F-Rank Warrior: Duran Dos 4
I slipped into the officers' quarters under cover of night and checked the interior. Two beds sat about 30cm apart. Looked like these were double rooms for the brass. One plus one? Nice deal.
As I forced the doorknob with a twist, making some noise, the blanket on one bed rustled.
"Mm…?"
A sleepy voice murmured softly, the drowsiness not fully gone. My eyes, adjusted to the dark, made out the female soldier's face. C+ at best. Not great, but not bad. These days, with no sex, I was so pent up I'd even take a D+.
"Guh! Wh-who the hell are you!?"
The officer finally noticed the intruder, her voice still thick with sleep. Time to move like lightning.
"Hup!"
I pounced on the woman. Climbed onto her bed, clamped her mouth shut, and pinned her down hard. She didn't struggle long. I'd choked her neck.
The bitch next door must have cotton in her ears at night.
The woman under me glared with the fierce eyes of a black panther. Keeping her mouth covered, I whispered in her ear.
"Wanna live? Stay quiet."
Even after my threat, her sharp expression didn't fade. This one's got some fight in her—gonna be fun to break. Without mercy, I shoved my hand down her pants.
Just a thin layer of panties, so her bare skin was easy to touch. I felt the curly pubic hair on her mound. Twisting my fingers like coiling a phone cord, I yanked her clit.
Her brow twitched in response—pretty damn entertaining.
"Mmph…!"
The Power of Sex kicked in, and warm wetness bloomed on her mound. Faster than I expected, even for an ability. Guess this bitch was horny too.
"Hey, you're a soldier, right? Already soaking like a bitch in heat."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
She shook her head desperately in denial, but with the evidence right there, it was pointless.
"Don't play innocent. Look how wet you are. See?"
I pulled my hand from her mound and clamped it over her mouth again. She must've tasted her own salty juices.
Crunch!
"Oh-ho. Biting my fingers? Forgot your place, huh?"
I yanked her curly pubes hard. Her teeth clamped down even tighter on my finger. Didn't hurt much, though.
"Cute little thing."
This time, I shoved my finger into her pussy hole. Coated in hot juices, it slid right in.
"Mmmph!"
The bite on my finger loosened. Instant pleasure made her lose control. Riding the momentum, I started piston thrusts with my finger.
"My dick hasn't even gone in yet, and you're flooding like this?"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Mmmph!"
Her face flushed red. I was hitting my limit too. One hand yanked down my pants, swapping finger for cock.
"Grrraaah!!!"
The woman screamed. If I hadn't muffled her, the one next door would've woken up.
Her pussy's extra tight from the long dry spell.
Objectively, her pussy score was average at best, but the forced celibacy in this controlled environment made it taste better than usual. My hips pistoned like they had a mind of their own.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
At some point, she forgot she was getting raped, shaking her hips in rhythm with mine. Her slutty face was a sight. Wonder if a girl like this could really defend the country after discharge.
Not my problem.
Spurt-spurt~!
The ejaculation dragged on. But the afterglow was short. She rolled her eyes back and passed out. The amplified pleasure from Power of Sex was too much for her.
"First mag dumped."
Now for the second. Clutching my pounding heart, I crept to the next bed. This one had the blanket pulled over her head, face hidden. I carefully peeled it back.
"Fuck, landmine."
Even a starving man like me wouldn't touch this ugly bitch. Felt like smashing her skull with a hammer, but I held back. Covered her up again.
Night's still young.
The women's barracks was my personal buffet.
The next day. During morning roll call, an officer appeared across the parade ground. A woman with major's insignia.
"What? Something happen?"
"Bad vibes…."
Whispers rippled through the trainees. Sergeant Hogg silenced them with a shout.
"Battalion commander! What's going on?"
Sergeant Hogg saluted the approaching officer and spoke.
The last one I fucked last night.
She had a single room. Battalion commander, apparently. Early 40s, but well-maintained—prime MILF material. Toned with subtle muscles from training. Prepared just for me.
I'd fucked most of the women in the barracks last night. Things were probably in chaos by now. But none saw my face. Even if they did, it was dark—no clear memories.
If shit hits the fan, just beat Hogg and reset.
The commander walked to the review stand with a sour look. Sergeant Hogg stood frozen like a scarecrow.
She scanned us with sharp eyes, then stomped her right foot and barked.
"Push-up prep!"
The trainees looked baffled.
"Push-ups? Outta nowhere?"
"What's this about…."
"Her time of the month?"
Not that. I'd checked yesterday.
"Push-up prep!"
Sergeant Hogg bellowed again, and they finally got down. The commander silently walked among us, watching our push-ups.
Venting last night's assault on the trainees? Her response was way more passive than I expected. Intruder hits the barracks, women get gang-raped en masse—MPs should've swarmed already, but no sign.
"Hmm…."
She paused right next to me while inspecting slowly. Did she suspect?
Luckily, she moved on. Morning push-ups hit over 200 before ending.
After the unscheduled PT, we headed to the mess hall. Food here didn't suit me—too salty overall. Portions were huge, but since it tasted like shit, I barely ate. No need for this garbage chow when my inventory was stocked with good stuff.
"Trainee. Come with me a sec?"
Battalion Commander Major Berica appeared suddenly in front of me while I stirred my soup. The trainees beside me jumped.
"B-Battalion commander!"
"Everyone, keep eating. Trainee Duran Dos. Over here."
So she did notice earlier. Women's intuition is no joke.
Kill Hogg now?
My eyes flicked to Sergeant Hogg eating sternly at a distant table. Nah, better gauge her reaction first.
Major Berica led me to the Type-1 warehouse—basically the food storage for perishables.
"Trainee Duran Dos. You're a Seventh Personality follower, right?"
She shut the door and dropped that out of nowhere.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Refused to handle a rifle, gave Sergeant Hogg headaches. But changed your mind recently? Got a report you did shooting drills."
"Yeah, well. People's minds change."
Not just my mind—my personality too.
"Hmm. But you changed too much."
"Pardon?"
"Something huge went down in the women's barracks last night."
"Oh yeah?"
"Gonna deny it?"
She raised an eyebrow. Already convicted me. No point denying.
"How'd you know?"
"Nothing special. Checked all the night watch trainees. You matched the build closest."
That easy to pinpoint? Build alone shouldn't nail me.
"Decisive part? The smell matches. My nose is sensitive."
She tapped her perky nose.
"Knew it was me and still call me aside alone. What's your angle? MPs already on speed dial?"
"MPs…."
She smirked at my words.
"Trainee Duran Dos. Order: Hands behind back, on your knees."
Her voice dripped with sadistic glee. Her eyes sparkled like stars.
Even when I fucked her last night, she was different—almost enjoying it. This bitch is a total masochist.
Innate slut or just pent-up desires peaking. Women's libidos hit max in their 40s, they say.
Oh ho. Things are going smoother than expected. Time to play along.
I knelt as ordered.
"This is training. Prep for Kyrria capture and torture."
"Understood."
She blindfolded me with a black cloth from somewhere.