The Birth of the Pleasure Prison
Heh. No matter how tough they act, as long as they're human, they have their limits.
Jincheon slipped carefully out of the captain's private quarters, a sly grin spreading across his face as he pictured Eirin's expression after she had finally tasted true pleasure.
A noble family's eldest daughter always faced the day when a political marriage would be forced upon her. That truth held just as firmly in a future of ray guns as it had in the Middle Ages. And she was no ordinary noble lady—she had blossomed into a commander of such genius that people called her a peerless general, tempered across countless battlefields.
To be called a master of any craft required more than raw talent; it demanded endless effort and study. Eirin had earned the title of great general, so of course she had poured herself into unseen labors. Then she had become the late emperor's wife, borne a child, and reached her mid-to-late thirties.
If she'd had a loose personality she might have indulged in this and that, but from what I've seen, that isn't her at all.
To outsiders her life looked like a success story. From her own perspective it had been a barren existence, one in which she had never truly enjoyed anything. The pleasure Jincheon had given her was a sensation she had never known—pure ecstasy and release.
All that's left is to wait until she comes looking for me on her own. How long can she hold out?
There was one thing even Jincheon could not fully suppress no matter how tightly he reined in his power: the nature of his seed. At the level where he could call himself the Lust Emperor, his semen itself carried the properties of a potent aphrodisiac. She might endure for now, but once a woman fully understood the pleasure a man could give, she would be worn down by the endless war with a pussy that craved cock.
There's still plenty of time. Once we reach loyalist territory things will get hectic, so I need to make her mine for certain while we're here.
With that thought, Jincheon opened his Bio Device and began checking various pieces of information.
If we win this war, what should I take as my reward? A noble title and a fief? But there are still so many things I want to enjoy first.
Heliane and Calsira wanted a better future than the day-to-day existence of mercenaries who lived only for the moment. Jincheon had already climbed to the absolute peak back on Earth, yet he knew the climb itself had been thrilling and fun. He was searching for a path that would satisfy both the women and himself.
That was why he was gathering every scrap of data on the Giranlek Empire, weighing whether to accept a title and territory or demand something else entirely.
Half the empire's nobility turned traitor, so the victors can seize the enemy nobles' lands as well. If I make a big enough contribution here, I might walk away with a proper domain.
No. In the end my range of action would be locked around that territory. And the moment I take a noble title, free living is over.
Jincheon used the Dual Mind Technique to split his consciousness in two, letting the halves debate and argue with each other. A person usually reached better conclusions by talking things through than by quietly thinking alone. Of course, if one side were a rigid superior who crushed the other, real discussion would be impossible—but Jincheon's two minds stood as equals, so the results would be sound.
He kept the Dual Mind debate running while feeding it deeper information from his Bio Device, sinking into contemplation over which path to choose.
Big sister's been acting strange lately.
Two days after they had broken through the enemy star system, Beatrix found herself puzzled by Eirin's recent behavior. One moment her sister would stare blankly into space; the next her face would flush; then she would curl in on herself as if something hurt. It was nothing like the composed, reliable dignity she normally projected.
Whenever Beatrix asked if something was wrong, Eirin only repeated that it was nothing—yet the problem was obvious, and the frustration gnawed at her.
Illness? No—if she were sick, we'd just treat her. So what is it?
Worried as she was, all Beatrix could do was wait until Eirin chose to speak.
Haa. We finally have some breathing room, so why is she like this… hm?
Hoping to clear her cluttered thoughts, she headed for the training room where mecha combat programs could be run—and found a cluster of knights gathered in one corner.
What are they doing?
Curious about the crowd, she drew closer.
KRAAANG!
"Kh…! Lost again…!"
"Just what the hell is that woman?"
"Damn it! We can't back down like this!"
The external monitors showed the knights locked in combat against Calsira, one of Jincheon's companions. Each pilot selected a registered machine and a single weapon pack; once the match began, Calsira toyed with the Imperial Guard knights from start to finish.
