Breaking in a Fine Steed

"C-Commander…?"

Her upper body bent forward, leaving only her pale rear thrust high up toward me. The most defenseless, most humiliating posture imaginable.

Between her spread thighs, her fair skin and tightly closed pink petals were exposed in flagrant detail.

"Seems like this part needs some maintenance too."

I whispered, rubbing the tip of my cock between the cleft of her ass.

"Ah…! Nnngh…!"

"Is this your first time?"

Status Analysis: Sexual Experience.

"……Yes."

A voice shrinking into itself.

"In that case, I'd better train you properly."

I activated the skill as I traced my fingers around her entrance.

Touch of Attunement.

Her body flinched. The crevice, already damp with clear nectar, grew wetter by the moment. I mixed my saliva with her arousal and slicked it over the head of my cock.

"Here I come."

"W-wait… huhuuk?!"

I drove my hips forward without hesitation.

Squelch.

The sensation of forcing my way into her narrow walls. The taut barrier of her maidenhood tore in a single stroke.

"Kyaagh!"

Frederica let out a shrill scream.

"Relax. It'll tear."

"It hurts! I feel like I'm being split… hnn, hnngh!"

She buried her face and sobbed. Her narrow, scalding inner walls clamped down hard on my shaft, trying to push the intruder out. She had the makings of a masterpiece — for now, she was just a stiff, rusted hunk of metal.

"Whew…."

I stopped moving and gave her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time to adjust to my size.

"Major. Think of your beloved Vehicle 101."

I whispered into her ear.

Imagine that the more you satisfy me, the more perfect your tank becomes. There, doesn't that make it easier to bear?"

"Hn, hngh…! What kind of… absurd…!"

Frederica bit her lip and shook her head. Instinctive resistance.

But—

Status Analysis.

The result was immediate. So that actually works on her — a woman obsessed with tanks.

"Hnnh… nngh…"

The walls that had clamped shut to reject me began to twitch, entirely without her permission.

"Your mouth says no, but this place is honest."

I rolled my hips in one slow, deep circle.

Squish.

"Aah?! Mmgh!"

"Feel that, Major? Your pussy just clenched around my cock and let go. An excellent suspension, truly."

"Th-that's a lie…! That can't…!"

Frederica wanted to deny it, but I was right. Her inner walls were already carving out a soft path shaped perfectly to the head of my cock.

I seized that opening and picked up the tempo.

Squish, squish.

"Ah! Anh! No, this is…!"

I gripped her hips tight and drove in deeper.

"Good posture. Just the right position for riding."

Her form settled into place. Her upper body folded down as if to touch the floor, the smooth line of her back arched into a deep curve. That pale ass held high was, unmistakably, the stance of a broodmare.

"Raise your hips higher. You're a noblewoman, Major — surely you've ridden horses until you were sick of them?"

My palm came down hard on her white rear.

Smack!

"Kyahk?!"

"I asked if you'd ridden."

"Y-yes! I have… hn! Mmgh!"

"Good. But today, you're not the rider."

I tensed my thighs and pounded into her without mercy. Her ass cheeks rippled against my hips with every collision.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Aagh! Ah! Hahng!"

Smack! Smack!

I rained blows down on her rear like a whip, red handprints blooming vivid across the white skin.

"Hyah?! Wh-what are…! I-I'm not a horse! I'm not a horse, sir! Nnngh!"

Shame turned her face crimson. The youngest armored battalion commander in the Imperial Army — being taken like a beast inside the very tank she cherished, ass raised high. Treated like a broodmare, no less.

And yet, even as her mouth denied it, her body responded with perfect honesty.

"Hnngh! N-no… right there… you're touching… my womb…!"

Every deep thrust wrung a cry from her and twisted her waist. The pleasure surged in proportion to the humiliation. Her inner walls clamped onto the head of my cock again and again, spilling her nectar.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? A perfect tune-up."

I leaned down and pressed myself flush against her back. Her sweat-slicked skin slid against mine.

"Nngh! Hn, hngh…!"

At last, Frederica broke.

"N-no more…!"

"Staaap…♡"

Telling me to stop with her words, she was now shaking her own hips, straining to swallow me deeper. I reached out and turned her face toward me. Drenched in pleasure, her expression was extraordinary.

Chup, slurp…♡

I tangled my tongue with hers as I snapped my hips, sprinting the final stretch and burying myself to the hilt as if to bore straight through the mouth of her womb.

Slap, slap, slap, slap!

