Physical Condition Report

Exhausted by the day's grueling duties and a fatigue they couldn't quite name, the three women were each resting in their private quarters. Ceria lay face-down on her bed staring into nothing, Riri was quietly sorting through her maintenance tools, and Kaila had peeled off her training top and was slowing her breathing. And at the very instant the digital clocks mounted on each of their walls flipped from **** to the next number—

"Ah…."

Whatever sliver of reason remained in the three women's eyes withered away like scorched grass. With the arrival of the fixed hour of ten o'clock, the commands carved deep into their cores and the hypersensitive nerves of their nipples linked together in a surge of intensity, switching them over completely, body and instinct, into 'bitches in heat.'

Swish—

Without a single word of instruction, the three women stripped off their clothes and undergarments with mechanical precision. In not a thread of fabric, their swollen, tingling nipples standing proudly erect, they opened their doors and walked out into the corridor.

When the three naked women crossed paths in the quiet hallway of the battleship, they spared each other not so much as a glance, marching in a perfect straight line toward Geon's Private Room like sleepwalkers.

At last they stood before the door. One after another they pressed their flushed, burning nipples against the door-lock sensor, gasping out their passwords in voices stripped of all emotion.

"Master… this is bitch Ceria's… nipple… recognition…."

"Bitch Riri's… nipple recognition…."

"Bitch Kaila's… nipple recognition…."

Zap—! A fierce current surged through their nipple nerves, the lock glowed green, and the thick armored door of the Private Room slid open.

"At your service!"

The three of them, utterly naked, strode into the room in flawless unison and snapped a full salute toward Geon. Their ample breasts and shy, glistening folds were laid bare for anyone to see, yet their faces held, all at once, the perfect composure of officers and the abject obedience of bitches in heat.

Geon leaned back comfortably against the headboard and took his time surveying the three women who had stripped themselves and walked in of their own accord.

"Good. Let's begin the ten o'clock report. Duties and maintenance first."

Ceria stepped forward and delivered her report between trembling breaths.

"B-bridge control and external communications monitoring complete…!"

"Hangar repairs and supply reorganization complete…!"

"Power plant optimization finished…!"

After Riri and Kaila had finished their reports as well, Geon nodded in apparent satisfaction, then tossed out a heavy question with the lightness of a butterfly's wing.

"Your duties are excellent. But then what about the most important part—'physical maintenance'? Did any of you go into heat during the day, or dirty yourselves without permission from your captain?"

"Ugh…!"

The words had barely left his mouth before all three women flinched at once and began trembling like aspens. Their brains, imprinted with the command that Geon's every order is absolute, and orgasm or masturbation without his permission is a grave sin, had started grinding their cylinders furiously.

Memories flashed through their minds—how the ointment's side effects had made their nipples madden them with itch during the day, how they had secretly touched themselves, rubbed, and come without Geon knowing.

Ceria was the first to break. Her bare knees slammed against the floor, and clear tears wet her lashes.

"F-forgive me, Master…! Kill me…!"

"Miss Ceria? What's wrong?"

"During the day… I used the ointment you ordered me to apply as an excuse… my chest itched so terribly… so without your knowing, Master… I rubbed my nipples against the control seat and came…! Something I should only ever do before you… I did it alone, in secret… I'm sorry…!"

With Ceria's confession as the trigger, Riri and Kaila too collapsed to the floor, faces flushed as if they would burst, pressing their foreheads against the ground.

"I-I also… in the corner of the hangar, I rubbed my nipples with my fingers…! Without your permission, Master… I'm sorry for going into heat on my own…!"

"I… a bitch that belongs to you, Master… sought pleasure alone… I will accept any punishment you see fit…!"

Drowning in the guilt of having deceived their master and masturbated in secret, the three women shivered from head to toe, naked and quivering, and waited for nothing but Geon's judgment.

Geon rose silently from his seat and approached them. His shadow fell deep over the three women's hypersensitive bare chests.

"So you masturbated alone, without permission…."

