Covert Pleasures
Psssssshh—!
With a soft hiss of venting pressure, the transparent canopies of the medical capsules slid open in unison.
"Mmh…"
Seria was the first to open her eyes. She sat up slowly and stretched her limbs, marveling at how the crushing exhaustion and nagging bruises that had plagued her whole body had vanished without a trace. In fact, she felt lighter than air, filled with a vitality so refreshing it coaxed an involuntary gasp of admiration from her lips.
"Incredible… My body hasn't felt this light in years."
Awakening in the adjacent pods, Lili and Kaila sat up with wide, disbelieving eyes, checking their arms and shoulders in equal astonishment.
The three women rose and began slipping back into the freshly laundered Dien Fleet uniforms set aside for them. But the moment Seria put on her undergarments and pulled the crisp, stiff fabric of the uniform shirt over her shoulders, her movements froze.
"…Ngh?!"
Seria instinctively hunched her shoulders, her hands clutching at her chest.
The split-second graze of the cloth against her nipples sent a sharp, electric jolt arcing straight down her spine and flashing through her brain. It was a sensation so intensely sweet, so perversely electrifying, that it stole the breath right out of her lungs.
"L-Lady Seria? Is something the matter?"
"N-No, it's nothing. Just…"
Seria shook her head hastily, but a furious crimson blush had already surged across her cheeks and neck. Yet she was far from the only one behaving strangely.
"Hngh…!"
"Ah, ahn…"
Beside her, Lili and Kaila twisted their shoulders as if in synchronized agony, their faces turning just as scarlet. The faint friction of underwear and fabric—something they had never spared a single thought for in all their years of service—now struck their nerve endings with intolerable, overwhelming intensity.
What in the world… is wrong with my body…?
Bewildered and flushed, the three exchanged awkward, hesitant glances before stepping timidly out of the capsule chamber.
Waiting for them in the corridor was Geon, dressed comfortably in civilian clothes and wearing an easy, relaxed smile.
"How are you feeling? Did the treatment refresh you?"
"Y-Yes! Thanks to you, Mr. Geon, all our fatigue is completely gone."
Seria forced herself to answer with composed dignity, but her thighs trembled faintly beneath her trousers. Every step she took caused the inner lining of her uniform to scrape across her pert nipples, sending waves of tingling, dizzying stimulation shooting up her core.
Watching the three officers squirming and crossing their legs in subtle agony, Geon inwardly cheered with delight.
Dark, you magnificent bastard. You tuned them to absolute perfection.
On the outside, however, Geon maintained an expression of consummate warmth and harmless gentility.
"Well, since you're fully recovered and probably a little bored, how about I give you a brief tour of the Dien Fleet's interior? Follow me."
As Geon turned and led the way, the three women followed behind with awkward, labored strides, desperate to minimize the agonizing friction against their chests.
Their brief journey brought them to the very heart of the dreadnought: the Main Bridge.
"Good heavens…!"
"This is… completely automated?!"
Dozens of holographic displays floated in midair, processing real-time interstellar data across entire star clusters. Sleek, silent AI drones drifted through the air on maintenance routes, managing every operational sector of the vessel without a single human hand in sight. It was an overwhelming display of sheer technological supremacy—something far beyond anything the Alliance could even conceive.
Yet even surrounded by such breathtaking wonders, the three women could not focus their minds on the scenery.
Haa, ah… God, please… I'm going crazy…
Seria bit her bottom lip, panting shallowly. Every step felt as if firecrackers were snapping directly against the tips of her breasts. Cold sweat trickled down her spine from the sheer effort of keeping her balance, and a heavy, throbbing ache pooled deep in her lower belly.
"U-Um, Mr. Geon… our bodies are feeling a bit… Ah!"
Pushed beyond her limit, Seria's knees buckled, and she tumbled forward.
In an instant, Geon closed the distance and caught her, wrapping a firm arm around her slender waist and shoulder.
"Careful now, Lady Seria."
"Hnnh…! Ah, aaah…!"
The collision of her chest against Geon's firm torso crushed her sensitized nipples flat against him. The resulting burst of pure, unadulterated pleasure was almost violent. Before she could stop herself, Seria gripped his lapels and let out a breathless, coquettish moan.
Geon put on an expression of deep concern, his gaze earnest and attentive.
"Your face is burning up. Are you unwell? Your gait looked somewhat unsteady earlier, too."
"N-No, that isn't it! It's just… we've never used such advanced medical pods before, so… there must be some sort of aftereffect that made my senses overly sensitive…"
Still resting in Geon's arms, Seria buried her face against his shoulder in utter humiliation. Standing behind them, Lili and Kaila crossed their legs and nodded furiously, their faces flushed bright red in agreement.
"An aftereffect, you say…?"
Geon subtly tightened his grip around Seria's waist, whispering with gentle reassurance into her ear.
