Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 37 & 38 & 39 & 40

Chapter 37: At the Official Residence ⑥: Tsundere Appearance

She was wearing a deep green polo shirt, a knee-length pleated skirt, and a white apron. A triangular headscarf covered her short black hair, which was neatly shaved at the nape.

She was about 10 centimeters shorter than Nagato. On her youthful face sat an overflowing swell that stretched the front of her polo shirt tightly.

With one hand over her mouth, she stood frozen in place, staring at Nagato as if she had turned to ice.

“Um… Did you come to take the dishes?”

“Uuh…”

Her cheeks flushed bright red in an instant. Before Nagato could say anything else, she turned her back on him and sprinted away.

“Ah… wait…!”

Still holding the tray inside the doorway, Nagato couldn’t immediately chase after her.

As she reached the stairs from the corridor, something fell out of her skirt pocket. Unaware of it, she continued dashing down the stairs.

Nagato set the tray with the dishes on the floor, walked to the top of the stairs, and picked up the dropped item.

It appeared to be an ID card used for managing entry and exit within the base. A white card with an embedded IC chip.

The visible information was only the ID and the owner’s name, engraved in raised lettering: “Hime no Matsuri.”

Officer candidates and officers like Nagato used the IC chips implanted in the backs of their hands for entry control, so they didn’t need physical cards. This was the first time he had seen one.

Leaning over the handrail, Nagato shouted loudly.

“Hime no-san…! You dropped something…!”

His voice echoed off the reinforced concrete walls of the open spiral staircase like a church bell.

Pierced by that resonant sound, Hime no Matsuri stopped in her tracks.

About a floor and a half below, she frantically patted her chest, apron, and all the pockets of her skirt, searching for what should have been there. Of course, her hands found nothing.

Biting her lip, she lifted her head, still wrapped in the triangular scarf, and looked up. The sun had almost set, but the deep-colored afterglow still faintly shone through the clerestory windows.

She shaded her eyes with her hand, squinting as she looked at Nagato.

“My ID card…!”

Still leaning over the railing, Nagato waved the card from side to side to show her.

It was unclear whether she could see it clearly, but after a brief hesitation, she turned around and began climbing back up the stairs.

There was no urgency in her steps. If anything, it looked like she was wearing shoes made of lead. Each step was heavy and deliberate.

Should I go down to meet her…? But… she might run away again…

When she reached the steps just below the fourth-floor corridor where Nagato waited, she stopped two steps short. Her cheeks were faintly red, and she was biting her lip.

Her gaze was fixed on the floor near Nagato’s feet, slightly in front of him.

“Um… here… this…”

When he held out the card, she reflexively tried to pull back. Nagato couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“What…? What’s so funny…?”

Startled by her unexpectedly sharp, prickly tone, Nagato looked into her eyes. Immediately, Hime no Matsuri averted her gaze. She muttered something incoherent under her breath.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Nagato hadn’t meant to laugh at her. He apologized for making her think that.

“See…? The fact that you’re apologizing means…”

She looked up at him with resentful eyes.

“You’re making fun of me…”

“N-no, I’m not…”

“Then why are you laughing…?”

She pressed him aggressively.

“That’s because…”

“Hmph… You can’t even answer, can you…?”

She lifted her right foot and placed it on the step above.

“Just because I’m a woman… you’re looking down on me…”

“N-no, that’s not it…!”

Hime no Matsuri’s slender shoulders, wrapped in the polo shirt, twitched. Only then did Nagato realize his tone had grown a little forceful.

“I just thought… you’re like a black rabbit…”

“Black… rabbit…”

Hime no Matsuri started to speak but fell silent.

“Black rabbit. It’s an animal that lives on the island where I used to live… an endangered species. They’re cute, so kids love them… but they’re extremely cautious and hard to approach. In fact, it’s rare to even see one…”

“H-hmph…!”

The moment Nagato said “cute,” she had frozen. Now, as if finally regaining her breath, she shook her head vigorously. Her face was dyed pink all the way to her ears, just like a rabbit.

“What do you mean, rabbit…! Cute…?! Even if you say that, I’m not happy about it at all…!”

