Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 77 & 78 & 79 & 80

Chapter 77: Night March Training (Rescue ②) – The Shinobi Joins the Battle

Several meters away, the Silver Mask’s body landed.

She hadn’t disappeared — she had jumped back. Most likely to dodge the metal piece that was now stuck in the ground.

The object embedded in the ground certainly looked like a throwing weapon used by ninjas in manga. In this modern era where firearms and all kinds of weapons are advancing at a rapid pace, who would willingly choose to use such an anachronistic weapon?

Nagato looked around. There was no sign of the user anywhere.

The Silver Mask was also clearly shaken, just like him. This mysterious weapon had suddenly been launched from an unexpected direction. On top of that, she couldn’t detect even the slightest presence of the person who had thrown it.

She had probably never imagined something like this could happen to her. Like the other Silver Masks, she must have held absolute confidence in the skills and abilities drilled into her since childhood. That confidence was now being shaken for the first time.

“You’re such a pervert… as usual…”

Suddenly, she appeared from the shadow of a beech tree several meters away from both Nagato and the Silver Mask.

It was a beautiful girl with a small body wrapped in black attire — Commander Asagiri’s shinobi, whose name Nagato still didn’t know.

Kuratova.

For some reason, even though she was standing there in the darkness, she gave off a strange presence as if she wasn’t actually there. The Silver Mask seemed to have sensed her true skill from that unsettling feeling.

The Silver Mask operated the device on her wrist and deliberately severed the wire connecting her to Nagato. The moment Nagato realized this, wires were fired from both of the Silver Mask’s wrists toward Kuratova.

“Look out…!”

By the time Nagato shouted, the Silver Mask had already felt the wires wrapping around their target. However, the figure that should have been caught was gone. What the wires had captured was the trunk of a beech tree, about the thickness of a child’s torso.

“Your voice is there… but the real body isn’t…”

The voice emerged from a completely different position than where the black-clad figure had been standing just moments ago.

“This is the… Utsusemi no Jutsu… How about it? Surprised?”

A proud voice that didn’t match the tense atmosphere echoed through the night forest. The Silver Mask turned her body toward the direction of the voice.

Her back was now completely exposed. Kuratova appeared like a shadow behind her and delivered a sharp kick.

“Kuuh…!”

Right before impact, the Silver Mask threw herself in the direction of the kick to dissipate the force — a move worthy of her skill. Even so, she couldn’t remain unscathed after taking such a whip-like kick.

Kuratova didn’t even glance at the Silver Mask who had disappeared into the darkness. She walked over to Nagato and drew the familiar jet-black blade from the sheath at her waist. It was the knife the Commander had given her — the one she had shown Nagato before.

Her hand, which was about to cut the wires entangling Nagato’s body, suddenly stopped. For some reason, her gaze was directed at his lower abdomen.

“Pervert…”

She said it in a voice as cold as if she had just taken it out of a freezer. As usual, Nagato’s erection was pushing up the front of his pants high and prominently.

“You… at a time like this… what are you thinking? Even toward an enemy woman…”

“I-It’s a misunderstanding…!”

Nagato’s cheeks flushed red. Of all people, he had been seen like this by this girl — the same beautiful girl who had licked and sucked his lower half to climax just a few days ago.

“That was… part of the plan… I was trying to make her lose consciousness…”

“Hmph…”

His excuse was blown away by a snort.

“You were groping her breasts… you narcissistic idiot…”

Inside his pants, his rock-hard member twitched violently. This was the first time he had directly fondled a woman’s breasts with his palm. Kuratova’s words vividly brought back that sensation.

The heavy, soft mass. The elasticity that seemed to accept everything yet somehow pushed back. And the moist, clinging feel of the skin against his palm.

Just remembering it caused molten lava to flow into his groin, generating scorching heat. The resulting throbbing made his erection jump and twitch repeatedly.

“Let me tell you something…”

The girl in black slashed violently at the wires around Nagato’s hands and neck, as if she held a personal grudge against them.

“I won’t be looked down on… ever again…!”

