Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 20
Atlaine assumed his daughter—who had supposedly rescued him—was resting peacefully in the same room as that girl, so he focused on his work. But the reality was far different. He could never have imagined that his daughter was brutally assaulting the girl inside the room, or that the girl's childhood friend was on her way here to stab his daughter in revenge.
"Secretary-General Comrade, what brings you to contact us all like this? It's not even our regular check-in day, is it?"
"Ah, Army Marshal. Actually, that's why I'm reaching out—it's an urgent matter."
With that, Atlaine could truly concentrate on his work. On the screen before him sat the man addressed as Army Marshal by the interim Secretary-General: Grozny. He had many titles befitting him: the Kaiser’s Firefighter, Guardian of the Frontlines, Master of Defensive Warfare, Lion of Defense, the Wizard... They suited a man who excelled especially in defense yet displayed fantastical maneuvers in offense as well.
"An urgent matter... I hope it's not bad news that could negatively impact our war efforts?"
"Minister of War, no need to worry on that front. Quite the opposite, in fact—repeated for emphasis. The news I'm about to share will be a tremendous boon to our future war efforts."
Former Minister of War Quark had expressed concern over the sudden call from the Secretary-General, but Atlaine flashed a relaxed smile, putting Quark at ease. Quark, a former army general like Grozny, wasn't highly rated for field command, but he had demonstrated exceptional talent in logistics production and supply chains.
Files of Kaldir's blueprints were transmitted to these men, who knew more about military matters than even the Secretary-General himself. Quark received the same materials, and both were stunned by the blueprints' precision and the accompanying test data.
"Where did all this come from? Third-party intelligence? Or perhaps from the weapons bureau under your command, Secretary-General Comrade...?"
"None of the above, Army Marshal. Who else besides the Cates Empire is friendly enough toward us to provide third-party support? And our weapons bureau is barely keeping up with frontline maintenance—no surplus for new weapon development. These are all blueprints created by a 15-year-old girl. Hard to believe, I know, but it's the truth."
Atlaine then explained everything Kaldir had told him in detail. The two men nodded, praising her as a rare patriot for her age. To them, Atlaine proposed producing test weapons based on these designs.
"Our side's weapons bureau has already begun manufacturing a batch for performance testing using these blueprints. The girl, Kaldir, handed over experimental data and claimed she could immediately supply enough to fully arm a force of 50 trillion. But how much can we trust that? Wouldn't it be wise for us to run our own tests?"
"I understand your intentions perfectly, Secretary-General Comrade. Re-tooling all production lines based on these would be difficult right away, but a test batch... We could achieve that without straining the lines too much."
Quark, the master of logistics and unit organization, gave his positive opinion first, and Grozny agreed that if it was true, it would be great—and even if false, a test was worth it. Wasn't a gamble like this worth taking in life?
"Hm? Secretary-General Comrade, besides the weapon blueprints, there are designs for other items mixed in. These from the same girl, Kaldir?"
Kaldir didn't just create weapons to kill people. She had also produced items to save countless lives—vaccines, treatments, medical devices, Terraforming Devices, new strains of rice, and more—all handed over to Atlaine without any monetary demands.
A soldier on horseback could sweep away the enemy, but he couldn't save his own starving, disease-ridden people. Grozny confessed his regret from over a century of military service—that he couldn't save more lives—and Quark, more motivated than ever, vowed to test these as well.
"That would be for the best. Guns and blades can't save our dying people right now. I trust this girl Kaldir completely. Even if my faith proves misplaced in the future, this is more than worth attempting."
With Atlaine's final plea, Grozny and Quark ended the call. Both seemed more accustomed to "Secretary-General Comrade" than "Crown Prince Highness," not uttering the old title even as they signed off.
"Phew... I hope our engineers and scientists produce results soon. Once I get anxious, I start rushing too much."
Even after ending the calls, Atlaine paced his office, unable to hide his unease. We must give our people rest even one day sooner... just one day sooner. How many lives could that save?
