to react.
"You might be thinking, after hearing that: If I'm truly that powerful a superhuman, and I want to serve the motherland, why not charge out right now and sweep the Lucids away?"
"That's exactly it. Is there some other reason you're holding back?"
"Before answering, you've likely heard the rumor that Cates Empire's Caudillo is a Tab Grade. And I can tell you—there's not a shred of falsehood in it."
Two such overwhelming superhumans in their universe—not one, but two. Kaldir spoke with such ironclad certainty that the secretary-general found no room to rebut.
As his bewilderment lingered, Kaldir explained her first reason for restraint: She mustn't provoke Tethys, a fellow Tab Grade. Annihilating the Lucids in one go would unleash catastrophic backlash.
Even the Caudillo who'd backed Atlantis might flip her stance overnight if Kaldir showed aggression, deeming her a threat. After the long war's devastation, pitting Atlantis against Cates Empire would be biting off more than they could chew.
"That makes sense. Our people need rest now—starting a new war in this state? Absurd."
Second, using this power to expel the Lucids risked ensnaring innocent Atlantians. Even opting for milder abilities like mind control over destruction, sifting through trillions individually was questionable even for her.
"Really... that difficult? Just mind-control the Lucids out..."
"I've trained to control my powers precisely, but even one innocent casualty wouldn't sit well."
Third, no matter how loathsome the Lucids, unilateral massacre under the banner of revenge would make her no better. Victims turned perpetrators—what a tragic fate! Unless they refused surrender to the bitter end, they deserved the chance.
"Hmm... You seem overly merciful to me. Showing mercy even to our enemies."
The secretary-general, who'd nodded along to her first two reasons, voiced dissent on the third. Having witnessed the Great War's horrors firsthand, he couldn't fathom mercy for the Lucids.
"I couldn't bear going down in history as the universe's worst mass murderer either."
Including colonists, wiping out every Lucid would etch her as history's top killer—solo tallying light-years in deaths. Any sane person would recoil, unless family and people left no choice.
"So, you'll reserve force as a last resort and try other means first."
He nodded to her stance: resolve to stain her hands if needed, but no taste for needless blood. Unlikely to parley successfully with those bastards, but deeper thinker than expected. His estimation of Kaldir rose.