Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 33 & 34 & 35 & 36

Chapter 33: At the Official Residence ②: The Swapping Targets of Ejaculation

“Please… Commander…! I… I can’t… anymore…!”

As if she had read Nagato’s desperate plea, the woman gently brushed aside the hair falling across her face and tucked it behind her ear. She then leaned her upper body forward, bringing her lips closer to the rigid Nagato.

Her lips glistened like cherries soaked in syrup—the very same lips to which he had once given his first kiss.

Beyond them, her breasts, wrapped in a lustrous blue bra, swelled massively toward Nagato as if ready to burst free.

Chu… Puju ju… Chubu…

“Ahh… Commander…! Asagiri Commander…!”

Nagato was swallowed whole into the slick, syrupy warmth and the hot, writhing flesh.

He didn’t even need to breathe. Every second was too precious to waste on air. He wished only to writhe endlessly in this pleasure, drowning in the quagmire.

But that time did not last forever. With a wet chupi sound, he was suddenly thrown out from within her.

“So big…”

The woman who had been licking him with a boiling-mud-like tongue and lips muttered softly.

“My jaw… is going to dislocate…”

At some point, Asagiri Commander had been replaced by Kuratova, the commander’s black-hooded shinobi. A woman whose name Nagato still did not know.

Even upon realizing this, Nagato felt no surprise. Silently, he pulled the black-cloth-wrapped head of Kuratova closer, urging her to continue.

“Mnguuu…!”

Forcibly pushed in, she let out a choked groan from the back of her throat. Yet Nagato paid no heed to her distressed voice. Using his hard member, he pried open her sweetly parted lips again and again, thrusting deep inside and pulling back.

“Muu…! Gumu… gu…! Gguuu… Nmbu… Chubu… Juppo…! Buu… Chububu… Gubuu…!”

Kuratova’s pale blue eyes, framed by platinum lashes, were heavily glazed with tears. Nevertheless, she offered no resistance and simply endured Nagato’s violent assault with all her might.

No…! This… this kind of thing…!

Somewhere inside, a voice of protest certainly rang out. But before his fully swollen lust, it was nothing more than the squeak of an insect.

Goppo…! Chubu… Juppo…! Mnguu…! Gubu… Bujuju… Chubbo…! Nbu…! Guppa… Juppa…!

“Nngh… gummuuu…!!!”

An ecstatic sensation as if his entire body was exploding and becoming a flash of light piercing through space. In the midst of that flight, Nagato thought he heard the black-hooded woman’s tearful, muffled moans.

But he could not release her. Ending this wonderful time for her convenience was utterly impossible. Not forever, perhaps—but at least until his own throbbing subsided.

The insect-like voice had now fallen completely silent. Perhaps he had crushed it underfoot.

Even upon realizing that possibility, no guilt arose in his heart—any more than it did toward Kuratova, into whom he was forcing everything.

It’s still… coming out…

The intervals between pulses gradually lengthened, yet there was no sign of it stopping.

Pulsing with birun, birun, Nagato became aware that he was still pouring his thick load into her. There, a dark sprout of a conqueror’s joy definitely existed.

“I am a virgin… Sergeant Major…”

At that seductive voice, Nagato snapped back to his senses. At some point he had stood up and was pressing his hips tightly, without any gap, against Takizaki Secretary’s pure white hips.

He had no way of confirming exactly how they were joined, but he could clearly feel that his lower abdomen was deeply, heavily buried inside hot, slick wetness.

“Even though… I’ve been taken by you like this…”

As she spoke, she twisted her slender waist like a willow branch.

Aah…!

With that movement, his mass was squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube. The greedily slick interior coiled around him, sucking and devouring him.

Finally, Nagato’s hips gave out. From Takizaki Secretary’s red, blood-like lips leaked a hot breath: “Haaah… nngh…”

With a wet zururi sound, his member—still fiercely erect like a beast’s horn—slid out of her. At the same time, Nagato dropped onto his backside on the floor. Following it, thick white clumps dripped slowly from between the secretary’s thighs.

“With this…”

While scooping up the fluid running down her thigh with her fingertip, the secretary tilted her head and looked back at Nagato. Her upper body was still dressed in the purple military uniform, but below the waist she wore nothing.

“…it means your mission has failed, doesn’t it?”

Looking down at him, she licked the substance off her finger with the tip of her tongue. With a sticky chupu sound, Nagato’s load was sucked down into the back of her throat.

No way… No way… Commander…!

As Nagato trembled in despair, Takizaki Secretary crawled closer.

