Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 81 & 82 & 83 & 84

Chapter 081: Night March Training (Arch-Enemy ③) – I’ll Make You Feel Good

“It looks like… this operation is a failure…”

There was no particular disappointment in the man’s voice. Instead, it even carried a cheerful tone.

“The two who escaped ahead should be linking up with the rear of the main force soon… Which means we’re the ones in danger now… So… we don’t have much time… Not even enough time to properly punish you…”

For a brief moment, the tension in the Silver Mask’s body began to loosen. But she quickly realized the inconsistency in the disgusting man’s explanation.

(If there really isn’t much time… why isn’t he retreating immediately? Why isn’t he releasing these restraints…?)

The man’s next words cleared up all the doubts in the Silver Mask’s mind.

“Stand up… and stick your ass out…”

It was an order. From a superior officer in the organization.

She had no choice but to obey, no matter what nightmare awaited her afterward.

She stood up and assumed the instructed position. She had been rigorously trained since childhood. Even with her hands and feet bound, this level of movement was easy.

(I won’t show him an unsightly sight…)

That quiet resolve lit a small spark in the eyes beneath the Silver Mask. She was beginning to regain the pride that had nearly been broken by Kuratova’s torture.

Even when the man pulled down his trousers and exposed his hideous member, she did not look away. She understood exactly what kind of person this man was. Showing shame or disgust would only fuel his excitement.

“It’s big, isn’t it…? Mine…?”

The description was not accurate. The thing rising from his crotch was too big for his frail body. Its tip, thicker than his own slender wrist, extended past his navel.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, she stared at it. As if embarrassed, the tip twitched violently.

“Spread your legs…”

That was impossible. Her ankles were still connected by wire.

Nevertheless, she tried to forcibly open them as ordered. A gap of about two centimeters appeared between her thighs.

“Mmm, yes… The more I look, the more I’m drawn to it… This perfect aesthetic…”

Still with his trousers down in that awkward state, the man moved behind her. The approaching presence made her skin crawl beneath the bodysuit.

Nyugugu…

A wave of hopeless discomfort surged between her thighs. At the same time, intense pleasure followed.

The man had thrust his ugly, massive member into her from behind while pulling the rough rope binding her body as tight as he could with one hand.

“N… Kuhaaaa…!”

A sweet, pained moan escaped her bitten lips. Right after she had sworn she would never let such a voice out.

“It’s okay… Don’t be scared…”

As he spoke, the man’s hand reached forward along the front of her bodysuit.

“I’ll make you feel… really good…”

Before she could even feel disgusted by the fishy breath on her neck, an electric current ran through the Silver Mask’s entire body. The man had hooked his fingers like claws shallowly onto the rope and slid them in one stroke from her neck down to her crotch along the surface of the suit.

Each small impact reached her secret place in waves with a slight time lag. Just as she was about to be swallowed by those waves, the thick, rock-hard thing rubbed her up from below.

“Uguuuu… Nn…!”

In this short time, her firm resolve was already beginning to crumble. The abnormal pleasure assaulting her was that powerful.

In her hazy consciousness, she recalled a certain rumor — the vulgar rumor about the man who was holding her from behind.

His fingers were stroking the swell of her abundant breasts over the bodysuit. She wanted to believe she would feel nothing from being touched by a man like this.

But there was no hiding it — the tips beneath the suit were rock hard. She herself was painfully aware of it.

She wanted them rubbed. She wanted the rope pulled even tighter. She wanted that thing between her legs deeper, harder…

Beneath the demon mask, her true desires were being peeled away as if in spite of her hatred for the man. She shuddered at the fundamental terror of it.

“As expected of the Commander’s shinobi… That bondage technique is impressive… You’re already melting…”

Just as he said, wet sounds were leaking from their rubbing crotches, audible even through the bodysuit. Being made aware of it filled her with shame and humiliation. She clenched her teeth, but the emotions she had sworn never to let this man notice were overflowing.

The man let out a chuckle. His fingers wriggled slickly across the surface of the bodysuit.

