What Hanna Does Best

"Come in."

At my quiet reply, the door eased open. With the dim glow of the corridor at her back, a single silhouette slipped into the room. It was Hanna.

Without taking her eyes off me, she quietly reached back and closed the door. Then, with a hand that showed no hesitation, she slid the bolt home. The small clack rang out, disproportionately loud in the silence.

She was nothing like her usual self. Her brown hair, loosened as though she'd just bathed, cascaded seductively down to her shoulders. A clean scent of soap drifted from her body, and a few damp strands clung precariously to the smooth line of her nape and collarbone.

Instead of her stiff combat uniform, she wore simple casual clothes. A thin white sleeveless shirt—evidently supply-issue—clung faintly to her damp skin, teasing the outline beneath it, while a pair of short gray shorts did nothing whatsoever to hide the smooth sweep of her thighs.

"……"

Saying nothing, she walked over and stopped beside my bed. My eyes, already adjusted to the dark, took in her figure in vivid detail. Her wet hair glistened in the faint light, and the soft swell beneath the thin shirt rose and fell with her breathing.

I reached out and pulled her wrist toward me. With a small moan, she tumbled into my arms. The warmth of her was softer than I'd expected, and the mingled scent of soap and her own sweetness made my head swim.

"Lieutenant…"

Her voice trembled faintly. Instead of answering, I gently stroked her back, and a single thought crossed my mind. There was no better moment to test out my new skill.

"Nervous?"

At my question, she gave a small nod.

"A little… But being with you, Lieutenant… it makes me happy."

Smiling faintly, I focused my attention on the hand gliding down the small of her back.

Touch of Attunement.

Ring—

Through my palm, I could feel the energy flowing within her. It was a current markedly different from my own bio-energy—a clear, warm force circulating through her body like water from a quiet spring. Perhaps because she was a mana awakener, the breadth and depth of that flow were far greater than mine.

Healing first.

With the sensation of soothing that energy into stillness, I reached into her flow and steadied it.

"Haaah…"

The tension drained out of Hanna's body all at once. Her shoulders, stiff from nerves, melted loose, and she let out a sigh of pure contentment as she rested her cheek against my chest.

"…Lieutenant, whenever I'm beside you… my whole body goes warm and languid. Even right now… it feels like… napping at a pasture on a sunny day…"

It was the drowsy rambling of someone half-asleep. Apparently she'd mistaken the skill's effect for something about being at my side.

Cute, honestly.

I gave the side of her head a gentle stroke, then moved on to the next stage. This time, to coax pleasure from her, I sent faint tremors through her energy flow—a sensation like tickling a spring with a feather.

"Nngh…!"

Her bonelessly relaxed body flinched and shuddered. A small moan escaped her lips, and she jolted upright, staring down at me in wide-eyed shock.

"Just now… my back… what did you…?"

Status Analysis.

It works perfectly.

The skill's effect was undeniable. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If it could do this much, it would work on Serafina too. At the very least, I'd never again be left standing helpless the next time she had one of her seizures.

That was the end of the test. It had a pain-inducing function as well, but I couldn't bring myself to try that one on her.

To Hanna, who was still staring at me in bewilderment, I gave a crooked little smile.

"My back? I don't think that's what you should be worried about right now."

Instead of stroking her back, I lifted her chin. Then I pressed my lips over her damp, waiting ones.

"Mmph…"

With a soft moan, her lips parted slightly. I didn't miss the opening—I slid my tongue inside. Hers flinched at the sudden intrusion, and I gently caught the retreating thing, tangled it up, and set about exploring her hot mouth in earnest.

I traced her soft palate, caressed the inside of her cheek, and guided her clumsy tongue along. At first hers simply froze, unsure what to do, but before long it was desperately mimicking my movements, intertwining with mine in an artless fumbling rhythm. A frail whimper spilled from the back of her throat.

The wet, slick sounds echoed oddly through the darkness. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me with no gap left between us. When our exploring lips finally parted, it was with a sound of reluctance, and between her swollen red mouth and mine a silver thread of mixed saliva stretched briefly, then broke.

"Haa, haa…"

Hanna panted hard, her eyes gone hazy and unfocused. I caressed her body gently and whispered at her ear.

"You got the hang of using your mouth down there in only two tries, but you're still hopeless at kissing, huh?"

