Carnage on Pearl Island

I started with the bunker right in front of me. I lobbed a grenade straight into the firing slit. Grenades are the best for taking out bunker rats. Straight-fire weapons just can't punch through those things reliably.

(Grenade!)

The Kyrria grunts who'd been happily hosing us down with machine-gun fire bolted out of the bunker. They dodged the grenade, but they couldn't evade the hail of bullets from my waiting Cliquot.

Stay inside and die to the grenade. Come out and eat rifle rounds. I was forcing those Kyrria bastards into a deadly multiple-choice.

I casually dropped the four inside and expanded the foothold. Once one bunker fell, the other Marines came charging in like they'd been waiting for it.

"Hey! Not bad, kid! You're that Duran Dos, right? The dog who fucked Lieutenant Berica."

"Yeah. Her pussy was fucking delicious. Especially that tight little asshole—pure perfection."

"What!? You even railed her ass!? Damn, I'm jealous."

"Heh. Want the real kicker? After this battle, I'm gonna pound her all day. Won't stop till both holes are wrecked."

I handed the captured bunker off to the Marine and moved on to the next.

Running low on grenades.

Grenades are the most effective for bunker-busting. I've got the pinpoint throwing skill to drop 'em right inside.

But they only issued me two. Time for some good old corpse farming.

"Hey, you! Gimme your grenades!"

I demanded them from a nearby Marine.

"N-no, these are mine!"

Bang!

Turned him into a corpse. When supplies run dry, corpse farming's the way to go.

Thanks to the Marines' voluntary donations, I cleared bunkers smoothly. I could feel the Kyrria push faltering under our overwhelming numbers.

Just like a tiny hole in a dam unleashing a flood, I—this little breach—was cracking their defenses wide open.

"Dos! Ughhh! There you are!"

"Coren, you fuck. How the hell are you still alive?"

"Beats me! I'm shocked too! Ran like hell and ended up here! So, what now?"

"First off, hand over all your grenades!"

I snatched them from the ghost-like Coren who'd snuck up. One grenade per bunker. I took out two more that way.

With enemy fire noticeably thinning, our advance accelerated. Like they were trying to bury the early disadvantages in victory, the Kacil forces seized the beach at terrifying speed. Tank landings kicked off simultaneously.

Vrooooom!

"Tanks! Everyone take cover behind 'em! Advance with the tanks!"

"Watch for AT guns!"

Boom! Boom!

The battle reached its fever pitch. Soldiers sprinting desperately over the blood-soaked red beach and comrades' corpses exuded fanaticism beyond mere resolve. The Kyrria troops spraying us madly weren't any saner.

"Urk! Dos... I'm gonna puke."

The acrid gunpowder stench mixed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with blood into an indescribably vile reek. The beach, littered with bodies like grains of sand, reeked of death.

Look one way, a man dies. Look another, another falls.

The Kyrria held out, counterattacking relentlessly. But our flamethrower squads were torching bunkers, pushing deep into the beach. Crispy bunker roasts were on the menu.

"Hang in there, man. We're basically winning."

The vanguard's sacrificial grind paid off—the landing succeeded. As main forces hit the beach, even the furious Kyrria had to admit defeat.

Plus, their ammo was running dry; the chattering MGs fell silent one by one.

*-*-*

Our numbers dwarfed theirs. Intel said 120,000 Kyrria on Pearl Island. Subtract beach defenders, even fewer.

Sector Echo landing: 1 Marine Division, 2 Infantry Divisions, 1 Tank Division, 2 Artillery Regiments, 1 Engineer Regiment—total ~80,000. But Kyrria milked the beach advantage, bleeding us dry with far fewer.

The first-wave 3rd Marine Division, 1st Regiment lost 70% before touching sand. Of 6,000 total landing casualties, 80% Marines.

Equipment losses were brutal too. AT mines and obstacles didn't just slow tanks—they wrecked 'em into scrap.

Dozens more tanks beached and shelled: 30 totaled, ~20 needing repairs.

But we secured Echo Sector. Despite Kyrria's hellish resistance, their trenches and bunkers fell to us. Marines and Army started massacring them.

(Surrender! We're surrendering!)

Rat-tat-tat!

(Argh!)

"What'd that fucker say?"

"Something about fucking your mom yesterday."

"What? You bitch."

The corpse party didn't stop post-battle. Kacil hatred peaked; their guns showed no mercy.

Surviving Kyrria ditched weapons and surrendered—but no quarter given. Too many of ours dead for that. Massacre time.

Even officers ignored troops executing POWs. No manpower for prisoners anyway. This landing was just the start.

"Whoa! Uphem! Check this bitch out. Nice and firm—perfect plaything."

"Heh! Victory means winner's rights."

Watching the POW slaughter, something caught my eye: one Kyrria female POW, two Kacil grunts.

Lots of women POWs, but few lookers.

Gang-rape was standard for Kyrria women POWs. They knew it, fought like hell for the beach. Lost anyway.

Horny troops fucked on sight. Even semi-cute male Kyrria got ass-raped. Ugly sight.

But this woman stood out—like Lieutenant Haruna, prime lieutenant-fuck material.

Buzzed hair to butch levels, but couldn't hide the beauty. Probably to deter rape, but that glow ruined it.

"Heh! Good thing I don't cave like those gay fucks ass-fucking dudes. Strip if you wanna live, you cunt."

A sleazy sergeant menaced her with his rifle. Name tag: Uphem.

Bullying an unarmed POW. Pure soldier trash. I booted his ass.

"Gah!"

He whipped around, feral with rage—then saw me and went meek as a kitten.

"Uh... what's up?"

"Fuck off."

"B-but! We found her first."

I raised my rifle wordlessly. They glanced at each other, whispering.

"You first. We'll go after..."

Stab!

Bayonet to the heart. Hated the name anyway. Place was chaos with POW processing—no one noticed.

(Eek! Spare me! I've got little siblings ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and old parents back home!)

After gutting his buddies, the female POW stripped naked, flattened prone in doggy pose. No clue what she said, but the pose screamed "I love doggy."

"Nice firm ass."

I smacked her cheeks and went to town. Like with Lieutenant Haruna, POW pussy hits different from whores'. Knowing loose grip means death, she sucked my shaft desperately—exquisite.

(Hnngh! Ahh! Why does this invader's cock feel... so good!?)

No Kyrria, but I got that. Admiration for my killer dick, surely. Sex is the universal language.

"Spread that pussy, you Uphem avenger! Birth back the ones you killed!"

I gleefully smacked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her ass, pistoning away. Her asshole twitching was hilarious.

Blasted four loads into her. Feeling generous, I let her go—released into the jungle so others couldn't claim her.

Gave her some clothes and rations. Luck permitting, she'll survive.

(I'll never forget this humiliation! I'll have my revenge!)

"Haha! No need to thank me. Call it pussy payment."

The POW gave me a fiery "thanks" and vanished into the jungle. Gotta live kindly, after all.