His member was still rock-hard as if waiting for her, the tip curved all the way up to his navel. The secretary’s fingers wrapped around it like a carnivorous plant catching prey.

“It’s a lie…! No way…!”

Crying out, Nagato threw off the sheets. Through the gap in the curtains, a somewhat pale orange evening sunset—fainter than the one in his dream—spilled into the room.

The private room in the official residence assigned to him. The room he had been led to by Takizaki Secretary. The same room where he had been restrained, tortured, and then brought to ejaculation by Kuratova.

Alone on the unnecessarily large bed, Nagato absentmindedly reflected on the fragments of the dream that were rapidly fading and everything that had happened over the past two days. He could hardly believe that only a single full day had passed since he arrived at this room.

What finally pulled him out of such inefficient thinking was the cold sensation he felt in his own crotch.

Shit…

Fearfully, Nagato felt around the waistband of his military trousers. Fortunately, there was no dampness as he had feared.

The running shirt on his upper body was also dry. Just to be sure, he stroked the sheet beneath his waist. No problem there either.

It didn’t seem to be incontinence. In that case, there was only one possible cause for the coldness in his groin.

A wet dream, of all things…

Nagato felt utterly fed up with himself. Especially because the partner remaining in his memory was Takizaki Secretary.

Enveloped in a misty lethargy, he got up from the bed. He took out a fresh pair of underwear from his luggage, wiped his genitals and pubic hair with tissue, and changed.

Then, carrying the soiled underwear, he stepped out into the corridor. It was already dimly lit, but Nagato had no trouble seeing. His night vision was excellent.

As he headed to the toilet, he recalled his exchange with that bird-like young lieutenant he had met in the medical office.

Chapter 34: At the Official Residence ③: Regarding the Sexual Intercourse Target, Hōgyoku Iori

“Today… please take it easy and rest well, okay~?”

Both her way of speaking and her gestures gave the impression that she was floating and fluttering in the air.

“There might still be aftereffects from the hypoxemia, you see~…”

For some reason, after saying that she let out a shy “tehehe” laugh.

“Hypoxemia…?”

Nagato furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar medical term. He was sitting on the edge of a pure white bed in a pure white room.

He felt that his black military uniform looked extremely out of place here. He wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible. Above all, he was not comfortable in medical facilities.

“That’s right~. Umm… it’s a condition where there’s not enough oxygen in the blood~. In your case, Sergeant Major, it seems it was caused by asphyxiation…”

“Ah…”

He immediately realized what the cause was.

He had fallen into the twins’ trap… with Lieutenant Kawana…

The sensation of the soft swell of the lieutenant’s breasts and the small hardened tip on top of them vividly resurfaced on his cheek. Nagato quietly closed his eyes to suppress the growing hardness in his lower abdomen.

“Eh~…? Um… Sergeant Major… Sergeant Major Nagato~?! Are you okay~?! Are you feeling unwell?! W-w-what should I do~?! Sensei~! I mean… Captain~!”

She started to dash toward the door.

“W-wait… that’s not it.”

Nagato hurriedly stopped the hasty young lieutenant.

“I was just… thinking a little.”

“Eeeh~! Is that so~?! Eeeh, oh no~! That’s so funny~!”

She actually pressed her mouth and stomach while giggling. Beneath her white uniform, the unexpectedly large volume of her breasts was clearly emphasized.

Someday… I’m going to do it with this person too…

His freshly swollen Adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp. Nagato once again became conscious of the fact that she was one of the Commander’s listed targets — meaning she was someone he was supposed to have unprotected sexual intercourse with.

“Sergeant Major, you’re so~… Thinking about something else while we’re talking~. Geez, you’re so weird~!”

It must have been really funny to her; tiny tears were clinging to her eyes beneath her silver-rimmed glasses. While watching her laugh like a child, Nagato’s own lips unconsciously relaxed. At the same time, he felt guilty for directing sexual thoughts toward her.

“Ah~… Sergeant Major is smiling~!”

Iori, who had stopped laughing, seemed to notice the change in his expression.

“Yay, yay~! I did it, I did it~! Sergeant Major smiled~! Yay~!”

Her excitement was like that of a young girl. Nagato looked down and averted his eyes from her.

“When you say it like that… it feels kind of embarrassing. I only smiled a little…”

“What are you saying~?!”

She made a weak, almost powerless frown toward him and began an equally powerless scolding.

“Sergeant Major, you were in a reeeeaally dangerous condition, you know~! To recover from that state and be able to laugh together like this… do you know how wonderful that is~?”

