Chapter 284: Blazing Flames of the Battlefield[R-18] (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 284: Blazing Flames of the Battlefield[R-18] (2)
It had already been a week since I entered the world of Blazing Flames of the Battlefield.
Every day, I woke up at the same time and ran laps around the same training grounds.
My body was in such good shape that most of the training felt like a light warm-up.
‘Hmm, but if this keeps up, won’t I end up in the infantry?’
I took off my field cap, dusted it off, and muttered to myself.
This training center was, from any angle, a facility for raising ground troops.
Ground maneuvers, basic combat skills, equipment operation, survival techniques… and the problem was, this was the Earth Federation military.
‘…Which is the opposing faction to the protagonist Oh Hyun’s Independent Colonial Alliance, Arsenos.’
Fragmented memories, hazy in my mind, began to surface.
‘…Ah, now that I think about it, Oh Hyun didn't belong to any faction in the beginning.’
The memory was faint, but certain.
The time period I’d been dropped into was clearly the early part of the original story. But I had no idea what day it was, whether Oh Hyun had already appeared, or if his relationships with the heroines had even begun.
Suddenly, my mouth felt dry.
I turned my head slightly and looked at the bear-like guy standing a few meters away, nervously watching me.
He was the same guy who’d acted cocky a few days ago, bumping my shoulder.
After getting the shit beaten out of him when the instructors weren’t around, he now avoided my gaze or held his breath whenever he saw me. He’d reached a point where he moved automatically at a single word from me.
I opened my mouth, my voice devoid of emotion.
“Water.”
The guy flinched, his head snapping up. He approached cautiously, muffling the sound of his combat boots.
“H-here…”
Without extending my hand, I just stared into his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then held out the canteen with both hands, bowing slightly to present it to me.
I reached out and took it. I twisted the cap off and took a swig.
The water was tainted with the distinct, stale taste of metal and the smell of purified groundwater.
“What was your name again?”
“…J-Jung Min-ho… 6238.”
“Right. Try to do a good job.”
I said nonchalantly as I handed the canteen back. A few other trainees who had been quietly watching from the sidelines subtly lowered their heads or turned away to avoid my gaze.
‘Hmm… What should I do?’
I sat leaning against a wall, dusting off the dirt from the soles of my boots as I sank into thought.
‘I need to get out of here, but the problem is, I don’t know enough to make a move.’
This was a training facility belonging to the Earth Federation.
To get to the Independent Colonial Alliance, Arsenos, I absolutely had to get off this planet and into space. But in my current situation, that was a pipe dream.
Right now, I was just ‘Trainee 6974.’
A disposable grunt who couldn’t even step outside the walls without a weapon or a direct order.
‘First goal: switch my specialization from infantry to pilot.’
Normally, that would be impossible.
Forget switching specializations; most of the trainees here were cannon fodder, destined to be shipped straight to the front lines after two months of training.
However, there was one condition that could create an exception.
‘The company commander is a woman… and a rather beautiful one at that.’
To secure a pilot position, one needed a recommendation from a high-ranking officer, a personal interview, or a ‘direct assignment’ from a superior.
And that superior was young, beautiful, and rumored to be the daughter of a high-ranking general.
‘My traits may be gone… but the techniques I’ve honed, my cock size, and my stamina are still the same.’
I lifted my head and looked toward the command building in the distance.
“Alright, then… shall I start by requesting an interview after today’s training?”
*
After training ended, I requested an interview with the drill instructor.
Through official channels, of course. Politely, with a disciplined attitude. But all I got in return was a cold stare and a single, irritated sentence.
“What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull now, 6974?”
“It’s just… a request for a brief interview.”
“Cut the crap and get back in line. Or do you want a trip to the guardhouse?”
That day, my request didn’t even get passed on. The drill instructor had no intention of listening to me from the start.
I slowly turned my head and made sure to remember his face.
‘Tsk… I’ll remember you.’
Several more days passed. The training was repetitive.
Wake up, run, shoot, assemble, roll call.
In this rigid routine, there was no personal freedom, no room for plans, no choices.
And most importantly, there was almost no chance to see the company commander in person.