Unable to relax, he bombarded the weapons bureau and labs with more calls. If he turned his gaze and walked a short distance from the Secretary-General's office, he'd reach the room where the princess and Kaldir were staying. While her father grappled with grave concerns for the nation's fate, the princess had been relentlessly busy having sex with Kaldir.
She had finally stopped the assault—motivated by Kaldir's attempt to kill her through overexertion—and now lay beside her, catching her breath. It was less hectic than before, but she was still occupied admiring Kaldir's bruise-covered body.
"Finally feels good... I knew our Maki had a sex-optimized, pregnancy-optimized figure... but she’s got a punch-fuck-optimized body too?"
Sex-opt body, preg-opt body, punch-opt body. These were the highest praises the princess could offer Kaldir. Ignoring the praise or not, Kaldir writhed, still basking in the afterglow of her pussy being raped by the princess's.
When the princess had been wearing the dildo, Kaldir had taken the initiative, shaking her hips aggressively. But once it was removed, she was cornered... and pummeled with unbelievable power from the princess, who didn't seem the martial type, climaxing repeatedly.
For Kaldir—who pissed herself from mere choking during sex—the real-time beatings were a novel experience. Hueee... cough, cough... Blood mixed with her coughs suggested not just surface bruises, but internal damage too. I really got beaten bad...
"Don't whine. If you'd wanted, you could've reinforced your body to avoid this, or healed yourself. You brought it on yourself, you sow."
"Hnggh... Mistress... kiss me, please..."
Ignoring the princess's degradation, Kaldir demanded a kiss. The shameless, pride-less slave bitch's plea earned a willing response. The princess pressed her tongue to the heart tattoo on Kaldir's tongue, sucking in the overflowing yin energy. It was payback for Kaldir draining all her body's yin and yang.
Heart tattoo. One of the prime spots for absorbing yin. But the princess didn't stop there, licking Kaldir's entire tongue to fully savor the kiss. Just pressing against the tattoo would be boring. Kaldir's yin... tastes even better like this...
But Kaldir's body never ran dry on yin—like an infinite power battery. Superhuman physiology was truly wondrous. A well always full, no matter how much you drew. If she made Kaldir her portable milk bottle and yin battery, she'd never go hungry again.
Though I might get sucked dry instead... gotta be careful. Even with dildos, never use bio-energy ones. Mental note stored. Kaldir was playing the schoolgirl, but tonight's sex was teaching the princess new things.
"Puhah... After I just lost the urge to kill you, you demand a kiss first... You prefer being raped against your will over sweet treatment?"
"Yesss... Mistress... I like... being forced... hnggh...!"
Ending the domineering kiss—where one side toyed unilaterally with the other's tongue—Kaldir confessed she preferred force. So the princess added a gut punch to the girl's bruise-stained lower belly. A gush of fluids soaked the mattress. Keep slapping like that, and your squirt coating will be thicker than the bed, huh?
"By the way, while I've been fucking you senseless and beating your ass... that friend of yours, Shuga or whatever, hasn't shown her face. Think she'll even come?"
The princess casually glanced at the door while propping herself up in bed, but it showed no sign of opening, and no sounds came from outside. Fair enough—this planet's time meant everyone should be asleep; no one would barge in lightly.
"Huh? Shuga...? Who's that, Mistress? I only have you... Did I even have a childhood friend...?"
Slipping... Kaldir had somehow healed her wounds and snuggled into the princess's arms, spouting nonsense. Even after thorough training, forgetting a 15-year friend? Her friend would be heartbroken.
But that's not my problem. The princess reached back, kneading Kaldir's plump ass. Kaldir flinched but didn't resist. Stuff like this makes even the near-death scare feel better... My heart's warming up.
"Hmm, usually I'd say something like that and she'd pop up cliché-style. Maybe hiding in the closet?"
The princess's intuition was spot-on. Shuga's group had passed through the administrative building's main entrance, armed with torture tools and weapons from Kaldir's planetary fortress, heading straight for her room. Sensing uninvited guests, the princess turned off the lights, delved into the Realm of the Dream Demon, and unpacked her urban combat gift set. The prelude to war had begun.