The Flower Trap
While Jincheon was using Crypters to create monsters whose sole purpose was tormenting women—
"Vice Captain."
"Yes."
"I… need to step out for a moment to take care of something."
"Of course."
Leaving the vice captain temporarily in charge, Eirin slipped out of the combat information room.
"Doesn't it seem like Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has been stepping out a lot lately?"
One of the female operators quietly murmured to the colleague beside her.
"We've come this far, so her tension has probably eased. On top of that, she must be worried about the young Emperor."
"Speaking of which, have you seen His Majesty? He's so tiny, but so adorable~ That face just makes you look forward to the future~"
"Ahem. Ahem."
The operators' idle chatter had begun to drift across a line that must never be crossed. The vice captain cleared his throat in warning.
A single slip of the tongue there could become the crime of lèse-majesté.
At the vice captain's warning, the operators returned their eyes to the screens and focused solely on the radar until that sharp gaze finally faded.
Still… it's a bit strange.
The vice captain, who had served Eirin for a long time, harbored quiet doubts about her recent behavior.
Lately she's been stepping out more and more often under the pretext of personal business.
This was already the fourth time today alone.
Did her tension suddenly ease?
Perhaps it was a temporary phenomenon born of liberation after so long under the crushing weight of carrying the imperial future on her shoulders.
Since nothing major had gone wrong yet, the vice captain chose not to dwell on it further. He took temporary command of the bridge and prepared for any possible enemy surprise attack.
Meanwhile, having left the combat information room and raced all the way to the bathroom in her private quarters, Eirin—
Squelch— squelch—
"Hnnngh……. Nngh……."
—had her skirt and leggings pulled down, her top hiked up and clenched between her teeth, and was furiously masturbating.
Not enough……! More… a little more……!
She worked her pussy so roughly her fingers ached, yet still found no satisfaction and only drove herself faster.
"Pwahh! Haa… haa……!"
In the end her stamina gave out first. The cloth fell from her mouth as she gasped for breath.
I can't… no matter what I do, I can't finish……!
From the start, the pleasure her own fingers could give was far too weak.
She stared at the vaginal fluids soaking her fingers and recalled the pleasure Jincheon had given her.
"Hnn……!"
Solid, scorching muscle forged through relentless training pressing her down. A wild, masculine scent paired with violent hip thrusts that thought of nothing but ravaging a woman. Just imagining it made her womb throb, and her body trembled as if seized by a single convulsion.
What… what am I thinking……!
In that moment when Jincheon had seized her body and driven into her pussy as he pleased, she had felt a flash of pure happiness.
I'm insane……! Under normal circumstances I should be devising a way to deal with him the instant we reach the loyalist territories……!
He had said he would release the video registered to the dead man's switch—but she still could not be certain he would never spread it. She ought to be fretting over how to kill him as naturally as possible even now. And yet she was reminiscing about that pleasure?
But…….
The pressure of carrying the empire's future, the crushing weight of being Empress Dowager—when she was held in Jincheon's arms, all of it vanished, and she could return to being simply one woman.
No. That day was the first time she had ever become simply one woman.
Until then she had always lived with the dignity expected of a great noble house's eldest daughter. Through Jincheon's way of looking at her as a woman regardless of rank or station, she was tasting a strange, intoxicating liberation.
Does he really intend to leave it at that? So easily?
Eirin was nursing a kind of anger at Jincheon's behavior—ravaging her once, then never seeking her out again. Especially today, when he had left claiming he would inspect their ship. Of course he would be engaging in lewd acts with the companions he kept at his side.
I'm done after being enjoyed once? Are younger bitches better than me……!?
Thinking of Jincheon, who had cleanly stepped back without further blackmail, and of the two bitches clinging so tightly to him, Eirin's rage boiled over. Then, realizing she was feeling jealousy like some young girl, her face flushed scarlet with shame.
She forced herself to calm down and tried masturbating again—but once more she could not reach the pleasure Jincheon had given her. She had no choice but to leave the bathroom with her body only half-aroused.
"Haa… huup……."
