Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 7: The Secretary’s Trap ① The Sex List

Chapter 7: The Secretary’s Trap ① The Sex List

Ku… Kyumu… Ku… Kyumu…

Inside the tight knee-length purple skirt, the soft flesh of her hips swayed rhythmically from side to side. When one side rose, the other tightened, then the opposite side rose with the next step. Over and over.

Is this person… intentionally showing this off to me with that way of walking…?

Nagato suspected the intentions of the secretary walking diagonally in front of him — the one who had introduced herself as Takizaki Ayame. None of the women he had seen until now walked in a way that deliberately emphasized their bodies like she did.

No… he quickly corrected himself.

This might just be her natural habit… It’s wrong to think badly of someone’s habits… Grandpa used to say that too…

Even so, he could not tear his eyes away from the seductive swaying of the flesh inside her skirt. As if a master hypnotist had ordered him never to look away, his gaze followed the movement against his own will.

Finally, he slapped his right cheek hard with his palm.

Slap!

The impact shifted his military cap slightly out of position by about half a centimeter.

“Is something wrong… Sergeant Major Nagato?”

Her voice was sweet, yet contained a sharp edge. Secretary Takizaki stopped with her back perfectly straight, pivoted on her slender waist, and looked back at him. It looked almost like she was stretching.

Her bust was not as prominent as Commander Asagiri Reika’s, but because of her posture, the swell of her chest was now emphasized even more than its actual size.

At the same time, so was her hips. Nagato’s gaze was helplessly drawn there.

Straight black hair reaching her shoulders. Her bangs were cut diagonally in a somewhat casual way, covering one eyebrow. Behind her black-rimmed glasses, her brown eyes quietly followed the movement of Nagato’s gaze.

“Sergeant Major…?”

She was slightly shorter than Nagato, but thanks to her heeled shoes, her eye level was now a little higher than his.

“Ha… Ah… Yes. I’m sorry… Miss Takizaki.”

“Is there something… on your mind?”

Nagato’s eyes darted around restlessly, even though he wasn’t actually looking for anything.

“The medical office… is surprisingly large for what it’s called…”

After leaving the headquarters building, they had been touring the complex barracks beside the training grounds. On the first floor of this building, the logistics unit ran the cafeteria and the medical & sanitation unit operated the medical office. The two of them were currently walking down the corridor beside the medical office.

“That’s right…”

She nodded.

“Although it’s called the medical office, it actually has facilities on par with a full national general hospital, complete with excellent doctors.

By the way… we can also do health checkups and dental care… Would you like a quick examination?”

“Eh… No…”

Nagato panicked. He was bad with anything that had the word “hospital” in it.

“I’m fine…”

“Really?”

The secretary tilted her head.

“You look a little pale…”

They passed the medical office and turned right at the end of the long corridor.

“This area houses the Welfare and Recreation Department’s offices…”

“Welfare Department…? It’s not a combat unit?”

“That’s correct…”

Takizaki Ayame replied with a voice that contained a hint of laughter.

“They are not involved in combat operations by nature. That’s why they aren’t given the designation of ‘unit’…”

“I see…”

He nodded, but he didn’t fully understand.

On a battlefield… inside a frontline base… having departments for people not involved in combat… They never taught us that at the officer academy…

“Is it strange to you…?”

The secretary asked cheerfully.

“Women are creatures who… Sergeant Major… cannot help but constantly pursue new pleasures and joys, even on the battlefield. Even when pushed to the extreme situation of life or death…

Specifically, that means activities, recreation, daily goods, fashion, lingerie, accessories, cosmetics, and so on.

As you know… our military is currently centered around women. There are virtually no male enlisted soldiers, and the few male officers are all stationed at Central Command.

Do you understand, Sergeant Major? The battlefield now belongs to us women. Even a frontline base must flexibly change its shape to meet their needs…”

Even after hearing all that, Nagato still couldn’t fully grasp the situation. Still, if the women stationed at the base could live more comfortably and find even a little enjoyment, then it was probably a good thing. He decided to accept it that way.

