Until Being by My Side Is Happiness
"Th-this is… Ahhnn—!"
The moment they stepped inside the ship and Calsira caught sight of the mecha, she tried to speak—only for the fingers stirring deep in her anus to wrench a sob from her throat instead.
"I know what this is too. A Calsorn Empire training mecha—Gareld."
A featureless metal-gray chassis, its rectangular frame scored by panel lines where the armor plates met. A single mono-eye, and plating thick enough to look almost overbuilt for a balanced-type unit—a mecha whose beauty lay entirely in pure function.
Jincheon, who had scraped together every scrap of knowledge related to mechas he could find, recognized the machine at once.
A Calsorn Empire balanced-type mecha: Gareld.
Mechas were ranked by overall performance—output, mobility, reaction limits, and more. The scale ran from F to S. An F-class unit barely met the definition of a mecha at all, its actual combat power pitifully weak. An S-class, piloted by a true ace, could become a one-man army—and that rank belonged almost exclusively to Calsorn Empire machines.
Most nations fielded standard military mechas in the E-to-C range. Anything higher tended to be custom units or one-off machines built with cost thrown out the window in the pure pursuit of performance.
Gareld, despite being a training mecha, sat at C-class—the highest rank among mass-produced frames. Outstanding balance, a chassis open to every kind of modification, and raw output strong enough to support heavy armament: it could perform on any battlefield. Ordinary training mechas were E-class. The gap between Calsorn technology and the rest of the galaxy could hardly have been illustrated more clearly.
When first rediscovered, Gareld had been rated B-class; only the advance of modern technology had pushed it down to C. For reference, the Gelagon Heliane had used was D-class, while Calsira's modified Bordenkender sat around B-class.
Leaving this behind means they were either in a complete panic… or they had something better and didn't need to bother taking it.
Arguing now over why Calsorn soldiers had abandoned it would produce no clues. Debate without evidence was nothing but empty time-killing.
Not just a mecha—there's a whole ship. If this goes well, we can leave this planet!
Food, water, a mecha, and a vessel stocked with the equipment that mecha used—Jincheon was visibly more excited than usual. At last he would be able to enjoy the mecha-versus-mecha combat he had been craving. He would need a proper test run to be certain, but anything from the Calsorn Empire ought to function without major trouble.
Over there…!
Heliane, who had been following in silence, fixed her gaze on one particular spot. Laser rifles were racked for the ship's crew. Calsorn laser rifles, unlike ordinary models, combined superior firepower with excellent energy efficiency—and they could fire on full auto.
No matter how monstrous his strength is, a laser rifle ought to…!
She had just confirmed that Jincheon's physical ability was monstrous, but even so, she refused to believe he was a monster who could bounce laser fire off his bare body.
Meanwhile, Jincheon had secured everything he needed most. His attention turned naturally toward Calsira and Heliane. Both of them were pilots who had already handled mechas.
In that case, I'll have to make them companions on my journey.
"J-Jincheon…?"
Calsira felt an involuntary chill at the way he was looking down at her.
He wants me…
A man like Jincheon was easy to read. Most people hid their true desires behind manners, hypocrisy, lies, or kindness—that was the basic social skill of living among others. He made no effort to conceal his heart at all. Like a beast, he simply took what he wanted, coveted it, and devoured it. And if anyone refused or tried to stop him, he bared his fangs all the harder.
Squelch!
"Hahnn—!"
"Kyahu—!"
Greed fully unveiled, Jincheon put real force into his fingers and scraped along their inner walls. Ordinarily he would have watched their reactions, savored them, then stopped—but not this time.
Squelch-squelch! Drip…
"Ahhk—!"
"Hnghh—!"
All playfulness was gone. This was a hand devoted solely to making women come.
My mouth… the moans… I can't hold them back…!
Every thrust into her anus tore sounds from Calsira she could not control. Only the elastic nano-suit, acting as a kind of armor, let her cling to a shred of sanity.
I can't let this continue…!
If she kept moving with Jincheon, this treatment would never end. She had promised her body, yes—but a woman's instinct was screaming that she must not give him any more of herself. Accepting this pleasure would turn her into something other than the "self" she had been until now. That crisis pressed in on her.
I'll apologize later!
The result was resistance.
"Kh—haaah!"
In a single instant Calsira poured every scrap of focus into a back-spin elbow.
Thud!
Got him!
She felt her elbow drive cleanly into Jincheon's face. She could not give him time to don a nano-suit. She had to follow up and pin him down—
Squelch-grind!
"Kihii—!?"
The moment she threw the elbow and tried to pull free of the hand buried in her anus, his index finger scraped her walls with a force unlike anything before.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Hauwaaah~~~!"
