Unable to Hate
Heliane lay collapsed face-down.
Her plump, pale-violet buttocks were filthy with streaks of pure white semen.
After more than three or four hours of relentless pounding by that massive cock, her anus showed no sign of closing.
"Hahk… Hihh…"
With every ragged breath the owner of those hips took, her ass rose and fell in tiny, involuntary motions — a sight that only stoked a man's excitement further.
"Hoo~ That was satisfying. And I even got an unexpected bonus out of it."
An Orobece woman's asshole was the finest anal pussy he had ever felt.
Jincheon wiped his crotch clean with a bedsheet and smiled down at the collapsed Heliane.
"From now on, I'll give that shit-hole of yours special care. Look forward to it."
The line was designed to provoke rage, but Heliane — completely broken by pleasure — couldn't manage a single reply.
Pfft— Pffft-pfft—
No longer able to control the muscles of her lower body, she expelled the heated, jelly-like viscous semen in wet, gurgling pulses, accompanied by a fart.
"Damn, she's completely out of it. Rest for now."
Satisfied by the small puddle of semen forming from her anus, Jincheon stepped outside.
That was refreshing~ Time to go train with the mecha.
Deciding to train with Gareld until Heliane recovered her senses, he ran into Calsira, who had just returned from her timely exploration of the base.
"You're back. Any special problems?"
"No. Fortunately there weren't any critical classified zones or anything like that, so I had free pass wherever I went."
Thanks to the nano-suit, Calsira had moved quickly while scouting the interior of the base and reported that she had met no interference.
"But most of the supplies had either been taken or gathered and organized at the supply depot, so I couldn't find anything special."
"Then the supplies we found are everything, huh."
Several months' worth of food and water.
For reference, that "several months" included Heliane in the projected range.
I should give the two of them some time alone first.
Convinced that Calsira held the key to conquering Heliane, Jincheon made a request he didn't strictly need to make.
"I'll keep doing mecha adaptation training, so I'd like you to bring a meal to that Orobece bitch."
Then he mixed in a convenient excuse.
"If I bring it myself, I'm pretty sure I'll just start round two on the spot. Her body is great, but that asshole of hers is especially incredible. I could get addicted if I'm not careful, you know?"
"Haa. Fine."
Jincheon demonstrated the magic of making an excuse that didn't sound like an excuse.
If anyone else had said it, it would have sounded like nonsense — but because it was Jincheon, the persuasion landed with immediate, undeniable force.
"Don't go wrecking the Garelds outside or anything."
"Don't worry. One punching bag is enough."
Which ultimately meant he was going to destroy one of them.
Well, that can't be helped.
You only learned where and how to apply force by actually breaking something while piloting a mecha.
He had said he would dismantle the Garelds for spare parts, but the transport ship wasn't infinitely large — dismantling two or three Garelds would fill it completely.
In other words, the remaining Garelds could be disposed of however he liked.
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~"
Humming an unidentifiable tune, Jincheon left the transport ship, boarded his Gareld, and fired up the engine.
Once the engine was fully running, he lifted one of the Garelds that had been standing at attention, locked it in place, and began practicing close combat in various styles.
Part of it was getting used to the mecha, but Jincheon's real interest was confirming whether he could use martial arts through a mecha — and so a noisy racket echoed through the area.
Meanwhile, Calsira carried a tray loaded with retort meals and a water jug toward the other crew cabin where Heliane was confined.
"I'm coming in."
She signaled from outside first, then entered — and couldn't help frowning.
Ugh… the smell…
The reek of semen was strong enough to make her head spin.
Throb!
"Hnn…"
Jincheon's semen, laced with aphrodisiac components, possessed the power to arouse a "woman" by scent alone.
If the spaceship had been running, the air circulators would have vented the smell — but of course the transport was powered down, so there was nowhere for the semen stench to go.
"…"
Heliane, who had been collapsed, seemed to have regained her senses after Jincheon left. She sat in the corner with her head bowed.