Nagato was quite surprised by her words. He had no idea he had been in such a critical condition.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know it was that bad…”

“Oh dear~! No no~! There’s no need to apologize, Sergeant Major~…”

She frantically waved her palms in front of her chest. With that movement, her plump breasts swayed softly.

“Sergeant Major was sick, after all~…”

“By the way… was that hypoxemia really that severe?”

Nagato felt he needed to confirm this. Accurately understanding one’s own physical condition was basic knowledge taught at the officer academy.

“Well~…”

Iori placed her right index finger on her chin. It seemed to be her natural gesture when thinking.

“That’s part of it, but… the most dangerous thing was… Priap… umm… what was it again…? Oh, right… Priapism!”

To Nagato, this was an even more unfamiliar word than hypoxemia.

“At one point it was really life-threatening~. Sensei… I mean, Captain Nitani and I desperately performed treatment, and it finally subsided… If we had left it like that… it could have affected the very survival of this country…”

“Treatment…?!”

Nagato cut off Iori’s words.

“Treatment…? It got that serious…? What exactly did you…”

However, her answer was completely different from what Nagato expected.

“Kyaa~! Sergeant Major~! What are you trying to make me say~?! Nooo~!”

Her translucent white cheeks rapidly turned bright red. Nagato was flustered by her sudden and intense reaction.

“No… what I want to know is the details of the treatment…”

“Geez, geez~! Sergeant Major, you’re so…! Perverted~!”

She fanned her face with her palm like a uchiwa fan, trying to cool it down.

Sensing that further questioning would not yield the answers he wanted, Nagato gave up on learning the details of the treatment and let out a small sigh.

Still, Lieutenant Hōgyoku passed on a message from Infantry Unit Commander Hihino Chiharu. The content was the same as the order she had given to Sergeant Narumi.

In short, he did not need to attend afternoon training and was to rest for the entire day. After following the instructions and resting in his room, he realized it had already become evening.

While washing his soiled underwear at the toilet sink, Nagato suddenly looked up. In the cleanly wiped mirror, he saw his familiar face. But somehow, it felt different from the face he remembered.

He couldn’t quite say what exactly was different.

His slightly heavy eyelids were the same as always.

His hair hadn’t grown much either.

It looked unchanged from when he had it cut at the officer academy a few days ago.

Just tired…

He decided to conclude that. He was in an unfamiliar environment and had been dragged into unimaginable situations. On top of that, he had been given a special mission by the Commander he admired…

“I’m too worked up…”

He muttered to himself in the mirror. It was natural that he was exhausted. He turned off the water, wrung out the underwear, and left.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, he felt a clear sense of discomfort. The air in the hallway had obviously changed compared to before he entered the toilet.

Chapter 35: At the Official Residence ④: A Warm Meal

Without thinking, Nagato twitched his nose, sniffing. Instantly, his stomach let out a loud, desperate scream of hunger.

He walked quickly toward his room. Running in the corridors of the official residence was, of course, prohibited — unbecoming conduct for an officer candidate.

When he spotted a tray covered with a cloth placed in front of his door, Nagato almost cried out. By now his hunger had become almost violently painful, tormenting his stomach.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Originally, he was supposed to have lunch and dinner with the members of the infantry platoon in the mess hall. But because he had been carried to the medical office, he had missed those opportunities.

“They even brought it all the way to my room…”

In his heart, he clasped his hands together in gratitude toward whoever had done this.

Holding the slightly opened door with his back, he lifted the tray and carried it inside. Even then, the savory aroma continued to stimulate his stomach.

The fact that the food was still nicely warm was clear from the white steam rising through the gaps in the cloth. Nagato unconsciously swallowed the saliva that had flooded his mouth with a loud gulp.

He moved the terminal aside and placed the tray on the desk. Unable to wait any longer, he lifted the cloth.

It looks insanely delicious…

A wide, white ceramic dish with no great depth. It was filled with rice and meat sauce, topped with plenty of browned cheese that was still sizzling. The side dishes were a small plate of egg and tuna salad, and fruit yogurt. Both were Nagato’s favorites.

He quickly tossed the still-damp underwear he had washed in the toilet into the laundry basket. His hunger had already reached the point where he could no longer hold back.

He poured water from the pitcher that had come with the tray into a glass and drank half of it. Even though he tried to be careful, a few drops spilled from the corner of his lips.

Too bothered to wipe them with the back of his hand, he said “Itadakimasu,” picked up the spoon, and plunged it into the meat doria. White steam rose vigorously from the crack he made.