"Hahk…! Hn! C-Commander…!"

"That's it. Doing well. A fine steed indeed."

"I-I'm coming…! Haaang♡!!"

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠walls convulsed wildly, milking me for everything I had. At the same moment, I let loose the desire I'd been holding back.

Buuurrrt—!

"Nghaaaaah!"

Hot semen poured deep into her womb.

A safe creampie. Her lower belly swelled with my seed filling her up.

"Hah… hah…."

Even after I finished, I stayed inside her for a long while. Frederica panted, legs gone boneless, and between her ruined thighs a mixture of fluids and virgin blood trickled slowly down.

"Well done, Major."

I brushed the sweat-damp hair from her cheek as I spoke.

"The ride was absolutely thrilling. Far better than any tank."

"Uuuuh…."

Frederica, who had been gasping for breath, finally composed herself and glared up at me.

"……That was too far."

She hurled the words at me in a cracked voice.

"Treating a battalion commander of the Imperial Army… like a broodmare. Spanking me, gripping my hips and bucking into me… This is unmistakably an insult. A court-martial offense."

She tried to push herself up on trembling arms, but her legs gave out and she collapsed right back down.

I smirked and buttoned my shirt.

"An insult, you say. How hurtful, Major."

"What… do you mean?"

"I didn't treat you like a beast. If anything, I treated you as a first-class master machine."

I raked my fingers through her disheveled hair, smoothing it back.

You know this as well as anyone, don't you? The higher the engine's performance, the harder it is to break in — it only delivers its true power when handled rough."

"Th-that's… about machines…!"

"Your body's no different. When I handled you gently, you were stiff as rust. But a few smacks to that ass and some hard spurring, and suddenly you ran smooth as a well-oiled machine, didn't you?"

"That's… ah…!"

Frederica opened her mouth to argue, then fell silent. It was an undeniable fact. Every time I pounded into her, it was her own hips that had writhed, drunk on pleasure.

"Besides."

I added with a wicked grin.

"A court-martial? You're the one who declared you'd 'become my whore' in the first place, Major. You offered yourself up as payment for your 'perfect tank.'"

"……Hnngh!"

Her face flushed scarlet. Logically and situationally, she had lost to me completely.

Status Analysis.

"That was a satisfying ride. Five stars, wouldn't give it more."

I gave her rear one final pat and withdrew from her.

"Clean up after yourself."

Leaving her panting and disheveled behind me, I stepped out of the hatch feeling marvelous. The test drive, as it happened, had come to its end.

Time flowed swiftly.

The final day of military governance in Soissons.

Thousands had gathered in the square before the city hall. The same crowd that, a month ago, had hurled stones and jeers at me.

But today was different.

"Uuuuh…."

"P-please don't go…!"

Instead of jeers, strange laments and voices thick with regret erupted from the crowd.

Status Analysis.

Humans are truly cunning animals.

They resist when threatened with bayonets, but fill their bellies and restore order, and they grow addicted to that comfort in no time. What they had needed was not the Republic's freedom but the Empire's bread — not the glory of resistance, but survival and safety.

"Citizens."

The moment I took the microphone, the square fell dead silent.

"As promised, one month has passed. As of today, I lay down my post as Military Governor of Soissons and return to the front."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"From now on, an official administrator dispatched from the homeland will govern this city. He will rule you according to law and regulation."

I spoke with deliberate solemnity.

"But remember this: the Empire is endlessly generous to those who love order — and shows no mercy to those who sow chaos."

I turned my gaze to the city hall staff and local notables lined up below the platform.

Postmaster Jean Bernard, Gaston, Pierre. My faithful pawns watched me with eyes full of regret. Marie Bernard, standing beside Jean Bernard in particular, had red-rimmed eyes.

Amusing.

I smirked and gave the order.

"That is all. The Imperial Army's Jäger Battlegroup — returning to the front."

"Battlegroup! Attention! Present arms to the Commander!"

At Major Frederica's command, the armored battalion and infantry snapped their boots together in unison and saluted.

Thud!

"HUAH!"

Several hours later.

The battlegroup marched in formation down Soissons' grand boulevard. The citizens who lined the route saw us off with expressions complicated and varied.

Then it happened.

Someone broke through the crowd and darted into the road.

"Stop!"

The military police leveled their rifles, but I raised a hand to hold them back.

"Lower your weapons."

It was a small girl who had run out.

An young blonde in a school uniform. Her white blouse and checkered skirt fluttered in the wind.

Marie Bernard.