If not for the light, it would have looked like a scene from a horror movie — that ominous.
"I brought food."
"…"
Calsira approached and set the tray down in front of her, but Heliane gave no reaction.
She was toyed with nonstop until I got back.
Her body was covered in semen everywhere. A wide puddle of semen had spread across the floor. Something like this couldn't happen in a short time.
…I can't leave her like this.
Calsira tore a clean bedsheet into a makeshift towel and wet it with water.
"I'll clean you up."
"…Don't need it…"
Fortunately, she hadn't been shocked into complete silence.
"If the semen dries like that, it'll leave a sticky feeling."
"I said I don't need it…"
Heliane insisted she didn't need it, but Calsira thought she couldn't leave her like this and stepped closer.
"Uwaah!"
"Ugh!?"
The moment Calsira came within a certain distance, Heliane lunged in a sudden attack.
But Calsira, wearing the nano-suit, easily overpowered her with sheer strength.
She pinned all four arms with one of her own, then used her free hand to seize Heliane's shoulder and force her upper body down.
"Kugh!"
"Don't bother resisting. As you know, I'm wearing a nano-suit…"
Shhk!
Skritch-scratch!
Calsira tried to calm her, but Heliane thrashed her wrists and raked her nails across Calsira's face as she leaned down.
The attack was simply nullified by the shield.
"Calm down already!"
Thud!
Irritated by the continued resistance, Calsira slammed Heliane's shoulder into the floor with force.
"Krrgh! Uwaaaaaah!!"
Crack! Crrrack!
"!!"
Even with her arms pinned together above her, the resistance didn't stop.
She fought so violently that an unsettling sound even rang out from her shoulder.
At this rate she wouldn't stop resisting until her arm dislocated. But if Calsira released the hold, she would clearly keep attacking.
Her body is great, but that asshole of hers is especially incredible. I could get addicted if I'm not careful, you know?
At that moment, Jincheon's words flashed through her mind.
Crack! Snap-crack!
She hesitated briefly, but hearing the sounds from the arms grow even more violent, Calsira pinned Heliane's waist with her knee and reached her free hand downward.
Then she pushed her index and middle fingers into the anus that still hadn't fully closed after taking Jincheon's cock.
Schluup!
"Hikii!?"
The effect was tremendous.
Heliane, who had been thrashing violently, went completely limp and began trembling all over.
Just in case…
To make sure Heliane couldn't resist at all, Calsira clumsily stirred her fingers around inside.
"Khhaah! St… stop… stop it…!"
Precisely because it was clumsy, the random, forceful stirring intensely stimulated the hypersensitive anus.
Shiver— shiver—
Just a moment ago she was lunging at me like she wanted to kill me…
The person who had been radiating murderous intent regardless of whether her shoulder dislocated or not was now whimpering every time Calsira's fingers moved.
From that sight, Calsira felt a strange shiver — and a peculiar desire she had never experienced before.
N-no. Right now I just need to make her stay quiet.
"You'll stay still, won't you?"
"Hhk… hnnn…!"
Squish-squelch!
"Hhaaaaang!"
"You'll. Stay. Still. Right?"
"I… I under… stand…! I'll… stay… still… so…!"
"I heard Orobece people keep their promises well, so I'll trust you."
The anus that had been tamed by Jincheon into accepting pleasure forced words of surrender from Heliane's mouth.
More precisely, a promise not to fight — but still.
Confirming she had extracted the promise, Calsira withdrew her fingers and absently looked at them.
The fingers, coated in a slick, strange fluid, glistened in the light. A peculiar smell rose from them in faint wisps, traveling through her nose to her brain.
"…"
"Kh… you're heavy. What are you doing up there?"
"Ah, ah, yes! I'll move right now!"
Calsira, who had been blankly sensing the fluids and smell on her fingers, startled at Heliane's pained voice from beneath her knee and hurriedly got off.
Fortunately, because of the promise, Heliane didn't lunge at her like a possessed demon the way she had before.
