The Curious Cat
"Whew..."
I undid my belt buckle and pulled out my heavily swollen cock.
As soon as it touched the cool air, the veins bulged, and it reared its head even more fiercely.
"Ah..."
Helena's gaze immediately locked onto my stiff dick.
As if drawn by a magnet, I could see her pupils shimmering red.
Looking into those eyes, I gripped the back of Helena's head gently, but with an irresistible force.
"Hngh, Co—Commander..."
Hot breath brushed against the tip of my glans, rubbing against her lips.
Finally unable to resist, Helena glanced at me and extended her long, red tongue.
Lick.
A wet, hot tongue slowly licked my member from the bottom up.
As she did, she began to subtly stimulate my balls with her hand.
Not bad...
No, the skill itself was quite excellent.
But perhaps it was because lately I'd been receiving service from girls like Podic or Moi, who lunged at me like animals in heat?
Her tongue movements, while enthusiastic, were somewhat cautious, leaving me feeling like something was missing.
"I guess our leader isn't that desperate for my cock, huh?"
As I spoke, I pressed my thumb against Helena's lips, forcing them open.
"Deeper. If you're dying to suck my cock, dive in more aggressively."
"—!"
The moment the words left my mouth, Helena buried her face in my waist as if she had been waiting for those words all along.
Chup, churuuup!
Wet, lewd sounds filled the narrow warehouse.
Helena's tongue dug into the urethral opening and swept along the shaft, while the tender flesh of her throat and mouth tightened firmly around my phallus.
And in response to that stimulation, I slowly began to thrust my hips.
"Uuup, up! Chuuuup!!"
Helena's head shook violently back and forth following the movement of my hips.
Tears welled up in her eyes from the pressure filling her deep throat, but she didn't stop.
Rather, she hugged my thighs tightly, striving to take me deeper and stronger.
"Ngh, ngh... Churuuup! Kegh, keeegh...!"
"Our Helena... your mouth-pussy has gotten much better."
"Tha... thank... thank you... chrup!"
At my praise, Helena looked up at me with an ecstatic expression, not even thinking to wipe the saliva smeared around her mouth.
Hazy eyes, flushed cheeks, and lewd strings of saliva clinging to her lips.
To think this perverted bitch is the leader of the Cerberus Squad—the main force of our Ark—and the mass slaughterer of zombies.
The gap between the cold, cruel figure she showed on the battlefield and the bitch-like appearance of her looking up at me while drooling at my feet stimulated a strange sense of immorality.
As a reward, I shot a thick load of semen deep into her throat and pulled my wet cock, glistening with Helena's saliva, out of her mouth.
"Ah..."
Helena licked her lips regretfully, her eyes following my member.
It was a gaze like a child who had their candy taken away—no, like a puppy begging its owner for more treats.
I chuckled, pulled Helena up, and turned her toward the wall.
"Bend over."
"Yes, yeees—!"
As soon as the command was given, Helena familiarly leaned against the cold wall and bowed her waist deeply.
With her voluptuous hips contrasting against her slender waist, it was a perfect posture that practically begged to be fucked from behind.
As I pushed aside her panties, which were already drenched with love juices, sticky mucus stretched like a thread.
"You're completely soaked."
"Ju... Just thinking about the Commander, I..."
I began to rub the glans against Helena's pussy.
"Hnghh..."
The glans, lubricated by the slippery juices, repeatedly pressed firmly against the entrance of Helena's vagina and then pulled away.
The sensation of almost entering but not quite, teasing her, made Helena's thighs begin to tremble.
"Hng... Co... Commander...!"
"What?"
"Please... please put it in...! Ah, aaah—!"
After repeating this a few times, Helena finally seemed unable to take it and pushed her hips back, pleading.
"What was that?"
"Ah, ah-eung... Please... please drive the Commander's huge ro...rod into Helena's tight pussy. Yes? Pleaseeee—!"
As if rewarding that desperation, I gripped Helena's pelvis firmly and thrust in all at once with a surge of power.
Plump—!
"Haa-eut!?"
Her tight pussy clamped down hard on my member.
Hot, wet walls of flesh wrapped around my member without a single gap, relentlessly embracing it.
"Whew... It's fucking tight."
This is the taste of an ECHO.
Exhaling a rough breath, I immediately began pistoning.
"Ah, ah-ang! Ah—! Co... Commander...! Hngh! I... I love it...! I love it—!"
The violent sound of flesh clashing.
Helena's moans.
And rough breathing mixed together, beginning to heat up the silent warehouse.
Every time I thrust upward, Helena's body leaned forward, and her voluptuous breasts pressed against the wall, bouncing and adding to the visual pleasure.
"You tighten incredibly well. You're a wonderful masterpiece."
"I... I'm... a lewd bitch... who loves having sex with the Commander... hngh! Ah-ang! Nng... ah—!"
Half out of her mind, Helena pushed her hips back even further.
Unlike the beginning, had she experienced this a few times now?
She even showcased techniques, subtly rotating her hips to try and squeeze my cock.
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"Luna, check that area over there one more time."
"Yess! Got it—!"
At Silva's instruction, Luna answered energetically and leaped toward the ruins of a collapsed building.
With her light movements, her cat ears twitched, gathering sounds from the surroundings.
