Dark Moon
“…….”
“…….”
We quietly took in each other’s naked bodies.
That was when we heard movement from the bathhouse entrance. Not one person—at least five. The color drained from both my face and No. 212’s.
“Y-you said you reserved the place,” I whispered as low as I could.
“I-I did. I told them I’d be using it today and even asked for their understanding… I have no idea why they’re coming in.”
Flustered, No. 212 rolled her eyes and shifted her body this way and that. For a moment, the sway of her full breasts stole my attention completely.
“Magic—should we hide with magic?! We can use a camouflage spell!”
“Calm down, No. 212. Using magic is the worst move we could make. Did you forget they’re mages on our level? They’d notice instantly.”
“You’re right… then what else…”
Her voice trailed off as she sank into thought.
At least we had time to react. It would take them about a minute to strip in the changing room and come inside.
No magic. Hide in a corner—that’s the only option. With No. 212 cooperating, we should be able to stay out of sight.
I met the eyes of a No. 212 who had recovered her composure. Instinctively, I knew she had arrived at the same plan.
“No. 211. Clothes first.”
Thud.
The bathhouse door swung open and women poured in. Every one of them was still dressed.
My mouth fell open as I stared at the entrance in blank despair. At least five? What a joke. Sixteen women came through. Including No. 212, that made seventeen—every single female cadet in our class. No. 31 was among them.
“G-girls, this is—!”
No. 212 panicked and stepped in front of me. Her ass was right in my face. I looked at it and thought calmly.
Brig time? No—this unit doesn’t hand out pointless punishments like that. We’ll get combat duty instead of a formal reprimand. Guaranteed we’ll be grinding ourselves to death in a contaminated zone.
While I was already thinking ahead, the women closed in and formed a ring around us. I reached late for the clothes I’d set aside, but—
No. 26, a black bob with a sword scar across her right cheek, snatched my clothes first and tossed them aside.
Then No. 166, pink hair in braids, looked at me and No. 212 with a wicked little smile.
“So you really were having fun with No. 211, huh? No. 212. Did you forget this is our girls-only space?”
“No. 166, this is… I mean…”
Caught red-handed, No. 212 stammered. There wasn’t much room for excuses when you’d been found on the spot.
A long-haired woman stepped forward. Soft-spoken, she had the biggest chest among the female cadets—No. 99. I called her Mama in my head. Between the gentle air she carried and her habit of looking after people, she gave off a strong maternal vibe.
“Relax, No. 212. We have no intention of reporting you and No. 211 to the instructors. We’re not here to scold you either. Young men and women rubbing up against each other is a perfectly natural thing.”
“No. 166… then why did all of you show up together?”
Someone cut in before No. 166 could answer. Blonde, flat as a board—No. 99.
“Curiosity. We were talking about how you two would probably be doing it in the bathhouse, and… we got so curious we just came.”
“For a reason that small?!”
“No. 212. You know how it is. We’re bored out of our minds. Events like this almost never happen.”
No. 99 chuckled and looked me over—more precisely, she was staring at my cock. And not just her. Every woman present had eyes full of interest locked on that part of me. My cock stood stiff and fully hard under their gazes.
I couldn’t really blame them.
We were all trapped in this unit. We could watch TV, but no computers. Almost no outlet for desire. A situation like this was more than enough to set them off.
Even No. 31 was pretending not to look while keeping her eyes fixed this way.
“We’ll just watch. Right, girls?”
No. 166 said it with a soft smile.
“Yeah. Just watching.”
“Keep going.”
“We’re classmates. Good things should be shared.”
They grinned. There was even a strange edge of mania in the scene that made No. 212 flinch.
“Y-you’re insane.”
“Not going to? Then can I?”
A white-haired woman with copper-toned skin stepped forward. No. 52, the one who loved working out.
“W-what?!”
“Honestly, I’ve been curious about sex.”
“…Do you like No. 211?”
“It’s not like that. You don’t have to be in love to have sex, right? And as a man, No. 211 is plenty attractive.”
No. 52 casually peeled off her top and tossed it. I wasn’t the only one startled—the women around us jumped too.
“No! This can’t happen! At the very least—at the very least, I’m going first!”
No. 212 shouted.
I blinked. What had she just said? Going first?
A certain possibility surfaced. The women, No. 211 included, were close—close enough that calling them family wouldn’t be strange. In this hellhole, they’d leaned on each other to survive. If some kind of conversation had already passed between them…
…Or I might be overthinking it. Flustered No. 212 could have just misspoken.
I finally opened my mouth.
