Assault Package and Stolen Moments
As both the loyalist forces and the rebels converged on the Rodin System, the shape of a colossal confrontation took form—two vast armies facing each other across the void.
The grand fleets, their ships arrayed at measured intervals, possessed more than enough presence to dominate even the endless reaches of space. And as scattered formations continued to join them moment by moment, the scale only swelled further.
Both sides had agreed upon two weeks to muster their strength. The Dowager Empress’s party, including the Rastold Silverion, arrived on the tenth day—one week and three days in. They could have come sooner, but resupply, repairs, and the replenishment of personnel had taken their toll.
Additional transport ships waited in the rear of both fleets, ready to feed the war machines. Countless mechas would cycle back to their motherships again and again for emergency repairs and fresh munitions before launching once more. Such was the nature of a battle this immense.
Jincheon’s group, for their part, still had work to finish in the time remaining, and they kept themselves busy.
"Trooper Package suits me best."
"I'll take the Burserker Package."
Calsira and Heliane stepped out of the training program and named the enhancement packages that fit them. After securing the Calsorn Empire relics from the deserted island, Jincheon’s party had run mock battles while wearing the parts, harvesting data. That data had been fed into the simulators so the training programs could call it up whenever needed.
"Heh heh heh."
While Calsira and Heliane settled on Trooper and Burserker respectively, Jincheon gazed at the package he had claimed for himself and laughed like a proper villain.
"This one caught my eye from the first moment I saw it. Destiny, maybe?"
The enhancement parts Jincheon had chosen were the Assault Package. Twin chainsaws mounted on the backs of both hands and a twin laser shotgun with dual barrels—everything about it slid perfectly into his tastes.
"Whoever built this knew a man’s romance cold. Chainsaws and a double-barrel shotgun."
"Tch. What’s so great about that?"
"Wouldn’t the Diver Package just be better?"
Every enhancement package upgraded defense, mobility, and firepower alike. The Trooper Package specialized in long-range work. The Burserker Package lived for close quarters. Each excelled in its own domain.
The Assault Package, by contrast, fell short in both raw attack and defense. What it possessed in abundance was flexibility. Thrusters studded every surface; once a pilot mastered them, the mecha moved exactly as thought commanded. The Diver Package, harpoon gun aside, was more versatile overall.
"On Terra we call a chainsaw this: ‘an excellent means of conversation.’"
"…I never imagined Terrans were that much of a warrior race."
Calsira could not hide her disbelief at people who treated a chainsaw as a conversational tool.
"I like that double-barrel shotgun too, but…"
"Jincheon. It’s a twin laser shotgun."
"Same difference. The shotgun’s fine—except it can fire continuously."
"And that’s a problem because…?"
"Because there’s no cool reloading flourish."
"……"
"……"
The twin laser shotgun on the Assault Package spat lasers from dual barrels like a shotgun, yet it ran on power packs and therefore allowed full automatic fire. Jincheon, however, preferred the old double-barrel ritual: reduce the enemy to paste, then crack the breech and feed fresh shells. That, he insisted, was stylish.
"Well, Jincheon-nim can afford to chase style because he’s strong enough. Tell anyone else to take that weapon onto a real battlefield and they’d call you insane."
Calsira finally snapped and delivered the unvarnished truth. She was right—only someone of Jincheon’s caliber could talk that way.
"Tsk. Fine. I’ll settle for calling it a double-barrel shotgun."
"Jincheon. For the last time—it’s a twin laser shotgun."
"Official names don’t matter. What my soul wants is what counts."
"Haa."
Heliane exhaled at his incomprehensible stubbornness.
"Anyway, I need more training."
"Same here. Used properly, these should nearly double our combat power."
With the enhancement packages, both women could already outfight a stock Gareld by a wide margin. Under the right conditions they might even brush the performance of A-class mechas—lowest-tier A-class, admittedly, but still.
"Then work hard, both of you. I’ll just kill some time."
Training programs could never recreate the real sensation of combat for Jincheon. He offered the two a casual cheer and stepped out of the training bay. For a man whose skill rose or fell with the ability to read an enemy’s ki, simulators were almost useless.
Leaving Heliane and Calsira behind, he headed for a quiet corner to idle away the hours on his Bio Device. On the way toward something resembling a break room he nearly collided with Beatrix, who was moving with a squad of Imperial Guards.
"Greetings."
"Mm. You as well."
Jincheon, who normally greeted her with a sly drawl, this time offered a crisp salute and formal speech. Beatrix returned the courtesy, and the two brushed past each other without further words.
"Looks like the Captain properly put him in his place on that deserted island."
"He got cocky relying on the Dowager Empress’s favoritism alone."
The guards, ignorant of the true story, assumed Beatrix had thoroughly disciplined Jincheon during their island exile. Nothing else explained the sudden change in his demeanor.
