20. Nine times out of ten.
20. Nine times out of ten.
When Kal returned from lunch, the information check he'd requested was finished and organized. To summarize it roughly, it was about the encryption of satellite information.
...Satellite information encryption, huh.
Kal smelled something extremely fishy there. Back when he was part of the Solar Knights, he had experienced something similar. ...Of course, the difference was that the person involved hadn't died back then.
He logged into the program and pulled up the entire personnel roster for the Information Bureau's Satellite Management Department. It seemed best to start the investigation from here again. Privately, of course. If he let it be known that he was poking around everywhere, information might quietly leak out before he even knew it.
Who should he mess with first?
Kal leaned back in his chair, humming a tune as he scanned the roster. The work was fun, but still, the Commander's son had been working his ass off since the first day, so shouldn't there be some sweet reward for it!
Having picked out a delicious piece of prey, he put down his work and checked the clock. It was already 4 PM. Only one hour left until he could clock out.
Still, the good thing about the Security Squad leader being a stickler for principles was that he strictly adhered to leaving on time. Of course, there was the shitty part where he only felt satisfied if everything was lined up perfectly and neatly, but as long as you did your work well, he didn't really touch on anything else, so it was bearable.
Maybe he even had his pubic hair trimmed to the same length, one strand at a time?
Seeing how he kept his bangs like that, it didn't seem impossible. Kal looked forward to the day he could confirm it, slacked off for the remaining time, and bolted out the door the second it hit 5 o'clock.
Dana couldn't even ask Kal if he wanted to grab dinner together.
· · ·
After sitting at her desk all day until her butt was sore, Metel walked through the downtown area to clear her head. Seeing the colorful lights blending with the beautiful sunset and flashing, she felt her spirits lift as well.
As she was walking along the fairly crowded street, she suddenly felt a strong impact on her shoulder.
Ah!
Unable to withstand the impact, she fell and landed hard on her butt on the ground.
Damn it...!
"What kind of mannerless bastard is this, charging like a bull and slamming into me with his shoulder?" she thought, looking up at the person with a deeply scowling face...
"Are you okay? You aren't hurt, are you?"
A truly drop-dead gorgeous man was crouching down, looking at her.
For a moment, Metel felt like bells were ringing in her head. Ding-ding.
"Ah, uh, th-that, yes, I-I'm okay..."
"Can you stand up?"
"Ah, yes."
He politely reached out a hand. She took it, stood up slowly, and lightly brushed the dust off her butt. Honestly, her rear end, which had slammed into the ground, was a bit sore, but she didn't want to look pathetic and make a fuss about the pain in front of this man.
"Still, just in case, would you like to rest for a bit?"
He asked, gesturing slightly toward the coffee shop right next to them. Since she was free anyway, she naturally agreed.
Is this... perhaps fate?
In this highly developed scientific age, the theory of fate had become obsolete, to the point where it had entered an ice age and frozen to death, but human primitive, hot instincts had forcibly dragged this frozen theory of fate out of the glacier from hundreds of years ago and given it meaning.
She had been really into romance novels lately, and the timing was just perfect.
The two sat facing each other, each with a cup of coffee in front of them. ...Looking closely, Metel realized the man was truly breathtakingly handsome. To the point where her nipples tingled.
"I'm sorry if you're busy and I've kept you..."
"No, I just finished work myself. I'm free."
"Is that so? Me too. I just got off work as well. Hoho."
Metel covered her mouth slightly with her palm and laughed like an emotional young girl. It was the height of affectation, but she wanted to appeal to him as feminine as possible.
"Is your butt okay?"
"Yes, I don't think there's a big problem. I was just a little startled."
"That's a relief. I was worried you might have cracked a bone. I bumped into you too hard, didn't I?"
How could he be so considerate...!
"No, it was my fault for not paying attention. I'm really okay. Please don't feel burdened."
The conversation between the two paused there for a moment. Not wanting to part with him like this, she racked her brain to find a topic of conversation.
"By the way, what do you do...?"
"Ah, I'm a knight. Security Squad. Still a trainee, though."
As soon as she heard he was a knight, Metel clapped her hands lightly and made a fuss, saying, "Oh my, oh my."
"What a coincidence. I work at the headquarters Information Bureau. Wow, to think I'd meet someone from the same headquarters here!"
"Really? It's truly nice to meet you. I didn't know anyone here, so I was quite lonely, but now a connection has formed."
A connection.
Metel fell head over heels for that sweet word.
"That's true, a connection..."
"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Kal Jale."
"I'm Metel Odra."
