Chapter 675
Chapter 675
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 675
Chapter Title: Vanguard - Alien Invasion
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Jenna lay on the bed, her half-lidded eyes fluttering as she let out a moan, her body twitching in spasms. Her face was flushed with ecstasy, saliva dripping from her slack mouth.
After stepping out of the shower, I felt my cock hardening again. My stamina was truly something else.
'I want to pin her down and go another round...'
I changed clothes and addressed Jenna's pussy.
'Pussy, how do you feel?'
-Feels so gooood!
The pussy was just as blissed out as Jenna.
'Squirt some love juice.'
"Hiiiiiik!"
Jenna arched her back, her hips bucking wildly as pussy juice squirted out in forceful spurts. It shot up two meters before splattering back down. Jenna's eyes finally fluttered shut completely—not passed out, just deep in slumber.
The pussy orgasmed on its own. Thanks to the [Voice of the Pussy] skill, but forcing an orgasm required conditions: the owner had to be at least somewhat sexually aroused first.
I eyed Jenna's swollen red pussy and issued another command.
'Expel the cum inside.'
-I don't wanna... Do I have to?
'Your sky-like husband commands it. Don't backtalk me, pussy. I'll fill you up again later, so do it.'
-Okay, honey.
The pussy clenched, and cum oozed out from between the labia, the hole itself writhing like a living creature.
'Fascinating. And hot as hell.'
-All out, honey.
'Good girl. Now that it's empty, time to refill.'
I approached the bed. I'd planned to stop here, but I was too horny. Looked like I'd squeeze in one more round.
I grabbed Jenna's knees as she slept and slid my cock into her slick, loosened pussy.
'Warm. Nice. Pussy, squeeze tighter.'
-Like this?
'Tighter.'
-Ahng. Ang! Haaaang!
'Much better.'
Her heaving chest was satisfying as I thrust, but something felt missing. I came inside once more before finally heading out of the hotel.
A sleek black luxury sedan waited outside.
As I approached, I spotted the driver: a muscular man in a suit and black sunglasses. If it had been a woman, I'd have taken shotgun, but with a guy, I slid into the back.
"Mr. S. I heard your condition isn't great."
"After doing this job so long, even self-care gets tough."
"Understood. Heading straight to HQ."
I'd planned to quit being an agent, but remembering this world was from a movie changed my mind. Staying on meant rubbing shoulders with main and supporting characters—most of the women would be beauties.
'And being an agent could help when bedding those beauties.'
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at HQ. I followed the man inside. From the outside, it looked like a mid-sized corporation.
He stopped at the elevator.
"Go to the 12th floor."
I nodded and headed up. The 12th floor held the execs' conference room.
A fat Black man beamed at me. Easily 130kg.
"You're here at last!"
His voice confirmed it—Brand. No wonder he'd saved my number as "Black Pig."
"Brand. What's the crisis? China or Russia declare war?"
"Worse. Come to the conference room first."
"Isn't this for the big shots? Can I join?"
"We need the agency's top agent for this. The higher-ups have high hopes for you."
"I told you my condition's bad."
"Please. Since Mr. A retired, no one's on your level. Agents are improving, but still far from you."
"Fine. Let's go in."
I opened the door.
The meeting was underway, but all eyes turned to me before refocusing. Most wore suits, some casual. These were this world's heroes.
Brand and I took empty seats. I scanned the documents on the table.
The contents made me nod knowingly.
'It's starting.'
American hero Lord Saber had captured Morogog, a Brakatasian who crash-landed on Earth. To survive torture, Morogog spilled the Brakatasian invasion plans.
The government mobilized heroes to stop the alien invasion. That was Project Vanguard.
'Heroes run around, but in the end, the invasion kicks off at the movie's climax.'
They unite, repel the invasion, save Earth—happy ending.
'My tasks...'
Hero support. Investigate & capture hidden aliens on Earth. Recruit heroes.
Three missions total.
I sat quietly, watching. No ideas popped up, and I knew how it'd go. But the old-timers grilled me, praising me as top agent while eyeing me nervously, scared I'd quit on the spot.
