High-Level Training and Shared Heat
Thud-thud-thud!
Across the vast training space, Calsira’s Gareld—synced to the training holograms—sprinted and leapt.
“Hup!”
She snapped her sights onto a mecha that burst from behind a rock formation and fired the training laser rifle.
Fwoom!
The holographic laser punched straight through the enemy mecha’s torso and shredded it. Yet Calsira did not linger in the satisfaction of dropping a training target. She immediately kicked the boosters and dropped into low-altitude evasion.
Pssshhh!
A lance of laser fire scythed through the exact spot she had just vacated. Even as she skimmed the ground, Calsira’s Gareld spun toward the source of the shot and answered with a rifle blast of her own.
KRA-KOOM!
The final ambush unit perched on the cliff face went down. The end-of-training message flashed across her monitor, and every hologram winked out.
“Phew…”
Having cleared a high-level scenario without taking a single hit, Calsira was sheened with a fine sweat from pure concentration. The nano-suit’s temperature regulation kept it to that; without it she would have been soaked through.
“Finally… I actually cleared it.”
Now that she had grown comfortable with the Gareld, Calsira had thrown herself into serious training. First the basic drills to map every performance envelope, then the composite range where holographic battlefields let her fight as if it were real combat. Even after finishing a high-level run unscathed, no real sense of triumph showed on her face.
I can’t be satisfied with this. Jincheon is right behind me, closing the gap.
Jincheon’s own skill had been climbing at a frightening pace; he had already reached the composite range. Surprisingly, his scores there were mediocre. Everything was pure hologram—no substance, no killing intent—so his combat senses simply could not lock onto the attacks. Forced to abandon the pure instinct that had always carried him, he had no choice but to build fundamentals the hard way. Even so, the rate at which he absorbed those fundamentals far exceeded the ordinary; he was already operating at regular-soldier level. Once real combat reawakened his hyper-senses, every foundation he was laying now would explode into a massive multiplier.
Finished with her session, Calsira headed for the hangar to rest and nearly collided with another Gareld coming the other way.
“Ah…!”
The moment she saw it she flinched, an awkward expression stealing over her face. They had already met; she could not simply pretend otherwise. She opened a channel and offered a careful greeting.
“Um… hello…”
The opposing Gareld hesitated. Then a hologram window bloomed and the pilot’s face appeared.
—Y-yeah… hi…—
Heliane looked every bit as awkward as Calsira felt.
After she had surrendered her name to Jincheon and Calsira, Heliane had spent several more days under intensive “training” until pleasure completely broke her; she had become one of Jincheon’s women. Once he confirmed her heart had fully yielded, he issued her a Gareld of her own and ordered her to train. Fortunately the Gelagon she had previously piloted used nearly identical controls, so the familiarization period passed quickly. Having four arms reduced to two felt empty, but beyond that there was little trouble.
Even so, days later the two women still could not look each other properly in the eye.
S-so embarrassing…! Why did I do that back then?! I was crazy, crazy, crazy!!
Calsira’s mind flashed back to the moment she had shoved her hand into Heliane’s ass and felt Jincheon’s cock through the thin membrane, the way Heliane’s womb had swollen with cum.
Nngh… my ass… still twitches…
Heliane, for her part, could not face Calsira without the same memories flooding back—especially the sweet, lingering throb in her rear that refused to let her forget the pleasure.
They exchanged their stiff greetings and passed each other like ships in the night.
Calsira docked her Gareld in its assigned bay and climbed down with a long sigh.
“Haaa…”
Lust had short-circuited her reason that day; the memory of what she had done still burned with shame.
“Pfft. Still can’t even look at each other? Should’ve held back a little.”
Jincheon, who had been performing contingency maintenance on the transport, watched the scene and snickered.
“I—I wasn’t in my right mind! And it only happened because of you, Jincheon!”
“Well? Sure, I was the root cause, but your own heart wanted it, didn’t it? That’s why you acted that way.”
“Auuugh!”
She wanted to argue, yet every word was painfully accurate; there was no defense left.
“Don’t worry so much. You’re going to be living face-to-face until you’re sick of it. You’ll get used to each other eventually.”
With that, Jincheon moved to service Calsira’s Gareld. He brought a wrench down hard on the foot plating—
CLANG!
—closed his eyes as if listening, then said,
“Hey. Joint wear on the legs is way too high.”
He had diagnosed the exact maintenance need in a single strike.
“I ran a high-level composite scenario. Lots of evasion maneuvers.”
“Maybe wait until you’re more comfortable before pushing that hard?”
“Don’t be a cheapskate. We can just swap joints from the spare Garelds sitting here. They’d last years.”
“Well… true enough.”
Calsira shot him a sharp look and headed for the transport to rest. Jincheon, still unimpressed by the holographic simulators, had turned his attention to maintenance instead. Already at master-craftsman skill, he lacked only knowledge; by tearing into the transport and mecha interiors he was stacking expertise at an absurd rate.
That ability of his is just ridiculous.