She spun the knife in her hand, flipping the blade’s direction. By the time Nagato realized it, the wires around his ankles had also been severed.

“Looked… down…”

Repeating her words, Nagato swallowed his saliva. To him, it was like pouring more fuel onto the fire.

The slick sensation of Kuratova’s tongue. The melting warmth of her lips and narrow mouth. The wet sounds of sucking, licking, and chewing. And the intoxicated moistness that had appeared in her blue eyes when she swallowed it all.

He was already on the verge of exploding. Even the mere friction of the tip against his underwear was now threatening to break his hips.

Kuratova’s throat moved slightly as she stared at his massively swollen bulge. Her free hand unconsciously began to reach between her own black-clad thighs as she crouched.

Seizing that opening, the Silver Mask thrust a knife toward the white-gold ponytail peeking out from under the black hood. Kuratova rolled across the ground. The Silver Mask’s heel came flying toward her face.

“Too slow…”

By the time the heel stomped the ground, Kuratova was already behind her. She drove her elbow toward the Silver Mask’s nape — a spot that would arouse any man — with a sharp whoosh.

The opponent evaded it with a sideways somersault. It was a movement like a circus acrobat.

“You too, huh…”

The Silver Mask glared at Kuratova while speaking defiantly. The bodysuit zipper that had been lowered earlier was now pulled all the way back up to her neck.

Kuratova noticed something wriggling like earthworms beneath the glossy black surface of the suit. The powered suit’s muscle and agility enhancement functions were activating.

“Heh… Interesting…”

However, as if she had no interest in such things, Kuratova turned her black-hooded head toward Nagato. In this situation where a lethal blow could come at any moment, it was an extremely bold move.

“How long are you going to stay lying there? Hurry up and go…”

The restraints had already been removed. Yet Nagato was still collapsed on the ground. Was the raging erection inside his pants tormenting him that badly?

“But…”

While speaking, Nagato stood up. The Silver Mask’s eyes followed his movement. According to Captain Hihino’s guess, capturing Nagato was their top priority.

“You alone won’t be able to—”

“You’re in the way.”

The Silver Mask said coldly and flicked her wrist as if shooing away a rat.

“Sorry…”

The hesitation disappeared from Nagato’s face. He seemed to have remembered his objective.

“Thank you…”

After adding those final words, he dashed off in the direction where the Captain had been pushed back. The Silver Mask immediately tried to pursue him, but the girl in black would not allow it. With her path blocked, the Silver Mask had no choice but to change targets.

“You can’t—”

Her words were cut off by the jet-black blade. Kuratova’s blade met it.

However, no blade-locking occurred. The two nearly identical black blades danced through the darkness, clashing and scattering sparks.

Chapter 78: Night March Training (Fall)

“Captain—!!!”

Nagato’s voice echoed through the night forest. With spring-like muscular power, he sprinted and leaped forward at a speed that seemed to overtake his own shout.

The reason the Silver Masks had allowed him to get this close was because their attention had been taken by the powerful enemy before them.

That powerful enemy was currently kneeling on the ground, with a red stain spreading across the shoulder of her military uniform.

One Silver Mask was hesitating over whether to fire another bullet from her revolver into the opponent’s body. The other was hesitating over whether she should stop her subordinate’s unauthorized attack.

The first to shake off her hesitation was the Silver Mask leader. She fired a wire toward Nagato, who was attempting to leap over their heads.

Slightly later, the Silver Mask holding the gun tried to turn her muzzle toward the new target that had appeared behind her. However, she had already lost composure after shooting the Captain, and she couldn’t aim properly right away. The black, gleaming muzzle wavered unsteadily in the air.

Compared to her, the leader who accurately fired the wire at the airborne Nagato was truly impressive. However, that line never captured him.

A high-pitched metallic screech rang out in mid-air. The Silver Masks must have seen the sparks that flew at the same time.

Relying on that faint light, the subordinate Silver Mask’s gun muzzle had just begun to aim at Nagato when a wire was already wrapping around the barrel she was holding.