Through the connection formed that way, the two had dinner together and even had a drink.
And what followed was...
Hau-jup, haup, jju-eup.
As soon as the two entered Metel's room, they began to madly mix their tongues and suck on each other's lips.
"I, I'm not that kind of girl..."
"I know. I know you're not that kind of girl."
"Kal, it's because it's you, because it's you...!"
And then followed beastly copulation.
Metel shrieked in ecstasy several times at Kal's monstrous cock. She had never had such ecstatic sex in her life. No, what she had done until now wasn't sex, just playing house. This was what real sex was.
After wrecking the pussy of the female employee from the Information Bureau's Satellite Management Department, Kal confirmed she was fast asleep, then thoroughly searched her clothes and bag. And there, he found the authentication key.
Now, let's see.
He turned on the computer in her room and accessed the Information Bureau database. Naturally, a message asking for authentication popped up, and he inserted the authentication key and passed through safely.
And when he punched in the satellite number that had come from the dead technician's storage device and opened it, the information appeared. Worried that transferring this information elsewhere might cause unnecessary problems, he just jotted down the important-looking parts by hand.
...So, this was scrapped.
It was recorded as scrapped due to a major component failure less than five years after it was produced. And the decision to scrap it was made just a year ago.
Kal felt his suspicions becoming clearer. In fact, if it weren't for him, it could have been covered up neatly as a perfect crime, but it was just her bad luck to get caught by a rookie who was suspiciously experienced.
I'm curious to see how far this goes.
Having extracted the important information, Kal turned off the computer and cleaned up as if he hadn't done anything. Then, he looked down at Metel, who was still sprawled out on the bed, and slapped her semen-covered butt once with his palm.
"Mmm..."
You fucking bitch, I loved you...
Kal gathered up his clothes scattered all over the floor, got dressed, and was about to leave her room..., but he returned, scribbled something on a note, placed it on the table, and left.
· · ·
As soon as Kal arrived at work with Dana, he took a sip of delicious coffee from the android and tapped away at the keyboard.
He searched the personnel roster for the name of the person who decided to scrap this satellite. From the person in charge to the technicians, all of them.
There, he found one important name.
The signature of the Satellite Management Department Head scribbled in the person-in-charge column. Longpat Gamoshi.
Since a satellite wasn't just some ordinary object, it was natural that the Department Head's permission was needed for the decision to scrap it. However, if it wasn't something that should have been scrapped, one couldn't help but suspect the Department Head who made that decision.
Actually, it seemed the Security Squad didn't consider this satellite issue very important, but Kal knew from experience that this wasn't something to be taken lightly.
This was clearly connected to the corruption of the Asset Management Department Head they had discussed in the meeting yesterday morning.
Of course, since there was no evidence yet, it was just Kal's speculation, but he was almost certain of it. The fact that the Security Squad still hadn't found the details of the slush fund the guy had siphoned off meant it was highly likely that he hadn't just hidden the money somewhere on the planet, but had sent it to another planet using a private satellite's computer network. If that happened, it would avoid the planetary headquarters' satellite network, so it would inevitably create the illusion that the money had suddenly evaporated.
Kal had tracked imperial nobles siphoning off money using this method many times in the past. Of course, they said it had evolved with much more advanced technology these days...
Anyway, this method Kal was currently tracking was quite old-fashioned from his perspective. It leaves behind irrefutable evidence. However, even if it was treated as old-fashioned on Earth, it seemed it was still state-of-the-art on this backwater planet. That's why the Security Squad didn't even know about such signs yet.
Bastard. He was so unlucky to get caught by me, of all people...
He might have been thinking of making a big score and running, but the moment his method was exposed to Kal, it was only a matter of time before he got caught.
Of course, there were still a few mountains to climb, so Kal wasn't just resting easy. You never knew where you might suddenly hit a dead end.
As he was humming and checking the pathetic face and personal details of the Department Head bastard, the android working as a secretary informed Kal that someone had come to see him. It was Metel from the Information Bureau's Satellite Management Department.
Good grief, this clingy woman.
It seemed that one note wasn't enough to get rid of her. Since the first step failed, then it was time to move on to the second step.
The direct face attack.
Usually, if you say to their face, "Your pussy is too loose," nine out of ten would be on the verge of tears and ask for one more chance, saying they would try to tighten it more. Sometimes one would get angry, saying, "Yeah, good for you and your great cock."
Kal went to test which category this woman, Metel, fell into.
"I, I'll try to tighten it more, so please give me one more chance. Okay?"
She was one of the nine.