Looking down at them in a languid yet utterly irresistible tone, Geon spoke.

"As punishment, you will perform nipple masturbation."

"Nngh…!"

"Right now."

The moment his command fell, the three women's hands flew to their own breasts almost reflexively. Pinching their taut, swollen pink nipples between thumbs and forefingers, they began to rub them like mad.

"Ahah! Nn, aahh…!"

"Haah, hahnn! M-Master…!"

The Private Room filled with the raucous sound of three women's ragged moans. Their nipples, their abnormal sensitivity maximized by the ointment's daytime side effects, sent bolts of pleasure shooting straight into their brains with every touch of a finger.

After several dozen minutes of this frenzied self-abuse, just as the three women's eyes began rolling white with pleasure, Geon stopped them cold.

"Don't come. Hold it."

"Hnngh?! Y-yes…!"

"Part of this punishment is your fault for touching yourselves. But it's equally my fault, as your master, for failing to train you properly. So today I'm going to train you thoroughly."

Toward the three women still gasping, unable to stop their own hands, Geon smiled a smile that was cruel in its gentleness.

"You will continue your nipple punishment, but you may only come when I order you to. If you lose control and come without permission, you will start your nipple masturbation over again immediately, without rest."

"Ah, aahh…!"

"Only once you've become completely accustomed to this sensation can you become a true bitch—one who comes to nothing but my voice and my hands. Understood? So that you can carry out your duties admirably."

"Y-yes…! As bitches… we will… complete our mission…!"

Drooling thick tears and saliva, the three women wrung and rubbed their own breasts as if to crush them. Whenever an orgasm sprayed out of them like a fountain, they were given no rest at all—instead, they seized their crackling nipples in their fingers once more and continued. Their thighs shook violently with each climax, and their arousal dripped steadily to the floor, but within the hellish shackles of pleasure they could not stop.

"Call me when you've completed your mission."

Geon turned away without a care and stretched out diagonally across the bed. Then he pulled up a large holographic screen in midair, put on an anime, and began chuckling to himself in genuine delight.

While the three women rubbed their nipples at the very edge of death and came again and again, Geon simply passed the time enjoying his show.

Eventually the darkness outside the viewport deepened, and the clock began to point toward the small hours.

Having repeated orgasm after orgasm until every drop of moisture in their bodies had run dry, and still unable to stop their fingers, the three women confessed in crawling voices.

"M-Master… the mission of enduring orgasm… until you give the order to come… complete…."

Geon, who had been snickering at his anime, rolled lazily onto his side without getting up.

"Then keep doing your nipple masturbation, just like that."

At that one sentence, the three women began furiously rubbing their nipples again without a trace of fatigue. For several dozen more minutes they gritted their teeth and endured sensations that felt like their brains were melting.

"Good. I'm going to watch one more episode. If you can hold out until it ends, that's a real mission complete."

Thirty minutes later, as the anime's end credits rolled, Geon climbed down from the bed and stood before the three women still trembling on the floor.

Their naked bodies, soaked in sweat and arousal, glistened—women who had held back their orgasms to the very last, rubbing themselves even now, waiting for a command that never came.

"You held out well. I commend a job done properly. Stop masturbating."

When the three women withdrew their hands, Geon walked first to Kaila.

"This is your reward."

Gripping Kaila's red, drenched nipples firmly between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands, he gave them a hard, snapping pull.

"AAAAAAHHH—!"

A scream-like moan tore from Kaila's throat as her body writhed and a explosive climax crashed through her. Without so much as a glance at her, Geon moved on to Riri beside her and dropped a single careless word.

"Bitch Riri. Come."

"Hyaah—?!"

With no physical contact at all—nothing but a single word, come, striking her brain—Riri's folds convulsed and, in an instant, she sprayed the juices of her climax in every direction.

Finally Geon approached Ceria. He pinched her rigidly erect nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands, lifted them, and yanked far harder and more violently than he had with Kaila.

"Bitch Ceria. Come."