It was the same wire that her leader had fired toward Nagato. She couldn’t understand why it was now capturing the black steel in her own hands.

Before she could think deeply about it, the gun was ripped from her grasp. The one who had pulled the wire was the woman standing beside her — who was supposed to be her ally.

Of course, this was not what the Silver Mask leader had intended. She had firmly believed that what the wire had caught was part of Nagato’s body, or the knife he was holding.

Magic.

To the Silver Masks, what had just happened to them might have seemed like exactly that.

Needless to say, it was not magic. Nagato was not a magician. He did not possess any ability to directly manipulate the fundamental elements that make up the laws of this world.

What Nagato did was something extremely simple.

He hit back what was flying toward him.

It was something people do routinely in sports like baseball or tennis. Though the situation and the tool he used were perhaps a little special.

While flying at high speed through pitch darkness, he had struck back the tip of the wire — a metal piece only 5 millimeters in diameter flying at near-sonic speed — using the edge of his knife, redirecting it toward the gun barrel held by the Silver Mask on the ground.

This outrageous feat even threw off the cold judgment of the Silver Mask leader. It caused her to misjudge what the wire had caught, resulting in her ally’s gun being ripped from her hand.

To those who believed such a thing was impossible, Nagato’s technique truly seemed like magic.

‘Good grief… Why did you come back…’

His right arm hung limply. A dark red stain was spreading across that shoulder, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Having leaped over the two “enemies,” Nagato landed on the ground and immediately broke into a run again. He reached his hand out toward the Captain.

“Captain…!”

“Nagato…!”

Nagato urged her to grab the hand he had extended to save her. In response, the Captain’s voice carried a sharp warning tone.

The Silver Mask leader had twisted her body, and her wrist was now pointed at Nagato. It was the opposite wrist from the one that had fired the wire he had previously deflected.

Nagato dodged the wire fired from it without even looking back. He lowered his head to the exact height where the wire would barely miss, then slashed the wire — which was being pulled back at ultra-high speed — with the knife in his hand. Even the Silver Mask leader’s eyes widened at this.

This isn’t humanly possible.

It would not have been strange for those words to cross even the leader’s mind, despite her own superhuman abilities.

With this level of reaction and movement, there was nothing more the Silver Masks could do — unless they were permitted to take the target’s life.

Nagato didn’t slow down at all. He wrapped his arm around the Captain’s waist and hoisted her up. The soft sensation of her large breasts pressed against his shoulder.

Pushing that feeling out of his mind, he lifted the Captain’s body and tried to dash deeper into the forest.

However, Nagato’s superhuman performance was forced to end here. Because right where he stepped, the ground suddenly ended.

One foot kicked through empty space. In an unstable posture while carrying a person weighing over 70 kg, there was no way to resist gravity.

His mind went white, and that white was instantly dyed pitch black. He couldn’t think of anything. Even grasping the situation was impossible for him right now.

Nagato and the Captain’s bodies were doomed to plunge through dozens of meters of darkness and empty air. Why hadn’t he noticed it despite his excellent night vision?

‘Did you… want to save me that badly…?’

With a somewhat exasperated smile, the Captain reached out toward a beech branch growing near the cliff edge. Her hand grabbed it.

The main branch extending directly from the trunk was about as thick as a slender woman’s wrist. Unlike willows, beech trees do not flexibly bend to shed the weight of snow. Their characteristic is to form their own unique shape after repeatedly suffering snow breakage.

In other words, the branch’s durability was by no means high. There was no way it could support the combined weight of two people.

The sound and sensation of the branch’s internal fibers snapping reached the Captain’s body.

“Jump…!! Nagato…!”

It was no longer the voice of someone heading toward death. Nor was it the voice of someone who had accepted death.

It was the voice of someone who had decided to search for a way to keep them both alive and move forward together. That resonance moved Nagato’s body, even in his confused state.

He pulled back the foot that had been sucked into the darkness, planted both feet against the cliff face, and pushed off. The branch in the Captain’s hand bent like a bow.

