Harem Army: Impregnation Mission on a Frontline Base Full of Women - Chapter 9 & 10 & 11 & 12

Chapter 9: The Secretary’s Trap ③ Sweet Scent

“I’m sorry about that… Sergeant Major…”

Nagato and Secretary Takizaki were climbing the stairs of the officers’ quarters after parting ways with the twins. It was an old-fashioned, Western-style building that had become rare in this country in recent years.

A gentle spiral staircase with an open atrium wound its way up to the fourth and top floor. Sunlight poured in through the skylight windows near the ceiling, gently warming the dim interior.

The concrete had been re-poured and reinforced with rugged steel beams and plates. While it gained strength, Nagato felt that something very important had been lost in the process.

“Those twins… They are a bit… no, quite special here on the base…”

Choosing her words carefully, she explained the circumstances that led to Suzu and Ran being assigned to Frontline Base TSUGARU.

Born to parents who were experts in electronic and mechanical engineering.

By age 5, they had read every specialized book their parents owned.

At age 7, they entered a national science and technology university as scholarship students.

By age 12, they had obtained doctorates in engineering.

Afterward, they participated in weapons development at a national research institute but left after less than a year due to poor compatibility with other researchers.

After a two-year blank period, they were assigned to Frontline Base TSUGARU through the efforts of the current Facilities Unit Commander.

Accepting two 15-year-old girls who had never attended officer academy as full officers was an unprecedented and exceptional treatment.

“Their talents were evaluated so highly… Of course, it’s difficult to judge exactly how much that has contributed to strengthening this base or the military as a whole…”

The secretary was walking two or three steps ahead of Nagato on the stairs. The familiar gu… kyu… gu… kyu… swaying of her hips was directly in his line of sight. As a result, Nagato’s lower abdomen was beginning to harden again.

Again… This is bad… What’s wrong with me today…?

“They weren’t conscripted, then…?”

He didn’t particularly need to know the answer. It was simply a question to distract from the desire building in his lower body.

“That’s correct…”

Secretary Takizaki answered without stopping.

“In their case, it falls under the Special Procurement System… Pinpointing individuals with abilities deemed useful to the military and deploying them where needed. In simple terms, it’s that kind of system. It’s very different from the general conscription system that gathers large numbers of unspecified personnel at once…”

Nagato nodded. Even so, his mind was becoming dominated by the movement of the flesh inside her skirt.

Why does her ass look so incredibly soft…? Could she… not be wearing underwear…? No… that can’t be…

“Not just them, Sergeant Major…”

Whether she knew where his gaze was or not, she continued speaking calmly while swinging her hips even more pronouncedly.

“Once the soldiers here learn of your existence, the vast majority will take some kind of interest in you… Whether that interest is favorable or not is another matter. In that sense, your presence is also… special, albeit in a different way from the twins.”

She stopped midway up the stairs, twisted her upper body in that characteristic way, and looked down at him. Because she was backlit, Nagato couldn’t clearly see her expression from below.

However, the presence of her bust, which gently swelled her uniform, seemed even more pronounced. Nagato forced an awkward smile while being careful not to let her notice the change in his crotch.

“When you put it that way… it sounds a bit scary…”

The corners of the secretary’s mouth softened slightly.

“Please don’t worry… Sergeant Major…”

She placed her fingertips on the black frame of her glasses and gently stroked it.

“At least inside this quarters building, you don’t need to worry about being swarmed by women… The general female soldiers reside on floors 1 to 3, while female officers use part of the third floor. The fourth floor, where you will be staying — including the entrance and corridors — is completely separated from the rest… It’s highly unlikely that female soldiers will come rushing to your room…”

I see… But on the other hand… if I stay cooped up here, I won’t have any chance to meet those nine targets…

While following the secretary who had started walking again, he finally asked something that had been bothering him.

“Um… Has my assignment here been made known to the people on base…? If not, then most people probably don’t know about me yet…”

“That’s correct…”

The secretary answered without slowing her pace. The end of the stairs was just ahead.

“Some officers at the unit commander level should already know. However, I don’t have a full grasp of how far down the ranks this information has spread…”

Out of that list… five were unit commanders… So at least those people know about me… Assuming I can take her word for it…

When they reached the top of the stairs, they entered a long corridor. Tall wooden doors of the same design lined both walls.

At the far end was a somewhat wider space where sunlight poured in, and beyond that, another dimly lit corridor continued. He couldn’t tell exactly how deep it went.

“Before the male-to-female ratio of our soldiers became what it is today… back when men overwhelmingly outnumbered women… this floor was apparently reserved exclusively for female soldiers. Now it is mainly used to accommodate guests from Central Command or external visitors…”

She stopped in front of the third door on the left, with the stairs behind her.