She angrily stepped forward toward the card Nagato was still holding out. But her foot got tangled or caught on the step — she lost balance and fell forward toward him.

When someone is about to fall right in front of you and you can reach them, most people would do the same thing Nagato did: he instinctively stretched out both hands to catch her.

The first thing he felt as he caught her was the sweet scent unique to young women. It wasn’t a strong perfume smell. It was a faint but heart-stirring fragrance — a mix of her own body scent and the fresh scent of her hair care products.

Next came the substantial, heavy weight of her flesh, blended with softness and suppleness.

Above all, what filled his palms was almost too soft. All five of his slightly spread fingers felt as though they were sinking into the plush flesh.

In other words, they were buried in Hime no Matsuri’s abundantly soft breasts.

Chapter 38: At the Official Residence ⑦: Don’t Hurt Me

The rich, overflowing breasts that didn’t match her rabbit-like face or her petite body. In terms of size alone, they might rival or even surpass those of the Commander or Unit Commander Hihino.

There was the faint sensation of underwear against his palms, but it felt like a wireless bra. The softness of her breasts, even their slight quivering, transmitted almost directly to his hands.

As soon as he became conscious of that, Nagato’s member stiffened rock-hard, twisting painfully inside his black military trousers.

“Ha… ha…”

Hime no Matsuri’s entire body was stiff like a small animal caught in a trap. Her ragged breathing carried a tone of desperation.

“Ah… sorry—”

“Let go…!”

Before Nagato could pull away while apologizing, her hands shoved him away first. He somehow managed to keep his balance, but she couldn’t.

She had apparently put more strength into the push than she intended. Hime no Matsuri staggered backward and would have tumbled down the stairs.

Realizing this, Nagato instantly reached out and grabbed her arm, then pulled her forcefully toward the corridor side. Thanks to that, she avoided falling. But now Nagato himself was in danger.

If I stay like this… I’ll hit the floor head-first…

He quickly wrapped his arms around her body and switched their positions. Protecting the back of her head and waist with his palms, he fell onto the floor.

All of it happened in less than a second — pure instinct and reflexes. The fact that neither of them was injured (except for Nagato scraping his elbow) proved his split-second action had been correct. Unfortunately, he was in no position to feel proud about it.

In Nagato’s arms, Hime no Matsuri continued breathing heavily. With every breath, the large swell right in front of his eyes jiggled and half-melted on top of his chest.

The hem of her polo shirt had ridden up, revealing the white skin of her stomach. Further down, her pleated skirt was also flipped up, almost completely exposing her light pink shorts. Nagato’s right knee was pressed right against her crotch, exchanging warmth with each other.

Up to this point, he might still have been able to make excuses — that it was all due to force majeure and that he had only tried to protect her.

But the way his hardened member rested heavily on her right thigh completely crushed any room for such excuses.

That misplaced, scorching hot, and rigid sensation clearly embodied Nagato’s own desire rather than any intent to protect her safety.

Even while being glared at from below by Hime no Matsuri’s tear-filled eyes, Nagato made no attempt to move his member away from her thigh. It was only natural that she would suspect he harbored dirty intentions.

Th-this is bad… I made her angry again… But… of course she would be. Even in a situation like this… I only think about lewd things…

In truth, he was simply confused.

I have to get off her quickly… But if I suddenly let go, she might hit her head on the floor… On the other hand, to gently lower her head, I need to press my body even closer… That would probably anger her too…

While feeling the heat of his member on her thigh and his knee pressed against her crotch, Hime no Matsuri continued glaring at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and instead of speaking, rough breaths leaked from her tightly pursed lips.

The moment tears that had been welling up in her sharp eyes threatened to overflow, she suddenly turned her face away.

Then she whispered softly:

“…Don’t… hurt me… Please…”

At the same time, the tension left her previously stiff body with a sigh. It was clearly an attitude and words that suggested acceptance of a certain kind of act.

But Nagato failed to notice that implication.

“S-sorry… just a moment…”

While speaking, he quickly pressed his body closer to hers. Of course, this wasn’t for the act she had braced herself for — it was only to gently lower her small head onto the floor. Immediately after, he pulled his body away from her even faster.

“Are you hurt anywhere…? Does it hurt somewhere?”