"AAAAAAAHHHN—! Master! Masteeeer—!"

When the stimulation of his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands and his voice detonated at once, Ceria convulsed with an intensity beyond any comparison to the other two, her spine bowing like a drawn bow. Far more arousal than she had spewed at the control seat burst out of her, soaking the floor like a river.

While the three women lay gasping in the aftermath of their climaxes, Geon lay back down on the bed and gave a cold order.

"Your rewards are finished. Now lick every drop of what you spilled on the floor clean with your tongues, and go back to your rooms."

"Yes, ahh… yes… Master…."

Without the slightest hesitation, the three women dropped to all fours, crawled across the floor, and pressed their tongues flat to the ground. Lapping up the hot, sticky arousal they had spewed out moments before, they scrubbed the Private Room floor spotless.

When the cleaning was done, the three staggered to their feet and, still naked, snapped a full salute toward Geon.

"At your service…! Thank you… for your grace…!"

They turned, left the Private Room, returned to their own quarters, dressed themselves in underwear and uniform, lay down on their beds, and fell asleep.

The next morning.

"Ugh…."

The moment Ceria opened her eyes, she grimaced at a foul, dredged-out weariness. Every muscle in her body ached and hung heavy, as though she'd been mercilessly beaten all night. The sensation in her chest was stranger still. Her nipples were swollen and numb, as if someone had spent the night squeezing and flicking them hard—a mere brush of her collar against them sent a jolt shooting into her skull.

"What on earth…"

When Ceria threw back the covers and checked her panties, color flooded her face. The inside of her underwear was damp and stiff with the arousal she'd spilled the night before.

"Did I… have some kind of dirty dream in my sleep…?"

Ceria shook her head, pressing her burning cheeks in her hands. The strange thing was that, despite the swelling and numbness in her nipples, the maddening itch and the uncontrollable heat of the past days had subsided considerably. Thanks to Geon's nightlong forced training, her nipple sensitivity had been pressed back down into a manageable range—but Ceria herself simply reasoned that the ointment's effects must finally be kicking in properly.

After a shower, Ceria dressed neatly in her officer's uniform and stepped out of her quarters into the corridor. Just then, Riri and Kaila were emerging from the rooms across and beside hers.

"Ceria… good morning."

"Morning…."

The faces of the two women exchanging greetings were hazy with exhaustion. Kaila rolled her shoulders and gave her chest a furtive touch; Riri walked with her thighs trembling. Both of them, too, were feeling the full-body aches and chest numbness left over from the night's nipple punishment—but the only thing left in their heads was the same mortifying delusion: I must have had a dirty dream.

"You all look a bit worn out."

"Yes… I suppose I slept rather roughly yesterday. My chest and… everything, really."

"Me too. But somehow that itch in my chest that was driving me crazy is gone."

Sharing a strange bond of mutual shame, the three made their way to the capsule room before breakfast.

Meanwhile, in the Private Room—

Geon rose lazily from the bed and stretched. Into the tidied air of the bedroom glided Dark, the artificial intelligence hovering in midair.

"I am. And the three women?"

Dark projected the three women's biometric readouts onto a holographic screen—captured mid-examination inside their capsules—and posed the question.

Perched on the edge of the bed, Geon ran his indifferent eyes over the physical data Dark had called up. Then the corner of his mouth twisted upward into a sneer.

"No. Their nipple sensitivity is fine as it is."

Cracking his neck with a languid roll, he added in a cold voice:

"I've already seen everything there is to see of these women's filthy displays, after all. Tonight I'm going to ravish them every last way and be done with them."

"Right. Don't touch the nipple sensitivity anymore. Instead, sharpen up their tongues and clitorises for tonight."

With Dark's crisp acknowledgment, Geon sank back into the bed wearing a languid smile—anticipating the cruel and terrible revelry the night would bring.

Seated together in the mess, the three women moved their utensils in prim silence—while beneath the table their legs trembled uncontrollably, and they sweated through the effort of smothering their moans.