“This is your room for the duration of your training period, Sergeant Major. By the way…”

She pointed toward the sunlit area deeper in the corridor.

“That area in the back contains shared facilities such as the shower room, toilets, and laundry.”

After confirming Nagato’s nod, she unlocked the door and turned the knob. Holding the silently opened door, she stood inside.

“Please…”

The room was far more spacious, clean, and luxurious than Nagato had expected. The short-pile carpet on the floor looked brand new.

The first things that caught his eye were a heavy wooden desk and a chair with a backrest. On the desk sat a laptop computer, a desk lamp, and a digital clock with alarm function. Waist-high windows beside the desk had calm-colored curtains that matched the carpet.

Next, his eyes were drawn to the bed against the left wall. It was large enough for three or four people to lie down, covered with fresh white sheets and a fluffy down comforter with a white cover.

On the right wall stood a large built-in wardrobe and a cabinet similar to the one he had seen in the commander’s office. His personal luggage had already been brought in and placed on the floor in front of them. It looked terribly shabby in comparison to the room.

“Um… my shoes…?”

“You can keep them on…”

Urged by the secretary once again, he stepped inside. The large furniture was unlike anything he had seen before. Even so, there was still enough space in the center of the room to dance lightly.

“I know you must be tired, Sergeant Major… but please check the terminal first. Your schedule for the near future should have been updated on the task management tool…”

She pulled the brand-new chair — which still seemed to carry the scent of wood — slightly backward. Following her prompt, Nagato sat down.

He placed his military cap on the edge of the desk and turned on the computer. It was a similar model to the one he had used at the officer academy. He noticed that immediately.

“By the way…”

From behind, Secretary Takizaki’s fingers gently touched his right shoulder. That rich, sweet scent drifted to the tip of his nose.

His heartbeat quickened, striking hard against his sternum. He tried to concentrate on operating the computer to hide it.

“Starting today at 17:10… you are scheduled to greet the soldiers of the base through this terminal…”

He glanced at the digital clock on the edge of the desk. The LCD screen showed it was currently 15:32.

“There’s still some time until then… Sergeant Major…”

Her other arm rested on his left shoulder.

“Shall I give you a little massage…? You must be exhausted…”

She lifted Nagato’s hands, which had been on the terminal, and gently pulled them backward.

“Um…”

“Please don’t worry… Sergeant Major…”

While intertwining her fingers with his, she slowly lowered his arms. Then, in a calm tone, she said:

“There’s nothing… you need to be afraid of…”

Beneath his rapidly beating heart, his member was pushing hard against the fabric of his trousers. Overwhelmed by the scent drifting from Takizaki Ayame and the soft sensation of her body, Nagato was beginning to lose himself.

Chapter 10: The Secretary’s Trap ④ Footjob Torture

Ka-shun…!

The strange metallic sound snapped Nagato back to his senses, cutting through his lust-clouded mind.

Sensing danger, he reflexively tried to stand up from the chair. However, something wrapped around his wrists behind his back firmly locked him to the chair’s backrest.

Ka-shun…! Ka-shun…!

The next sound locked his ankles, and the one after that connected his wrists and ankles together with a solid click.

“Ta… Takizaki-san…! What the hell is this…?”

“Restraints for interrogation… Sergeant Major…”

She said it shamelessly, then tilted the chair Nagato was sitting on diagonally and dragged it about two meters away from the desk.

“Spring steel wire that can withstand 800 kg of load… When carried, it can be shaped into a ring — like a small pair of handcuffs — and kept in a pocket. It’s not official military equipment. I had the twins make it for me.”

“That’s not what I’m asking… Mgh…!”

Before he could finish, she shoved a ping-pong ball with a hole in it into his mouth and fastened the leather straps behind his head.

“One of their annoying traits, Sergeant Major…”

The secretary said while searching the pocket of her skirt. In her hand was a thin box-like device.

“…is that they pursue performance far beyond what was requested. They wasted extra time on it, and it nearly wasn’t ready in time for today…”

When she pressed a small button on the box, a mechanical whirring sound rang out. The wire connecting his wrists and ankles tightened, forcing his thighs apart. If he resisted, the wire would tear into his skin and eventually his muscles.

“Now then… Sergeant Major…”

After confirming his legs were spread almost 180 degrees, she placed the remote on the desk.

“We have no intention of harming you… Nor do we particularly want to make you suffer. If you simply answer our questions honestly… we can release you from these restraints right away. Do you understand…?”

“Nngh… Fuuu…!”

Because of the gag, he couldn’t answer. Even shaking his head was difficult.

He couldn’t even swallow his saliva properly. If he moved his head, the drool accumulating in his mouth would clearly spill onto his clothes and the floor. On top of that, Nagato’s mind was already overwhelmed by this completely unexpected turn of events.