Supporting her arm and shoulder, he helped her sit up while asking.

At some point he had stopped using polite speech, probably because he judged that she wasn’t that much younger than him. Hime no Matsuri silently shook her head. A single tear streak remained on her cheek.

“Good…”

Nagato started to speak but suddenly averted his eyes from her.

That reaction made Matsuri realize that her pink shorts were still shamelessly exposed. Blushing, she hurriedly pulled down the hem of her skirt to cover herself.

“…Did you see?”

Still holding her skirt down, she asked. Nagato had no choice but to nod.

“Sorry…”

He answered while looking away.

“Pervert…”

Hime no Matsuri muttered quietly. There was a clear tone of accusation in her voice, so Nagato repeated his apology.

“…It’s fine already…”

Her voice carried a somewhat sulky ring to it, but that wasn’t all.

“You did… save me, after all…”

Hime no Matsuri’s gaze was drawn as if magnetized toward Nagato’s lower body. She quickly looked away in a panic.

“You saved me, right…? That’s what happened, right?”

Nagato had certainly tried to save her. But he didn’t have the confidence to say that with full certainty.

Because his member was still so rock-hard that it threatened to tear through the fabric of his trousers.

Chapter 39: Laundry Goddess ①: Underwear Thief

It was past 9:30 PM.

Nagato had just finished showering and was drying his body in the changing room.

As usual, the space was dimly lit, relying only on moonlight. However, the woman he had mistaken for the “Moon Goddess” was nowhere to be seen today.

He felt a slight pang of disappointment about that, but there was nothing he could do.

Wearing a white running shirt and black cotton boxer shorts, Nagato left the changing room. In his hand, he carried a daypack stuffed with the clothes he had been wearing right before the shower, plus two days’ worth of dirty laundry and towels.

He intended to do laundry.

The laundry room was right next to the shower room. Like the showers and corridors, it had no lights on. However, there was a small skylight-style window near the ceiling at the back of the room.

He couldn’t see the night sky through it, but it was clearly another beautifully clear night. The moonlight streaming in was bright enough to make out the layout of the room and the positions of the washing machines.

In a space roughly twice the size of the shower changing room, there were four drum-type washing machines, one large table, and four round stools. The washing machines were lined up on the right side after entering the door. They were high-end models that automatically dispensed detergent and fabric softener and could dry clothes as well.

In the dim light, Nagato opened the lid of the machine closest to the door and tossed his dirty clothes inside one after another. He closed the lid and pressed the “START” button on the control panel.

Silence.

The machine showed no sign of starting.

Is the power off…? No way… they can’t be unusable at night, right?

While those natural doubts crossed his mind, he tried the second and third machines. All of them remained unresponsive.

The fourth one… If this doesn’t work either…

He really wanted to wash the underwear he wore yesterday, the military uniform covered in the secretary’s saliva from the torture, and today’s underwear stained with his thick white release.

Standing in front of the last machine — the one closest to the window — Nagato grabbed the lid.

Para…

The moment it opened, a piece of glossy black fabric fell to his feet. With a puzzled expression, he reached down and picked it up. He had never imagined that someone else might already be using this machine.

A… bra…?

It was indeed a bra. The glossy black lace was likely silk, decorated with intricate embroidery.

From the sturdy wires running along the sides, top, and underband, it was easy to imagine it was designed to support a very large volume.

Realizing what he was holding, Nagato peered into the open washing machine. Inside was far more than he had expected — a large quantity of women’s underwear made of the same luxurious material as the bra in his hand.

Still gripping it, Nagato froze. He didn’t notice the sound of the door opening or the presence of the person who entered.

The ceiling lights suddenly turned on — painfully bright to him. Squinting against the sharp white light, Nagato quickly turned toward the door. His feelings were close to those of a burglar caught breaking in.

“Good grief…”

The woman standing at the door had her finger on the light switch.

“First a peeping tom, now an underwear thief…?”

It was the “Moon Goddess.” Of course, she was wearing clothes today.

Even so, the black tank top and tight short pants that clung to the base of her thighs blatantly displayed the alluring, well-proportioned lines of her body. In terms of stimulating the imagination, it was arguably more provocative than complete nudity.

