The Red Reaper of Galantid 4
The siege of Galantid 4 was fierce, and at the same time it became the moment that elevated the renown of Jincheon—already called the Red Reaper—even higher.
He had dismantled a fortress-class mecha built for base defense, one armored so thickly and laced with so many interlocking defense systems that no one was certain it could even be taken, using nothing but raw piloting skill.
Because of that, the last lingering doubts—those sidelong glances that wondered whether he could fight on the ground the way he fought in space—vanished completely. No one dared question Jincheon’s ability any longer.
Only later did they learn that a lightweight mecha had been nested inside the Culvest. In normal operation it stayed rolled into a compact sphere that doubled as the cockpit; in an emergency it could eject and fight at once. When Jincheon and Calsira struck, damage had by chance reached that very unit, rendering escape impossible.
Hearing the report, Jincheon let out a quiet breath of relief that he had already sealed Calsira’s resurrection spell. Had anyone uttered the fatal words—“Is he dead? Did we finish him?”—he was certain a second round against that lightweight mecha would have begun on the spot.
Yet one person could not share in the joy of his achievement.
Is Unnie placing more trust in that man than in me?
From Beatrix’s viewpoint—still ignorant that Eirin had already become Jincheon’s woman—the choice her sister had made felt like a personal slight. What stoked her anger further was the way Jincheon had gone wild the moment the two of them were out of the picture, as if he had become an entirely different person.
He found the method of attack and then deliberately schemed to monopolize the credit!
Until now he had merely been an eyesore. The knowledge that Eirin had chosen him over her sister turned that irritation into genuine hatred. Yet even the rest of the fleet had stopped questioning his skill, leaving Beatrix with nothing she could reasonably criticize—and that only made her more furious.
Had she been petty and small-minded she might have picked at every trivial fault and heaped petty insults upon him. Her nature, however, would not allow such base tactics.
I don’t care what it is—I need merit. I’ll make Unnie look at me again!
Ordinary noble siblings would never have felt such fierce sisterly devotion. Among the aristocracy it was common enough to kill even blood kin without a second thought. These two sisters, though, had walked the soldier’s path side by side; even after their stations diverged—one becoming empress, the other captain of the imperial guard—they remained close in private and forged a bond that refused to break.
And so Beatrix swore she would force her sister’s gaze back upon her, and began fretting over every chance to earn glory.
“Ahhh~~!”
“Hhooot~~!”
“Kyahhng~~!”
While Beatrix stewed alone, Jincheon slipped into Eirin’s private quarters aboard the Rastold Silverion, seizing the brief window when the two of them could meet in secret. Everyone else was still busy salvaging useful matériel from the battlefield, calming the populace, and restoring the facilities that would supply the next campaign; the mid-level officers were working themselves raw.
“Different skin colors make the view even better than I expected.”
While the three women keened and moaned, Jincheon gazed down at the arrangement he had created and smiled in pure satisfaction. Eirin lay at the bottom, Calsira stacked atop her, Heliane crowning the pile—three asses of different hues and shapes presented for his pleasure. Inside each anus a Crypter cock, sensory-linked to his own, thrashed left and right, churning their depths.
“Your hands are getting weak. Spread that pussy wider.”
Slap!
“Y-yesheeet……!”
Eirin had already climaxed several times from anal stimulation alone; pussy juice dripped steadily from her lower lips, slowly enlarging the puddle beneath her. When Jincheon’s palm cracked across her ass, the soft folds quivered and a fresh gush of love juice spilled out.
To be crushed in such a shameful pose… forced to hold my own pussy open…!
Naked, stacked with two other women into an ass tower, Eirin felt a hot flush of humiliation. Yet pleasure had already rewritten her; even that shame now fed the heat coiling in her belly.
“Heliane.”
“Kitthuut……! U-uung……!”
Because of her four arms, both covering and being covered would have been awkward, so he had placed her on top. He stroked the full curve of her ass with surprising gentleness.
“You assisted well in today’s battle.”
“Huuung……♥”
His hands grew rougher, kneading the plump flesh, then gripped one cheek and eased it sideways.
“As a reward, today you get two cocks.”
“Eh?”
He spread her open and began forcing his own shaft into the same hole already occupied by the Crypter cock.
