The Infested Freighter
Despite Heliane's pleas, Jincheon pinned her waist down hard and twisted her left and right.
Slick—grind—slick—!
"Kiih-uuugh~~~~!"
The moment Jincheon's glans began rubbing against the ceiling of her womb, Heliane's body answered at once.
Ah… my insides… are being carved open……!
It felt as if her body would split clean in half with her womb as the fault line. That soft, untrainable place was being worked over by his cock, and Heliane reflexively tried to fight a pleasure she had never tasted before.
"I said stop for real……!"
Thrust—!
"Hahooot!!"
But Jincheon lifted her body once and dropped her, driving up into the roof of her womb. Heliane's tongue lolled out; her whole frame shuddered as she gushed.
The pleasure of having her womb ceiling stabbed had pushed her straight over the edge.
Thrust! Thrust!
Squelch! Squirt—!
"Ahg-euut! Hhaaaaang!"
Every time Jincheon's cock speared her cervical mouth, Heliane came again and sprayed.
I'm… dying……! I'm really… going to die……!
She had heard that too much pleasure could kill a person. She had never imagined she would be the one living it. Saliva-thickened moans tore out of her throat.
Grind—! Thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
"Hhoooooot! Oooohk!!"
Worse than the scraping of her vaginal walls was the way his cock focused everything on her forced-open cervix and the ceiling beyond it. The most precious place a woman had was being invaded, and Heliane began to howl like an animal.
"Heh heh heh. That's where our child is going to grow, so I'm going to train it properly."
"Hah-ut!"
At the words our child, the beastly howls sweetened.
Right—she's always been weak to that kind of talk.
Even the most shameless third-rate romance lines made her blush. Jincheon gripped her thighs, rocked her up and down, and spoke against her ear.
"Twins might come out of there, so we ought to train the womb too, don't you think?"
Thrust—!
"Hhaaaaang~~~!"
Just as expected, the voice that had been crying out in torment turned honey-sweet in a single stroke.
Sister… you're way too easy…….
Watching Heliane, Calsira—another woman herself—sighed inwardly at how completely she folded.
Squeeze—!
"Hauuut!"
Jincheon seized Heliane's breasts in both hands and mauled them out of shape. Once they had fit neatly in a single palm; now they spilled past his fingers, milk-heavy flesh bulging out the sides.
Slap! Grind—! Thrust!
"Hah-heung!"
Using only the power in his hips, he pumped his cock up and down. Heliane's body answered in kind, her long violet frame thrashing obscenely with every stroke.
Then Jincheon felt the surge of climax and sped up.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Ang-aaaah!"
P-please… stop……! I've been… coming… nonstop… since earlier……!
Only a few minutes had passed since he breached her womb, and in those few minutes Heliane had climaxed without a single pause.
My head… is burning… melting……!
She finally understood what it meant for the brain to melt under too much pleasure. Her face—
"Hih-euut! Nngh-hiit!"
"S… Sister……."
—had shed every trace of her usual cool, composed image. Eyes rolled back, drool running, she howled like a pure bitch in heat.
"Kkuh! Coming!"
Jincheon announced his orgasm and drove into a last, brutal sprint, slamming even harder.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
Calsira swallowed dryly as she watched the outline of Jincheon's cock rise under Heliane's belly with every stroke. She could not even imagine the pleasure Heliane was taking—and a thread of fear wound through her as well.
Squirt—!
"Nng-ooooooooh~~~~~!"
When the cock buried inside her womb finally came, Heliane's face taught the world what ahegao looked like as she climaxed in spectacular ruin.
Pulse— pulse—
Jincheon's seed hammered the ceiling of her womb. The pleasure was several times richer than an ordinary finish.
It's… hot……!
Fresh, scalding semen beat against the roof of her womb hard enough to feel like a burn.
Gurgle—!
Receiving through the cervix had been a slow filling. Being pumped full from inside the womb itself was a far more violent ecstasy.
"Kiihk!?"
Even after her womb was packed, the orgasm did not stop.
The only exit was sealed tight by his cock.
Pulse! Gulp! Gulp!
"Ahg! S… stop… my belly… my bellyyy……!"
Gulp! Gulp!
"A woman's body is tougher than it looks. Just like right now."
"Kkeu-euut!!"
Jincheon kept pouring into her until Heliane's belly swelled as if she were five or six months pregnant—and only then did he stop.
"Haah… haah……!"
She could barely breathe, dragging air in ragged gasps.
Jincheon casually slapped that swollen belly with his open palm.
Smack! Slosh! Slosh!
"Kkhaaaaang!!"
The shock raced through her entire womb. Heliane howled like an animal and convulsed from head to toe.
"Ha… hhh……."
In the end, even her sensitive body could not survive the unbroken chain of climax. Heliane went limp and fainted.
"Oops. Played a little too hard."
He had only meant to celebrate breaking her cervix, and he had not expected her to pass out so soon. A little disappointed, he pulled free of her body.
Gushhhhh— trickle—
When he laid her on the bedding, an enormous volume of semen poured without pause from between her thighs and soaked the sheets.
"Gulp……."
Fainting from pleasure.
