A Chance to Ride Frederica
Activating Skill: Touch of Attunement (Lv. 2)
Masseging the back of her neck with one hand, I cast the skill, forcibly relaxing the dilator muscles of her throat as I pushed myself in to the very root. The stimulation striking past her tonsils and hammering against the entrance of her esophagus made her body jolt as if in seizure.
"Kagh…! Ah, aah…."
The pained expression on her face eased considerably. Her swallowing grew smoother too, and I could even feel a decadent thrill, as if her once-clenched gullet were being reshaped to the mold of my cock.
"That's it, Frederica. Very good. Take it all in, just like that."
"Mm, uuumph! Churrp…!"
Savoring the tight grip of her throat, I pressed on with the rough face-fucking.
Thud, thud!
"Ngh, uck! Hhnn…!"
The corners of Frederica's eyes trembled. Right at the moment nausea should have surged up, an electric jolt slammed into her brain instead. The suffocating feeling that should have been pure agony warped into a strange, filling fullness.
She could do nothing but accept the sensation—treated as nothing more than a vessel for a man's desire.
"Feels like I'm about to come."
I locked her nape firmly in place.
"Don't spill a single drop. You brought this on yourself."
"Eh?! Mmph, uuumph!"
Her eyes flew wide open, but I didn't pull back—I drove my hips forward to the hilt.
"Nnngh…!"
Perk Skill Scented Semen has been applied.
A massive load of semen poured down into the depths of her throat.
"Nnh, uuumph!!! Glk, kagh!"
Frederica's whole body spasmed. She choked and gasped for air, but with her neck trapped in my grip she couldn't spit anything out, and the hot, viscous liquid slid down her throat and flooded her stomach. Her eyes rolled back white.
Gulp, gulp….
Only after the long ejaculation finally ended did I slowly draw my hips back.
Pwah—.
With an embarrassing pop, my length slipped free of her mouth. A long thread of the milky fluid she hadn't managed to swallow stretched like yarn from her lips.
"Haa… haa…."
Frederica slumped to the floor, breathing hard. Her jaw and uniform jacket were smeared with white stains, an utter mess.
"Kof! Khek! Uuuh…."
She tried to spit out the residue still coating her mouth, her face scrunched in advance at the rank fishy stench and bitter taste she expected.
But.
"……Huh?"
Frederica's expression shifted oddly. She stuck out her tongue and cautiously licked the liquid from the corner of her mouth—then blinked blankly.
Skill Scented Semen is currently active.
The target experiences a sweet flavor instead of disgust.
"What… is this…?"
This was supposed to be a man's semen. There was none of that repulsive stench of dark flowers, none of the fishy reek.
"…It's delicious, sir."
Before she knew it, Frederica was licking the semen from her lips.
"Good to hear you like the taste. Don't leave any behind—lick it all up."
I said it with perfect composure as I zipped up my trousers. Frederica, still dazed, ran her tongue over the last drop at the corner of her mouth and swallowed.
Chu, chup.
The sound of her savoring my cum filled the silent office.
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Rummmmble… vrrr….
The next morning, the roar of Tank 101's engine echoed across the parade ground.
The engine that had been grinding and clanking with metallic shrieks until yesterday now breathed as smoothly as a purring cat. The microscopic play and stray noises the Empire's finest engineers had given up on had vanished as if they'd never existed.
"Good girl, good girl…. There, all your aches are healed now, aren't they?"
Frederica murmured as she nuzzled her cheek against the cold armor plating of Vehicle 101.
"Thank goodness… you came back to me."
She gave a wry smile and touched her own lips. It felt as though the lingering aftertaste of that sweet, briny flavor still coated the inside of her mouth. It had been shameful, decadent—but the communion with this perfect machine that she'd regained in exchange was something nothing else in the world could replace.
"Looks like you're satisfied, Major."
At the voice behind her, Frederica spun around with a start.
"C-C Lieutenant Colonel…!"
"Romancing the tank now, are we? I'm almost jealous."
"Y-you heard that?!"
Frederica's face flushed crimson. She cleared her throat and hastily snapped into proper posture.
"I-it was merely… a routine condition check. The engine note is just… absolutely perfect."
"Glad to hear it. Makes all my mechanic's overnight labor worthwhile."
I smiled meaningfully.
"Was the transaction satisfactory?"
"……"
Frederica was silent for a moment, then gave a small nod.
"…I won't deny it. It was the finest maintenance the Empire has to offer. I'd hand over my entire fortune just to keep him on retainer."
"Then I'm pleased."
I stepped naturally up onto the tank's tread and climbed aboard.
"Come up."
"Pardon? Right now, sir?"
"We have to do a test drive, don't we? If you're satisfied, then naturally I'm curious about her performance too."
I lifted the hatch cover and looked down at her.
"Just the two of us. Nice and cozy."
There was no way Frederica could have missed the nuance in those words. Her heart began to pound.
"…Understood. Boarding now, sir."
Krrrrrumble—.
Vehicle 101 glided forward as if skimming across ice. Even sprinting across open field, the vibration transmitted into the hull amounted to no more than the pleasant thrum of a massage chair.
"Well, Major?"
I asked, leaning back against the loader's seat.
"…It's perfect, sir."
"Glad to hear it."
With a faint smile, I reached out. The cramped space meant my hand naturally came to rest on her thigh.
"But a perfect machine alone won't do. The crew's condition has to match it."
"Ah…!"
Frederica flinched. My palm was sliding smoothly up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"C-C Lieutenant Colonel, we're currently in motion…."
Trailing off, Frederica frantically glanced around.
The gunner's seat was empty. There had been no need for a full crew for a simple test drive.
The driver was in the hull, true—but beyond the bulkhead, and under the roar of the engine, there was no way he could know what was happening up here.