After the meeting, as I sat, someone approached.
Muscular build, light brown hair, blue eyes, cleft chin.
Hero Lord Saber.
"Mr. S. Heard you're the agency's best."
"Yeah, something like that."
"Haha. Confident."
He sat beside me. I eyed him warily. Something about him screamed gay from what I'd glimpsed online.
I wanted to bolt, but he was the protagonist. Better keep things cordial.
"I've got a favor to ask."
"Whatever it is, if it's betraying the government, no dice."
"Haha. Fun response. Nah, there's someone I need in Vanguard. That's the favor."
"Not my job."
"I need your help. Regular agents can't handle her. But the top agent? Should be doable."
Her piqued my interest.
"Why not do it yourself? You're better than me."
Lord Saber chuckled awkwardly.
"She won't listen to me. If I go, we'll fight."
"That essential?"
"With Earth in danger, we do everything we can. Her power would help."
"Now I'm curious. Who's she?"
"...Dorothy Herbin. The witch of the Underworld."
Not in the original movie. But shared universe like Agency Agent—plenty of crossovers.
"You're right, Lord Saber. We do all we can. Give me her info."
I eyed the abandoned building ahead. On the city outskirts, construction halted years ago, left to rot. Now, aliens squatted inside.
Aliens had superior physiques to humans—tough without mutations.
'Here she comes.'
A woman in a blue cape and skintight suit soared in from the sky, long blonde hair whipping behind. Cloud. Cloud-manipulator, openly heroic.
Heroes hid identities, disguised in daily life.
'She's alien too. Looks human, though.'
Cloud smashed through the roof, dropping in.
"Hey, alien pals? I'm Cloud. Here to take you in. Cooperate if you don't want pain."
Her bold voice carried. Movie opener: Cloud flexes, flattens aliens. No need for me.
'Might as well watch up close.'
I ghosted forward with Yeoncheon-style footwork, leaned against the wall, peered through an empty window.
Cloud stood center, suit hugging her curves: firm ass, slim waist, full breasts.
'Skintight shows her tits perfectly.'
D-cup teardrops, clear outline. Nipples hidden, sadly.
"Crazy bitch."
"Know where you are?"
"Drop the human act. You're just an alien lookalike."
"Came alone? You'll regret it."
Twenty aliens sauntered out, encircling her. Cloud rested hands on hips, unfazed.
"You're no match. Surrender."
Cloud was cocky.
Lame taunt, but it worked—their numbers made them bite.
"I'll chew you skin and all!"
The aliens dropped human disguises. Skin blackened, claws and tails sprouted, eyes reptilian, snouts crocodile-like. Lizardmen charged.
"I warned you."
Fierce winds swirled around Cloud, blasting the lizardmen away. Encirclement broken.
"Damn bitch!"
One rolled, lunged madly. Cloud punched coolly.
Bam!
It slammed the wall, out cold. Cloud's strength dwarfed humans'.
"That's why I said surrender. You can't win."
Lizardmen gnashed teeth, pulled hidden guns—pistols, rifles.
"Hmph."
Cloud snorted. Bullets rained; white clouds bloomed around her, stopping them cold. They clattered harmlessly.
"My turn."
She zipped through the cramped space, fists and kicks flying. Flashy: breasts jiggled with punches, ass flexed on kicks.
"Cloud! Die!"
A lizardman clawed in.
Crackle. Zzzap.
Blue lightning sparked around her, arcing out, frying lizardmen. They dropped, stunned.
Cloud wielded weather: lightning, rain, wind, snow.
"Half down now?"
She smirked atop a felled foe, confident.
'Boring as expected. Time to mess with her.'
I wanted to see her face twist.
'Cloud's pussy.'
-Yeah?
'Get wet! Cloud's pussy!'
-Get wet? Got it.
The pussy obeyed.
"Hngg?!"
Cloud faltered mid-air, crashing down. She tried standing, legs quivering uncontrollably. Wetness needed stimulation—sexual pleasure.
'Stronger reaction than expected.'