"Don't worry. It's likely just a temporary hyper-reaction of your nervous system adjusting to an unfamiliar cellular treatment. A good night's rest should have you fully acclimatized by tomorrow."
"Y-Yes… of course…"
Seria managed to pull herself away from his chest, taking ragged breaths and nodding meekly. Watching her struggle to compose herself, the corners of Geon's mouth curled upward in a faint, predatory smirk.
"Let's not push yourselves any further today. Go back to your quarters and get some rest. We'll see each other in the morning."
Returning to their respective rooms, the three women collapsed onto their beds as if fleeing from a battlefield.
"Haah… haah… What on earth is happening to me…?"
Seria frantically unbuttoned her uniform and tore the shirt off. The cool air brushing against her bare skin finally brought a measure of relief to the excruciating sensitivity. Brushing back sweat-drenched strands of hair from her brow, she glanced at the digital clock on the bedside stand.
The time read 21:58.
Right… Just like Mr. Geon said… after a good night's sleep, I'll be back to normal…
Seria buried her face into the plush pillow and slowly shut her eyes. Even the profound grief of losing her father and her squadron had been eclipsed by the bizarre, maddening sensations that had tortured her flesh all day long.
Tick. Tick.
In the silence of the room, the numbers on the wall-mounted chronometer clicked forward with cold indifference.
[ 21 : 59 : 58 ]
[ 21 : 59 : 59 ]
[ 22 : 00 : 00 ]
Beep.
Precisely 22:00.
With a faint mechanical chime, the room's illumination dimmed to a soft, ambient glow.
At that exact moment, the eyelids Seria had just closed snapped open—her pupils entirely dilated, their focus dissolved into a hollow, dreamy haze.
The hypnotic protocol, etched into the deepest pathways of her brain by the capsule's sensory visor and spacetime resonance waves, had engaged in full.
"……"
Without a word, Seria rose from the bed. Completely naked, without a stitch of clothing covering her porcelain skin, she opened her door and stepped into the hallway without a shred of hesitation.
The doors to the neighboring rooms glided open simultaneously, and Lili and Kaila emerged with identical vacant stares.
The destination of their silent footsteps was singular and absolute.
Geon's Private Quarters.
Swish—
The automated doors to Geon's private lounge parted smoothly.
Leaning back on an opulent leather sofa in the center of the room, Geon greeted them with a leisurely, knowing smile.
"Punctual as ever. Excellent."
The moment his voice registered, all three women sank gracefully to their knees upon the carpeted floor as if driven by a shared reflex.
Bared in their natural, unclad state.
Hollow, dilated eyes devoid of shame or modesty.
The rational, dignified officers of the Iron Blood 3rd Fleet had vanished, replaced by empty vessels awaiting instruction.
Seria was the first to crawl forward, nuzzling her cheek submissively against the top of Geon's foot before speaking in a syrupy, breathless cadence.
"Master… Your bitch Seria has arrived at your summons."
"Lili is here as well, Master…"
"Kaila has come… to bring Master pleasure…"
Hearing their unhesitating, blind oaths of total submission, Geon let out an appreciative chuckle.
"Ha. Dark, you brilliant bastard… Your tech never fails to amaze."
Their conscious minds were submerged in a state of restorative deep sleep, yet their physical bodies and vocal centers had been conditioned to respond solely to their commander's whims.
Geon leaned forward from the sofa, gently catching Seria's chin between his fingers to tilt her face upward.
"Seria. You seemed to have a rough time walking around today. How do you feel now?"
"Haah… Thanks to the gracious sensations Master gave me… my whole body felt as if it were melting away…"
A gust of hot, sweet breath spilled from Seria's parted lips.
"Is that so? Let's see just how sensitive you've become."
Geon reached down toward Seria's chest. Catching one of her turgid, rose-tinted nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he gave it a slow, deliberate twist.
"Ahn—! Hnnh, aaahhh…!"
It was barely more than a light pinch, yet Seria's spine arched like a drawn bow as a wanton shriek ripped through her throat. The cellular nerve rewiring performed in the capsule yielded results far beyond normal human biology.
"Ngh… haah… M-Master… It feels so, so good…"
Tears welled in the corners of Seria's eyes as she gazed up at him with begging, desperate devotion, panting wildly.
Kneeling beside her, Lili and Kaila squirmed, crossing their thighs and letting out hot, labored gasps as though they were experiencing her sensations by proxy.
"Master… Please touch Lili too…"
"Kaila needs… Master's touch as well… Ahn…"
Watching the three proud officers rub themselves against his knees like eager pups begging for affection, Geon stroked Lili's and Kaila's hair in turn, his smile widening.
"No need to rush. The night is long."
With a light snap of his fingers, the room's illumination shifted into a dim, sultry crimson.
"Now then, let's find out which of you is the most obedient bitch. Come closer to me, all three of you."
"Yes, Master…!"
"Ah, thank you, Master…"
Crawling across the plush carpet on all fours, the three women gathered tightly before his knees.
"Let's begin your first lesson."