“We”? Who is “we”…? She’s the commander’s secretary… so does that mean… this is the commander’s order…?

“You don’t understand… I see. That’s how it is, Sergeant Major…?”

He groaned to show she was misunderstanding.

“It’s useless…”

As she spoke, she slowly closed the distance between them.

“As I said earlier… that wire isn’t something you can break with human strength…”

What the hell is wrong with this woman…? She acts all smart, but she’s surprisingly slow on the uptake… Or is she deliberately pretending not to understand…?

She leaned forward, hooked her fingers on the high collar of his uniform, and undid it. She continued unbuttoning the gold buttons underneath. Once the last button was undone, his jacket fell open, revealing a white high-collared long-sleeve shirt.

What is she planning to do…!? What happened to the questions…!?

He furrowed his brows and groaned. That was the best resistance he could offer.

“Sergeant Major Nagato…”

While unbuttoning his shirt from the top down, she asked:

“In the commander’s office… were you given any special mission?”

Even as she questioned him, she didn’t look at his face. Instead, she pulled the hem of his shirt out from his trousers.

“Was it related to sexual intercourse…? With the officers on this base…?”

She then pulled up the white tank top underneath all the way to his chest, exposing his tanned, muscular torso. It was a well-trained body with not a single ounce of unnecessary fat.

Takizaki Ayame’s eyes narrowed slightly. Without saying a word, she parted her glossy lips sweetly.

A wet, glistening tongue slithered out and approached the tip of his chest.

Chu… Lero…

“Buuu… Gmuuuu… n…!”

A strange pleasure mixed with ticklishness made him twist his body involuntarily. An unbearable groan leaked from his throat.

At the same time, saliva overflowed from the hole in the ping-pong ball gag, dripping not only onto his clothes but also onto the secretary’s head with wet plops.

“I’m disappointed… Sergeant Major Nagato…”

She wiped the saliva that had fallen onto her straight black hair with her palm and said:

“Even if you resist like this… it will only make your position worse in the end…”

She rubbed her saliva-coated palm on his open jacket, then removed her own military jacket, leaving her in a white blouse.

“You were ordered by the commander…”

One by one, the buttons of her blouse came undone. At the third button, a soft, deep valley of cleavage appeared. At the fourth, a glossy purple lace bra was revealed.

“…to have sexual intercourse with the officers belonging to this base. There is no mistake about that, is there…?”

Smooth white skin. Breasts that seemed slightly too large for her slender frame. The seductive, glossy underwear covering them. A sharply defined, narrow waist.

Nagato could not tear his eyes away from the body visible through her open blouse.

Why…? Why is she taking her clothes off too…? Is this a test after all…? Is she testing whether I’ll betray the commander…? Or is she serious…? Is she seriously trying to make me betray the commander…?

However, Nagato could not understand the true intentions of the secretary or the commander. One reason was that he had not been given enough information to determine their motives.

The second reason was between his legs. His member was painfully hard, swollen, and twisting violently inside his underwear. Because of that, he could not think clearly.

“Answer me honestly… Sergeant Major…”

Still wearing her heeled shoes, she placed her toes on the center of his widely spread thighs.

“Moooo… Mubuuuu…!”

Drooling from the gag, Nagato writhed. She rested her heel lightly on the edge of the chair to stabilize herself, then began moving her toes like a pendulum, stroking the bulge in his trousers.

Kuni… Zunu… Nuku… Nuchi…

Nagato’s hips trembled violently at this first-time sensation and unknown pleasure. Perhaps encouraged by his reaction, her supple leg began drawing complex, writhing lines over his crotch. With those movements, the hem of her tight skirt gradually rode up.

“Ngu… Buguuuu…”

She didn’t seem to care at all that her plump white thighs were becoming exposed. While giving glimpses of her purple panties that matched her bra, she persistently tormented him.

Intense humiliation mixed with occasional sharp pain. Overwhelming pleasure and dizzying visual stimulation far surpassed them.

Nagato’s member was now so hard and swollen that it threatened to rip his belt apart, throbbing painfully.

“You’re quite… stubborn… aren’t you, Sergeant Major…”

After moving her toes like a pendulum for a while on his crotch, she stopped. Perhaps because of the unstable posture, her breathing had become quite heavy.

The secretary bent the leg resting on him and placed her elbow on her knee, then leaned forward, bringing her face close to his. From Nagato’s position, he had a clear view of the white twin mounds covered by the purple bra.

“As a soldier… your tight-lipped nature is admirable, Sergeant Major… However, in a situation like this… can you really say that continuing to stay silent is a wise decision…?”

She pressed her toes forward as hard as she could, as if flooring the accelerator.

“Mgu… Nguuu…!”

