Corpse Breeder
Thanks to the Money Compass, I was able to heal Noah.
Once the Arclight Squad was back to full strength, my once-quiet commander's quarters became a space that no longer fit the word ‘serene’.
The morning briefing had only just begun ten minutes ago.
But my mental energy was already hitting rock bottom.
"...Next report. The underground water plant in Sector D-7 has entered secondary stabilization. We'll be able to supply clean water to the entire ark within 48 hours."
"And who’s in charge of management?"
"Defender-7, Alpha is handling it."
"Alpha alone should be enough, right?"
"No issues for now."
"Good. Thanks for your hard work, Arva. So the water problem is completely solved?"
"Drinking water is fine. But purified water is still in short supply."
"...Oh, right. That."
Should I call it ultra-pure water or something?
It was a resource used for repairing and culturing ECHO units, completely stripped of impurities.
Without it, we couldn't produce new ECHO units or repair the heavily damaged ones.
"Current production rate of purified water?"
"About 5 liters per day."
"...That's severely lacking."
Not just lacking— that’s practically nonexistent.
"Still, if we restore the purified water production line, we can ramp up output significantly."
Arva finished her report in her usual stiff tone.
Even with Noah joining us, Arva's role as my secretary and the overall leader overseeing the ark hadn't changed much.
If anything, she seemed to feel even more weight on her shoulders now.
"All right. What do we need to do to restore it?"
"First, we have to clear the zombies in Sector C."
"Hmm..."
"Especially restoring the power plant in Sector C-4. That alone would normalize 68% of the ark's functions."
It might have been different when it was just Arva and Pomen, but with Noah also joining us…
It was about time to clean out the internal threats for the ark's safety.
We had to restore all the ark's facilities if we planned to live here anyway.
"Alright. Draw up a plan later and report back."
"Understood, Commander."
As Arva nodded at my words, a languid voice chimed in from the side.
"Don't just worry about Arva— pay attention to us too, Commander."
Pomen sidled up close to me and draped herself over the back of my chair, hugging me from behind.
The soft swell of her bursting chest pressed against my back, her sweet, signature scent teasing my nose. Reflexively, I felt a heaviness stirring below.
And it wasn't just that— from last night into the early morning, we'd shared another sticky, entangled moment.
"...Pomen, this is work hours. Don't interfere with the Commander's duties."
"Interfere? Whatever could you mean?"
"Your unnecessary physical contact is an inefficient act that impairs the Commander's judgment."
"Oh? Jealous, are you, Arva?"
"...W-What?!"
"And our Commander is a master multitasker. He can grope my tits while hitting my G-spot just right. The way he makes me... ahh! But our dear Arva wouldn't know about that now, would she?"
"---!!!"
Arva's face flushed beet red.
I couldn't bring myself to meet her quietly staring gaze, so I closed my eyes shut.
It had only been an hour since I woke up.
Already, my head throbbed with fatigue.
That's when a saintly, clear voice rang out from behind me.
"Pomen, you can't hog the Commander all to yourself like that. His 'blessing' is like the sun in the sky— warmth we all have the right to share."
"......"
Was that so?
"Blessing?"
The lazy smile on Pomen's lips vanished in an instant.
Her cat-like, sharp eyes glared at Noah as she buried my head in her cleavage and growled.
"Don't tell me... you slept with her last night too?"
"...No way."
"Then what's this 'blessing' she’s talking about?"
I had zero clue about that.
Last night?
After a quick romp with Pomen, I'd given her a light nibble and suck before passing out.
How could I send away a pretty ECHO like Pomen when she came asking to be held?
That's when Noah dropped a bombshell with a benevolent smile.
"Pomen, the Commander's love isn't just completed through physical union. Last night, when he poured his hot life force into you, I felt it too. Those pure waves of 'life' flowed into the deepest parts of my core, saving me."
"...Huh?"
"It was like a holy baptism."
An incredulous sound burst from Pomen's mouth.
She stepped right up to Noah, unable to believe her words.
"W-What did you just say? So you mean that last night, when I spread my legs over the Commander and shook my hips to serve him, it was all just for your benefit?"
"Oh my, 'serve'? The word doesn't suit ECHO units like us. Our very purpose is for the Commander. And last night was a sacred 'union' for all of us."
Noah looked up at Pomen with innocent eyes, speaking without a hint of hesitation.
"Your body became the holy grail, receiving the Commander's holy water. Some of that overflowing blessing flowed to me. If anything, I'm grateful to you, Pomen. Thanks to your devoted flesh, I received the Commander's salvation."