Unusually, Nagato’s member did not immediately harden. Instead, his brain cells froze. He stood rooted to the spot, still holding the black underwear in his hand.

“What exactly… were you planning to do with that?”

She stood blocking the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“I’d be in trouble if you don’t return it…”

Even then, Nagato remained completely motionless. His mind was in utter chaos.

The sudden appearance of the Moon Goddess.

His own near-obscene appearance in just a running shirt and boxer shorts.

And this situation where he had been caught red-handed with her underwear and couldn’t talk his way out of it.

He wanted to throw the bra in his hand away immediately. But where? Back into the washing machine? Onto the table? Or hand it directly to her? Whichever he chose, it would look pathetic.

“I’ve been so busy lately…”

She spoke as she closed the distance between them. She was wearing grey room slippers on her bare feet. That was probably why her footsteps made no sound.

“I was finally able to do laundry today after a long time and was happy about it…”

She said this with an expression that didn’t look particularly happy.

“Uniforms and loungewear are one thing… but underwear is different. I can’t exactly ask someone else to wash them for me…”

She had approached to within arm’s reach.

“Now then…”

She extended her hand toward Nagato.

“Hand it over…”

Only then did Nagato finally get a clear look at her under the bright lights.

Long, sharp double eyelids hiding a keen brilliance like a blade forged by a master swordsmith. The moment her eyes met his, he felt as if he were being dragged into a different phase of the world.

For example — the world of the moon.

Paired with that otherworldly coldness was an extraordinary body line. The tank top and short pants only emphasized it further. That exquisite imbalance endlessly aroused the viewer’s lust.

Those breasts, already possessing terrifying destructive power, jiggled softly, their plump, swollen outlines and the puffy buds at their tips clearly visible through the tank top. The way that soft flesh trembled slightly with each breath forcefully concentrated blood flow into Nagato’s groin.

“You’ve noticed, haven’t you?”

She spoke while following his gaze.

“That’s right… Because I was so busy and got lazy… I’m currently completely out of bras. So I really need you to return the one you’re holding…”

Because she made no attempt to hide it, Nagato’s eyes remained fixed on the two soft yet steep mountains rising on her chest and the tight buds crowning their peaks. As a natural result, his own member swelled aggressively inside his black boxer shorts, rivaling her body.

“Look at you…”

The Goddess said in an exasperated tone.

“By not handing it over, you’re only making things harder for yourself… I won’t bother asking what you were planning to do with it… Whatever your intentions were, just give up and return it honestly…”

She extended her right hand toward him once again.

However, Nagato’s eyes were no longer following her hand. His gaze had shifted from her chest down to her lower abdomen.

Between her white, toned thighs rose a plump, rounded mound.

The black short pants were digging into that area, faintly parting the entrance to her most secret corridor.

That lewd, curved line held Nagato’s black pupils completely captive.

Chapter 40: Laundry Goddess ②: Not Wearing Panties?!

“Don’t misunderstand…”

The Goddess noticed his piercing stare.

“No matter how lazy I am… I am still, technically, a woman. It’s not like I’ve never run out of spare panties before… well, it has happened once or twice, but…”

She began muttering things Nagato hadn’t even considered.

“Anyway,” she said, putting strength into her voice. “At least for today, I am not out of panties. The only thing I’m out of is… bras. So stop looking at my lower body with such suspicious eyes…”

Thanks to the time she spent on that defensive monologue, Nagato’s confused mind finally regained some composure.

First, he tore his extremely sexual gaze away from her. Then, looking straight into her eyes, he said:

“Um… If we’re talking about misunderstandings… this is also one.”

He lifted the black bra he had been holding for a long time and showed it to her.

“I wasn’t trying to become an underwear thief… I was just trying to do my own laundry. The other machines wouldn’t start, so…”

“That was a bad move,” she interrupted decisively.

“You want me to believe you’re not an underwear thief in exchange for believing that I’m wearing panties…”

“I-it’s a misunderstanding…”

Still gripping the shoulder strap of the bra he hadn’t handed over, Nagato waved both hands.

“I didn’t mean to— I was just telling the truth—”

“Very well…”

She spoke as if she had made a strong decision.