‘It’s going to break…’

The moment the Captain sensed the beech branch had reached its limit and let go, and the moment Nagato kicked off the ground — it was impossible to tell which was faster.

The two of them threw themselves into the pitch-black void.

Chapter 79: Night March Training (Arch-Enemy ①) – The Shinobi’s Torture Technique

“Wh… What are you…! Stop… such a filthy thing…!”

The Silver Mask was on her knees on the ground. The glossy, thick fabric of the bodysuit she wore creaked and groaned under the strain.

“Ah…!”

A sweet moan leaked out from under the mask. The very thing she had just scorned as “filthy” was now running vertically across her most private area. The deep wedgie it created sent unfamiliar waves of pleasure through her, making the Silver Mask’s hips tremble uncontrollably.

She tried to resist, but there was nothing she could do. Both hands were tied behind her back with the very wire she had used as a weapon. Her ankles were bound the same way.

A single thick, rough rope tormented the immobilized Silver Mask. The rope, apparently woven from rice plant stalks, was over 10 meters long. The petite girl in black attire skillfully wrapped it around the Silver Mask’s limbs.

The rope, doubled from the neck, created several knots as it split the swell of her abundant breasts, invaded between her thighs, dug into her crotch, crawled up through the cleft of her round hips, and passed through the loop at her neck before splitting into two strands again.

From behind, it spread the rough rope left and right across her breasts and waist at every knot. A pattern resembling a tortoise shell was being drawn over the lewd bodysuit. This was the so-called kikkou shibari (tortoise shell bondage).

The rope’s deep bite emphasized the Silver Mask’s extraordinary body lines while sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts and ass beneath the suit, pushing the meat firmly outward on both sides.

The artistic symmetry created by her mature, womanly body and the wild, rustic rough rope was given a mythical eroticism precisely because it was being performed not by a greasy middle-aged man, but by a beautiful girl with porcelain-white skin and pale blue eyes.

Finally, as if checking its strength, Kuratova gripped the ends of the rope gathered behind the Silver Mask’s back and pulled it tight with force.

“Kuhah… Nn…!”

The Silver Mask’s back arched like a bow as she knelt. Her breathing was extremely ragged.

“How is it…?”

The mouth inside the black hood finally moved. She had been completely absorbed in the binding work for a while.

“Did you get excited by this dirty rope…?”

“F-Fuck off… Aha… Nn…!”

Her attempt to curse back was cut off by the tightening rope. Kuratova, standing behind her, had not actually touched her body. Yet every time the rough rope running across her secret place moved, it sent electric shocks through her.

“This is punishment for making fun of rough rope…”

Kuratova said coldly.

“This rope is far superior to the wires you people use… The material comes from rice plants in the fields… You can get as much as you want… Anyone can make it… and even if it breaks, it can be fixed right away… Can you do the same with yours…?”

As she spoke, she nudged the wire tangled around the Silver Mask’s legs with her toe.

“Can you make it yourself? Can you fix it?”

The Silver Mask’s neck bent backward. Her eyes burned bright red with rage.

“Kuh…!”

However, that flame was instantly extinguished by a single tug of Kuratova’s rope. Instead, a hot, frustrating sensation began to build in her lower abdomen. Her thighs squeezed together tightly in response to the aching need.

“Pervert…”

Kuratova brought her head close to the woman’s ear.

“You get excited even after losing a battle and being humiliated by the enemy…?”

“Kuh… That’s not… Nhaa…!”

Every time she tried to summon her fighting spirit, the bite of the rope scattered it away. Ironically, it was similar to the wire control technique she had used to capture Nagato.

“Do you people… Who exactly are you…?”

The cool voice whispered into the Silver Mask’s ear once again.

“What is your goal… Why were you trying to abduct him…?”

“Who the hell… Nnguu…!”

Before the woman could finish speaking, Kuratova pulled the end of the rough rope hard. The tension traveled along the lines crisscrossing the bodysuit and ultimately dug deep into her crotch.

No matter where she tightened it, the final effect always stimulated that spot. That was the terrifying nature of this bondage method.

