Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 1: Admired Commander ① What You Can Do

Chapter 1: Admired Commander ① What You Can Do

“Reporting for duty as of today! Sergeant Major Nagato Kai!”

In the commander’s office, where deep crimson velvet curtains had been dramatically drawn open, a clear, youthful voice rang out through the sunlit room.

Short-cropped black hair like neatly trimmed lawn. Large, black eyes beneath slightly heavy double eyelids. Beneath a well-shaped nose, his red lips were tightly pressed together.

His high-collared uniform, adorned with five perfectly aligned gleaming gold buttons, gave off a faint luster like crow feathers.

Brand-new military boots reaching to the knees. A military cap held lightly in his left hand. The gold-plated emblem in the center—depicting the sun—had not a single cloud on it.

His right elbow bent at a crisp angle, palm lightly raised to his forehead, maintaining a textbook-perfect salute.

Frontline Base TSUGARU’s commander, Asagiri Reika, received this still boyish-looking officer candidate while remaining seated in her desk chair.

Behind her, a large waist-high window stretched across the wall with its curtains fully open. Along with the sunlight, the shouts of soldiers training outside drifted into the room.

‘Sixteen years old, huh…’

Averting her gaze from him, she looked out the window. Because of the green aspen grove blocking the view, she couldn’t see the training grounds from her position.

Nagato followed every subtle movement of the commander with his eyes while never breaking his perfect salute posture. His two legs stood ramrod straight on the long-pile carpet that matched the color of the curtains, as if nailed to the floor.

On the heavy wooden desk between them sat a computer terminal and monitor, facing away from Nagato.

Displayed on the screen was Sergeant Major Nagato Kai’s personal information and record. In summary:

16 years old. Rank: Sergeant Major. Height: 162 cm. Weight: 59 kg. From SATSUMA.

Lost both parents at age 3 in an enemy nation’s bombing. Afterward, lived with his grandfather on a remote island in the region.

Graduated at the top of his class (boys’ valedictorian) from the local National School elementary division.

While in the higher division, began working as a porter to support himself, continuing until entering NAKANO Officer Academy.

After graduating at the top of his class (boys’ valedictorian) from the higher division, selected as a scholarship student for the officer candidate development program.

Entered the male division of NAKANO Officer Academy at age 13.

Lost his grandfather during his time at the academy and became completely alone.

Completed the officer candidate development program at the top of his class (boys’ valedictorian).

Scheduled to begin training at Frontline Base TSUGARU.

She quickly scanned the information on the screen, then finally stood up.

“I am the commander of TSUGARU, Asagiri Reika…”

Only then could Nagato’s eyes finally capture her beauty head-on—radiant like the sun itself.

She was slightly taller than him. Soft-looking black hair that fell a little past her shoulders, topped with a white military cap.

On the pure white fabric of her uniform, sparkling gold buttons were lined up. Yellow shoulder boards and a short cape indicated her rank of Colonel.

However, Nagato’s gaze did not linger on the shoulder boards or cape.

His eyes traced the stunning, perfectly proportioned lines of her body that her tight uniform beautifully highlighted. They finally stopped on her bright, star-like eyes, after passing over her glossy crimson lips and the proud bridge of her nose.

Ah… the real… the actual Commander Asagiri…

She’s even more beautiful than in my memories…

I really… can’t believe it…

“Are you listening… Nagato?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!”

He straightened his back and corrected his salute, which had begun to show slight signs of collapse.

“The appointment letter…”

A white-gloved hand was extended toward him.

Nagato hurriedly picked up the white paper he had been holding together with his cap and offered it to her. However, Asagiri Reika accepted it without opening it. Her gaze never left his face.

“How much have you been told about the role you are to fulfill here…?”

She placed the appointment letter on the edge of the desk. Her eyes remained fixed straight on Nagato.

“Yes… I was instructed to stay at Frontline Base TSUGARU for a 90-day period, and through training closer to real combat or actual battles, to acquire the strategic knowledge, combat skills, and battlefield experience necessary as an officer!”

Having finished speaking, Nagato saluted once again. After a brief pause, the commander spoke.

“Is that all…?”