One tap with a wrench and he knew exactly which parts were worn or failing. No matter how long she spent around him, Calsira still could not find Jincheon’s limits. Walking toward the transport, she glanced at the Gareld frame he had personally disassembled piece by piece and could only stick out her tongue. Realizing once again how absurd it was to apply ordinary standards to a monster who could strip an entire mecha bare-handed in a few hours without heavy equipment.
Damn good machine. Several tiers above the Gelagon I used to fly in every category.
Heliane finished her own Gareld session and marveled at performance that far outstripped even the heavily customized Gelagon she had once piloted.
If only I’d known about this place earlier…
She wondered whether finding the base during her resistance days might have changed everything.
No. It wouldn’t have.
The resistance had already been rotting from within. This base would have done little more than slow the collapse.
“Hmm-hmm-hmm~”
Right on cue, Jincheon appeared, already moving to service her Gareld.
“Still the most eye-pleasing body no matter how many times I look.”
“Nngh…”
His gaze raked over her and a sweet throb pulsed between her legs. Any flicker of resentment melted like snow the instant that pleasant ache returned. She was wearing the nano-suit he had given her. She had worried four arms might cause problems, but synchronization completed without issue. The ultra-thin suit clung so tightly it somehow looked more erotic than full nudity.
“Heh. Already heating up? Your body is more lewd than I expected.”
“…Says the one who made it this way…”
She muttered the complaint, yet every drop of venom had drained from her voice.
As previously noted, Orobece were fiercely proud and extremely cautious about choosing a mate. Once they chose—for any reason—they stayed until death, for better or worse. The moment pleasure broke her and she gave Jincheon her name, her instincts had recognized that she was now his woman. It still felt awkward at first, but time (and being held by him) would make it natural. Every woman Jincheon had claimed through pleasure had started exactly the same way.
Suddenly he seized her waist, pulled her flush against him, and leaned in.
“Ah…”
Refusal was no longer an option. The wild, masculine scent rolling off his body made Heliane’s face slowly turn pale—not from illness, but because Orobece blood is white; the Terran flush of arousal simply manifested as a whitening of the skin.
Jincheon kissed her with a gentleness that made all his earlier brutality seem like a lie, leading her tongue in a slow, languid dance.
“Mmm… haah…”
Why is he being gentle…?
Heliane had endured his savage, beast-like ravaging with her entire body. Precisely because she had grown used to that violence, this soft approach made her feel it even more intensely. Her four arms, which had flailed in confusion at first, now wrapped fully around him.
“I really like this.”
“Hah… like what?”
“The way you hold me with every arm. If it were just duty you’d only use two. Using all four means it’s real. Feels good.”
“Nngh…!”
Whether he knew the custom or had simply stumbled into it, he had perfectly grasped Orobece culture. They used only the shoulder arms for obligatory greetings; sincere affection or greeting always employed all four.
“Tonight’s your turn.”
“I… I know.”
Jincheon summoned the two women to his bed on alternating nights.
“How should I take you tonight? Pound that womb until it rings? Or go for the ass again?”
“D-don’t say things like that…”
“Heh heh heh. Already wet, aren’t you? Looking forward to it.”
Alternating nights meant one day of rest—but that rest day had become pure torment. Her body, thoroughly developed by Jincheon’s cock, now craved pleasure without cease. By deliberately leaving her untouched for a full day he made the hunger build naturally; when he finally took that starved body, she transformed from woman into pure bitch in a single breath.
“We’ll decide how when the time comes.”
With that he walked off to service her Gareld.
“Haa… nngh…”
The thought of being held by him tonight made her womb throb. Already the unpleasant sense of having been conquered had been overwritten by the pure pleasure only a woman could feel.
Night fell.
The transport had two crew cabins. Though small, a transport needed space for personnel, so both existed. Each cabin could house a dozen people; the plan was to strip one out for cargo once they reached open space. For now, because Calsira and Heliane still could not face each other, both cabins remained in use.
Heliane shrank her nano-suit and walked to Jincheon’s room. She pressed the switch. The door slid open—
Whoosh!
“Hup?!”
A thick wave of lewd scent slammed into her nostrils. Her knees nearly buckled.
“W-wha… ah?”
“……”
Between Jincheon’s spread thighs, Calsira—startled by the sudden opening—locked eyes with her.
“D-didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well tonight…?”
“Did I?”
Heliane blinked in confusion before the situation clicked.
“You really are a bastard.”
“I hate watching my women act all awkward and avoid each other.”
The short exchange told Calsira everything. The memory of losing her mind to the smell of cum was still vivid; she desperately tried not to meet Heliane’s gaze.
Jincheon casually shoved Calsira’s shoulder, creating space between his thighs. His thick cock—still dry, just about to receive its first service—twitched hungrily.
“If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”
“……”
Heliane could not tear her eyes from the cock that seemed to beckon her.
No matter how uncomfortable…
If she walked away now she would never control the throbbing of her own body. So she followed Jincheon’s silent invitation and crawled into the space between his open legs.
Two beautiful alien bitches—one crimson-skinned, one soft violet—knelt together between his thighs.
Heh. Now this is a view I like.
Jincheon smiled at a sight too exotic for mere words, and his cock swelled even harder, proudly displaying just how aroused he was.