The Empress's Silent Ordeal
After salvaging every piece of usable equipment and supplies, Eirin set course for the Galantid System.
She received daily briefings on the system's shifting battle lines, but with the situation changing by the hour, she refused to waste precious mental energy drafting strategies and tactics in advance. That would have been pure folly.
"Good work on the watch today."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Leaving the rest in the duty officer's hands, Eirin stepped out of the CIC.
"Hey."
"What?"
The moment she was gone, the two operators who had been all business moments before slipped into casual gossip.
"Doesn't the Empress Dowager feel… different lately?"
"Different how?"
"She was always beautiful, but these days… how do I put it… there's this allure. Sex appeal. She's even more stunning than usual."
"You absolute freak. Don't you have anything better to do?"
"I'm not joking. Think about it for a second."
"Hmm…"
Faced with his colleague's dead-serious tone, the other operator actually turned it over in his mind. Unlike before, a soft pink flush colored her cheeks now. Those once-sharp, upturned eyes had settled just a fraction lower, lending her a gentler cast.
"…You're right. She really has changed."
"See?"
The two of them launched into an enthusiastic discussion of the Empress Dowager's transformed aura and beauty.
And the woman at the center of that conversation—
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ahh—! Kyaah~!"
The instant she returned to the captain's quarters—a cabin no one else dared enter uninvited—Jincheon seized her and buried his cock inside her.
"Good girl. Just like I told you—no underwear, and those leggings already torn open for me."
"B-because you… wanted it that way… hyoot!"
Still dressed in her elegant captain's uniform, she was pinned against the wall, her back flush to the bulkhead, both legs locked tight around Jincheon's waist. Those long, shapely legs—sheathed in clinging leggings that only accentuated every curve—wrapped around him as if begging for his seed, radiating a raw, wanton sensuality.
Slap! Slap!
"Ahaaaang~~~!"
Having learned pleasure and been trained again and again, she could no longer even imagine a life without Jincheon's cock. Now that she knew a man—and knew pleasure—it was only natural the operators would talk the way they did.
Shlrrrk—
Then, from inside Jincheon's clothes, a long crimson tentacle no thicker than a thread-snake crawled up along his forearm. It slipped quietly beneath the collar of Eirin's uniform, gliding inward—
Whip— Squeeze!
"Kyaaaah!!"
—and burrowed under what remained of her underthings, coiling around a nipple and cinching down hard.
"H-husband… again…!"
"Mmm~ That soft-yet-firm feel. I never get tired of it, no matter how many times I try."
Squeeze!
"Hnhiiit…!"
The Crypter tentacle, linked directly to Jincheon's tongue, teased her nipple with its tip every time he moved his mouth.
On the day of their first sortie, Jincheon had revealed that he could control Crypters. Knowing full well how terrifying the creatures were, she had immediately demanded he purify every last one of them. Only after he demonstrated absolute, effortless command over them had she finally—barely—accepted it.
And then, by using those same Crypters as a third hand, a second tongue, or a second cock whenever the mood struck, he had trained her until every last shred of revulsion vanished. Creatures that devoured all life, that inspired terror in anyone who lived among the stars, were now forcing pleasure on her body. Such a thing was impossible without a master in control—and so she had come to believe, completely, that Jincheon ruled the Crypters without flaw.
Beep-beep-beep—
"Ah!? H-husband! Wait—! It's an emergency call from the duty officer!"
"Tch."
Even Jincheon couldn't ignore an emergency summons from the duty officer. Clicking his tongue, he released her.
"Ahem. What is it?"
"—Apologies, Captain. A cruiser-class vessel is approaching on our heading. We've issued repeated warnings over comms, but there's no response. It appears to be a Crypter."
The duty officer suspected the cruiser moving toward their fleet was a Crypter, but asked permission to open fire just in case.
Hmm… Handled right, this could turn into something rather entertaining.
Listening from the corner as the duty officer made his report, Jincheon smiled. Then, as both a precaution against any would-be assassin and as his second cock, he began to pilot a Crypter.
From beneath the bed, a fifty-centimeter Crypter tentacle that perfectly mimicked the shape of Jincheon's cock crawled into view. The length was deliberate—heavy and thick enough, solid all the way through, to double as a weapon if he ever needed it to protect her.
Aim…
The cock-shaped Crypter slid under Eirin's skirt, then used its flat base to stand itself upright, stiff as an erection.
Fire!
Thunk!
Its body coiled into a C-shape and then snapped straight, launching itself upward—and in the same instant, Jincheon used Heogongsbeomul to flip Eirin's skirt high.
Schluuuk!
"~~~~~~!!"
The place the Crypter cock buried itself was deep inside her anus.
"—Empress Dowager?"
"I… no, it's nothing…"
She forced her face back into composure even as pleasure threatened to twist it apart.
=Tell him you'll go check it yourself.=
"A-and… I'll… confirm it myself, so… wait…"
"—Pardon? There's no need, ma'am. If you simply authorize fire, I'll handle—"
"There is… something I need… to verify… Wait."
"—Yes, ma'am. Understood."
The officer corps was armored in absolute respect for the Empress Dowager. The moment she said there was something she had to confirm personally, they accepted it without question.
At the same time, the Crypter tentacle linked to Jincheon's cock coiled into a C once more, then straightened and drove deeper inside her.
"Hhoooooot~~~~!!"
Eirin, who had been barely holding the pleasure at bay, cried out as the Crypter plunged deep into her ass and shoved her over the edge into climax.