The abnormal itch in their nipples had subsided, but now it was their tongues and clitorises that were the problem. Every time the spoon touched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Ceria's tongue, a jolt shot straight into her brain, and she couldn't have said whether the stew went in her mouth or her nose. Every time they settled their backsides into their chairs, the tender folds beneath their uniforms brushed against fabric and sent shivers racing through their whole bodies.

Riri set down her spoon mid-bite, glanced around the room, and spoke in a low, grave voice.

"Ceria, Kaila… don't you think something is wrong here?"

"Hm? What do you mean, Riri?"

"The fact that the three of us are experiencing the exact same 'ointment side effects,' down to the last detail. And that… every morning our underwear is soaked through and our whole bodies ache—yet not one fragment of us remembers the night."

At Riri's words, Ceria's and Kaila's eyes wavered. The strangeness they had been writing off as side effects or shamefully vivid dreams hardened, in that moment, into a sharp and unmistakable suspicion.

"Now that you mention it… something is happening to us every night, without our knowing."

Kaila bit her lip and shuddered, and Ceria delivered the conclusion in a lowered voice.

"Tonight, absolutely no one sleeps. We stay awake, keep our wits about us, and get through the night. But we have to carry out our daytime duties flawlessly, so the captain doesn't find anything strange."

With hardened faces, the three nodded.

Through the day, the three women somehow completed their officer duties without a single slip, fighting down with every ounce of strength the maddening stimulation in their lower bodies and their newly sharpened tongues.

And at last, nine fifty at night. Standing in the corridor before their quarters, the three exchanged one long, weightless look, then each went into her own room.

Ceria did not change into sleepwear. Still perfectly buttoned into her officer's uniform, she sat at the edge of her bed, squeezing her convulsing, nervous hands, glaring at the digital clock on the wall. Her mind had never been clearer.

Tick. Tick.

It was the very instant the clock flipped to 22:00.

"Wh…? What…?!"

Ceria's eyes went wide with colossal terror. Her mind was wide awake inside her skull—and her body had begun to defy her will completely.

Swish—

Ceria's hand moved on its own, undoing her uniform buttons one by one.

Stop it! These are my hands, why are you doing this?! Stop, I said stop!

Her brain shrieked itself ragged, but her body, machine-like, stripped off the neat uniform and undergarments and left her utterly naked. Then her mouth let loose a ragged, panting voice that had nothing to do with her own will.

"Ahhn… Master… bitch Ceria… coming to you…."

What am I saying?! Master?! Bitch?!'

Her brain felt like it would tear apart under the shame and horror erupting from within—but Ceria's naked body smoothly opened the door and crawled out into the corridor. From the doors opposite and beside, Riri and Kaila were crawling out on all fours, naked, exactly the same.

Fully conscious, the three women were forced to watch, in real time, their own bodies lolling their tongues out and dripping arousal onto the floor as they crawled.

At last—the Private Room.

Their swollen nipples and tongues slick with saliva pressed themselves, crackling, against the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠door-lock sensor of their own accord.

"Bitch Ceria… nipple… recognition…."

"Bitch Riri… recognition…."

"Bitch Kaila… recognition…."

Zap—!

The thick armored door slid open, and three naked bodies ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crawled into the Private Room. There they saw Geon, reclining diagonally on the bed, regarding them with lazy eyes.

Their bodies pressed flat to the floor, erect nipples and glistening folds bared without shame, the three women fixed their faces into expressions of perfect obedience and raised a full salute toward Geon.

No! Captain, please! My body won't listen! Please help me!

Inside, their minds screamed for rescue, begged for this hellish servitude to stop—but from the mouths the three women stretched toward Geon flowed nothing but the smooth, practiced declarations of surrender of obscene bitches craving their master and master alone.

Fully, consciously aware of the cruel reality that they had been reduced to slaves of their own instinct, prostrate at Geon's feet, the three women could do nothing but weep—drowning in the vast terror and shame that was burning their brains away.