Dark Moon
I rolled my hips amid the slick, soft bodies of women. The air was thick with their lewd scent and cries of pleasure. Reach out a hand and you found a breast, a hip, an ass.
At some point I simply let go of my mind and kept thrusting, coming again and again. When I finally came back to myself, I was the only one sitting up among them. Looking around, I saw women sprawled limp throughout the bath.
How many hours has it been?
A faint headache pulsed behind my eyes as I pushed myself upright. No. 212, who had been riding me, slid off to the side.
"Mmmnh…"
A thin moan escaped her. White semen dribbled from between her thighs. The filthy sight made my cock stir all over again.
…Guess the Piagra still hasn't fully worn off.
I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to collapse right there and sleep. But lust was already rising again, driving the drowsiness away. I reached out to either side. Soft flesh met my hands. Whose cunt should I fill next? I was happily turning the question over when I noticed No. 31 sitting at the edge of the bath.
Of course she was naked too. But I had never mixed bodies with her. Among all the female cadets, she alone still kept her virginity. I forced my eyes to stay on her face. The slightest lapse and they would drop to the full, high breasts rising from her chest.
"Looks like you were having fun."
"This is…"
"You don't need to make excuses. I'm not here to judge you or them. Still not enough? Want me to help?"
No. 31 drew up her right knee. Her tightly closed pink pussy came into view, a faint dusting of purple hair above it. She pressed a slender index finger against her outer lips and pulled them apart. The pink folds opened, baring everything — a small clit, a narrow entrance. A single clear bead of arousal caught the light and glittered at her hole.
"C-can I? You've never shown any interest in sex before."
"It isn't that I had no interest. My body simply isn't mine to do with as I please. Virginity still matters a great deal to me."
I remembered that she was the bastard daughter of Duke Leltius.
In the Freesel Kingdom, virginity was not prized among ordinary citizens. But the nobles who considered themselves special took it very seriously — high nobles most of all.
"So the front is off-limits. The back, though, is fine."
The finger holding her open drifted lower and parted her cheeks. A pink, chrysanthemum-shaped anus fluttered once, inviting me.
"Y-you're sure?"
"If it's the back. And I am interested in sex, for what it's worth."
No. 31 stepped down into the bath. She dropped to her knees on the floor and pushed her ass toward me, one hand braced on the rim of the tub, the other covering her pussy. The message was clear — that part was absolutely forbidden.
Fine by me. That twitching pink hole alone was more than enough. I closed in on her like a starving hyena.
I gripped her perfectly flared hips and set my cock against her ass. Plenty of lube already coated my shaft; it would go in easily enough.
"Going in…!"
"……"
No. 31 said nothing. But she pushed her hips back a little farther. I knew what that meant. I drove hard into her ass. The resistance was fierce, yet my cock sank deep into her.
"Hnnnngh… ahhh…!"
"No. 31…! You okay?"
"I'm fine… so do whatever you want…!"
Her ass was incredibly tight. On a normal day the squeeze might have left me unable to move for the pain — but I was still jacked up on Piagra, chasing pleasure with everything I had, forcing my hips to work.
Slap. Slap.
"Nnnngh…"
She made a sound like she was enduring something. That strained moan only got me harder.
The usual No. 31 floated up in my mind. She was special, and she knew it — the proudest of all the female cadets, and beautiful in equal measure.
Above all, she was Duke Leltius's daughter.
A status that has nothing in common with a slave like me…
Power flooded into my hips.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Flesh cracked against flesh. My eyes locked on the purple hair swaying with every thrust, on the curve of her waist. The suppressed moans she forced out only wound me tighter.
Maybe twenty minutes passed before her reactions began to change.
"Hahk… hnh… aahng!"
The proud, controlled sounds were melting into sweet, open cries. Her ass had gone red from the relentless pounding, and something thicker and slicker than lube was running from her pussy.
"No. 31. How does anal feel?"
"Hnnn…! N-not bad."
"I can come inside, right? You can't get pregnant from the back anyway."
"Do as you like…!"
Slap!
I seized her hips, buried myself to the hilt, and shuddered as I emptied into her.
When I finished, I pulled free with a rough breath. My cock slid out of her ass. The hole stayed open in the shape of my shaft for a moment before slowly contracting.
I swallowed. Just looking at No. 31's ass was enough to put steel back in my cock.
Then someone wrapped their arms around me from behind. Lexy.
"Are you two the only ones having fun? I want anal too."
The other women sprawled on the floor began to stir, one by one.
"Me too."
"I didn't prep for anal… put it in my pussy."
