The Trap Is Set
Soponsul took hold perfectly. I was a little worried since it's been so long.
After deliberately letting a sound slip free and confirming that the soldier under Soponsul had followed his orders to the letter, Jincheon turned his attention back to Calsira's condition.
"Hah… haah……. He's… gone……?"
She stared blankly, still reeling from the sudden appearance of a soldier who had stopped her from leaving.
Wait—that soldier in the first place…?
All kinds of questions tried to surface in her mind, but something cut them short.
Slurp~
"Nngh~!"
The moment her tension eased and sensation flooded back, Jincheon sucked down her love juices.
"Haaah~ Delicious. More tart than a Terran woman's—addictively so."
"Nnh……!"
Calsira bit her lip, shame burning through her as Jincheon casually appraised the taste of her vaginal fluids.
Lick~
"Kihit!"
But he followed up by sweeping the tip of his tongue over her clitoris, reshaping her expression into exactly the look he preferred.
Good. She's definitely being developed.
No matter how lewd a body might be, it was impossible for someone to become this sensitive from so little. Right now, the inner energy Jincheon had poured into Calsira through Sex Cultivation was reshaping her into a body that felt pleasure far more readily—which was why this was even possible.
If I used my full power she'd turn lewd in an instant, but that would be no fun. Nothing delights the eye quite like a woman's face as she resists pleasure and slowly corrupts.
As noted, he was using Sex Cultivation—but he had no intention of going all out. After centuries without a woman, conquering her in a single stroke would be far too dull.
"Hah-hnn… th-that's… enough… I'm satisfied… so stop……."
Convinced he must be content by now, Calsira tried to push Jincheon's body away and pull her suit back on.
Instead, Jincheon suddenly yanked her into a crushing embrace.
"Kyah!? That's enou—mmph!"
His arms locked completely around her back so neither of hers could move, and he thrust his tongue straight into the lips that had been about to snap at him.
"Mmnngh!"
Pinned and helpless, Calsira could only endure as Jincheon toyed with her tongue one-sidedly.
Wh-what is this taste……!?
Worse, he had shoved in the same tongue that had just been sucking her pussy—so she could taste her own love juices. Experiencing that flavor for the first time sent a strange, throbbing ache through her lower belly.
Slurp— suck—
Ah… no……! Not… that deep……!
As his tongue pushed deep into her mouth and caressed her own, Calsira squeezed her eyes shut against the pleasure and trembled all over.
I… can't… resist…….
A body that already knew pleasure could not fight back when a tongue worked it with just the right pressure. Reduced to little more than prey caught by a predator, all Calsira could do was take the one-sided assault, the aftershocks of her climax only heightening every sensation.
Squeeze!
"Khh-huuung!"
Suddenly Jincheon dropped the arms holding her and began kneading her springy ass with a hard, wringing grip. A sweet moan slipped out of Calsira in a moment that should have brought only pain—and she felt his hands climb higher. With her ass seized so firmly her toes barely touched the ground, she could feel a searing heat near her crotch.
She forced her kissed face as far down as she could and looked—and confirmed it. His cock stood fully erect, aimed straight at her pussy. A cock customized in both size and girth specifically for her.
"Puhah……! Stop it……! Someone's really going to hear us……!"
A soldier had already come by moments ago. Barely freed from the kiss, Calsira shook her head desperately.
"Heh. If that happens, wouldn't we be half-officially husband and wife?"
"Who would ever take a man like you as a husba—!"
She bristled at the pure nonsense coming out of his mouth and started to snap back—
Shlick!
"Kih-kkuut……!"
—when the hands gripping her ass yanked her down hard, and he buried himself inside her in a single thrust.
Calsira bit her lip and barely managed to choke back the moan.
Th-this position… is… dangerous…….
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ahk! Kihk! Hn-hnn!"
Every time her body jolted, Jincheon's strength and her own weight amplified the impact of his cock exponentially.
I have to… muffle the sounds……!
Hand strength alone wouldn't hold the moans back. She needed something solid to bite down on.
That was when her eyes landed on his broad, thick shoulders. The dread of being discovered—of feeling a shame so absolute she'd want to die—drove her. Half out of spite, Calsira threw her arms around Jincheon's back and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
She succeeded in smothering the moans that tore free every time he slammed her body up and down. But holding that position meant she had to cling to him of her own accord. Where before it had at least felt like she was being forced, now the whole scene reeked of mutual consent.
Slap!
"Biting my shoulder to hold back your moans? Let's see how long you can last."
"Khh-hnnngh!"
Even with a Zabalcan's jaw strength—overwhelmingly greater than a Terran's—clamped on his shoulder, Jincheon's easy smile never wavered. If anything, he drew his hips back long and far, then drove up into her with a brutal thrust. The rebound forced Calsira to clutch him even tighter, locking her into a lewd pose of pressing herself against a man's body.
Unaware that a qi barrier was already sealing off every sound, Calsira clung to the single thought that she must not be heard—and desperately fought to keep her moans inside.
The next day, early afternoon.
"They're here. Matches the intel."
"Fall back."
Scouts who had spotted a mecha entering a thinning stretch of forest—along with the infantry escorting it—through their binoculars moved fast. They slipped through the undergrowth with a silent, fluid grace that suggested they knew exactly how not to spook the wildlife.
"They're coming."
"How many?"
"The Horned Empress and two squads of battle suits loaded with heavy firepower. Exactly as Jurog's intel said."
A small mountain sat along the Zabalcan Empire force's route of advance. Behind it, resistance fighters had poured every resource they had into an armed ambush—so the scouts relayed the news to their waiting comrades.