“There is a special way to make a woman talk…”

Kuratova’s fingers caught the rope squeezing the Silver Mask’s hips and lifted it. It snapped back with a pachin! against the soft flesh.

“Kyau…!”

The spasm in her waist made her rope-bound breasts jiggle and tremble. Next, the rope biting into her chest was lifted.

“Aah…! Please… stop already…”

“No can do…”

With a blrrrn! sound, the soft flesh wobbled violently before the rope sank back in. Every ounce of that impact was concentrated into the Silver Mask’s most feminine area.

“Aah… Ah… Ah… Ah…”

Her hips shook back and forth uncontrollably, as if desperately grinding herself against some invisible hard object.

“Now then… If you want relief, you had better speak…”

This time, Kuratova’s fingers moved to the two strands of rope squeezing both of her large breasts. Their volume was so great that even containing them inside the bodysuit must have felt suffocating. After all, when she had captured Nagato, she had unzipped and freed them herself.

Now those plump, rubbery-soft breasts — which seemed to both melt and bounce — were being brutally squeezed by the coarse, bristly rope, swelling outward in search of escape.

Kuratova briefly granted them freedom by lifting the rope. But the empty space created was inevitably paid for by even stronger stimulation to the Silver Mask’s secret place.

The masked woman writhed her hips. The air around her lower body was thick with unbearable desire.

“Who are you…?”

“I… don’t… knhaaa… Nnn…!”

Before she could finish, Kuratova released the lifted rope, letting it snap back. It struck the soft flesh, sending the shock propagating from her breasts down to her crotch.

“Uuuah… Aaaaa…!”

It paralyzed both resistance and fighting spirit. All from a single rough rope. The dried plant fibers she had called “filthy” were pushing her toward climax.

So this was the “Yamimaru” that had terrified Lieutenant Kawana and Sergeant Narumi with its unidentified nature. Was this really the skilled “enemy” who had captured Nagato with masterful wire techniques?

At least for now, there was no trace of that. The one bound here was simply a woman drowning in ecstasy.

“Speak…”

Kuratova moved the end of the rough rope in her hand with small, deliberate, teasing motions. The subtle vibrations transmitted through the rope running across the masked woman’s crotch, persistently rubbing her most sensitive spot like the caress of a sexually experienced man.

“Ahnn…! Ah… Haaah… Uaaah…!”

The masked woman could no longer control the movements of her own hips. She twisted and rolled them greedily, as if trying to answer the rope’s lewd caresses.

Chapter 80: Night March Training (Arch-Enemy ②) – I Know This Guy

“No… I can’t… I’m going to… cum…”

The masked woman’s chin lifted. She was on the verge of climax.

The moment Kuratova sensed this, she stopped moving the rope. Naturally, the stimulation to the woman weakened.

Even so, the Silver Mask continued moving her hips desperately, as if trying to crawl toward release. Eventually, however, her movements died out as if she had run out of strength.

When she looked up at Kuratova, her eyes were filled with resentment.

(Why… stop halfway…)

It was not the look one should direct at an arch-enemy. It was the coquettish gaze one would give to a sadistic lover.

“Pervert…”

An icicle-like voice stabbed into the masked woman’s chest.

“Is this what you want…?”

She put a very brief burst of strength into the rough rope in her hand.

“Auh…!” The woman arched backward with a moan.

Beneath the demon-like mask, her expression must have melted like heated butter. The assassination techniques, combat skills, and pride that had been drilled into her were now nowhere to be seen.

“P… Please…”

A pleading voice that completely clashed with the mask leaked from the Silver Mask’s lips.

“If you want it… then speak…”

Maintaining her patient, cold tone, Kuratova ordered.

“I’ll talk… I’ll talk… Please… take me all the way…”

『She’s fallen…』

Almost at the same moment Kuratova became convinced of this, she used the Silver Mask’s body as a shield and spun around.

Beyond her line of sight lay the deep darkness of the beech forest. Anything could be hiding there. An endlessly dark, abyss-like mass of shadows spread out before her.