“Eh…”

Nagato’s distinct double eyelids widened dramatically. He searched his memory and recalled the words of the academy director who had handed him the appointment letter.

“No… there was nothing else…”

“I see…”

A slight wrinkle formed between her well-shaped, dark eyebrows.

“Nagato…”

She walked around to the right side of the desk and stopped, placing her left fingertips on its edge. But Nagato’s eyes were drawn to an entirely different place.

The breathtaking curve from her narrowed waist to her hips. A vivid blue tight skirt that emphasized it covered her plump thighs. From there, her toned calves and slender ankles were wrapped in glossy black tights, giving off a seductive sheen.

Nagato’s throat moved involuntarily as he caught this in the corner of his vision.

“The battlefield… is not as sweet a place as you think…”

Her tone was calm, but it had more than enough force to slap Nagato’s floating heart back to reality. He put strength into his whole body and corrected his salute to an almost unnatural degree. His gaze fixed on the view outside the window behind the commander.

“Do you really think… a frontline base would be operated just to turn a single officer candidate into a proper soldier…?”

Her voice was warm and gentle. Yet it cut deep into the flesh of Nagato’s chest and dragged the pride he had been hiding inside into the light of day.

“Think about it carefully… An officer candidate with no real combat experience is nothing more than dead weight to us… isn’t that right?

For someone who knows nothing and contributes nothing as fighting strength, we have to build a whole curriculum and teach them from scratch, one by one, everything that needs to be done on the frontlines…

Even going so far as to allocate precious personnel from this fully systematized and controlled frontline base…”

All the color had drained from Nagato’s face.

He had certainly come here carrying some hopes in his chest. But her words had completely crushed those dreamy illusions.

“Even though it’s currently in a stalemate, no one knows when fighting with the enemy nation will resume… Tomorrow? In an hour? It could even be in one second. What will you do then?

Can you protect yourself…? In this unfamiliar place…? Of course you can’t.

In that case, could we abandon you while enemy planes or missiles come rushing in…?

A young man who will carry the future of this country…? No way. We will protect you, even at the cost of our lives.

How many soldiers do you think will be mobilized just for you alone? And how many of them will survive…?

No, don’t make that face. They… don’t want your sympathy…”

Commander Asagiri paused there. She crossed her slender but healthily tanned arms beneath the swell of her abundant chest and stared at Nagato.

“Are you shocked… Nagato? Were you perhaps thinking something like this…?

That as an honor student, you would surely be very useful on a frontline base filled only with young female soldiers.

That you would make remarkable achievements, be recognized, and secure your place here…?”

Nagato remained silent. Because her pointed observation was largely accurate.

“That’s impossible… Nagato…”

As she spoke, Asagiri Reika reached for the gold buttons on her uniform. One by one, starting from the top, she undid them.

The third button, the moment she lightly touched it, nearly flew off from the pressure of her pointed breasts. Through the gap, a pale brown, deep valley of cleavage appeared.

“Think about it… In this era… in this situation… what you can do. What only you can do…”

She pulled out the hem of her uniform that had been tucked into her skirt, undid the remaining buttons, and dropped it onto the floor.

At the provocative rustling sound, Nagato’s gaze—which he had been desperately trying to avert—was finally drawn to her body.

The first thing that jumped into his eyes was a dark blue bra with intricate embroidery. And the rich, overflowing swell it struggled to contain.

She didn’t try to hide it at all. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips and thrust those seductive peaks toward Nagato as if showing them off.

Whoa… aaah…! The Commander’s… tits…

Saliva was about to overflow in his mouth. Realizing this, he forced it down. His throat made a loud gulp.

He was still maintaining the correct salute posture.

But the center of his body could not obey.

The moment he saw the commander’s steep, magnificent mountains, it had swelled violently inside his underwear, painfully twisting and pressing against his lower abdomen.

Hard enough to feel like his hips would break. Hard enough to nearly take his breath away.

Commander Asagiri, still thrusting out her chest, walked straight toward Nagato, who stood a short distance from the desk.

Then she pressed the two peaks of those mountains against his chest, slowly reached out with her left hand, and firmly grasped over his trousers the thing that was tormenting him.

T/N: AND IT WAS GETTING ALL SERIOUS AND STIFFY, WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!?