Leaning back into the leather cushions, Geon undid his trousers and freed his throbbing, fully erect member. The heavy, formidable shaft sprang into the open, causing the eyes of the three women to tremble with intense lust and primal craving.
Geon looked down over them and delivered his command in a low, measured baritone.
"Tonight, I'll teach you how to bring out your own pleasure. Cup your breasts with both hands."
"Yes, Master…"
Seria, Lili, and Kaila raised their hands as if entranced, cradling the fullness of their breasts.
"First, rub around the areolas, pressing down firmly. Then take the tips between your fingers and pull on them until they stretch. Keep repeating that and bring yourselves to climax."
The moment the order fell, the three women began frantically manipulating their own flesh without a second of hesitation.
"Ha-ahn…! Ngh, aah…!"
"Hah…! Th-The stimulation… It's too much, Master…!"
With their micro-nerves tuned to an unnatural extreme, self-stimulation was brutally potent. Every time Seria compressed her nipples, shudders of raw electricity tore down her back, making her hips writhe uncontrollably. Lili and Kaila let out lewd, broken cries with every tug and twist of their fingertips.
"Ngh…! I'm coming, I'm coming…! Master, Seria is cumming…!"
Seria's torso bucked violently as she reached the peak first, a copious spray of slick nectar erupting from between her pale thighs to drench the carpet. Seconds later, Lili and Kaila began shuddering uncontrollably, tumbling into shattering, simultaneous climaxes of their own.
Stroking himself while watching three stunning women writhe in delirium on the floor before him, Geon found the surge of visual and psychological stimulation impossible to hold back. Overwhelmed by an intoxicating rush he hadn't tasted in an eternity, he released his hold and let fly a heavy, pulsing eruption.
Splat, splat—!
His thick seed scattered across their upturned faces, coated their trembling breasts, and splattered messily over the carpet before the sofa.
"Haah… haah…"
Catching his breath, Geon looked down at the dazed, semen-streaked women and issued his next cold directive.
"Time to clean my cock. Stick your tongues out and lick it spotless. When you're done, lick up every drop of my seed and your juices off the floor."
"Yes… Master…!"
As if engaged in a desperate contest, the three scrambled forward to wrap their soft tongues around his shaft, eagerly lapping away every trace of fluid until the glans gleamed cleanly. Once finished, they dropped to the floor and began diligently licking the carpet, consuming every drop of his release and their own nectar.
Fastening his trousers as the post-coital calm settled in, Geon looked down at the three submissive figures with satisfaction.
"Good work. I'll be playing with you like this every night, so make sure you look forward to it."
"Ahn… Thank you, Master…"
"Leaving the door wide open every time isn't very secure, though. From now on, you'll need the proper credentials to enter this room."
Geon snapped his fingers toward the ceiling. From its perch near the wall, the eagle-shaped chassis of Dark detached and glided smoothly down toward him.
"You summoned me, Commander?"
"Dark. Register these bitches for voice and biometric access to my private quarters."
"Understood. Initializing security registration protocols."
Dark hovered over the three women kneeling on the floor, its metallic wings beating with a soft hum as its clinical synthesized voice filled the room.
"Commencing voice-pattern registration. Please state your designated recognition keywords."
In turn, the three answered without missing a beat.
"Master's bitch Seria."
"Master's bitch Lili."
"Master's bitch Kaila."
Dark's crimson optical sensors flared brightly.
"Voice patterns stored. Proceeding to biometric fingerprint acquisition."
Hearing this, Geon chuckled from the couch and added a quick amendment.
"Ah, Dark. Don't use their fingers. Register the patterns of their nipples instead."
"Command confirmed. Initiating biometric nipple pattern scan."
Thin, crimson laser beams projected from Dark's robotic eyes, systematically sweeping over the swollen, glistening nipples of Seria, Lili, and Kaila to capture intricate topographical data.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
> Biometric scan complete.
> Nipple dermal patterns registered as primary clearance credentials for Commander's Private Quarters.
"Scan complete. Nipple biometric patterns have been fully integrated into the private quarters access protocol."
"Good job, Dark."
Geon nodded in satisfaction, then gestured toward the three women still staring up at him with unblinking, submissive adoration.
"That concludes tonight's lesson. Return to your rooms and get some sleep."
"Yes… Master. Thank you for granting us your night…"
"On your way out, test the sensor beside the door using your new credentials. One at a time."
Rising on trembling legs, the three padded over to the exit. Seria approached the wall panel first, vocalizing her keyword before pressing her bare breast firmly against the glass interface.
"Master's bitch Seria."
Whirrr—
With an affirmative chime, the pneumatic door glided aside. Following Seria's lead, Lili and Kaila pressed their chests against the scanner in turn, each passing through into the quiet corridor.
Swish—
Once Kaila cleared the threshold, the blast doors sealed shut behind them, leaving the private quarters wrapped in deep silence—broken only by the faint, lingering scent of spent lust.