In other words, the turret where Frederica and I sat was as good as a sealed chamber.
Her eyes darted between my hand, her own thigh, and my crotch.
Status Analysis.
Her hesitation didn't last long.
She who had been standing at the commander's station soon came down to the loader's seat. With every shell removed from the rack, there was just enough room to kneel.
Curling herself up, she knelt between my legs.
"Planning to dirty my uniform again, like last time, Major? Imperial Army cloth isn't cheap, you know."
"……I'll take it off, then."
With trembling fingers, she undid the buttons of her jacket. Amid the rumbling vibration of the engine, her clothes fell one by one to the floor.
Beneath her ash-grey bob, pale bare skin was revealed. Between the smell of machine oil and the cold steel walls, her skin looked uniquely delicate and soft. Her breasts—which rose full and abundant in contrast to her youthful face—quivered faintly in time with the engine's tremor.
I leaned back lazily and let my gaze drift down her naked body, unhurried.
Status Analysis.
Her nipples, atop a chest overwhelming for her frame, stood stiff and hard from the chill air inside the turret. A slender waist giving way to full hips—and between her splayed knees, even the secret thicket of hair came into view.
"L-Lieutenant Colonel… if you stare at me like that…."
"Why not, Major? It seems this body is just as impeccably maintained as the tank you've so lovingly polished and tuned."
I reached down with both hands and seized her breasts whole. That lavish volume filled my palms.
"Ah…!"
Every time I kneaded them roughly, the obscene flesh deformed this way and that. Red handprints bloomed across her white skin.
"Haa, haa… Lieutenant Colonel… too, too hard…."
Touch of Attunement.
Touch of Attunement (Lv. 2)
Bestows mild pleasure upon the target.
"Nnh…?!"
I deliberately caressed her breasts as if teasing a fire, and when I pinched and twisted her stiff pink nipples, Frederica shook her head in shame. Her hips flinched.
"Ah! Aahh! Nnn…!"
Unable to hold back any longer, I grabbed her chin roughly and tilted it up.
"Hmph—!"
I covered her startled lips with my own.
"Mmph, mnh…!"
Frederica's whole body jerked. Within the cramped turret, her pale naked body pressed flush against my uniform. I pried her lips apart and slipped my tongue in, sweeping up her saliva.
An inexperienced response. Her tongue tried to flee, but once mine entangled it persistently, it soon went slack and began to yield.
"Chuup, chup… haa…."
As our lips parted, a silver thread stretched long between us. Her eyes were already half-melted.
"Yesterday I forced you. Today, do it of your own will, Major."
I sank back deep into the seat and spread my legs. My already raging erection brushed the tip of her nose.
"If you want to keep this tank in her current condition, that is."
"……By that, you mean."
Frederica swallowed hard.
"You will permit me to make regular use of… that mechanic, going forward?"
"That's right."
I answered curtly. Frederica's gaze went back and forth between my cock and my face. Desire and shame—and caught between them, she slowly, finally bowed her head.
Her small hand wrapped around my shaft.
"Then I shall, sir…. Grant me the privilege."
She parted her lips carefully and took my glans into her mouth.
"Chuup…."
A warm, wet sensation. Bolder than yesterday. She flicked her tongue-tip lightly over my urethra, then plunged her head down deep as if to swallow me to the root.
"Uum, nnh… chup, churrup…."
"That's it. Open that throat. I taught you yesterday, didn't I?"
Gripping the back of her head, I set a slow rhythm. Her suction was getting respectable—pulling hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
But it still wasn't enough. There was still a stubborn, hard blockage at the entrance of her throat.
"Kkh! Uuh…!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and gagged. A purely reflexive resistance. But I had no intention of relenting.
I seized her hair and pushed my hips forward.
Touch of Attunement.
Touch of Attunement (Lv. 2)
Relaxes the target's throat muscles.
"Uuumph?! Nnngh…!"
"There you go. It's opening."
As the skill dissolved the muscles' rigidity, the tightly sealed passage of her esophagus pried itself open and swallowed my glans.
Glrk.
The sensation of wedging into that narrow channel of flesh—that decadent feeling of her internal organs bulging outward in the exact shape of my cock—shot up my spine.
"Kaghk, kkh! Hhuuuh…!"
Tears streamed freely from the corners of Frederica's eyes. Even as her brow knotted in pain, she clung tightly to my thighs and would not let go.
A battle between the instinct to push away and the duty to accept.
"Deeper. Until it reaches all the way to the root."
Thud, thud, thud!
I drove the pace, rocking her head back and forth as I ravaged her throat without mercy.
"Nnh, ugh! Uck! Churrup…!"
"Hear that, Major? That sound."
Cre-eak, cre-eak. Chub.
Brazen, wet noise mingled with the engine's roar and reverberated through the narrow turret.
"Sounds like machinery coupling together. A very lewd piece of machinery, that is."
"Uuuuh…! Uum…!"
At my mocking words, the grip of her throat tightened further. She rolled her tongue however she could and sucked hard with her whole mouth, trying desperately to maximize my pleasure.
"Haah… chuup! Chup!"
Before I noticed, she was moving her head to my rhythm all on her own. The pained expression was gone—somewhere along the way, she'd lost herself in it.
Sensing this was enough, I released my grip on her hair, then slid my hands under her arms and hoisted her up in one motion.
"Hyaa—?!"
Her light body floated up into the air. I turned her around and bent her over the edge of the ammunition stowage bin beside the commander's seat.
"L-Lieutenant Colonel…?"
Her upper body hung low, and her white buttocks alone were raised high toward me—the most defenseless, most humiliating posture imaginable.
Between her thighs, spread wide open, her pale pink flesh and tightly closed petals were laid utterly bare.