It was said that this man’s skill was what allowed this peculiar organization to continue operating within the Central Command that controlled the military. She had never believed that rumor before.

The women who told her the rumor had clearly implied that the phrase “this man’s skill” referred to his sexual ability. To her, no one seemed further from possessing such a thing than this man.

Even without that, he had always seemed like a completely incompetent superior officer — to the point she wanted to put him in a specimen jar. She had never felt even a shred of ability from him.

However, this man possessed a strange, eerie quality. Just looking at him made her want to throw up.

Avoiding any involvement with this man was the common understanding among her comrades.

“I… I’m cumming…!!”

A short scream echoed through the night forest.

It was originally a lively forest full of life. Insects and animals were engaged in their natural activities everywhere. Yet her cry rang out with a strong sense of wrongness in that space.

“Oh ho…! This is amazing…”

While stroking the woman’s body from behind and slamming his hips against her round ass over the suit, the man let out a cheer.

“This rise in sensitivity… It’s almost like… my semen aphrodisiac…”

The man had carelessly spoken of his special ability. It was proof of the incompetence the masked woman had perceived.

Fortunately, no one was present to catch those words. The masked woman’s consciousness had been completely swallowed by the ecstasy that had just surged through her.

Chapter 82: Night March Training (Captain Impregnation ①) The Two Naked People

It was a strange sensation — hot yet cold, as if soaking in lukewarm water. An uncertain feeling. However, the very fact that he could feel this proved he was not dead.

When he realized that, Nagato felt his heart lighten somewhat. Still, his mood didn’t clear up completely because another worry lingered in the corner of his mind.

“Captain…!”

He tried to spring up. But his body was caught in a pair of strong arms.

“You’re awake…”

At the voice by his ear, he tried to turn around. Before he could fully twist his neck, his nose bumped into something soft and full.

The warm, smooth sensation of skin. At the same time, a faint sweet scent entered his nostrils.

It was an extremely bountiful woman’s breast. It didn’t take him long to realize he was pressing against one of those bare mounds. Nor did it take long to spot the plump, light-pink bud at its tip.

“Don’t… stare so intently…”

The same voice reached his ear again, this time carrying a faint hint of embarrassment.

The voice was coming from above his head. This time, he looked up properly.

“Captain…”

Strength drained from Nagato’s body. The sense of relief must have transmitted to Hihino Chiharu, whose arm was wrapped around his chest.

“Thank goodness… You’re safe…”

He felt genuine relief, and that emotion filled his voice.

“Same to you…”

It was a somewhat curt reply. But there was a similar warmth in Captain Hihino’s voice and in the feel of her skin.

The Captain… is naked…

The moment he became aware of that, he noticed his own lower abdomen was rock-hard and swollen. He had no idea how long it had been like that.

But if he had been using such an outstanding pair of bare breasts as a pillow, it wouldn’t be strange for it to have been erect for a while.

Nagato fearfully looked down. Just as he had dreaded — he himself was completely naked too.

“S-Sorry…”

He tried to cover it with his hand and clamped his thighs around it, as if insisting it hadn’t been there from the beginning.

“No… it’s fine.”

The Captain glanced at it but said nothing more on the matter. She also made no move to release the arm holding him close.

The two of them were huddled together inside an old wooden hut. It was roughly the same size as the room Nagato had been assigned at the TSUGARU officers’ quarters. However, because it contained so few belongings, the space felt extremely bare and empty.

In the center was a sunken hearth (irori), where charcoal was now gently glowing with warmth. The ceiling was high, and an exposed beam ran directly above the hearth. Their military uniforms and underwear were hanging to dry on a rope stretched across it.

“There’s still time until dawn…”

Through the gaps in the poorly fitted, weathered wooden walls, it was not morning sunlight but the darkness of night that entered, just as she had said.

“Sleep a little longer…”

Even if she said that, it didn’t seem possible for him to fall asleep. It wasn’t just darkness that was coming in through the gaps in the walls and door.

The cold mountain air of the night, carrying a chilling wind that sounded like the sobbing of a ghost, blew through the hut.