“Even so… it’s really quiet here…”

Nagato looked around. Despite there supposedly being nearly 2,000 female soldiers stationed here, aside from the commands coming from the training grounds, he had barely sensed any human presence so far.

“Is it? The atmosphere in each unit’s barracks is usually like this. The grounds are very large, after all.

Incidentally, the area we’ve walked through since leaving headquarters is only a small corner of the entire base. Not all soldiers and officers are inside the base at all times.

Most units operate in teams, coordinating with each other on missions. Some teams are outside the base for visual confirmation of defense lines, while others are conducting training in external environments. Off-duty soldiers spend time in the recreation building or their quarters.

The time of day also makes a difference. It gets very noisy around the cafeteria when mealtime approaches…”

This is going to be tough, Nagato thought.

He doubted whether it was really possible to meet and build relationships with nine female officers within three months in such a vast base, especially with units constantly moving.

No… it’s not about whether I can… I have to do it.

For the sake of being with Commander Asagiri… I will definitely…

A few minutes before leaving the commander’s office:

Commander Asagiri had opened a locked drawer in her desk and handed him several memo sheets.

“You must memorize this here… You cannot take these papers out of this room.”

Each sheet had a 3 cm photo clipped to it. On the memo paper were handwritten notes: name, age, unit, and rank — presumably belonging to the woman in the photo.

“These are the nine women I want you to have unprotected sex with…”

Nagato looked at each one. With some variation, they were all officers of higher rank than him.

“They are all outstanding commanders or possess special abilities and knowledge — irreplaceable talents in their respective units.

Officially, they have been exceptionally exempted from the obligations of the current Special Measures Act… But as I mentioned earlier, there is a high possibility that this exemption will soon be abolished due to political decisions from Central Command.

At the same time, Central seems to be preparing to assign them to even more vulgar ‘stallions’… men far worse than those who have come here before. The kind of filthy baboons who survive by stewing in pots of money and power… Or…”

Nagato lowered the memo sheets and looked at the commander’s face. Clear disgust was visible on it.

“You probably can’t even imagine it…

The existence of humans who pursue only their own desires, happily kicking others’ corpses off cliffs while clinging to the center of power…

They have lived outside the net of all laws and systems, indulging in every luxury and desire… Even during the most intense period of the war, it was like that. And now finally…”

The commander suddenly smiled.

“Anyway… If you do this well, these nine women will be able to escape those filthy political schemes.

They should be able to escape the hands of those terrifying monsters and obtain at least a small measure of happiness…”

Nagato wasn’t sure how much of what she was saying — and what she was trying to say — he truly understood.

But… this mission is clearly… very important to Commander Asagiri…

“Um… Commander…”

“What is it, Nagato?”

She was sitting on the edge of the desk with her arms folded beneath her protruding bust.

Nagato recalled the sweet scent he had inhaled from her chest and the softness of her body just moments ago, and swallowed hard.

“There’s one person… without a photo.”

He lifted the memo sheet that only had text on it. It read:

‘Intelligence Unit Commander, Himuro Madoka, 33 years old, Major.’

“Ah…”

She nodded as if it were completely natural.

“The Intelligence Unit handles not only enemy nations but also internal surveillance of the soldiers in the base…

Publicly available information about them is heavily restricted…

Think about it — no fool would reveal they are a spy or traitor if they knew they were being investigated, right?

Even inside the base, very few people know their identities, movements… or even their faces.”

“But… then how am I supposed to…”

She leaned her upper body toward Nagato while still keeping her arms folded under her bust.

Asagiri Reika’s lips came within dozens of centimeters of the tip of his nose — the same lips he had kissed for the first time.

“That is exactly where you show your ability… Top graduate of the officer academy, Sergeant Major Nagato Kai.”