My cock twitched. But the earlier fire was already fading. The Piagra was wearing off. The women, on the other hand, still looked hungry.
I tensed. For a moment I genuinely thought I might die tonight — cause of death: death by orgasm.
Two months passed.
Lexy had left for the 2nd Division a few weeks earlier.
The atmosphere in the 667th Unit had gone slack. Deployment was only about three months away. Instructors who used to jump on the slightest mistake now lounged around like lazy lions, and the cadets daydreamed about the leave they would get and the civilian world waiting beyond the gates.
I seemed to be the only one among them who was still taking things seriously.
In the middle of all that ease, I thought hard.
Should I give up on revenge?
Should I build a future with No. 212 and No. 31 instead? Do what No. 212 had said — serve another ten years, save money, then muster out. Ten years would be enough capital to start a business.
Staying in the military for good wasn't a bad option either. With my skill, I could climb the ranks fast.
The female cadets I had been sleeping with would scatter to different postings. But that didn't mean we would never see each other again. We could meet on leave. And in this world, polygamy was legal — multiple wives, multiple husbands, either way, so long as you had the means. We could live together if we wanted.
So…
"No. 211."
Instructor Vinous called my name. I wiped the thoughts from my head.
"Yes, Instructor Vinous."
"I have a job for you. Unofficial."
"…Unofficial mission — an assassination target, sir?"
"……"
Vinous looked around the office. He checked that the windows and door were properly shut, then fixed me with those flat, emotionless eyes.
"One week from now, you will go out on a reconnaissance mission with No. 88. Kill No. 88 as cleanly as you can. A knife across the throat would be best."
"……Sir?"
"Do not question me. This is not a joke. It is the mission you will carry out."
"……"
"After you kill No. 88, move to the ruins in the west. A man will be waiting there. Hand over the body, hunt a suitable monster, and return. No. 88 will be recorded as killed in action during a monster engagement."
So they were smuggling the corpse. Vinous had almost certainly cut a deal with another country — or a major corporation. Our bodies were valuable in more ways than one.
"No answer, No. 211. Do I need to explain the mission again?"
"…No, sir. I have the mission."
"Good. Dismissed."
"Yes, sir."
I did not talk back. I did not show doubt. I knew protest only brought pain.
And missions like this were nothing new. Assassinating civilians, running drugs — I had already done the dirty work more than once. Killing a comrade was a first, but it was nothing I couldn't do.
…Fuck.
Stay in the military for good?
I must have lost my mind for a while. We were not soldiers. We were slaves, nothing more. Happiness had made me forget that for a moment.
And Vinous would use me and the other cadets however he could. As long as he was here — as long as this damned project continued — there was no freedom.
I'll kill you, Vinous!
And I killed No. 88.
Two weeks until D-Day.
I was currently on assignment in Nerban Village, north of the Freesel Kingdom — a settlement built by miners. The population had once reached ten thousand; now it was barely five hundred.
Around Nerban stood one active iron mine and sixteen abandoned ones. That single working mine was the village's only lifeline.
And somewhere near the village, a werewolf was hiding — a werewolf that had already eaten two villagers. My mission was to put it down.
"……"
Snow was falling hard when I arrived.
Walking through the village, I felt a familiar pull. I had seen this place in the original game. After a brief look around, I headed for a ruined building on the outskirts.
The mission had been rigged. With the Masked Man's help, strings had been pulled so I would be sent here.
Crunch. Crunch.
I tramped through the accumulated snow and reached the ruin. A blond man in a suit and mask was already waiting.
"You've arrived. I've been expecting you."
"The goods?"
"You said you needed it, so I prepared it. But are you really going to use this? One wrong move and it could kill you."
"I've already made my peace with that."
I took the bottle he held out and sat on the floor. Cold climbed up through my ass. I clicked my tongue and ignored it. Cold was the least of my problems right now.
Two months ago I had pushed D-Day back by a month. I had been confident I could break through to 5-Class within three months. Researching black magic and the Dark Hole had given me leads, and I had trusted my absurd talent for magic.
I had failed.
It had been arrogance.
With only two weeks left until D-Day, I was still 4-Class. I did not have the power to kill a 5-Class like Instructor Vinous.
"Undiluted Playroad is an extremely vicious drug. There's a reason international law bans it. Ordinary people go so mad from a single sip that they'll murder their own daughters, and those with mana affinity experience severe self-destruction. So dilute it. If you die, every plan we've prepared goes up in smoke."
"Diluting Playroad defeats the point."
Pop.
I uncorked the bottle and downed the drug in one go.