Thanks to being pressed skin-to-skin with the Captain, he could somehow endure the cold. But it was not a situation where he could sleep soundly.

“After that…”

Partly to distract himself, Nagato asked about something that had been bothering him.

They had both fallen into a waterfall basin together. That was the Captain’s answer.

She had somewhat anticipated there would be a pool there. Thanks to the moisture and changes in sound, she could read the terrain even in complete darkness.

“Whether we would actually reach it… was a gamble though.”

While being carried by Nagato, she had no choice but to entrust her safety to his jumping power.

“I’m sorry…”

In a life-or-death situation where every second counted, Nagato had no other choice. Still, when he reflected on his reckless actions, he couldn’t help but hang his head.

If he had calmly assessed the situation and kept his thoughts from running wild, he might have handled it better. He couldn’t deny that possibility.

Hihino Chiharu had no real response to his apology. That didn’t mean she blamed him, though.

After all, right up until the moment he had hoisted her onto his shoulder, she had been ready to leave this world. Even when they had leaped together into the pitch-black void, she had thought that whatever happened to her own life was fine.

From her perspective, her subordinate’s apology was misplaced.

Nagato had lost consciousness the moment they sank deep into the water. He had single-handedly taken the full impact of the nearly 100-meter fall. During the roughly 4.5 seconds from leaping into the darkness until they hit the water, his determination to save the Captain never wavered.

The impact speed upon hitting the water exceeded 160 km/h. Even as an augmented soldier, he was not a machine. It wouldn’t have been strange if every bone in his body had been shattered. The fact that he only lost consciousness was nothing short of a miracle.

Pulling an unconscious person out of pitch-black water couldn’t have been easy either. On top of that, her right arm had been rendered useless by the Silver Mask’s bullet.

She chose not to explain any of that. After performing artificial respiration to revive her subordinate, she carried him and reached this hut thirty minutes later.

“Sorry… but I had to take off your wet clothes. There was a risk of hypothermia…”

The result was their current situation — the two of them pressed together completely naked. One of them with his lower body fiercely erect.

As if mocking them, cold wind blew in again through the gaps in the walls. It was strong enough to make the charcoal in the hearth flare up. Nagato shivered involuntarily in the Captain’s arms.

“Are you cold…?”

“N-No…”

Even as he said that, the sound of his teeth chattering could be heard. Nagato hastily offered an excuse.

“Well… SATSUMA, where I was born and raised… is a warm place… I’m not really… used to this kind of cold…”

『SATSUMA…』

The word stirred certain emotions in her chest. As if pushed by them, she moved the left arm that had been wrapped around Nagato down toward his lower abdomen.

“C-Captain… What are you…?”

“I can’t think of any other way… It might be unpleasant, but it’s better than freezing…”

Saying so, she took hold of Nagato’s erection. It carried a heat like burning iron — something hard to believe belonged to someone shivering from the cold.

Chapter 83: Night March Training (Captain Impregnation ②) Warming Handjob

“It’s not… unpleasant at all… But… Aah…!”

She suddenly stroked it from the base all the way up to the tip. Just that simple motion made the sturdy back lying on her stomach twist violently.

As if trying to unwind that twist, she then stroked it back down. Nagato’s hips twisted in the opposite direction. When she stroked upward again, he thrust his hips up to meet her hand.

After repeating this several times, Captain Hihino suddenly stopped moving her hand. As if protesting the pause, the thing in her hand twitched and jumped repeatedly.

Unbeknownst to herself, her breathing had grown rough. Her body temperature had risen, and a flush had appeared on her cheeks that wasn’t there before.

While watching the young man writhe under her hand and fingers, Hihino Chiharu saw the image of her late husband in him. What had triggered that vision was Nagato’s hometown. Both she and her husband had come from a similar region.

She had seen glimpses of her husband in this boy many times before. Suddenly, the reason felt clear to her.

Her finger movements had unconsciously changed. She was no longer simply rubbing or stroking him mindlessly.