Piloting a Bordenkender—the standard mecha of the Zabalcan Empire—she overwhelmed her opponents with practiced ease, then punched a laser rifle clean through a torso for a clean victory.
Incredible. From the moment the fight starts, she has every variable calculated.
Even the skilled knights felt a kind of awe watching Calsira dismantle every tactic they threw at her.
With skill like that, even I'd have to stay sharp.
Fighting beside her as an ally, Beatrix had only vaguely registered her excellence. Watching her crush the knights in the training program, however, radiated a pressure that made Beatrix never want to face her as an enemy.
"Calsira, so this is where you were."
"Ah, Jincheon!"
At that moment Jincheon appeared, looking for Calsira. She burst out of the training pod like a puppy that had been waiting for its master.
"You said we were inspecting our ship today."
"I'm sorry. I got so focused I lost track of time."
"Anyone who wants a match with this one, save it for tomorrow. We're out."
The transport that had carried Jincheon's group through the battlefield had no offensive systems, so the enemy had largely ignored it. Even so, stray fire had damaged the shields, and they had received permission for a thorough check just in case.
Jincheon offered the sparring knights a casual apology and left; Calsira latched onto his waist with excessive enthusiasm.
"Hey, I can't walk like this."
"Hiiing."
"Come on, tsk."
"Tch."
She pouted at his warning and loosened her grip, but he allowed her to link arms with him like a lover.
"No matter how many times I see it, I just can't get used to that."
"Tell me about it."
"Why would anyone stay with a guy like that…"
Jincheon spoke with the men when necessary, but he never tried to build friendships. His arrogance was plain enough that more than a few quietly cursed the commoner behind his back.
"Still, his skill is the real deal."
"He needs to learn the universe isn't so soft that raw talent alone lets you swagger around."
"Those two women stuck at his side are the ones I feel sorry for—they'll catch the fallout for nothing."
The Imperial Guard knights expected Jincheon to eventually pay a heavy price, yet a quiet consensus had formed that Heliane and Calsira were the ones to pity. The knights had never held deep conversations with the pair, but their steady, earnest natures showed clearly in every action.
I have to get them out somehow. Stay with a man like that and they'll either go down with him or end up miserable.
Beatrix's desire to pull Heliane and Calsira free only grew stronger. Both women possessed talent far too precious to be ruined by the wrong man.
"Haaah~ Home sweet home~"
The moment their shuttle returned to their own transport, Calsira drew a deep breath and beamed with pure satisfaction.
"Their facilities were a lot better, weren't they?"
"They were, but it's still someone else's house. Our own place, where we can relax just among ourselves, is the best."
"Pfft."
Heliane smiled at Calsira's innocent words. Then the smile turned toward Jincheon and grew sultry.
"Jincheon. Since we're staying here tonight…"
She didn't need to finish the sentence.
"Of course. But first there's something I need to do."
"What is it?"
"Produce some Crypters."
Both women's faces stiffened at once.
"Umm… Jincheon, are you sure there won't be any problems?"
"What if the Crypters suddenly rebel?"
"Haa. I've already told you this before…"
Seeing the fear and revulsion still clinging to them, Jincheon explained once more. Through the mental world he had annihilated the Mother's soul. A Mother whose soul was gone could do nothing without his command.
If they knew Korean folk games—or StarCraft—I could just say it's nothing more than a Zerg Overlord and be done.
A Zerg Overlord merely relayed the Overmind's orders to the units. The Mother Jincheon had brought was exactly that—an Overlord and nothing more. It retained every function of a Mother, yet without his orders it was a pure relay, no more and no less.
Still, the women knew the long history of failed experiments to dominate Crypters, and instinctive dread refused to leave them.
"I'll show you myself. Stop fretting and follow me."
Judging further persuasion a waste of time, Jincheon headed for the engine room to demonstrate.
