A Soldier's Aspiration to Meat Toilet Promotion - 2
"The food's not bad, and the facilities seem decent enough."
"Yes, sir! We're doing our utmost to forge strong meat toilets capable of serving the Superior Race!"
After eating the meal prepared by the cook and inspecting the barracks where the soldiers slept, I nodded in approval. Of course, this unit had spruced everything up nicely for my visit, but the act itself held meaning. Simply showing these women that I took an interest in their base would instill loyalty toward me rather than any rebellious thoughts.
"Loyalty!"
Soldiers I passed by in the halls snapped crisp salutes. I'd thought their service uniforms looked slutty from afar on the parade ground, but up close, they were a real feast for the eyes.
"R-Rishian, sir!"
One soldier frantically tried to cover her pussy while peeling off her unit insignia. I shook my head with a smile.
"No rush. Take your time."
"Th-thank you, sir!"
She lifted her chest flap to expose her pink nipples, then removed the insignia covering her pussy to reveal her tight slit before throwing up a salute of submission.
"Loyalty!"
"Good. Keep up the good work."
"Yes, sir! Understood!"
The sun was starting to set. My schedule here was for a one-night, two-day stay, so I'd have to spend the night on base.
"Sir, there's a young soldier who's been eager to meet you and pay her respects today. What would you like to do?"
"Oh?"
It probably wasn't just that soldier's personal whim. Otherwise, the general standing before me wouldn't have held back on introducing her earlier.
So the military's pitching this... in a way that sounds appealing.
It looked better for high-ranking officers to have a young, passionate soldier "voluntarily" offer herself up rather than them directly proposing it. Their intentions were transparent, but I had no desire to sour the mood.
"Sure. Let me meet her."
"Yes, sir. Please wait inside."
The soldier guided me to a room far nicer than anything else on this base.
"This is a special room prepared for the Superior Race. You'll stay here from now on."
"...Fine."
Sleeping in an empty barracks bunk wouldn't have been bad, but since I wouldn't be spending the night alone, a bit of privacy wasn't a bad idea.
A young female officer entered shortly after.
"Loyalty!"
She had a toned, perfectly balanced figure—no excess fat anywhere, with well-defined muscles.
"Captain Shin Serin of the Slave Army Guardian Legion reporting!"
"Alright. Why did you want to see me?"
"I heard about the recent incident at the school, where you were ambushed by vile, despicable terrorists!"
"Word got around, huh."
It had been a shocking event, but the media hadn't made a big deal of it. Neither I nor the locals wanted that. The Korean government wanted to bury the fact that someone had dared point a gun at the Superior Race. Their ideal society was one where every member submitted and served us in perfect unity. They didn't want to advertise the existence of dissenters.
I felt the same. Personally, I didn't like the Resistance much, but my take was more along the lines of "throw her in jail and let her eat prison slop." If the story spread, the whole nation would condemn and humiliate her. Even in prison, guards or other inmates might torment her. She could end up swallowing her pain in isolation and committing suicide—or worse, getting murdered and made to look like one.
That wasn't the dynamic I wanted. Plus, rumors of me "raping the woman who attacked me" spreading wouldn't help. The women of this world were desperate to take a male's cock. I couldn't rule out some normally docile woman getting so cock-hungry that she grabs a BB gun and ambushes me just to get railed.
Everyone agreed, and the incident was quietly swept under the rug. But this soldier knew.
"Yes, sir. As a lowly member of the Inferior Race sworn to serve the Superior Race, it fills me with shame and disgrace... But we soldiers exist to protect the Superior Race and maintain order in the nation. I believed you needed to know!"
"Fair enough. And?"
"We soldiers unanimously believe that, to ensure your safe rule and uphold discipline, you require a dedicated guard detail from our special forces!"
"I see."
It wasn't the first time I'd heard this. The military had proposed personal protection before, and I'd turned it down.
"Hm."