“For my own sake as well… I don’t like the idea of using the fact that I’m wearing panties as a bargaining chip without proving it. If I show you that I am indeed wearing panties, you’ll have no choice but to accept it…”

As she spoke, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her short pants and began to pull them down.

“W-wait a second…!”

Nagato panicked and tried to stop her. There was no way he could handle seeing that.

“Don’t interfere…”

“I-I understand…!”

Nagato finally grabbed her arm to stop her.

“It’s fine! I lose… I admit defeat…”

“This isn’t about winning or losing,” she said, shaking off his hand and resuming her attempt to lower her short pants.

“Please stop…! I’m begging you…”

Nagato’s member was still fiercely hard. On top of that, he had touched her body and inhaled her sweetly scorching scent, making the swollen head of his cock nearly poke out from the waistband of his boxer shorts.

He couldn’t allow this woman — who possessed beauty beyond that of ordinary mortals — to expose herself any further. He wasn’t even confident he could stay sane if he saw it.

“You’re right! You are wearing panties, and I am an underwear thief…!”

Nagato stared into the Goddess’s eyes, as if trying to convey feelings that would lose their value if put into words.

“Let go…”

After a short silence, she spoke softly. The strength had left her arm. Nagato obediently released her and stepped back.

“Return that to me…”

He handed over the bra that had been dangling from his wrist.

“So… you admit it, yes? That you are an underwear thief?”

Right in front of him, at a distance where he could reach out and touch her, was a body so alluring it made him want to devour her. His stiffness throbbed violently inside his boxer shorts, twisting as if trying to pierce her.

An impulse so strong it nearly stopped his breathing surged through his lower abdomen like a raging bull. Yet he had nowhere to direct it. Nagato desperately wished to be freed from this torment.

“Yes! I’m an underwear thief… That’s enough already!”

“That’s enough…?”

Her eyes flashed like a freshly sharpened blade.

“There’s something about the way you speak… It bothers me. Are you hiding something?”

The Goddess tried to close the distance again. Just her taking one step, or even simply breathing, made her soft breasts jiggle and released that sweet scent, which acted like invisible hands stroking him.

No good… I really can’t take any more…

“Anyway… please take your laundry out of the machine!”

Nagato shouted almost desperately.

“I want to do my laundry… with that machine!”

The urgent tone in his voice and expression seemed to finally overwhelm even the Goddess. She let out a low “Ugh…” from the back of her throat and stopped.

“…Fine, I suppose.”

She gave up on pressing him further and turned her back to him. Then she bent down in front of the washing machine stuffed full of underwear.

The height was exactly at her waist level. Bending over to retrieve the laundry was a perfectly natural posture. There was nothing inherently lewd about it.

But for the current Nagato, it was anything but innocent.

Because in that position, she was thrusting her firm yet soft, round ass directly toward him.

The hem of her tight short pants dug deeply into her hips. The smooth white flesh that couldn’t be contained spilled out invitingly.

On top of that, she kept her legs perfectly straight without bending her knees — like she was doing a standing forward stretch. The line from her ass to her bare thighs and ankles looked to Nagato as if it were silently inviting him to push inside.

If the gate to the moon suddenly appeared before him and its doors opened, who could resist stepping through?

Like the south and north poles of magnets pulling together, his hips were drawn toward her. He had to desperately fight the urge to press against her.

His hard root seemed completely disconnected from his owner’s will.

The reddish-black head peeked out from his boxer shorts, looking for any chance to thrust into the Goddess’s secret corridor. Nagato wanted to slap the damn thing that was ignoring his intentions. But in reality, he couldn’t do it.

Even if he hit it, he would still have to touch it. The moment he did, he had a strong premonition that he would completely lose control.

Meanwhile, the Goddess was secretly aware of his gaze, facial expressions, and physical changes. All of it was reflected in the round reinforced glass of the washing machine door. She had deliberately adjusted the angle when she opened it.

However, while she could see his expressions and physical reactions, she had not accurately read his inner thoughts.

“It seems you still…”

She gathered all the underwear from the drum and held the large pile in both arms as she turned back to him.

“…doubt me. You still think I’m not wearing any panties…”