"H-husband… s-stop…!"
Thrust! Schluuup!
"Haa~ This really is the invention of the century. Pleasure without lifting a finger."
If something like this had existed back in the Murim world, I never would have needed to learn the clone technique.
In his Murim days, Jincheon had taken wives by the hundreds. Even fucking and cumming from dawn to dusk in a single body, he had struggled to satisfy them all. Only after mastering the clone technique had he finally managed it. With Crypters, he could have simply fashioned extra bodies and shared his consciousness—simple as that.
Regardless, even with the CIC waiting, Jincheon kept the Crypter tormenting Eirin's ass without pause.
"Go like that."
"Y-yes…? Nehhet…!?"
Go with a Crypter cock buried in your ass. At that order, Eirin's face crumpled into a near-sob.
Schluuuk!
In an instant, the Crypter cock that had been only halfway in drove even deeper.
"Giihhhnnn!"
"What, you don't want to? Fine, forget it. Calsira will be thrilled her turn's come around again."
"N-nooooot…! I'll… go… so… please… wait… for me…!"
Eirin tugged her skirt back down and forced herself out into the corridor.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Please… stop… moving…!
Her anus had been taken virgin, developed, and mapped for every sensitive point—all by Jincheon. And so the Crypter cock, moving to his will, thrashed violently inside her, stretching her rectum and hammering every one of those points.
Fortunately the corridor was zero-gravity; she gripped the moving handrail like an escalator and hauled herself toward the CIC.
Barely containing the pleasure, Eirin reached the CIC, forced her body as still as she could, and stepped inside.
"Empress Dowager."
The duty officer offered a crisp salute and began his report on the approaching cruiser. But none of it reached her ears. She already expected it to be a Crypter vessel—and an inexperienced one at that. Veteran Crypters only targeted ships they were confident of taking. Green ones charged in first and thought later.
Thrash! Thrashtthrashtthrash!
"~~~~~~!!"
Suddenly the Crypter cock lodged in her ass began thrashing like a freshly caught wild fish.
"Empress Dowager?"
Seeing her clap a hand over her mouth and fight something down, the duty officer started in alarm and checked on her. She wanted to say it was nothing—but as the thrashing Crypter cock drove inward and flooded her rectum full, the shock stole her voice.
"Are you unwell, ma'am?"
"N-no… it's… nothing."
She forced the answer out, knowing that if she stayed any longer she would be found out—she needed a moment of silence to lock her mouth shut.
"A moment… There is something… I must confirm… Wait."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
The duty officer was baffled by her behavior, but his trust and loyalty held him quiet.
Thrash! Squeeze!
"~~~~~~!!"
The Crypter cock bucked hard, and the lower belly of her captain's uniform bulged outward. Conditioned to take even that sensation as pure pleasure, Eirin gripped the back of her command chair and barely kept her knees from giving out.
"No… it isn't… Issue several… more warnings… and— hhup…!"
Against her desperate wish to escape, the Crypter drew back inside her rectum—then drove deep again, launching into a savage piston rhythm.
"Hup…! Kh…! Mmph…!"
She clamped both hands over her mouth, but the Crypter cock pounded the pinpoints Jincheon had developed in her, driving her over the edge again and again. Through the torn crotch of her leggings, pussy juices streamed freely, soaking the fabric. The terror of being discovered—of having to abandon the war and everything else if this were seen—made her choke down every moan with frantic will.
Thrust— Whirrrrr!
"~~~~!!"
But when the Crypter's tail—a full third of its body still hanging outside her ass—began to thrash, the forced expansion of her rectum shoved her into climax, and the juices spilled down her thighs.
I can't… hold on… anymore…!
Just as she was about to break, the Crypter cock suddenly stopped.
Now!
Sensing this was her only chance, Eirin composed her face and summoned her usual air of imperial dignity.
"That is not the vessel I was looking for. Order it shot down at once."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"I leave the rest to you."
"Understood. This is—"
Eirin issued the command and strode out of the CIC. Authorized at last, the duty officer ordered the destruction of the unidentified ship that had ignored every warning.
Shortly after, concentrated fire from the allied fleet reduced the approaching cruiser to orbital scrap. A check of the debris confirmed it: the vessel had been contaminated by a Crypter.
That wasn't the Empress Dowager's usual manner. Is she unwell?
The duty officer tilted his head at the memory of how she had looked.
But… there was something strangely lewd about it.
He had seen her face in the moment she climaxed on pleasure she could not let anyone know—and the raw, erotic charge of it had stirred his blood.
I won't say a word to anyone. One careless comment and I'd deserve a firing squad on the spot.
Speaking of it to another soul would earn him summary execution with no room for complaint. He buried the thought deep and said nothing.
Behind the command seat, where Eirin had stood, faint traces of her fluids still marked the deck. The duty officer never noticed. He returned to his watch, scanning the perimeter, and carried out his duty.
"Haa… hahk…"
Out in the corridor, Eirin finally released the ragged, fevered breaths she had been holding, bracing one hand against the bulkhead to keep herself upright.
Schluuuk!
"Gii… hhk…!"
The Crypter cock stirred again and drove upward as if to punch straight through her rectum. Rising onto her toes, Eirin bit down hard and began the slow, agonizing walk back to her quarters.
Thrust!
"Kya… kahk…!"
But the Crypter cock, still linked to Jincheon's will, kept tormenting her ass without mercy, chaining climax after climax through her body. Leaving a trail of evidence wherever she passed, she forced herself onward, step by trembling step.