She steadied her rough breathing, cooled her flushed face with cold water, and waited until every outward sign of abnormality had vanished before returning to the combat information room.
But her body, having known a man and received Jincheon's seed, was growing steadily more lustful. No matter how much she masturbated, she only ever became half-aroused—and the vicious cycle continued.
"Ahhhnnngh!"
"Kiihit! St… stop……!"
Meanwhile, having gotten a taste for producing erotic Crypters, Jincheon was spawning various specimens and tormenting Heliane and Calsira with them.
Schlurp! Schlu-schlu-schlu-schlurp!
"N… nipples nooo!"
"Hihyuuuk~~!"
More precisely, soft-bodied creatures like starfish—no, starfish themselves—had latched onto their breasts and were shaking their bodies up and down, tormenting the nipples.
The starfish Crypters covering their chests over the nano-suits caressed the hardened, erect nipples with fine tentacles as if engorged with excitement. They pulled at the nipples, stretched the breasts up and down, then let them snap back—over and over.
"This is incredible. It feels like countless tongues licking the nipples."
Jincheon, who had synchronized his senses with the tentacles stimulating those nipples, was savoring intense pleasure that no ordinary situation could ever deliver.
"Ji… Jincheon……! I… I'm really… going to get mad……!"
"The pleasure is… too strooong……!"
Heliane and Calsira, feeling pleasure far stronger through the Crypters than anything normal, burned with both shame and rising anger.
It felt exactly as if they had become Jincheon's toys.
Hmm. Maybe I went a little too far with the teasing.
Reading their reactions, Jincheon decided it was time to wrap things up—but he still wanted to try one last experiment.
"Then let's try one more experiment and finish."
He produced the Crypter he had conceived.
It was shaped like a fully bloomed flower.
"Wh… what are you planning?"
"As we travel through space from now on, there are going to be plenty of enemies, right? Among them there'll be cases where I take women I like as prisoners."
"That sounds ominous……. Can't we just… not……?"
They had ordered the Crypters to stop the nipple stimulation and had regained a measure of composure. Because of that, they now felt an intense foreboding in every word Jincheon spoke.
"Even I can't watch prisoners around the clock all year. And I don't want to waste money on security facilities. So I'm thinking of producing Crypters to build traps that prevent escape."
"What? If you do that, the fact that you can control Crypters will be exposed!"
"I looked into it just in case—this field is considered an impossible domain. But if Jincheon-nim can control Crypters……."
"Obviously, by the time I can openly talk about it, they'll already be my bitches. The important thing is making sure they can't get away."
Ominous.
No matter how long the conversation continued, the unease refused to fade.
"From now on, I'm going to use the traps I've designed on the two of you. I want to check firsthand whether you can easily escape."
"…Obviously there's no right of refusal……."
"Haaa……."
Jincheon recovered the four starfish Crypters attached to their breasts, then moved the flower-shaped Crypter toward the entrance. Next, to create a proper prisoner scenario, he had them remove the nano-suits they were wearing.
They were naked—but having already seen everything of each other, they felt not the slightest shame.
"What do we do now?"
Heliane, displeased at having become a test subject to verify the trap's performance, asked with a pouty face.
"Simple. Both of you just need to get out of the engine room."
"If we can avoid getting caught in the trap, is that still okay?"
"Of course. That's exactly what this is for—to check that."
The only way out of the engine room was the door right in front of them. The space was wide enough for two people to pass at once. And beneath it, the ominous Crypter writhed.
"Hoo. This is the one and only time. Never make us do this kind of shit again."
Heliane snapped at Jincheon in a stiff tone, as if barely holding back her anger.
"Heh heh. Of course. In return, as thanks for participating in the experiment, I'll do the position you've always wanted."
"Really? Ah—no… this is……."
When Jincheon promised the position she wanted and lightly embraced her from behind, the sulky face from moments ago instantly lit up with joy. Naturally she was embarrassed and tried to force her expression back to a pout—but a face that had already softened once could not return to normal.
Sister……. Even I can see you're too easy…….
