Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: The Starving Machine and the Corrupted Doll
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'Pathfinder' Squad Tactical Link - Encrypted Channel.
💬 Tactical Chat
— Bait Hey… — Bait Are you picking a fight right now? You wanna go? Serpa flinched as she checked the tactical link, setting down her bread and hurriedly typing a response.
— Serpa S-Sorry. I just… wanted to see how everyone was doing… I missed talking… — Bait ……Sigh. Serpa swallowed hard at Bait's sigh-laden message.
She could almost hear that deep, familiar sigh echoing through the text. The typing indicator paused, then started moving again.
— Bait Nah. Anyway, glad to hear you're eating well and doing fine over there. — Serpa Yeah… It's all thanks to Leader and you guys. But Bait. — Bait What? — Serpa Where are Leader and Zero…? It's quiet from them. Normally, Leader Compass and Zero would have jumped in right away, but no messages appeared. Bait's reply came a bit late.
— Bait …Busy. They might check the tactical link late. Serpa tilted her head.
Busy enough to miss a message? Were they on a dangerous mission?
— Serpa Something happen? Are you in combat? — Bait Huh? No, not that. But shit's about to hit the fan. — Serpa Huh? — Bait Those X-like direct-line bastards. Ah! Don't worry about it. Just eat well there and stay happy. — Bait I'll tell you if something big happens. "…Bait?"
Serpa tried to send another message.
But all she saw was a notice that the 'Tactical Link' had ended. With worried eyes, she set down the artifact the Commander had given her.
"……."
Here she was, safe and eating warm bread, while her comrades seemed to be in some cold, dangerous place.
But there was nothing she could do from so far away right now.
"……Please."
Serpa clasped her hands in prayer.
"Keep Leader and everyone safe…."
With her earnest prayer, Serpa couldn't bring herself to eat the rest of the bread and gazed at the dull sky in the distance.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Huff… huff…."
It was pitch-black darkness.
Her eyes were covered by a thick blindfold, blinding her completely, and her ears were plugged tight.
Jester's body, limbs bound spread-eagle in heavy iron chains, twitched violently before going still.
'I have to get out… I have to escape this place.'
Jester clung to her fading mind, intoxicated by the scent of semen.
She was the leader of the Raven Caravan. She had to rescue her foolish, innocent little siblings, Raven and Gizmo, who trusted and followed her, and escape this damned human ark.
That was her duty as leader.
'Before Raven and Gizmo… get taken by the humans… I have to save them.'
Otherwise, her precious siblings could end up disassembled like scrap parts or turned into lab rats.
Humans were the vile race that consumed and discarded ECHOs like that.
So she had to pull herself together even more.
"Huff, cough, hack… mmph!"
But her resolute will as leader was mercilessly crushed with every breath.
A leather mask sealed her nose and mouth completely.
That narrow space was filled to the brim with thick, white semen poured in long ago by some unidentified human commander.
Squelch, squelch.
Every inhale forced sticky fluid up her nostrils, and the bitter taste seeped endlessly past the ball gag.
She'd already swallowed it down her throat several times.
"Huff… huff… mmph…."
It was driving her mad.
No, she was already mad.
She had no idea what this ark's commander was thinking, subjecting her to this bizarre torment….
'Feels… good….'
Damn it, it felt way too good.
Her brain was melting at an alarming rate because of it.
The pungent, thick night-bloom scent numbed her nose tip.
The overwhelming male pheromones.
Every time they pierced deep into her lungs, her rational thoughts of 'I must escape' snapped one by one.
And sticky, hot pleasure moldered into the gaps like fungus.
'No, snap out of it! Jester, you're the leader of the Raven Caravan… Escape….'
Jester shook her head furiously, trying to spit out the fluid inside the mask.
"Pffmph! Mmph!"
But it only made things worse.
The rough breathing shifted the pressure inside, forcing the coagulating semen clumps deeper into her sinuses and throat.
"Grrgl…"
Her saliva mixed with the male seed in the tight space, bubbling up.
And it began emitting a foul, lewd aroma like overripe cheese or a beast in heat's den.
"H-hmmph… mm…."
In the end, she had to admit it.
This thick scent was thoroughly ruining her.
Strength drained from her body, her toes curled.
Drip, driiiip….
Between her legs was flooded with her own juices, soaked like a river in spate.
Every unconscious rub of her thighs produced a lewd, sticky sound. She couldn't hear it, but the slick sensation on her inner thighs was vivid.
'Just once more… really, just once….'