I'm a pretty ordinary guy at heart. Even with all this immense power, that mindset hasn't changed. I find it burdensome when so many people move and strive because of me—I'd rather they just didn't bother. It's like stepping out for a morning walk only to find everyone in your apartment complex lined up to greet you. You can't help but think, 'Why the hell are they doing this?'
If you're running late from oversleeping, all those people waste hours waiting on you alone—and receiving their greetings doesn't even make you feel that great. Utterly inefficient.
The military escort felt the same. Guards trailing me everywhere? One hundred percent unnecessary. This world's tech couldn't produce firepower to kill an Arken anyway. Unless they targeted people around me, which was a different story. Having uniformed soldiers shadowing my every move just made the atmosphere heavy, and it wasted their effort on pointless tasks.
But...
After that recent ambush, my thinking had shifted a bit.
There might be more people gunning for me. I won't die, sure, but watching Resistance members drop dead doesn't sit right with me either.
I'd handled it with an on-site rape that time, but harming the Superior Race was a crime. Downgrading it from "attempted but thwarted personally by the Superior Race" to "caught by guards before even trying" might let me skip the extreme solutions like rape and smooth things over gently. Not a bad idea. I could order my guards to carry rubber bullets, after all.
"Of course, we know you see us as unnecessary, Rishian, sir. But we can offer our bodies as shields to keep even a single bullet from those wicked criminals from touching your superior form."
It was protection for my mood more than my safety.
"Plus, with elite meat toilet warriors on guard duty—trained to relieve the Superior Race's urges anytime—you could enjoy a convenient pussy whenever you like."
"Not necessary, but..."
"True, there are plenty of women prepared to receive the Superior Race's cock. But our elite meat toilet warriors have trained for years in pussy service. We can confidently say no woman serves cock better!"
Captain Shin Serin gazed at me with eyes full of resolve.
"My unit and I are ready and willing to serve the Superior Race, get impregnated by your cock, and bear strong, loyal meat toilets!"
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir! We know you doubt our abilities. That's why we want to prove ourselves right here, right now!"
"How?"
"We can't demonstrate guard skills here, but pussy service? That's easy to verify. If you permit it, I'll service your cock with my mouth personally!"
I tilted my head. My cock was excessively huge. Without the post-Great Purification mutations making women tougher and hornier, even taking it in pussy would be tough.
"With your mouth?"
"Yes, sir! This isn't just base lust to get bred by your semen. It's pure devotion to serving the Superior Race!"
Sure, plenty of women wanted to suck my cock, but most preferred getting fucked and impregnated.
"Won't be easy."
Stimulating my cock to orgasm with just a blowjob was no simple task. Once it filled a human female's mouth, she'd be overwhelmed by ecstasy from its taste and pheromones ravaging her brain. Even the sluttiest slut struggled to do more with her mouth stuffed full. Technique mattered little without stamina for vacuum suction or tongue work.
"I'm confident! I'll give it my all!"
But Captain Shin Serin flashed a self-assured smile. My curiosity piqued.
"Alright, then. Show me. Service it."
"Yes, sir! I'll do my utmost to satisfy you, Rishian of the Superior Race!"
I stripped and sat on the bed. She knelt between my legs. The rough fabric of her uniform against my thighs was a minor annoyance, but negligible next to Shin Serin's beauty right in front of me.
Her pink nipples swayed enticingly below her chest flap as she drew closer—hidden when she stood.
"Commencing service."
She seemed strong and strict. Ruthless to herself and others. A model soldier to some, a terrifying superior to others. Maybe a rigorous instructor or reliable comrade.
Yet this woman had trained endlessly to service my cock. Her entire life led to this moment—sucking my dick right now.
A surge of conquest welled up. My already erect cock swelled even larger.
"Hold on."
"Sir?"
I pulled her head in and forced a kiss. Caught off guard, her reaction lagged a beat. Her body looked rock-hard, but her lips and tongue were surprisingly soft.
"Ngh... th-thank you, sir."
Breathing a little ragged after the kiss, she thanked me.
"Good. Now begin."
"Yes, sir!"
She took my cock into her mouth.