It’s piping hot…

He didn’t fear burning his mouth. Right now, filling the unbearable hunger took absolute priority.

He scooped up as much as the spoon could possibly hold, cut it off on the plate, and brought it to his mouth. The melted cheese stretched like rubber, stubbornly clinging to the spoon.

The moment he bit down, he mercilessly severed the stretching cheese. It immediately lost tension and shriveled up on the steaming plate.

“Haaaff… fuha… fuhaff…”

The grains of rice, seeking revenge for the cheese, attacked his mouth like napalm, trying to burn him from the inside. However, Nagato skillfully rolled them around, blew on them, and minimized the damage.

Normally he would have taken a sip of water or eaten some salad in between, but he bravely pointed the silver spoon back at the doria and proceeded to mercilessly ravage both the food and the plate.

“Thank you for the meal!”

In less than five minutes, the meat doria was completely empty. Even the cheese that had been stuck to the edge of the plate had been thoroughly scraped off.

The salad and fruit yogurt were also cleanly finished, leaving nothing behind in the dishes.

After rinsing his mouth with the remaining water, Nagato pushed the tray aside and pulled the terminal on the desk closer.

He decided to check the training schedule starting tomorrow. The fact that he could think of this now was probably thanks to his hunger being satisfied.

He pressed the power button and the screen lit up. After a short startup sound, the password screen appeared.

Once he entered it, the operation screen immediately displayed. Nagato clicked on the task management tool.

For the next three days — that is, from the 2nd to the 4th day of the infantry unit’s training — there were scheduled exercises on basic infantry movements, maintaining formations, and equipment maintenance and management.

The 5th day was close-quarters combat training simulating hostage rescue from an enemy base.

The 6th day was platoon-coordinated suppressive fire.

The 7th day was a meeting with other participating units in preparation for the four-unit joint training.

The 8th and 9th days were the joint training itself: a two-day night march by four-man cells.

The schedule should have already been updated as of yesterday, and Nagato thought he had checked it. However, he must have been extremely tired, or perhaps too distracted by the special mission and all the overly stimulating events, because he barely remembered the contents.

So Nagato clicked through each item of the training schedule one by one and read them carefully, as if seeing them for the first time.

After some time had passed, he leaned back against the chair and let out a long breath. Thanks in part to his filled stomach, a bright expression that had been almost entirely absent today had returned to his face.

Thank goodness… he thought.

The training is mostly physical movement. As long as I’m moving… I’ll probably forget about today’s failures quickly… I won’t get caught up in depressing thoughts anymore… And most importantly, if I immerse myself in training, I’ll have fewer chances of getting dragged into other people’s incomprehensible schemes… Of course, the Commander’s mission is an exception…

The image of the Commander rose in Nagato’s mind. Even without any intention to idealize her, she still shone brilliantly like the morning sun.

But… today’s failures… will probably be a pretty big minus toward completing the mission… Especially what happened with Lieutenant Kawana…

He was about to sink back into gloomy thoughts again. What pulled Nagato out of it was the blinking “KAZURA” icon in the upper right corner of the terminal screen.

Chapter 36: At the Official Residence ⑤: “KAZURA”

“KAZURA” — the base’s internal social network app.

It was a system introduced several years ago to promote communication and information sharing among soldiers and officers living together in frontline bases and officer academies.

At one point, concerns were raised that it might encourage malicious bullying or the formation of exclusive ideological groups. However, since the introduction of AI monitoring, sentiment analysis, and risk scoring, such problems are said to have stopped surfacing, at least visibly.

“KAZURA” is generally operating as originally intended. That is currently the official stance of the central command.

Nagato had also used it during his time at the officer academy. Most of it had been official notices from instructors or casual exchanges with classmates. He had never been particularly absorbed by it.

Recalling those memories vaguely, Nagato clicked on the blinking icon with a light heart.

“Wh… what the hell is this…?”

He stared in amazement at the talk rooms that appeared one after another on the screen. There were far more than 100 or 200.

As he scrolled, Nagato realized that the majority of these rooms belonged to the infantry unit — specifically to enlisted soldiers and non-commissioned officers below his rank.

It seemed he basically couldn’t access talk rooms belonging to infantry officers or other units. Conversely, this meant that Nagato could freely browse the conversations of the infantry unit’s lower-ranking female soldiers, including what were likely private exchanges.

However, he felt no particular desire or reason to do so. He promptly set all of their talk rooms to hidden.