She rarely showed her face on the training grounds. She was a phantom-like presence, holed up in the command building, dealing only with paperwork and communications.
The trainees still hadn't even gotten a proper look at her face.
Everyone was being trained like machines, moving only to the shouts and orders of the drill instructors. There was nothing I could do.
‘I’m starting to get pissed off. Should I just wreck the place?’
I seriously considered it.
A scenario where I use my overwhelming strength to lay waste to the training grounds right now, steal a mobile weapon, and make a run for it.
It was definitely possible.
My physical abilities were still far beyond human limits.
But I quickly shook my head.
‘…No. Be patient. I haven’t even gotten the feel for piloting a mobile weapon yet. If I move rashly, I’ll die without even being able to control it properly.’
This world wasn’t a simple fantasy. Tactics, machinery, space warfare, fleets—everything was interlocked like a system.
I sat back down, but the feeling of being constantly suppressed didn’t go away.
The suffocating air, the immobile body, the reality of being trapped by cold regulations.
And I wanted to fuck, desperately.
‘Ha… I can’t let myself get stressed out like this.’
I slowly raised my head and scanned the female trainees in the same barracks.
Most of them were so hideous it hurt to look, but among them were a few with ‘passable’ faces and figures.
‘…This one’s not bad.’
Timid eyes. A short bob, tied back messily.
And the skin hidden beneath her training uniform. One of them must have felt my gaze, because our eyes met for a moment.
I didn’t say a word, but she flinched, her shoulders tensing as she lowered her head.
‘She looks easy to fuck.’
Reading someone’s psyche with just a look was now second nature to me.
She was timid, sensitive to others’ moods, and had low self-esteem.
The type who, in a closed environment like this, would easily be swayed, broken, and cling to anyone who offered her a shoulder to lean on.
I could feel it just by looking into her eyes.
And as luck would have it, she and I were assigned to the night watch at the guard post together today.
‘Perfect.’
Lying quietly on my sleeping bag, I stared at the ceiling and smiled faintly.
*
The time to wake up for night duty was 01:10.
I quietly rose from my bunk, put on my uniform, and went outside.
The female trainee followed me out. Her short hair was tied back neatly, and she walked in silence.
Her eyes were trembling, but her lips were pressed firmly together.
“Make sure you know the countersign, and don’t fall asleep at your post.”
The duty officer said with a yawn.
His eyes were half-closed, and he rubbed the sleep from them with his hand as he added carelessly, “And respond properly.”
“Understood.”
I answered curtly first, and she followed in a small, almost whispering voice.
“…Understood.”
Our designated patrol area was behind a small supply depot outside the bivouac. Structurally, it was a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, and the duty officer only checked the post once before heading back.
There was even a rumor among the trainees that if you were lucky, you could sneak a cigarette while on watch there.
A quiet space.
A structure where it would be just the two of us.
We headed to the guard post, our faces blank.
After reporting in and taking our positions, she turned her head slightly for the first time.
“Um… we have to report the start of our shift…”
A timid voice.
Only then did I remember I had forgotten that procedure.
I stared at her and answered curtly.
“You do it.”
Her eyes widened.
“Eh… me…?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“No…”
She reported while glancing nervously at me.
“Guard Post 3-A, 6974, 3182, all clear.”
I let out a small chuckle. She seemed to notice it and lowered her head even further.
“What’s your name?”
She hesitated for a moment. In that awkward silence, I watched her profile.
“…Sakurai, Hina.”
“Sakurai Hina?”
I repeated quietly, smiling.
It was a cute name. The kind of quiet, good girl who seemed like she would tack on ‘I’m sorry’ to the end of every sentence and accept any request with a soft, “…Yes.”
“Alright, Hina. I’m Jin Seo-yun.”
As I slowly said her name, her shoulders flinched slightly.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me. It was the first time our gazes had truly met.
“How did you end up in the army?”
She blinked for a moment, then lowered her head slightly and answered quietly.
“Well… my family… fell on hard times…”
She bit her lip and continued.
“They said you get paid a lot if you join the military… I thought I could at least help with my parents’ living expenses…”
I watched her without a word.