Calsira inwardly sighed at Heliane, who fell so completely for such blatant sweet-talking. Normally she was a truly reliable, dependable sister—but with zero romantic experience, just a little affection offensive turned her into an easy woman who crumbled at once.
"Ahem! W-well, can we start now?"
"Yeah. Go."
Jincheon released Heliane's body and lightly smacked both women's elastic butts as a starting signal.
Obviously tentacles or something will shoot up from there, right?
In that case…….
They exchanged glances, nodded, and broke into a full-power sprint—meaning they would run and leap in a single motion to clear the trap.
"Hat!"
"Hup!"
The two women shouted with spirit and launched themselves powerfully forward near the entrance.
Whoosh—!
In an instant, the body of the flower-like Crypter shot upward at high speed and thrust tentacles straight into the pussies of Heliane and Calsira as they flew.
Schluuuck!
Once inside, the tentacles instantly pierced through to the cervical opening and spread into hook shapes deep within the womb. With their wombs completely seized, the two women could no longer go forward—and ended up mounted atop the flower-like body.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The trap did not end there. The tentacle bodies that had firmly hooked the insides of their wombs began piston movements up and down, pounding not only the entire length of their pussies but even the ceilings of their wombs.
"Hahooot!?"
"Kyaaaaah!"
Beneath the flower-like Crypter's body was a stem-like section. By snatching the women with the bloom, it made escape impossible.
Creak-creak-creak-creak-creak!
"St… stop……! Stop iiiit!"
"Nooo~~! I don't want to… cum from something like this… hnguuuuk~~~!"
As the stem shook roughly like a rodeo machine, they took tentacle assaults from every angle and wailed in pleasure. No matter how desperately they wanted to flee or resist, the tentacles fixed like hooks inside their wombs made escape utterly impossible.
It was a truly vicious trap—the moment a woman was caught, her chance of escape dropped to zero.
"Hahahahat! Perfect! Kheh~~!"
Jincheon savored the sight of their hips shaking lewdly with the Crypter's rodeo-machine movements, and through the senses linked to the tentacles he enjoyed a thoroughly pleasant sensation of insertion.
But the trap still was not finished. Having judged them securely restrained, the Crypter thrust finger-thick, elongated tentacles straight into their anuses.
"Haooooooot~~~!"
"Kyahyuuuk!"
With their wombs bound and fixed by hooks, they could not even resist as they gasped in pleasure—offering their anuses and pussies while shaking their hips lewdly in time with the stem's movements.
These Crypter things are the best. Even if I build them with somewhat complex structures, as long as I design the triggers properly they work perfectly. The only resources needed for production are my imagination and surplus power from the power source.
Moreover, creating this Crypter had not even taken ten seconds.
Even more terrifying is that far more applications exist beyond this!
If he designed them to pilot mechas and then split his consciousness to control them, he could pilot two mechas alone. If he put his mind to it, he could simultaneously pilot over a hundred. Though his consciousness would have to be split so finely he could no longer feel joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure.
And that was not all. As long as he designed the triggers properly, he could operate a fleet with minimal personnel. Maintenance and repairs, anti-air gun control, and every other essential function of ship operation could simply be left to Crypters.
With this……!
In Murim, no matter how numerous the enemy, the truly strong ones numbered only in the tens or hundreds of thousands. In this world, the manpower mobilized for large-scale wars alone ran into the tens of millions. Fighting enemies of that scale with only themselves had been a genuine concern even for Jincheon—but if he used Crypters well, he could leave only what was necessary to his bitches and fill everything else with Crypters. Moreover, if they died he could simply recover them, or absorb energy from the power source and reproduce them.
Of course, this line of thinking was the ultimate goal of every scientist researching Crypters. He had instantly reached something that even the universe's most renowned geniuses could not achieve no matter how hard they tried.
"Ji… Jincheooon! You really… hick! Ahyuuuk!"
"Jincheon-niiim! Hhyang! Aaaang!"
While Jincheon was mobilizing every scrap of imagination toward an immortal army he could create at any time, Heliane and Calsira gasped in pleasure and called out his name.