“W-wait! It’s tearing—it’s really going to tear! This is dangerous!”
She had assumed “two cocks” meant pussy and ass. When his thick length shoved in beside the Crypter dick she shook her head frantically, pleading.
“With any other race I’d stop, but Orobece flesh is soft and springy enough here. Probably.”
“Probably?! Please stop—kki—kkgeueuk!”
He ignored her and drove deeper.
“Kuu~ Sharing a hole with another man’s cock would make me want to vomit, but this is basically my own clone. Feels better than I thought!”
Had it been a stranger’s dick he would have felt every foreign ridge and gagged on the disgust. This one matched his own shape, texture, and even shared his nerves; it felt more like a miniature clone technique than anything else.
“Heup!”
Pukkeudeudeuk!
“Kyuthoooooook~~~~!! Ooooot!!”
“U-Unnie…….”
Beneath her, Calsira rolled her eyes upward at the beast-like howl tearing from her sister’s throat as two massive cocks reamed her ass.
Pukkeok! Pukkeok! Pukkeok! Pukkeoeok!
“Ook! Oooook!! Hoooooot~~~!!”
Two shafts thick as a slender woman’s forearm stretched the ring and stirred the depths. For any ordinary woman it would have been pure torture; Heliane, long since trained to pleasure, felt far more ecstasy than pain.
My rectum… being forced open……. My guts… thump-thump… resonating…….
The twin roots shoved her rectum wide; the tips hammered the end of her S-colon until her entire abdomen throbbed.
“Kkikheueueu!!”
Pushuuuut!
As Jincheon’s cocks swung, Heliane’s climax detonated; a thick jet of pussy juice sprayed from her cunt.
“Hiit……!”
Some of that fluid ran down onto Calsira’s own ass; the younger woman flinched and moaned without meaning to.
“Aoooot! Hikueuk!”
Every deep thrust and twist of the twin shafts sent Heliane over the edge again. She sprayed and howled, her anus long since remade into a lewd, greedy hole by Jincheon’s training.
Pukuuuk!
“~~~~~~!!”
When he suddenly came, the overload of sensation made Heliane’s whole body seize and shudder.
“Orobece females really do have the softest holes—forcing them open is half the fun. Shall I keep fucking you like this from now on?”
Slap!
“Hiit… hiheet…….”
He spanked her again, but she had already poured every scrap of strength into riding the climax; she collapsed, panting hard.
“Huhueu…….”
Jincheon left the Crypter cock buried inside her, savoring the way it continued to churn her guts, and let out a low, satisfied groan. Calsira’s and Eirin’s anuses were still being worked as well; triple pleasure kept rolling through him. Yet as the Lust Emperor he recovered in a heartbeat, sorted the sensations, and reached into his pockets.
“I’d love to keep going, but I want to test the Crypters’ potential a little further.”
Having discovered how entertaining it was to play with women through Crypters, he drew out six thumb-sized spheres—each looking like a crustacean curled into a tight ball.
Kirik… buzzeeeeng—
The moment he linked them to his senses the spheres unfurled, wings beating. They resembled a hybrid of mosquito and dragonfly—living tools he had shaped from Crypter flesh.
“Go.”
At his command the insects fluttered forward and latched onto the three women’s breasts, anchoring themselves with pad-like feet.
“J-Jincheon-nim… what… is this……?”
“Kyaak! D-disgusting!”
Calsira and Eirin could not hide their revulsion at the insectile forms.
Suuuk—
From each dragonfly-like abdomen a long, red, slightly pointed cock extruded.
“I’ve always wanted to develop every hole a woman has. There was only one place I never managed.”
He moved around in front of them and grinned.
“Milk holes are still holes, aren’t they?”
“!!”
Tseurut! Tseureuk!
The slender shafts began to seek the openings of their nipples.
“Kyaaaak!”
“I-I hate this! Not this!”
“Huet……? Wh-what is that!?”
Heliane, still half-dazed, finally registered the insects and jolted a beat late.
Suuuk!
“Oooooook~~~!!”
Heliane was first again. Jincheon’s earlier body-sculpting had swollen her breasts and enlarged the nipple openings; the Crypter cocks slid in with almost no resistance.
Supuk! Supuk! Jjukkeueuk!
“M-my chest… no… it feels… strange……!”
