Permission Granted
> Based on Imperial Capital Stranoff Standard Time, the current hour is 23:00. All passengers and crew are requested to prepare for lights-out and rest.
> The Hermes is currently passing through %『@*&! . Estimated time remaining to destination: approximately 53,235,532 years.
Space has no concept of day or night, but for people, the pattern of living in twenty-four-hour cycles still matters.
The Residence Sector’s main systems were still alive, so the ceiling speakers kept pouring out the time and brief navigational updates.
There was no one left who would actually obey those instructions, so there was no real need to pay them any mind. What mattered was only that the hour had grown quite late—and that from here on, no one would interrupt us.
“Haa… nn…”
I had permission. How far that permission extended, I still didn’t know.
Even someone like me, who rarely showed reactions on the surface, felt moved by the ocean-deep kindness of Sera’s heart. Letting me have her body was, in effect, the same as telling me I could shatter her Circle if I wanted. The joy of it was so large I kept pressing my fingers into her flushed cheeks with affectionate little movements.
She herself had stopped speaking to me. No questions to check whether I was conscious. She simply hid her face as best she could and dragged in ragged breaths. When I brought the camera in close to film her, what came back was a multicolored glare mixed with shame, resentment, pleasure—and a little irritation.
Whether she knew I was acting differently from usual or not, it was clear she didn’t want conversation. A hunch told me that if I teased her now, this sweet situation might end, so I shut my mouth.
Instead… I decided to ask for something else.
“Hnn…!”
The synthetic-fiber bra she had asked me, with her own mouth, to change out. That thing always gave me the unpleasant sensation of chewing on beeswax, and I hated it most of all—because it pressed against nearly every part of her body that could absorb mana. This time I had no desire to be interrupted.
Even the stretchy underwear wrapping her most important places had half lost its job. The way she leaned against me and thrust her chest forward like she was stretching left the underside slightly exposed. From below I could see two delicious masses of flesh swaying, each one holding sweet mana like fruit thinly glazed with sugar.
“Kyaah!? Haa—!!”
I never run out of hands. I could pin her hips, bind both wrists, nibble her ear, and still leave vanishing kiss marks on the soft underside of her breasts. When I took a full mouthful, Sera’s body bucked hard. Judging by the way her Circle trembled unsteadily, the place was extremely sensitive.
Of all the spots I had ever wanted to drink mana from, this was the one. Every time she rested or took off her uniform, a sweeter flesh-scent than the top of her head would drift up, yet I had never dared touch it—partly because it was so sensitive, partly because underwear always covered it.
Not anymore.
“W-wait, you can’t take that o—!”
The psychological resistance of baring her bare breasts must have been strong; Sera cried out. But to touch her properly I had to clear the obstructing cloth. A mechanical arm slipped into the valley of her chest and lifted the bra; the fabric that had been stretched suddenly lost its tension and snapped upward.
And at last the pure-white breasts appeared right before my eyes.
“Ah… aah…!”
From the moment I coiled around her body, Sera had gone rigid, barely able to form words—like a mouse wrapped tight by a snake. I wanted to put those flushed, jutting nipples in my mouth the way a predator takes a prey’s head, but what mattered to me was survival. And survival naturally meant symbiosis with her.
If I scare her and she never lets me do this again, what then?
She was already turning a blind eye to the fact that I was awake; suddenly biting a place that didn’t even have saliva on it would have been strange. Fortunately my processing speed was faster now, and a good method came to mind.
I would use the very heat of her aroused flesh—the same power that had made this stiff, sexually ignorant second lieutenant pant for me until now.
How much time had passed?
Since she woke in the windowless little room and climbed into the suit, the numbness in her arms and legs was less vivid than the coolness of skin exposed to cold air—and the touch of Jin’s hands caressing her whole body into heat.
“Hnn… haah… ah…!”
Waist, breasts, neck, forehead, armpits, ears, back—he licked and sucked and tickled and crushed and chewed and pinched and stroked and rubbed every place… yet the most sensitive spot, the one he had stripped bare of underwear, he only brushed past as if he had no interest at all.
She knew. No matter how he tried to disguise the movements, nothing about this was the same as usual. It wasn’t a question of which parts absorbed fluid; Jin’s blatant personality was simply showing through.
He’s bad. He’s mischievous. He loves teasing people, loves making them wait, does whatever he wants, even forces things through… nn!
The sensation of something tracing down her erector muscles tore another moan from Sera. Even so, her hips remained perfectly fixed, grinding her private place against the hard outer armor so that the signals of climax never stopped.
And yet he won’t let me finish…!