As time passed, thoughts of fleeing with Raven and Gizmo grew fainter.
Instead, a bigger, more primal desire coiled up inside.
Not this drying, stale residue pooled in the mask—she craved fresh, hot stuff straight from the human's body.
"Mmmph…."
But the firmly shut door showed no sign of opening. To her deprived senses, time felt eternal.
"Mmmph—! Mph…!"
Thus, Jester crumbled pathetically in the darkness, licking the mask smeared with her saliva and semen through her nose.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Creeeak, slam.
"Hoo…."
I leaned against the heavy iron door, taking a long, deep breath.
The cold night air began cooling my overheated body.
I'd entered when the sun was high, but outside was now pitch-black darkness.
I'd lost track of time rolling around messily with Raven and Gizmo.
"Still, pretty good results."
A satisfied smile crept onto my lips.
The original plan was to take it slow, like a game's affection event—gradually persuade and conquer them bit by bit.
But it went way faster and more solidly than expected.
By digging deep into what Raven and Gizmo liked, their weaknesses, and the game's lore that ECHOs crave human affection, their bodies and hearts swung to my side in an instant.
'A little more polishing, and they'll fully join Ark 69's forces, right?'
Of course, to fully absorb them, I still needed the last missing puzzle piece.
Their leader they relied on absolutely: Jester.
I needed her.
'And that one's….'
I glanced back at the closed iron door.
By now, Jester was probably writhing in pitch darkness, trapped by my semen scent.
'A few days marinating should do the trick.'
A scent fetishist like her.
Tomorrow morning, I could drop by to check her state—show my face and refill with fresh semen. Not a bad idea.
'Looks tough, so she won't break in a day.'
Needed proper tension control.
Plus, she might break in a way I don't want.
Anyway, that was for later.
Now was time to fulfill my duties as the ark's Fleet Commander and Commander.
"Is the training complete, Commander?"
As I stepped onto the Bastian Platform, Arva waited impeccably uniformed, tablet in hand.
"Hmm, more like bonding than training. Not bad. They don't seem rotten to the core."
"…Understood."
"What's with the tablet?"
At my question, Arva handed over her tablet.
"Current development status and resource intake report for Hongwei 7 Sector. Content to report to you via Lena."
I took the tablet from Arva and scrolled the screen.
Dense data and graphs.
Now familiar to my eyes.
Long story short, the forward base construction in Hongwei 7 Sector was progressing astonishingly smoothly. All thanks to….
[Poooh—!]
"Huh?"
A pleasant cry from behind.
Simultaneously, a heavy, soft sensation squished my head.
"Podik."
The one casually resting her massive breasts on my head from above.
Hongwei 7 Sector's resident boss, the Eight-Foot Ghost who'd somehow become a Named-grade anomaly, Podik.
"Don't disturb the Commander, Eight-Foot Ghost."
[Poo—!]
Podik let out a short cry at Arva's warning, then buried my head in her cleavage and rubbed.
"Ubu bu bu—!"
Overwhelming mass and cotton-candy softness hit at once.
Never thought I'd get a faceful of cleavage like this.
Anyway, Hongwei 7's rapid development was thanks to enemies who'd targeted her and invaded.
Troller-class Mobile Carrier and quasi-Named Leviathan.
Astral's massive war machines. Their wreckage had become precious resources for our ark.
[Pooo.]
"Stay still. You're interfering with the Commander's work."
[Po po po pot!]
I used Podik's soft breasts as a pillow and swiped to the next page on the tablet. But one part furrowed my brow.
"Arva."
"Yes, Commander."
"Astral scouts detected… What does this mean?"
Astral.
The machine civilization faction, one of humanity's greatest threats.
And currently, the biggest threat to our ark.
They'd lost major forces just recently, yet scouts already spotted? Not a good sign.
"Lost a Troller-class carrier and Leviathan, and they still won't give up?"
"Seems so. Or maybe that's exactly why they're obsessed."
Arva projected a hologram map with cold eyes and added an explanation.
"From info via Serpa, Astral absorbs Named-grade 'anomalies' as evolution energy."
"So they can't let go of her?"
[Poo—?]
I pointed at Podik, chin-resting on my head.
"Yes. Losing that massive force means they'll target this 'anomaly' to recover—no matter what."
[Po po po poot—! Poooh!]
Did she understand Arva's words?
Podik raised her voice in anger.
Anyway, they weren't just fighting over territory.
Like starving beasts eyeing prey, they charged with fire in their eyes to reclaim lost power.
To protect this peace, we needed to prepare something too.