The sound of the wind.
The creaking of old iron plates.
And a faint presence heard from afar.
"......"
Luna's orange pupils narrowed.
She drew the pistol hanging from her waist, checked the magazine, and crept toward the presence like a cat.
Then, she carefully peeked over the collapsed wall.
"Aw, damn... it was just trash."
A piece of plastic blown by the wind was fluttering, caught on a strange piece of rebar.
Fortunately, it wasn't a zombie.
Still, just in case, she kept her tail stiff with tension and checked the surroundings thoroughly once more.
But far from zombies, not even a single mouse was in sight. It seemed she would have to go as far as the buildings visible in the distance to find something.
"This building is clean! There's nothing here, Sister Silva."
Luna put her pistol back and returned to Silva, her tail swaying.
"Any vehicles?"
"None at all. Everything with wheels is just a hunk of scrap metal."
Luna shrugged at Silva's question.
It seemed they had been truly lucky to find the Mercury Howl and the Bastion during the last exploration.
They had searched the vicinity of this wide base thoroughly for over an hour, but not a single useful thing was found.
By the way...
Luna's gaze flickered behind Silva.
Where did the Commander and the Leader go?
The leader, Helena, and the Commander had definitely been behind her.
But after the conversation about vehicles came through the Tactical Connection Link, the two of them had vanished without a trace.
Are they moving separately?
Luna pouted and tapped the ground with the tip of her foot.
Actually, she had felt a strange atmosphere for some time now.
Helena, the leader of the Cerberus Squad, was an ECHO like an eldest sister to Luna.
A warrior among warriors who only smiled faintly when blowing a zombie's head off with a shotgun.
Luna had once wanted to become a strong and cool ECHO like Helena.
But since Helena... moved her affiliation to Ark 69, she's changed a bit—no, a lot.
It was a transformation in a good way.
Should she say she became prettier?
Her skin glowed with a smooth luster, and sometimes she would stare blankly into space.
Especially when looking at the Commander, Luna had witnessed several times how those fierce eyes would strangely soften.
"...What is it, Luna?"
"No. No, it's nothing."
It was the same for Silva.
The sniper of the Cerberus Squad and the team's second-in-command, Silva.
She too was an ice-like ECHO who was always cool, blunt, and showed almost no emotional change.
But even such a Silva seemed strangely excited when the Commander was by her side.
Silva didn’t show it, but having been in the same squad for a long time, Luna could definitely feel the change even through her calm and cold mask.
Aspects of both that were unseen before appeared occasionally—no, often. Well, she could understand their change to some extent.
Because the Commander is a really, really good person.
Luna pictured the Commander's face in her mind.
He was a person she respected so much that she wondered if he was an angel she'd only heard of—no, even more than that.
Thanks to the Commander, she had tried something called bread and experienced something called a bathhouse.
Was that all?
She even got her own incredibly nice private space called a dormitory. There was a fluffy bed and a computer.
On top of that, she was able to make many new friends in Ark 69.
But...
I'm the only one... the only one left out.
Was it because of her position as a supporter?
Or because she looked younger compared to Helena and Silva?
She wanted to get closer to the Commander just like Helena and Silva, but it wasn't easy.
And as for being the first to act friendly toward the Commander...
I'm scared...!
At the thought, Luna's body reflexively shrank.
Memories of the past, a terrible trauma from Ark 74, flashed through Luna's mind.
In Ark 74, harsh punishment followed if one spoke first to an adult human, or even a human child.
Once, she had accidentally said Hello to a passing child and had been whipped and confined in a solitary cell for a week, which made it even harder for her to try any acts of getting closer to the Commander.
The fear from that time was still embedded deep in her bones.
"Sigh..."
Luna let out a deep sigh and weakly kicked a pebble at her feet.
Silva watched her quietly and then spoke to Luna.
"Luna."
"Yes?"
"Shall I tell you what the Leader and the Commander are doing?"
"Ye, yes? Uh..."
Luna's eyes widened at Silva's sudden offer.
"Am I allowed to hear?"
"It doesn't matter. You'll find out eventually anyway."
At Silva's calm voice, Luna's ears perked up.
An important operational meeting?
Or tactics for the anti-Astral war?
Luna's tail swayed with anticipation.
"Hmm, by now, she's probably getting nailed."
"...What?"
Luna doubted her own ears.
Nailed? What?
Like… nailing a shotgun into a zombie's head?
No, wouldn't driving it in be the right expression for that? But there was no way Silva used the word wrong.
Just as Luna tilted her head in confusion.
Silva stepped closer to Luna and spoke, her face flushing as if recalling something.
"What I meant was, they’re having sex."
"...Wh-What?"
"What men and women do. The act where the man puts in his cock, and the woman goes ang and likes it very much."
"......What? What? WHAT?? Wh-What does that...!"
Luna jumped up from the spot without realizing it.
Her cat ears turned so red that one would think they were about to explode any minute now. Moreover, her tail stood straight up, the fur bristling.
But Silva didn't even blink while looking at Luna. Instead, she tilted her head and asked dryly.
"Not interested?"
"Uwaaaaah—!"
Luna covered her burning cheeks with both hands.
Not interested?
To be honest, she was dying of curiosity. But she was so embarrassed she felt like hiding in a mouse hole.