At my teasing, her shoulders gave a violent jolt. Her already scarlet face flushed an impossibly deeper crimson. The way she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flailed, stammering, was quite the sight.

"I-I…! Th-that's…!"

Status Analysis.

Just as I thought.

I grinned inwardly at the last line floating in the status window. A burning longing to please the Lieutenant even more—what an endlessly endearing thing to think.

"It's fine. I can teach you that too."

Giving her no chance to answer, I claimed her mouth again—this time far more insistently, far deeper. And my hands weren't idle either. The arm cradling her back slid smoothly upward, gliding over the bare, smooth flank revealed beneath the thin sleeveless shirt.

"Nngh…!"

She flinched and squirmed, trying to wriggle out of my embrace, but I only cinched my arm tighter around her waist, leaving her no room to escape. My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, drifting slowly along her ribs until, at last, they found the soft swell of her breast.

"A-ah… Lieutenant…♡"

A moan leaked out between her lips. Paying it no mind, I cupped her breast over the bra cup. The soft, resilient weight filled my palm, and I slowly brushed my thumb along the edge of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the fabric.

"Hnn… nh…!"

Her body shivered and quaked. Her breathing grew so ragged she could no longer keep up the kiss, and she rested her forehead against my shoulder. I whispered against her burning ear.

"Do you like this better than kissing?"

I didn't stop there. My hand, still toying with her chest, slid downward—past the nipped-in waist, into the waistband of her short shorts—and Hanna's body went rigid all over again.

"N-no… not there…"

I ignored her. I pressed my palm firmly against the fabric of her shorts. Through it I could feel the thick tangle of dark hair and the sweltering heat rising from beyond. I pressed a finger against her and stroked along her cleft through the cloth—and soon the sensation of her arousal soaking thin fabric came through my fingertips, vivid and unmistakable.

"Hah, nhh…! A-ah…♡"

Her legs gave out, and she sagged against my thigh, collapsing between them. She could no longer even think of resisting—she simply surrendered her whole body to my touch, gasping for breath.

I whispered at her ear once more.

"Now it's your turn to take care of me, isn't it?"

Hanna's ragged breathing stopped dead. She looked up at me with dazed eyes, and beyond the haze of pleasure in her gaze, I could see her desperately turning my words over in her mind.

"…Oh."

At last a short sigh escaped her lips. The light of understanding dawned in her face—and then a deep, deep flush of shame spread across it.

On trembling legs she barely managed to move, then slowly sank to her knees before me. Her damp hair spilled forward over her shoulders, brushing against the collarbone bared above her thin shirt.

She tilted her head back to look up at me. In those eyes, alongside the shame, burned a strange, unmistakable heat.

"…Corporal Hanna Meyer."

She murmured in a low voice.

"From now on… with what I do best… I will… please you, Lieutenant."

Her hand went to the buckle of my uniform trousers. With a metallic click the buckle came undone, and the zipper whispered down. She gazed for a moment at the heat straining against my underwear, then, as if steeling herself, reached out.

The underwear came down. My cock sprang free along with all that pent-up heat—a column flushed dark and rigid with blood, its crown glistening with precum. Hanna stared at it for a long moment with an expression that defied description, then bowed her head.

"Haahhn…♡"

A hot, wet sensation pierced straight through my lower belly. It was nothing at all like her clumsy kissing. As if determined to prove herself worthy of my praise, she worked her tongue with surprising focus—licking boldly up the underside of the crown, wrapping her soft lips around the shaft. Sometimes she increased the pressure in her mouth to suck hard; other times she stiffened her tongue to tease gently along the length.

Lewd, slurping sounds filled the quiet barracks. Leaning back against the headboard, I looked down at the crown of her head as she took me into her mouth, her loosened brown hair swaying softly with every movement.

Status Analysis.

With a satisfied smile, I reached down and stroked her hair gently. This much was plenty. I gathered her hair softly in my hand and drew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her back. She looked up at me with eyes full of loss, her lips slick and glistening with a mixture of saliva and precum.

"Get on the bed."

At my command she obediently rose, climbed onto the creaking bed, and lay back carefully on her spine. Her loosened brown hair fanned out softly across the sheets. I leaned over her, mounting the bed above her.

"Take it off."