Calsira watched Heliane with fear—and a thin, mixed thread of anticipation.
"Passing out after just one load is a bit much, don't you think?"
Jincheon turned his attention to Calsira and pressed his glans against her nose.
"Hih-ut!? Hhaaaaah……."
The thick, raw scent of semen filled her nostrils at point-blank range. Strength drained from Calsira's hips, and her face melted into pure female need.
This… smells… so good……♡
One breath of that scent and her whole body went soft, her cunt throbbing, every nerve begging for cock. Born a woman, she had no defense against it.
I'll go a little gentler this time. Anything under five loads and I don't feel clean.
Using an unconscious woman's body was no different from using a toy. Jincheon preferred his women writhing and crying on his cock, so he decided to ease up a touch as he covered Calsira.
Day eleven.
At the coordinates where a freighter had first been seized by Crypters, there was, of course, nothing left to find.
The original position already sat well off any standard shipping lane. The mercenaries could tell their employer had either been cutting costs or simply did not trust hired guns—and that was how this mess had started. But the pay was enormous, so no one voiced the awkward truth out loud.
In any case, losing a target in the vastness of space was worse than hunting a needle on a beach.
A ship with a dead engine could not drift far. An hour of searching was enough to pin it down.
"So this is a freighter the Crypters have taken over."
Jincheon smiled at the freighter's silhouette—it looked exactly like a derelict from a sci-fi horror film, waiting for the next batch of victims to walk aboard.
"Something foul and damp is leaking out of there. I'm looking forward to this."
He turned, still wearing that expectant grin, and glanced behind him.
"Ssshhhuuup—"
"Hoooo—"
Inside the formation he had laid down, Heliane and Calsira were finishing their qi circulation in whatever postures suited them.
Once their dantians had formed, they could gather the life force woven into Jincheon's seed. Both of them now carried Inner Qi that easily surpassed a Third-class martial artist.
In the Murim, reaching Third-class normally took one or two years of training. What had compressed that path so violently was partly the internal cultivation method Jincheon had given them—and far more, the Inner Qi they had taken in through sex.
"You both remember how to use Inner Qi, right?"
"We've drilled it. We'll be fine."
"With power like this, you'd be a fool not to master it."
Reinforcing their bodies with Inner Qi, the two of them moved with abilities they could never have imagined before.
"Tch. What a pain, having to wear this thing."
They had nano-suits that doubled as space gear, but those were for Heliane and Calsira. Jincheon had no interest in becoming gossip by walking around naked in front of the other mercs, so he pulled on a spacesuit with an irritated scowl.
Meanwhile, the other mercenary ships fired gravity anchors into the freighter and locked them at a safe distance—insurance that the freighter would not drift away. A simple tether would have been cleaner, but then the Crypters could have crawled across it onto their own hulls. This was the best option. The freighter was huge, but with its engines dead, the mercs' gravity anchors would hold it easily enough.
The most experienced mercenary team leader—veteran of countless purification runs—had taken command of the contract. At his order, spacesuited mercs exited their ships and fired thrusters toward the freighter's exit hatch.
Every one of them was heavily armed. By comparison, Jincheon's group carried only a laser sword and a laser pistol bought that same day, and they stood out badly. Both weapons together had cost a full ten thousand Credits—high-end gear (cheap laser swords and pistols ran about a thousand)—but next to mercs bristling with heavy ordnance, they still looked under-equipped.
One merc jacked a hacking wire into the sealed hatch and worked his Bio Device in a rapid blur.
Vmm—
Whoooosh—!
The hatch opened. A hard rush of air blasted out, carrying blood-slicked guns and shattered security bots with it. The mercs had already taken positions left and right of the exit, so no one standing dead-center got hit. The way they casually avoided the debris said everything about their experience.
They filed through the open hatch and sealed it behind them—partly to keep from being dragged by the decompressing air, partly so the Mother would not notice the breach.
The interior was a frame straight out of a sci-fi horror film.
Pitch-dark corridors.
Blood sprayed across bulkheads.
Bullet holes punched into walls and deck plating as if a firefight had torn through.
Anything else that might have been trash had already been sucked out with the air. That was all that remained in plain sight.
Three team leaders raised their hands. Their assigned people closed in around them. The freighter's corridors were wide, but with this many mercs they split into three squads of twelve and would advance on the power core from separate directions—tactics meant to keep the Mother from concentrating her full strength on any single approach.
At the acting commander's order, the three teams split down different corridors and began advancing toward the power source.
Ah… I want to tear through this place killing everything in sight……. I was ready to show them what a twelve-out-of-ten badass looks like.
Everyone else moved tense and careful. Jincheon alone wore a sour look—this was Alien, not Doom, and the slow burn was driving him crazy.
Still, he wanted to see how the mercs fought and to get a proper look at the Crypters themselves, so he shut his mouth and followed Team Two in silence. If curiosity about the Crypters had not been holding him back, he would already have broken ranks, sprinted for the power core, killed the Mother, and ended the whole job in one stroke.
You'd better live up to my expectations, Crypters.
Hoping for monsters worse than anything he had watched in twenty-first-century sci-fi horror, Jincheon moved with Team Two into the dark of the freighter's corridors.