"The Horned Empress—you're certain?"
Heliane spoke up then, clad in a pilot suit fitted to her species. Her voice was quiet, but fury seethed in her eyes, ready to erupt at any second.
"Th-the paint pattern matched the Horned Empress, yes."
"ETA?"
"Uh… barring something unexpected like animals attacking, about one to two hours?"
"I see."
Hearing the scout's report, Heliane looked ready to charge out on the spot.
"Heliane."
"I know."
Gronel tried to calm her just in case—but her mind had gone startlingly, almost unnervingly cold, even to herself.
"This is the last chance to take the Horned Empress. If we let this slip, I won't be able to face my father."
"Understood. I'd love to support you properly, but……."
"They're armed with new-model battle suits. Just hold out until I can bring the Horned Empress down."
According to Jurog's intelligence, the infantry of the Zabalcan relic expedition wore the latest battle suits powered by compact fusion engines. Permanent power sources, high output from nuclear fusion—stronger and faster than any other battle suit. On top of that, the suits came loaded with recoil-control systems, weapon-targeting systems, posture stabilizers, waste-processing units, life-support systems, and more: ultra-luxury specs. In other words, once you put one on, you theoretically never had to take it off until you died. And because they used the same alloys as mechas, ordinary firepower couldn't scratch them. Their only real shortcoming—if you could even call a missing feature a shortcoming—was the complete lack of a shield generator.
Against opponents like that, a resistance force whose only advantage was numbers would be hard-pressed just to hold the line. But Gronel offered her an easy smile.
"Don't worry too much. We've got Kunlo on our side."
Kunlo—stronger and more agile than even a bio-enhanced soldier—would shine in infantry combat. This was the payoff for greenlighting his recruitment over Jurog's objections.
"True. Kunlo will be a huge help."
Heliane, expecting great things from the man who shared her eyes of a fellow avenger, looked elsewhere. There she could see Kunlo among the ambush positions, helping his comrades prepare the surprise attack.
"See you alive, Heliane."
"Yeah. See you alive."
Gronel clapped her on the shoulder and went to make his own preparations.
Father…….
Left alone, Heliane steeled her resolve as she recalled memories of the father the Horned Empress had killed.
I'm sorry, Gronel. For diluting the joy of the victory you all deserve.
She knew full well her skill fell short of the Horned Empress—in both machine performance and pilot ability. She could not defeat the First Princess. Maybe if a trap blew off a foot at the start… but with the resistance's current supplies, they couldn't build a trap with that kind of firepower. In the end, the best option available to a woman lacking in both skill and hardware was mutual destruction.
I'm sorry, Father. But this was the only choice left to me.
The father she knew would have told her not to chase revenge—to live a life of her own. But for a woman who could not contain her hatred of the First Princess, no other path was visible. Today, either she would die or the Horned Empress would die. Someone had to.
Having hardened her resolve, Heliane stretched and kept her body in peak condition until the moment she boarded her mecha.
Thud— Thud—
"Nnh……."
Riding in her mecha, Calsira let out a soft moan as the vibrations climbed up through the seat.
My lower half keeps throbbing with every jolt…….
The pussy and womb Jincheon had thoroughly worked over the day before were being gently stimulated by the machine's vibrations.
Haa… how did things end up like this?
She had expected that agreeing to become Jincheon's woman would mean sex. But she had never imagined being taken like that, at a timing like that.
And… is it supposed to feel this good……?
At first there had been revulsion. But as time wore on, pleasure had taken over until her mind went blank white. Every time that massive cock filled her cunt and stabbed up into her womb, all she could do was whimper with no resistance at all. If she had been restrained and raped by force, she could at least have that as an excuse—but her strength had drained away from pure pleasure, leaving her unable to fight back, and that only tangled her feelings further.
And… he was so broad and solid. And warm.
Yesterday, pressed body to body, she had been held against Jincheon's firm chest. For some reason, being wrapped in his arms had felt pleasantly solid and warm—something close to a sense of safety, as if that embrace could shield her from any danger.
A little cool, even… wait. What am I thinking!? That man raped me!
Finding the man who raped her attractive. She was hanging off a cliff's edge and clearly craving something—anything—to cling to. Fine. But wanting to depend on a man like that?
If I survive this, I'm taking a break even if I have to force it…….
Judging herself cornered enough that even rational thought was failing her, Calsira banished the distractions and focused on the main monitor.
Beep! KRA-BOOM!
"Nnh!?"
A cable rigged at ankle height on the mecha snapped—and an explosion went off.
A trap!
The blast knocked the mecha off-balance for a moment, but Calsira calmly fired the posture-control thrusters and stabilized.
Just some outer armor stripped off!
That the balance correction had been so easy meant the damage wasn't serious.
Incoming!
The same instinct that had kept her alive through every crisis until now started screaming.
KRA-BOOM!
She reflexively raised the shield mounted on her left arm—just as a shell slammed into it and detonated.
KRAAAAA!
With radar unusable and the blast smoke blotting out her vision, she used the right-side booster and thrusters to shift the machine and clear her line of sight. When she did, Calsira spotted a four-armed mecha—lean and sharp overall—discarding a large-caliber launcher, deploying its boosters, and charging straight at her.
A Gellagon? An Orobece, then?
Seeing a Gellagon—a machine built exclusively for the four-armed Orobece race—Calsira kept her guard up. Her modified Bodencander vastly outclassed it in raw performance, but Orobece warriors were infamous for being vicious to a one.