"Y-You crazy bitch! How dare you spiritually NTR the Commander from me?!"
"......"
This conversation was seriously dizzying.
What was even more absurd was that Noah wasn't provoking Pomen out of any real knowledge.
She was a saintess of purity, both in mind and soul.
She talked like that, but her lore stated she'd never even had skinship once.
...No, wait. Isn't she basically Pomen number two if you think about it?
Even if that was her in-game lore, no guarantee it held true in this world.
"......"
But looking at Noah's face – eyes closed, beaming a loving smile – no way words like "dick" or "pussy" were ever going to come out of her mouth.
"S-Stop!"
A scream-like groan erupted from Arva, who was clutching her datapad.
"Holy grail... holy water... dick... essence... union... blessing... semen! Th-this—!"
"I didn't say 'dick' though..."
"Semen? Arva, such vulgar words."
"Enough! Your illogical, lewd wordplay mocking the Commander violates the ark's 'prohibition on human sexual acts' clause! C-Commander! Discipline them both...!!!"
Right then.
Pomen moved like lightning.
Her quick hands ripped open the buttons of my uniform, exposing my bare chest and abs.
"---!!!"
And as expected, a short popping sound followed, white smoke rising from our capable squad leader's head.
"Oh my?!"
Noah covered her face with her palm, as if embarrassed.
Hmm. Her eyes gleamed through the gaps in her fingers, though. Lore said pure-attribute saintess, but she sure felt like a 'lustful bitch'.
"Commander."
"...Yeah."
Pomen climbed onto my lap, glared at Noah, and said,
"How about we stuff that bitch's mouth with your dick while we're at it? Choke her till she can't talk!"
At those words, Noah's face lit up radiantly.
"Oh? Really? Pomen and I together receiving the Commander's hot divine spear? Ahh, such boundless mercy."
"......"
I pressed my temple and closed my eyes.
This dialogue was even more mind-breaking than in the game.
No, these were pervy ECHO units from the start— the game being rated 15+ must've toned down their instincts.
Rebuilding the Ark… was possible, right?
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A few days later, restoration work in Sector C began in earnest.
It was a scene utterly different from the chaos in the commander's quarters. This was a real battlefield, where life and death hung in the balance.
"150 meters to the target point. Beyond the shutter ahead is the contaminated zone."
Arva's cool, rational voice echoed through the headset.
I'd joined this mission too, the Money Compass in hand.
There was no choice. We needed to earn the cash to operate it.
Staying safe in the Ark meant no future ahead.
I knew better than anyone that holing up wasn't the answer, not with named-level freak monsters scattered everywhere.
"Don't worry, Commander. Nothing embarrassing like last time will happen."
Pomen stretched her body like a cat, then checked her firearm.
"Pomen, everyone's safety comes first. Don't go too deep. You don't have stealth skills like Arva."
"Hmph! I just need to smash everything in sight."
"Then you'd trouble the Commander if you wreck the Ark?"
Noah smiled gently at Pomen's retort and looked at me.
"Stay near me, Commander. You'll be safe by my side."
As we chatted, a massive steel shutter loomed before us.
"Commander, follow behind me. I'll go in first."
I nodded, and Arva vanished like a mirage.
She slipped soundlessly through a narrow gap in the shutter. Moments later, crunching sounds echoed from inside.
[Arva: Entrance clear. Safe to enter... but steel yourself.]
Heeding Arva's warning, we cautiously stepped inside.
And the sight before my eyes was pure hell.
"......"
The vast hole of Sector C.
Thick, writhing fleshy tentacle masses had grown across the walls, ceiling, and even patches of the floor.
And those tentacles were...
"Ahh..."
A short sigh escaped Noah's lips.
Dozens of mass-produced ECHO units were ensnared by the tentacles.
"Hngh, ah..."
"Feels... good..."
"Ahn! Ahn! C-Commander—! M-my pussy, my pussy—! It's weird!"
"Ooooh! Oh! Oooh!!"
The tentacles slithered over their tattered combat suits and white artificial skin, thrusting into every orifice – mouths, lower abdomens – like living cocks.
That wasn't all.
"Ungh, ah! Ahh—!"
Deeper in the hall.
A mass-produced ranger ECHO arched her waist like a bow, moaning in a broken voice.
A zombie was raping her with its rotting, mushy flesh.
Moments later, the tentacle inside her pussy writhed. Her legs shuddered, spewing fluid and a grotesque creature along with it.
"...Fall back, Commander. It's a Corpse Breeder."
"A unique variant then."
What I'd thought was just a few zombies in Sector C of the Ark had turned into a zombie factory.