“Kuk kuk kuk kuk…”

A muffled laugh reached Kuratova’s ears about ten seconds after she had taken her stance.

The man was not even trying to hide the sound of his footsteps crushing the leaf litter. To her, it was as if he was openly saying “use me as a target.”

The presence of a suicidal volunteer. His excessively defenseless appearance instead heightened Kuratova’s wariness.

Was it a trap? Or had this man already created a situation where victory was assured — something only she hadn’t noticed yet?

She quickly searched for any other presences around her. It was futile. Aside from the man in the dark-colored military uniform a few meters ahead, she could detect no one else.

“Could you please stop around there…?”

His voice perfectly matched his gaunt figure — nervous and gloomy.

“It takes quite a lot of money and time to make just one of those… It would be terrible if you broke it here…”

However, only his voice suited him. The military cap on his thin head, the small-lensed glasses, the uniform, the military boots, and even the handgun holster at his waist — nothing matched his face or body.

Rather, the obvious oversized clothing hanging loosely on him gave Kuratova the impression that the garments themselves wanted to escape from him.

If described in words, the image would be somewhat comical. In reality, however, there was zero charm in this man.

A venomous insect crawling down one’s spine. That was the only way to describe the atmosphere he emitted.

“This place… could you overlook it for my sake…? Hmm…? Beautiful young lady…”

Young lady.

This was the first time in her life she had been called that. What should have been an experience tinged with faint embarrassment and joy was instead carved into her heart as an almost traumatic level of disgust. She would never want to be called “young lady” again.

“You are…”

The poisonous mood radiating from the man’s entire body. An overwhelming revulsion, as if entwined by a hybrid of centipede and leech. Kuratova felt a clear sense of déjà vu from that sensation.

『I… know this guy…!』

“This makes me happy…”

His thin, deathly-pale lips lifted at the corners. Yellowed, uneven, and partially blackened teeth peeked out from the gap.

“You still remember me…? Even though it was only for a brief moment… Fuhehe… Could it be, young lady… that you… have feelings for me…?”

The tongue that slithered out from between his lips was like a blood-swollen leech. It licked his thin lips, leaving a trail of saliva. A foul stench seemed to reach her nose.

That was the limit.

Kuratova shoved the Silver Mask’s body toward the man in military uniform.

It wasn’t particularly fast, since the masked woman was still on her knees. However, the man hesitated over which way to dodge and ultimately couldn’t avoid it.

“Owwwww…”

By the time the man who had fallen on his backside looked up, the presence of the black-clad girl had completely vanished from the area.

“Good grief…”

He picked up the military cap that had fallen to the ground and lazily brushed off the dirt. Right beside him lay the Silver Mask, still bound by the rough rope.

“She got away… However, that shinobi…”

The man’s expression twisted into the most vulgar smile imaginable.

“That face… that body… You can’t hide them even with black attire… Uhehehe… I can’t get enough of young girls… And on top of that… it seems she has feelings for me, doesn’t she? Even though we only met for a brief moment at TSUGARU…”

If one boiled down all the vices and sexual desire of this world to their very essence, this kind of man might be the end result. His expression was so utterly vulgar it made one think that. Compared to him, the design of the Silver Mask looked almost cute.

“Now then…”

The man stood up. At his movement, the Silver Mask’s body — still lying on the ground — stiffened.

“You look quite good in that, don’t you…? That was tied by that young lady, right? It’s pretty impressive… No, it’s beautiful…”

The man’s gaze crawled over the surface of the bodysuit. He stared especially intently at the places where the rope dug into her soft flesh, licking each swollen mound with his eyes.

The Silver Mask noticed the presence that had appeared in the man’s crotch as he crouched beside her. An abnormal bulge as if another creature was hiding there. The military trousers looked like they were about to burst at the seams.

The masked woman kicked at the ground with her toes. It was a desperate attempt to get even slightly farther away from this man.

However, there was no more futile struggle than this. This man was a superior officer in the organization she belonged to. On top of that, with her body bound by wire and rough rope, she had no way to escape or resist.