No pity on my face, no words of comfort.
Hina seemed embarrassed for having brought it up herself. She hunched her shoulders, her tense fingertips wrapping around her own arm.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
I said.
It was a short sentence, but it seemed to reach her. Hina lifted her head and looked at me.
Her eyes were trembling.
“…I’ve never been told that before.”
She muttered quietly, then pressed her lips together as if ashamed of what she’d just said.
I moved a little closer to her. At that moment, Hina spoke in a small whisper.
“…Um… aren’t you a little too close…?”
I tilted my head slightly and asked in a leisurely tone.
“Why, you don’t like me being close?”
“N-no… that’s… not it…”
Her voice trailed off as she lowered her head. Her eyes darted around nervously, and her tense fingers clutched the sleeve of her uniform.
Without breaking my gaze, I asked again.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“…No.”
A short, quiet answer. Then, silence.
In that gap, I threw my final question.
“Then what about me?”
“Eh…?”
Her eyes widened. Flustered, she stole glances at my face, her own turning red.
It was cute.
Innocent, a little anxious, but unable to run away.
I smiled and slowly put my arm around her shoulder.
“If you don’t like it, just say so. I’ll take it off.”
But she didn’t say anything. She just trembled slightly and lowered her head.
“…Um… this is… a violation of military sexual conduct…”
“So are you going to report me?”
She looked up in surprise. And she couldn’t answer.
“It’s not that you don’t like it, you’re just worried about the rules, right?”
“…Well…”
Hina’s voice trailed off. She bit her lip, avoiding my gaze and clenching her fists.
As my hand slowly moved down toward her chest, she let out a gasp.
“Hhng…!”
A small tremor.
She flinched and tried to pull back, but I held her shoulder gently in place.
“Oh, Hina’s tits… they’re surprisingly big and soft, aren’t they?”
The soft texture I felt through my fingers. Even though I was touching her through her underwear and uniform, the full volume inside was satisfying.
“N-no… we’re at a guard post, and there are CCTVs…”
“It’s fine. I saw earlier, the CCTV is a little busted.”
This was true. The old camera mounted above the entrance to the post. The lens, unreplaced for a long time, was blurry with moisture and dust, and the recording light was flickering.
“S-still… you never know… you really can’t do this…”
I chuckled and brought my lips close to her ear.
“I told you to refuse if you don’t want it.”
I didn’t ask again. Instead, I lifted her top slightly, exposing the nipple that had hardened over her bra.
A small, pink nipple peeked out from the gap in her uniform.
I kissed it. The moment I did, Hina let out a suppressed moan.
“Hh… Ah… Nooo…”
But I took her breast in my mouth, rolling my tongue over her nipple as I whispered.
“Why not? You’re already this hard.”
Sucking on her nipple, my other hand moved toward her lower abdomen.
My fingertips slipped inside her uniform pants and began to grope the skin beneath her panties. Just a little stimulation was enough to make her wet.
A moist heat.
“Hina, can my finger go inside your pussy?”
“…Don’t… don’t really ask things like that…”
“Is that a no, or a yes?”
“……”
At her non-response, I smiled and pushed my finger inside her pussy.
Squelch…
Hot fluid enveloped my finger. A sticky, sweet interior.
This was a state she could no longer deny with words.
“What’s this, your pussy is fucking soaked. And you’re still trying to refuse?”
“Hnngh… No… I can’t… I really… can’t…”
I swirled my finger inside her, then pushed my middle finger in deep.
“Heek…!”
She glanced up at me, her eyes wide. Her expression was a mixture of shame and pleasure, fear and desire.
“Hina. Is it okay if I pop your cherry with my cock?”
I lowered my pants and took out my cock. Pulling my uniform down to my waist, I pressed the hot head against the entrance of her vagina.
She gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
“Th-that’s… really… it looks really… big…”
“Yeah, I’m a bit big. I’m putting it in now.”
Without waiting for an answer, I slowly pushed the tip of my cock inside.
“Hieeek…! No… don’t come in… please… Aaaah…!”
But it was too late. My cock had already begun to force its way down that narrow, hot path.