"Ahem. Let's go back to the offer that got interrupted earlier. I'll clean you up…"
"Why aren't you killing me?"
"Huh?"
Calsira had been about to propose cleaning her body again. But Heliane cut her off with a question first.
She had grown suspicious of Calsira's behavior — not beating her, but instead trying to restrain her as carefully as possible.
"There's nothing good in it for you if you keep me alive."
"…"
"You've got a means of escape now, so you have a chance to throw away the identity of the Fourth Princess and live a new life."
Heliane paused briefly, then opened her mouth again.
"If you just kill me, you can completely free yourself from the grudges of the past. I even attacked you, so you can kill me and claim you accidentally used too much force while countering."
"…"
"Why aren't you killing me?"
Having listed every advantage she could gain by killing her, Heliane repeated the same question she had asked at the start.
But the weight carried by the first question and this one was different.
After organizing her thoughts for a moment, Calsira asked a question of her own before answering.
"Before that, let me ask one thing. If you answer this, I'll answer your question."
"Speak."
"How old were you when you first joined the war?"
"…Seventeen… I think. For reference, I'm twenty-four now."
She had fought against the Zabalcan for seven years.
Of course, those seven years included periods of ceasefire, but even then she had trained herself to bring down the enemy.
Having received the answer she wanted, Calsira crouched down beside Heliane, sensing this would be a long conversation, and began to speak.
"From the moment I learned my position, I never had a single moment of ease. In the end, I was pushed onto the battlefield at the age of a fresh adult by people who wanted me dead."
She darkened briefly as she recalled her bleak past.
"Every time I went out and killed an enemy, every time I sortied again after rest, I felt the frustration of being bound by invisible shackles. How long am I supposed to live like this before I die?"
From there, the dark atmosphere gradually brightened.
"But now it's different. I've been given the chance to cast off the unwanted title of Fourth Princess and live as my true self."
Calsira turned her gaze from straight ahead toward Heliane.
"I could feel it when I looked at you. That we're alike. Beings bound by our origins, our grudges, and so on — unable to find a future for ourselves, chained to war."
"…"
Heliane opened her mouth to refute Calsira's words, then closed it again.
The life I wanted… that was…
To become a guardian who protected her people as an Orobece warrior. And to become the strongest warrior and make her father proud.
But what was she doing now?
She had ground her life away and worn down her emotions on killing Zabalcans and Calsira out of revenge and hatred.
"I won't ask you to forgive me. I'll go ask Jincheon to drop me off on some suitable planet. So please live the life you wanted."
Calsira pitied Heliane, who like herself was trapped by something and unable to find her true self.
"If you still want revenge then, I'll accept it anytime. I'll leave the meal here."
Sensing the atmosphere wasn't right for cleaning her body, Calsira left the tray and stood up.
"If you don't eat, your body won't hold out. You have to eat."
With a final urging to take the meal, she went outside.
Heliane watched her back blankly, then quietly picked up the tray.
Clang! Kang! Kang-kang-kang!
Then she began slamming the tray down madly, pouring out her emotions in a frenzy.
"Uwaaah! Uwaaaaaaah!"
Screaming something that was neither quite a scream nor a sob, Heliane eventually dropped the tray, hugged her knees, and began to cry.
"Hhuk… Hwaaah!"
Calsira had truly been worried about her life and her future.
Having experienced being dragged along without living her own life or even knowing how to live it, she was cheering for Heliane not to walk the same path she had.
A kindness that couldn't be attributed to the arrogant, cruel, militaristic Zabalcan people.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Father… I just… I can't bring myself to hate that girl…!"
If only she had been a typical Zabalcan royal. If only she had been a human desperately making excuses to survive. If only she hadn't been so kind.
Calsira had only just begun walking her own path. Everything that had happened before was nothing more than following orders to stay alive, to not die.
To seek revenge on someone like that was as foolish as hating the weapon a murderer had swung.
Heliane shed endless tears at the reality that she could not hate the enemy who had killed her father.