His finger began to stir obscenely deeper inside her, and Calsira's rebellion was crushed in an instant.
"That would be a breach of contract. Didn't you say you'd be my woman if I spared you?"
An elbow from a Zabalcan wearing a state-of-the-art nano-suit was a murder weapon. Even a "gentle" restraining blow would shatter bone; with killing intent, it would blow a chunk out of any species' body. Jincheon took the hit with an easy smile and only intensified the assault on Calsira's anus.
Grind! Squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Ah-ang! Hnngh…!"
"Honestly, trading things by contract never sat right with me. To me, a woman isn't something you contract for—she's something you conquer. Like this."
"Fuhwaaahng~~~!"
Pleasure flooding through her anus turned Calsira knock-kneed; her whole body trembled.
Slip!
In that moment, with his attention off her and the pleasure gone, Heliane worked free of her ropes and slipped away. Harsh resistance life had taught her how to undo bindings.
Click!
She seized two laser rifles, split them between her upper and lower arms, and quickly checked for power packs.
They're loaded!
A silent cheer rose in her chest. She flicked off the safeties and leveled both muzzles at Jincheon.
"Die!"
She would have loved to make him scream first, but she judged she could not give him time. She opened fire at once, raking head and body.
Pichichichiching!
Short, rapid laser bursts streaked toward Jincheon faster than any hybrid gun.
Sizzle! Sizzle-sizzle!
The beams vanished half a centimeter from his skin, as if striking something invisible.
"You monster bastard…!"
From Heliane's frontal view it looked as if he were simply absorbing the lasers into his body; she called him a monster in raw panic.
Even this doesn't work? What the hell is this guy!?
Her mind spun. If she could not kill Jincheon, she would at least avenge her father. She swung the muzzles toward Calsira.
"…! …"
Calsira flinched at the barrels turning on her—then closed her eyes without trying to dodge, as if telling Heliane to shoot if she meant to.
—I know. Saying something like this doesn't mean you'll forgive me. That would be absurd. But I still wanted to apologize.
—I'm selfish, aren't I? Apologizing one-sidedly just to ease my own heart a little.
At the same time, Heliane's mind filled with the image of Calsira smiling weakly, accepting her rage.
Struggle! Beg to live! Run like a filthy coward! Look at me with terrified eyes! Don't just give up like that!!
If Calsira had clung to life in some ugly way—if she had tried to survive by some base means—if she had made excuses because she did not want to die—Heliane could have pulled the trigger that instant.
Knowing what Calsira had been through, she hesitated. Her finger would not move.
Thud!
"Ah…"
Jincheon appeared behind Heliane at near-teleport speed and struck the back of her neck with a knife-hand. As her strength failed and she collapsed, he caught her and looked at the laser rifles still clutched in her hands.
Those laser rifles really do pack a punch. Even I would get punched through if one actually hit me.
He had deliberately allowed her escape to test their power, and even his body could not tank a direct hit. That surprised him a little.
But as long as they don't hit, it doesn't matter.
Even so, he had no intention of rewriting his "calling card." Body and Inner Qi both already transcended the human scale; he walked around with protective qi dense enough that lasers could not pierce it, running at a near-passive level.
One thing confirmed.
This incident had taught him something else.
She's vicious, but fundamentally good-natured.
That applied not only to Heliane, who had hesitated to fire, but to Calsira as well. Calsira had understood and accepted Heliane's desire for revenge; Heliane, faced with that acceptance, had been unable to shoot. A chain reaction born of fundamentally decent natures.
Even in Murim I had wives who started out bound by mutual enmity.
Renowned masters of the Orthodox Sects and the Demonic Cult. Ideologies and temperaments that made mutual understanding impossible. Grudges piled high until they were enemies who had to kill each other. He had broken them with his cock, dragged them through hardship and journey after journey, and they had become as close as sisters. Fighting back-to-back, serving one man together—that had forged the bond. But at root, it had only been possible because their natures were good.
Jincheon resolved to make Calsira and Heliane into that kind of pair.
First, though—time to start training the one over there.
Imprint the pleasure of his cock. Conversation could come after. He set Heliane down and walked toward Calsira.
"…May I ask just one thing?"
"You may."
Calsira spoke to the man who had casually knocked Heliane unconscious even after the laser rifles had fired.
"How far do you intend to make us fall?"
Jincheon answered with a satisfied smile.
"Until you regard being by my side as the supreme happiness."
"You really are… the worst kind of man."
"Everyone says that at first."
She had poured everything into that elbow and he had not even flinched. Resistance was meaningless. She could not even form the thought of stopping him as he came down over her body.