"Ahem. Even if he looks like that, he got caught up helping to save me. After talking with him on the island I realized his personality’s a bit sly, but he’s not a bad sort."
When you have a free moment, bathroom. Your pussy must have been lonely all this time, right?
"Ugh…"
Jincheon’s voice transmission slid into her mind and Beatrix’s face flooded crimson. While teaching her martial arts on the island he had also passed on the basics of telepathy. She could not yet use it herself, but at least she no longer startled when it arrived.
"Captain?"
"What is it?"
"Ah—nothing. I have a small errand. Go on ahead."
The patrol had only been a light check of discipline anyway. Beatrix turned on her heel and made for the restrooms. Whether talent or the constant intake of Jincheon’s seed had sharpened her senses, she could now feel Inner Qi; she followed the thread of his energy without hesitation.
She entered the men’s facility and opened the farthest stall. The instant she saw Jincheon standing there with arms spread, Beatrix threw herself against him and kissed him with raw hunger.
"Haum! Hwuup!"
While their mouths locked he casually shut and bolted the door, then prolonged the wet, messy kiss.
"Puhah…! Haa… haat…!"
"A little intense, don’t you think?"
He ended the kiss with a mild rebuke, yet he understood perfectly.
Ten days without tasting my cock—she must be ready to die for it.
Women who had once felt Jincheon’s cock never escaped that pleasure. Beatrix’s once-sharp eye corners softened, her fierce gaze curved into crescent moons, and a seductive smile touched her lips as she panted her answer.
"You bastard. Ten whole days and you never called me once?"
"We were both busy. The second Gareld was repaired I slapped the parts on, ran performance tests, and worked to get my pilot’s edge back."
His hand clamped hard on her ass.
"Heut!"
Pressed close enough to share heartbeats, Jincheon kneaded the firm flesh. Imperial Guard uniforms—men’s and women’s alike—were tight yet flexible trousers that naturally outlined every curve. He peeled pants and panties down until they hung at her ankles.
"Already soaked? Did you get wet the moment I called, or have you been dripping this whole time?"
"Sh-shut up! Skip the lectures and just—!"
Creak. Footsteps. Footsteps.
The outer door opened and boots approached. Beatrix clamped her mouth shut and prayed the newcomer would leave quickly. Jincheon had no intention of waiting.
He seized her waist, turned her to face the stall door, and pulled her hips back. Then he freed his own cock—already rigid—and Beatrix’s lips worked soundlessly as she shook her head.
Are you insane!? Not now!
Her expression alone made the words clear.
"Shh."
He breathed the quiet signal against her ear, gripped her pelvis, and drove into her pussy.
Schlick… schliick…!
"~~~~~!!"
Slow insertion brought the head against her womb entrance; roughly five centimeters of shaft still remained outside.
Oh. Her walls are clamping down hard.
Whether shame at possible discovery or the sheer relief of cock after ten days caused the greedy squeeze, he could not tell.
He did not stop. Both hands crushed the breasts straining against her white uniform.
Schlick. Schlick. Schliick.
"Nngh…! Unngh…!!"
Jincheon rolled his hips carefully, keeping his pubic bone from slamming her ass. Sounds he would normally ignore now thundered in Beatrix’s ears; discovery would be catastrophic.
Schlick. Schlickschlick.
He worked only the flooded inner flesh, and she muffled herself with both hands while pleasure rolled through her.
Harder… pound me harder…! Slap my ass until it bruises…!
Even as she fought to silence her moans she ached for him to thrash her hips. A wild desire rose in her: to declare them lovers openly and take his cock without caring who saw.
Whoosh—
The soldier finished, flushed, and left. The moment the door closed, Beatrix’s passive restraint shattered. She braced both hands on the stall door and began rocking her own ass back onto him.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Hnnngh! More! Fuck me harder!"
"Someone could walk in any second."
"I don’t care—hurry!"
The face that twisted over her shoulder no longer belonged to a knight of the imperial house; it was the face of a female who had tasted true pleasure.
While her back was turned Jincheon quietly rewrote the security protocols and projected an “Under Maintenance” hologram across the bathroom entrance. He still had not told Beatrix about his bond with Eirin. In her mind his women were only Heliane, Calsira, and herself.
We need to focus on this war. Revealing that Eirin and I are husband and wife can wait until after.
In a few days the final battle that would decide Giranlek’s future would begin. Shock at that revelation could shatter Beatrix’s concentration, cost her a fatal mistake, and hand her life to the enemy.
Thwack!
With privacy secured, Jincheon snapped his hips with full force, driving his flesh hard against her ass.
"Aaaang~~♡"
Sweet, unrestrained moans she had never dared let anyone hear flooded the empty bathroom.
For hours afterward he carved into her pussy and flooded her with seed. She never once wondered why no one else entered; she was too busy drowning in pleasure.