The real problem was that Sera herself could not sincerely refuse. She had spent so much time close to him that she understood exactly why he was doing this. He wanted something from her. And that something was certain to be extremely, extremely embarrassing.
The strength slowly left the arms she had been holding together; the face she had been hiding came into view. Reason and her usual indifferent expression had both melted away, and the lust that lived deep in her heart was overflowing. She knew nothing of techniques for seducing a man. In the stories her friends used to chatter about, the partner had never been a machine. The only thing stamped into her mind was the single fact that he liked—craved—her bodily fluids.
The only coquetry Sera could manage was to shyly part her tightly pressed lips and stick out her tongue.
“Jin… Jiiin…”
Take it. I’ll give you this, so please stop tormenting me—
It looked like an excellent negotiation, yet the other party did not so much as twitch. Just as she was panicking over not knowing what he wanted, one of the mechanical arms bristling with nubs gently cupped a breast and lifted it. The tip of the stiffly risen nipple was brought to within half a span of her chin. At that exact moment a long string of drool that had been hanging in her cleavage fell, and the nipple was sucked so hard a red mark remained.
Only then did Sera understand Jin’s demand. She shook her head wildly.
“I-I can’t! That kind of… that kind of perverted act is—!”
Really? Then I guess I’ll stop here.
As if answering that way, the mechanical arms began peeling off her body one by one.
— Clack!
Even the rings restraining both wrists unlocked, and the suit started to fold.
Sera, who had been fretting, flushed scarlet and cried out.
“A-all right! I’ll do… whatever Jin wants… so…”
Fingers gone paper-white rose to her mouth. After a long hesitation they carefully slipped inside, came out coated thickly in clear honey, and she spread that honey on the place she wanted Jin to touch—the place he had been teasing so roughly over her underwear until a moment ago. She dabbed it on the tip of the pink bud and shyly offered it forward.
“Here… it is. The thing you like, so please… ah—hnnn!”
The sensation of him biting down on her breast and chewing as if to crush it sent Sera straight into climax. Pleasure incomparable to the clumsy rubbing she had done alone rushed in all at once. The opposite breast she had unconsciously gripped, the finger still wet with saliva, even the tongue that no longer moved by her own will—all of it was the same. Sometimes relentless, gentle when it became unbearable, then a violent surge of pleasure the moment she thought she could catch her breath.
Sobbing, clawing at the inside of the cockpit with her hands, calling Jin’s name over and over, she trembled.
“Hnnk… kuh… haa…!”
When every bit of strength left her and a mechanical arm supported her waist, another wave of tender emotion welled up. Watching the mottled flower-marks on her breasts slowly return to milky white made her feel regretful. Her head kept tipping upward, but his face was still too far away.
“H-ah…?”
One of the mechanical arms equipped with a suction port climbed her faintly convulsing legs. It pushed past her stockings, flipped her skirt, and stopped in front of the thoroughly soaked underwear.
Even a fool would have understood this time, yet Sera shook her head with difficulty. She pressed her knees together as tightly as she could and spoke in a half-pleading tone.
“P-please don’t! Just what we’ve done so far is enough to make me lose my mind. I’m an idiot, so… nn! I don’t even understand my own body and it scares me. So please…!”
Even when he only rubbed roughly over the thin cloth, the occasional wrong touch to a sensitive spot turned her head pure white as if she had been electrocuted. Unlike when he bit her breasts or ears, the pleasure erupted from deep inside her lower belly. She could not give a place like that to Jin. She would not last. She might die.
But what if he told her to offer it again this time?
She knew better than anyone how to survive on the ship, yet she knew nothing about resisting the pleasure of the flesh.
“Later… when I’ve prepared myself mentally, I’ll tell you then. O-or after I find the clothes Jin wanted before—how about that? M-men get disappointed if the underwear is dirty, I heard… nn!”
The camera stared at the bra that had fallen to the floor with a look that clearly said, You’re bringing that up now? Knowing the excuse would never work, Sera hung her head.
Jin never did things she truly hated, and entrusting her body to him was not physiological rejection or disgust. It was the opposite—she liked it so much she was terrified of losing herself.
— Ziiing.
While she could only wiggle her toes helplessly, Jin moved. The restraints holding her hips stayed locked, so he had not given up. Instead he raised the seat she was straddling.
“Jin…? Ah!”
The interior of the torso from which countless mechanical arms emerged was revealed for the first time, but that was not why she gasped. The head of the suit she had been staring at from the very beginning was suddenly at the exact same height—close enough that if she stretched out her arms she could pull him into an embrace.