“Mmm~ No outer skin, so the texture comes straight into the cock. Perfect.”
The insect shafts had been designed specifically to rape nipples; they lacked the usual sheath. Jincheon therefore felt the inner walls of each nipple hole directly against his own nerves.
“Keuheu~~! So this is how a nipple grips!”
Experiencing that unique tightness for the first time, he temporarily severed the sensory link to the anal Crypters so he could savor the dual nipple sensations alone.
“Chewy entrance, and every thrust the soft flesh inside the breast squeezes back! Softer and more tender than either pussy or ass—addictive!”
He described the sensations aloud like a judge on a cooking-battle show.
Tseupuuk! Jjuuuk!
“Kyahaak!”
“Kkihiik!”
The remaining four insect cocks invaded Calsira’s and Eirin’s nipples as well; sixfold pleasure slammed into him.
“Keuheut!”
The raw, shell-less sensation—utterly different from pussy or ass—made him sit on the edge of the bed. With a flick of Heogongsbeomul he lifted the three women and set them kneeling between his spread thighs.
“Lick!”
For once the Lust Emperor’s composure cracked under brand-new pleasure; the order came out urgent and raw.
“Heup……!”
“Aup!”
“Hueung……!”
Like well-trained animals the three women lunged forward at the command. Even while the six-legged Crypters pistoned against their breasts they stretched their tongues toward his cock and began to service it.
Anuses reamed by thrashing shafts, chests stabbed by insect cocks, mouths now working his length—Jincheon could no longer hold back. He seized Calsira by the back of the head and yanked her down until his cock vanished into her throat.
“Puhuup!”
He fucked her face in long, ruthless strokes, treating her mouth like another pussy.
“Keup! Pukeup! Keuheup!”
The length should have been impossible to take, yet he forced her all the way to the root. Her throat bulged obscenely; she choked and gagged.
“Hehaaang!”
“Angaa! Kyahiing!”
Heliane and Eirin, left with nothing to do but endure, howled from the dual assault on ass and nipples.
Their cries, the sixfold cock-pleasure, everything piled together. Jincheon’s hips jerked; he hauled Calsira’s head down hard.
Pukuuk! Kureureureuk! Guluk—guluk—
“~~~~~~!!”
He buried himself in her throat and came. The sheer volume of semen reverse-flowed, ballooning her cheeks.
“Puheup!”
A violent cough forced thick ropes of cum out through her nostrils.
Pujureureuk—
“Kehek! Cough! Cough!”
When he finally pulled free, Calsira coughed and retched, spilling semen onto the floor.
“Haa… haa…….”
She managed to clear most of it, yet the lingering scent inside her nose fogged her mind. That concentrated musk of his seed, delivered straight to the brain, was a poison no female—no matter how strong—could fully resist.
“Aaaah……!”
“Hehaat……!”
Heliane and Eirin caught the same scent and immediately bent forward, tongues out, lapping at the spilled cum.
Jjupuk! Jjupuk! Pukpukpukpukpukpukpuk!
“Agik!?”
“Kkihyaaaak!”
“Haaaang!”
At the same instant the Crypter insects’ hips went berserk, hammering the women’s nipples with frantic speed. The three beauties could only take the assault, moaning lewdly while the insects clung and rutted against their chests.
Churreureureut!
“Kyahiik!”
“H-hot!”
“Haooot……!”
Then the insects came, flooding the insides of their breasts with perfect copies of Jincheon’s semen—semen he had previously pumped into the Mother so it could be duplicated at will.
Their chests swelled further under the volume; almost at once the aphrodisiac properties of that seed took hold and they began to beg for more.
“Harder… thrust harder……!”
“Don’t stop—scrape deeper!”
“M-my chest… aaaaah……!”
Even the aphrodisiac effect had been perfectly replicated.
I’ll train these chests until the nipple-pussies are permanent fixtures. Obtaining the Crypters really was the greatest prize of all. Even I never knew this kind of pleasure existed.
He was certain of it now: the Crypters were the finest spoils this world had given him. Through them he drove the insect cocks exactly as the women begged, hard and relentless.
What should I try next…
Outside, the fleet labored over the aftermath of war. Inside the private cabin, Jincheon continued to savor his females’ bodies and began devising ever more inventive ways to put the Crypters to use.