What remained were five talk rooms. Each appeared to have been created as shared rooms between Nagato and five officers.

Nagato first opened the room with Unit Commander Hihino, judging it to be the safest and potentially most important for his training and mission. Her message began with “Nagato…”

Nagato, how is your physical condition?

Tomorrow’s training will begin at 08:00 at the base training ground regardless of weather.

If you have any concerns or abnormalities with your health, report them at least 30 minutes before training starts.

Don’t push yourself.

There was nothing beyond business-like communication, and no new information for him.

However, he suspected that this kind of contact should normally come from Lieutenant Kawana, who was currently his direct superior.

She must really… hate me now.

Well… after what happened, I suppose that’s understandable…

The scent of her skin, her warmth, and the soft sensation were still vividly engraved all over Nagato’s body. If he wanted, he could easily use those memories to make his lower abdomen boil and harden.

Shaking off that temptation, Nagato quickly typed out a reply thanking the Unit Commander.

Next, his eyes fell on the talk room with Lieutenant Hōgyoku. It seemed that even across different units, officers could create shared rooms if they requested it.

The presence of talk rooms with Secretary Takizaki, Lieutenant Suzu, and Lieutenant Ran below it answered his question.

He reasoned that once one reached a certain rank, they were granted permission to directly access lower-ranking personnel from other units as well. Thinking this, Nagato opened Hōgyoku Lieutenant’s room.

It contained only one short message: “How are you feeling~? Sergeant Major~”

A natural smile formed on his lips as he read it. It brought back her unique way of speaking and the way her hands, feet, and expressions fluttered about like a little bird.

At the same time, he felt inwardly conflicted.

He was now in a position where he could communicate anytime with one of the Commander’s designated sexual intercourse targets. Considering his ultimate goal of obtaining the Commander, this should be something to celebrate.

Yet he had no idea how to actually approach Hōgyoku Lieutenant, not even the general steps.

Moreover, he couldn’t properly imagine actually having sex with her. It wasn’t that she lacked feminine charm.

Her large black eyes that stood out against her white skin, her delicate-looking lips. When she smiled, the whole world seemed a little brighter. And those unexpectedly voluminous breasts.

Just thinking that far, a small thorn-like pang of guilt pricked his heart. It became difficult for him to expand any further on sexual fantasies about her.

In any case, he couldn’t write anything long-winded. He kept his reply short — thanking her for the treatment and for checking on him, and confirming that his body felt fine.

He concluded that any concrete approach would have to wait for another time.

He had no desire to reply to the twins’ messages.

The green-haired Suzu had sent him the words “erect dick” in every possible language. Many of the characters were in languages Nagato had never seen before, yet somehow he still understood their meaning.

The blue-haired Ran was even worse. Using various symbols, she had drawn the biggest possible “erect dick” graphic that could be displayed on KAZURA.

Just how bored are these girls…?

Regretting that he had even stepped into their room, Nagato quickly hid both talk rooms. He would have deleted them if he could, but it seemed his permissions didn’t allow it.

The problem was Secretary Takizaki. His feelings toward her had become extremely complicated.

Logically, after the torture she had put him through, she deserved to be resented. But… he recalled the dream from earlier.

Even without thinking about it, the soft, white, yielding flesh of her hips and the sensation of plunging deep into that melting slickness remained vividly burned into his body.

Even if it was just a dream… I was… inside that person…

That guilt weighed on Nagato.

“You’ve taken me…”

That honey-like voice and the sight of thick white droplets spilling from between her slightly parted thighs were seared like brands into his ears and the back of his eyelids.

He couldn’t decide whether he should open her talk room. What kind of message would be waiting there?

Just thinking about it caused a messy, indescribable mixture of fear and anticipation to well up inside him.

After several minutes of hesitation while staring at the screen, he finally entered the room. But when he saw the message displayed there, Nagato unconsciously muttered, “What the…?”

Then he laughed bitterly at his own foolishness.

To Sergeant Major Nagato Kai

During the training period, please feel free to consult me about anything that troubles you.

You may consider this talk room as the contact window for such matters.

That was all.

A feeling that was neither fully relief nor disappointment rose within him, prompting Nagato to stand up from his chair.

He picked up the tray he had left on the side of the desk and headed for the door.

“Kyaa…!”

Lost in thought about the secretary and her message, Nagato had not considered at all that someone might be standing in front of his door.

So it was no surprise that the tray in his hands nearly fell to the floor at her scream. However, he somehow managed to catch it and stared intently at the person who had startled him.