Thump— thump— thump—
Inside the engine room the Mother floated, absorbing only surplus energy so the transport's systems remained unaffected. The octopus-headed mass looked anything but friendly.
Good. Enough energy to produce a few medium-class Crypters.
The Crypter knowledge he had absorbed along with the Mother's soul far surpassed ordinary biotechnology.
First…
Jincheon designed a Crypter with multiple new functions.
Produce.
The moment the design was complete and the order given, the Mother's body began to writhe.
Squelch!
Something formed inside, then was expelled the instant it finished. What emerged was a bipedal Crypter that looked like a crudely shaped human.
Run.
At the Mother's relayed command the Crypter sprinted straight toward Heliane and Calsira. Both women flinched and dropped into combat stances, yet the creature ignored them completely and simply kept running.
Push-ups.
A new order arrived mid-stride; the Crypter dropped and began doing push-ups.
"It copies every motion I imagine. This is actually pretty fun."
Jincheon kept the bipedal Crypter moving—every exercise, every ridiculous pose, all executed exactly as ordered.
"Wh… what… Is this real…?"
"An actual Crypter…"
Watching a creature that normally radiated pure aggression behave like a human left them stunned. They could no longer deny that Jincheon truly controlled it.
The Mother is linked to every Crypter, so it always knows whether they're alive or dead. Let's try applying that.
Jincheon focused, synchronizing his senses with the Crypter he had just produced through the Mother relay. Then he ordered it to punch itself in the stomach.
Thud!
"Mm…"
The impact traveled straight back to him.
If I max the sensory link and the Crypter dies, that could be a problem. Let's dial it down.
This time he set the link to roughly one percent and ordered another abdominal strike. It felt like nothing more than a cotton ball brushing his skin.
After testing various functions with the experimental Crypter, a wicked smile curved Jincheon's lips.
"Time to try a different model."
He ordered the bipedal unit recycled. It walked back into the Mother's body and was instantly broken down. Once the process finished, Jincheon designed and produced a new pair.
Plop!
Two this time.
"Huh? What are those?"
"Weird little things. Another experiment?"
Three long, slender legs and a body no larger than a pair of panties—overall they resembled soft-bodied mollusks.
"Both of you, drop the nano-suit shields. I've got something to try."
"The shields?"
"Umm… this feels a little off, but…"
They tilted their heads yet obeyed; the translucent blue membranes flickered into view for a heartbeat and vanished.
"Go, Necromon!"
Whirrr!
The instant the shields fell, the two mollusk-like Crypters lunged at the women on Jincheon's command.
Shlick! Thwap!
"Kyaa!?"
"Wh-what!?"
Long legs coiled around their thighs and waists; the bodies latched firmly onto their asses. Reflexive resistance rose, but Jincheon—senses already linked—activated the new Crypters' special function.
Thrust!
"Kihit!?"
"Agh-ugh!"
In a single motion a long fleshy mass erupted from each Crypter's body and drove hard into the anus beneath the nano-suit.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Piston motion followed at once.
"W-wait…!"
"Hhaaang…!"
Nano-suits possessed a hardening function that turned them into armor, but Jincheon had ordered it kept off except during actual combat or imminent attack so he could enjoy their bodies properly. The highly elastic fabric therefore stretched with the Crypters' flesh and swallowed every thrust.
"Khuh~ This is fucking amazing~!"
He had only one cock, yet the Crypters' tentacles reaming two asses at once doubled the pleasure flooding back through the link.
"P-please stop…!"
"Ji-Jincheon…! I'm… going to get mad…! Stop… right now…!"
"Back in the twenty-first century there was a horror-game monster called a Divider. Kill it and a head covered in tentacles pops out. These Crypters are based on that thing."
"I-I get it already, so stop…!"
"Stop iiiit…!"
"Hah, this is fun. Sensory link makes the pleasure double too. Used right, this could be really entertaining."
And thus was born the "Zero Escape Rate Trap Pleasure Prison"—the device that would one day ensure no woman Jincheon took captive could ever break free.