She gently kneaded the oval shapes inside the sack hanging at the base. Then she traced the underside and topside of the long shaft with her fingertips, and carefully caressed the split, swollen tip with the pad of her thumb. She spread the leaking precum from the slit over the part that looked ready to burst, repeating the motion while slightly changing the angle each time.

“C-Captain… I’m already… I…”

No matter how much he writhed or how violently his hips trembled, she no longer stopped her hand. Instead, she continued pushing him further, making the trembling even bigger and more intense — just as she once had done for her husband.

The plump twin mounds that were sandwiching the back of Nagato’s neck jiggled and shook in rhythm with his tremors. The peach-bud-like tips had grown so stiff and erect that they barely moved despite the shaking beneath them.

By chance, the direction of Nagato’s face shifted. The breath leaking from his mouth blew directly onto one of those peach buds.

It was at that moment that Hihino Chiharu realized she was fantasizing about Nagato using the very thing she was stroking to stir up her own lower abdomen.

『Nagato…』

Inside her heart, she called out her subordinate’s name. Her hand and finger movements grew even more intricate. The rich, experienced technique of a former wife was being fully unleashed.

Nagato could no longer tell what exactly was being done to his own member. He was simply being toyed with by the overwhelming pleasure gushing up from his lower abdomen with every tiny movement of the Captain’s fingers. No matter how much pleasure was drawn out, it seemed endless.

He wanted this time to continue forever…

Yet contrary to that intoxication, if he didn’t reach climax soon, he felt like his mind would break. Such intense ecstasy was invading both his brain and his groin.

That was why he couldn’t understand the meaning behind the words the Captain softly let slip at that moment: “Sorry…”

“If I could use both hands…”

For Hihino Chiharu, the end came abruptly. She had been worried that she wasn’t giving Nagato enough stimulation to reach his limit.

She thought it would still take quite a while longer, and was about to apologize and make an excuse — but in reality, Nagato had already received more than enough pleasure from her fingers.

With each powerful twitch, thick white fluid spurted from the slit at the tip. Over and over.

Although the distance of each spurt had decreased, the volume being released was still comparable to the earlier loads. White fluid dripped onto the Captain’s chin, Nagato’s chest, and his abdomen.

Finally losing force, the remaining semen flowed down from his tip along the hard shaft and stuck to Hihino Chiharu’s fingers as she gripped it. When she tried to readjust her grip, sticky, wet sounds (nicha, necha) echoed.

Nagato was breathing hotly. His breath washed over the mounds rising on his superior officer’s chest and their peaks.

『Lick it…』

A lewd inner voice kept screaming that. She could no longer ignore that voice inside herself. However, she couldn’t possibly order her subordinate to do such a thing.

She simply continued gently stroking the mess covered in thick, overflowing fluid. She tried not to think too deeply about what meaning she was putting into that action.

“Captain…”

When he looked up, Nagato’s eyes were right below her. Black eyes framed by long, thick lashes. Within slightly heavy double eyelids, those eyes were burning with desire.

『He wants me…』

Feeling that, she relaxed her body. Nagato’s weight leaned heavily onto her breasts, abdomen, and hips.

Chapter 84: Night March Training (Captain Impregnation ③) Insertion

Nagato shifted his body on top of her hips. His hardest part was pressed against Captain Hihino’s hottest and most sensitive spot.

“Aaah…”

Neither of them could tell whether the moan that escaped belonged to the man or the woman.

What state was Nagato’s mind in at that moment?

The first real life-or-death battle. The sense of accomplishment and liberation from having survived it. Was he seeking a woman’s body as an outlet for that excitement?

Or was it something simpler? Was he simply driven by the blind sexual desire that young men of his age feel when a naked woman appears before them?

Or perhaps it was his sense of duty to fulfill the secret mission given to him by the Commander — was that awareness still lingering somewhere in the corner of his mind even now?

Whatever the reason, Hihino Chiharu had reached the point where she was ready to accept all of him.

Rather than following her husband through that door, she wanted to be embraced by the young man in front of her. At least in this moment, that was her pure, honest wish.