“Girls. Let’s all calm down first—”
“No, No. 211. Stay put. You want to do it with No. 212 too, don’t you?”
“In this situation, what—”
“You got hard and now you’re denying it? Nobody’s buying that.”
Hit square in the truth, I shut my mouth.
No. 212 gripped my shoulders and pushed. She sat me on the floor, then stood over me with her legs spread. She really meant to have sex right here.
“Stay still, No. 211. Sex is nothing.”
She lowered her hips. Her pussy touched the tip of my cock. It opened, and her hymen tore. Red blood ran down my shaft in a thin trail.
“Ah—aaaaah…!”
She sank all the way down with a cry that was half scream, half moan. She trembled hard, clutching my shoulders—but the noise around us was louder still.
“That huge thing actually went in…”
“So that’s sex. Seeing it for real is way more fascinating.”
“No. 212. Does it feel good?”
Her waist began to move slowly. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she spoke.
“It hurts. It hurts, but… it feels good…. Hnnh.”
I wrapped my right arm around her waist and kneaded her swaying breasts with my left hand, burying my face against her neck.
“Aang, ahn! Hahk… ahn. It feels good…. Touch my chest more…!”
Her hips sped up.
Slap. Slap.
The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, layered over our ragged breathing.
“Hah—haang… haaahn…!”
She clung tight and shuddered. I buried my face in her full breasts and came. Strength left her body. She leaned against me, catching her breath, while I quietly stroked her waist.
“…….”
The watching women had gone quiet too. Only their eyes glittered with an almost oppressive intensity.
No. 212 rested in my arms for about three minutes before she rose. My half-soft cock slipped free of her, thick with semen, love juices, and virgin blood.
“Haa. That felt good.”
She delivered the verdict in a languid voice. The moment she stepped back, the others closed in.
Copper-skinned No. 52 dunked my cock into a basin of water and washed it with careful, kneading fingers.
No. 99, already undressed, sat demurely at my right and presented her enormous breasts. At the tips of those massive mounds were pink inverted nipples. She rubbed those heavy breasts against my body.
“…No. 166. You don’t have to force yourself.”
“Force myself? Nobody here is forcing anything. I want to have sex with you too.”
“Why?”
“…You saved me last time. You didn’t give up on me—you helped me—and that’s why I’m still alive. Everything about me being here is thanks to you.”
“That’s just what a comrade is supposed to do.”
“Easy to say. Not just anyone can actually do it. And it’s not only that.”
No. 166 leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t refuse—I took the kiss.
“Oh-ho. It’s hard again. Then I’m starting…!”
No. 52, still handling my cock, dropped her hips and took me into her pussy. I felt her hymen tear as her walls clamped down hard. Maybe it was all the exercise she did—pure squeeze, she was tighter than No. 212.
“Wait. Me too.”
“No. 166 isn’t the only one No. 211 has helped. Honestly, among our classmates, people who haven’t been helped by him are rare.”
“Yeah. I’m fine having sex with No. 211.”
Naked women approached. Not all of them—about seven. The rest watched with shining eyes.
Seven was more than enough. The smell and feel of women made my head spin. I looked for No. 212 with eyes that begged for help. She was sitting on the floor, smiling sweetly.
“No. 211. Give it up. Even I can’t stop them now.”
I took four virginities that day. The rest never got their turn—roll call was getting close, and my cock had hit its limit. Completely drained, I staggered back into the barracks.
“No. 211. Where the hell have you been?”
A big-framed man with a right eye that drifted—No. 202—called out to me.
“Uh, just the bathroom for a bit…. Something up?”
“No. Nothing major. No. 88 said that on the next mission, the guys should…”
No. 202 checked the room, then dropped his voice.
“Go to that place.”
“That place?”
“The brothel.”
“…Ah. The brothel. And you’re going too?”
No. 202 had always been the serious type, the kind who looked like he had zero interest in women. Back in the day, he and I had even fought quite a bit.
“Apparently a soldier who dies a virgin gets mocked for it. Figured I’d take this chance to get rid of mine.”
“Ah. Right. I’m good.”
“What? …Don’t tell me. Are you gay?”
“Don’t talk shit. There’s a line between a joke and something you shouldn’t say.”
“…Sorry. Was it that bad?”
I shook my head. Then something occurred to me.
“Right. No. 202. You liked No. 166, didn’t you?”
“…I like No. 166? What kind of nonsense is that.”
He said it firmly. He couldn’t hide the face that had gone bright red. No. 202 had a crush on No. 166.
“…Sorry.”
“Why are you suddenly apologizing?”
“No reason. Just… something. The women will be back later. Let’s get ready for roll call first.”