The Captain leaned back until she was half-lying on the floor. As he leaned over her body, Nagato planted both hands on the floor beside her shoulders and pressed his rigid hips against her supple waist.

Her body was muscular for a woman — a sculpted, well-trained physique. Yet the twin mountains rising on her chest clearly marked her as an attractive female. The moment his eyes captured that sight again, his hips began moving on their own.

She was already melting. It was like dropping butter onto a heated frying pan. That melting wetness mixed with the precum still clinging to Nagato’s shaft, and wet sounds immediately began to echo.

This… I can’t stop it…

Every time his hard underside slid across the Captain’s buttery wetness, his brain also melted into mush. Everything he should do, everything he should think, was swallowed up in that mess.

All he could hear were wet sounds and rough breathing. Realizing the breathing wasn’t only his own, he looked up.

From beneath slightly parted eyelids, the Captain’s black eyes were gazing at him. He noticed for the first time how long her lashes were. Her moist eyes. That almost pained gaze filled him with confusion and intense lust.

“Captain…”

He couldn’t hold back any longer. But he had no idea how to express that unbearable urge to a woman far older and higher in rank than him.

Still, his instinct told him that rubbing his hard member against her was not wrong. The sounds it produced and the amount of thick fluid dripping from her were increasing by the second.

His eyes wandered, as if searching for something to hold onto.

It was then that he finally noticed the wound on the Captain’s shoulder. A raw, dark red hole had been punched near the base of her upper arm.

“Your wound…”

At Nagato’s murmur, the Captain’s eyes softened.

“It’s… fine… Nn…”

The hot, melting wetness that rubbed against his hardness fitted even more deeply against the underside of his shaft. The indescribable sensation drew a groan from Nagato’s throat as well.

“The bleeding… has… stopped… Ah…”

The Captain’s eyelids closed and her chin lifted. Her back arched like a willow branch.

She’s feeling it this much… The Captain… because of me… because of mine…

The tip of the thing he was rubbing against her jumped up repeatedly even as it slid across her surface.

Puchu…! Nichu…!

With sticky sounds, droplets of their mixed fluids scattered. He had reached his limit.

Deeper… I want to go deeper inside this person…

Nagato stopped moving his hips and stared into the eyes of the woman lying beneath him. Their gazes intertwined.

The Captain understood Nagato’s desire. And she accepted it.

“Here… Nagato…”

Hihino Chiharu reached down and used her fingers to part her folds. When the thick bush was brushed aside, a pink, wet marsh appeared. That steaming, dripping wet place was eagerly waiting for him.

He did not ask, “Is it okay to put it in?” For some reason, asking such a question to a superior officer of much higher rank felt more embarrassing than actually doing the act.

There was no need to ask anyway. Both her fingers and the place she had spread open were unmistakably seeking him.

Nagato pressed his tip against her entrance. He didn’t even notice that his own center had become hotter and harder than ever before.

He wasn’t in a state to notice such things.

The warmth that accepted him. The sensation of the plump, juice-filled fleshy walls. Madness-inducing excitement and intoxication boiled his brain and lower abdomen.

You shouldn’t thrust it in all at once…

He felt like he heard such a voice. It might have been something he had been taught by some meddlesome person in the past — an old neighbor, an instructor at the officer academy, or his comrades.

But he ignored it. Or rather, he had no choice but to ignore it.

The heat, the slickness, the tightness that enveloped him — resisting them was utterly impossible.

There was no choice but to move forward. Deeper. Further inside. Every cell in his body craved it. Stopping was completely impossible.

He could go all the way…

He even felt that certainty.

Like this… inside this person’s body… I’ll go as deep as possible… Deeper and deeper… Until I become completely one with her… If I do that…

“N… Nagato…!”

What broke his increasingly obsessive thoughts was the Captain’s moan.

“Already… Nn… Kuh… Any deeper than this…”

With those words, Nagato realized his member had already penetrated his superior officer as deep as it could go. Their hip bones were pressed tightly and completely together.

The overflowing juices had thoroughly coated their pubic hair, making everything slick and shiny.