Nagato’s jaw jerked upward. Seeing the groan that escaped him, she smiled with clear amusement.

“You’ve become incredibly hard… and big… Sergeant Major. It must be painful, no…?”

She lowered the foot that had been stepping on him back to the floor.

“I’ll make it a little easier for you…”

Saying that, she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper.

Chapter 11: The Secretary’s Trap ⑤ I Am a Virgin

His swollen tip was already peeking out from the waistband of his underwear, showing its dark red head.

“Buu… guuuu… n…”

A mixture of shame and frustration caused Nagato to let out a protesting groan. Ignoring it, she hooked her fingers into his underwear and pulled it down, freeing him completely.

Like a spring-loaded mechanism, his raging erection sprang up and bounced between his thighs. Restrained, stripped, and now with his most shameful part completely exposed — was there any greater humiliation a man could suffer?

Yet Nagato remained silent. He even forgot to groan, his mind completely stolen by the sight before him. He might have even stopped breathing for a moment.

However, his heart was pounding faster and faster. The violent blood flow pumped by his heart was relentlessly fueling his sexual desire.

Breasts… real… bare breasts…!

Takizaki Ayame had reached her right hand behind her back and was unfastening her bra hook, fully aware of Nagato’s gaze.

She pressed her left elbow against her breasts to hide the tips, then let the unhooked bra fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

Between her chest and elbow, her abundant, pure-white breasts were trembling softly. Nagato’s whole body shuddered in response to that quiver.

“Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts… directly before, Sergeant Major…?”

Instead of Nagato, his throbbing cock shook its “head” once.

“Do you want to see them…?”

After a short pause, his honest tip twitched upward again. Seeing this, the secretary smiled faintly.

“Unfortunately… I still cannot show them to you yet… Sergeant Major…”

She turned her back to him smoothly and reached for the zipper at the waist of her skirt. What she revealed next was an entirely unknown world to Nagato.

Her visibly soft hips swayed seductively from side to side. The tight skirt slowly peeled downward, finally exposing the truth to him.

So that’s why…!

Nagato finally understood.

Why her hips had been able to show him the soft movement of her flesh so clearly.

A T-back…! This is… a T-back thong…! How… how lewd…!

That string-like underwear left almost all of Takizaki Ayame’s plump, bouncy ass flesh exposed. A heart-shaped bottom that made one want to bury their face in it.

Between the two swells of flesh lay a deep, hidden, plump secret mound. A glossy purple string was wedged tightly into it.

While she finished removing her skirt, Nagato was able to closely observe every fine tremor of her flesh and every seductive detail. Or rather, he was being deliberately shown them.

As a result, the tip of his cock was stretched so tight it looked ready to burst, and a translucent bead of precum leaked from the slit.

Still covering her breasts with her left arm, the secretary turned her head back to quietly check Nagato’s expression and the state of his crotch. Then she spread her legs and thrust her ass toward him.

If he could move freely, who could blame him for wanting to? That soft flesh was now close enough that he could bury his fingers — or even his face — in it.

“Do you want to touch it… Sergeant Major…?”

As she spoke, she reached her free hand between her own legs. She used her index and ring fingers to spread the plump mound where the thong string was buried.

The fabric running vertically over it was visibly soaked. It was an erotic sight, like watching a rosebud beginning to bloom.

“Or… do you want to lick it…?”

However, he still couldn’t see the most critical part. The narrow string, barely a centimeter wide, was hiding it. Even so, Nagato’s breathing was rough with excitement.

Amazing…! Something this… this lewd is happening right in front of me…! But… no, I can’t…! I have the Commander… Ah… and yet…! Down here won’t listen to me…! It hurts so much… I feel like I’m going to explode…!

“I am… a virgin, Sergeant Major…”

That was the finishing blow.

Nagato’s rationality nearly snapped completely in that instant. All that would be left was pure animal lust.

“Many men have tried to claim my body… using the Special Measures Act as a shield. Some even tried to force themselves on me… But I managed to protect myself until today…”

Her words and her body mercilessly pushed Nagato, who was rapidly turning into a beast, even further.

However, the one thing he truly wanted to touch and be given remained neglected for a long time. He was now like a starving dog staring at a feast, forced to wait.

“But… nn… haa…”

As if delivering another blow, she slid her middle finger slowly into her folds from the side of her thong. When she pulled it out again, thick, sticky nectar stretched in an amber thread.

“Depending on your answer… Sergeant Major… I wouldn’t mind… haa… nn… giving it to you…”

The string-like thong. The spread pink mound covered in transparent nectar. Her white, slender fingers repeatedly entering and exiting.

Kuchi… Kuchu… Guchu… Nuchu…

Before long, the wet, sticky sounds filled the entire room. The walls, the floor, and even the ceiling seemed drenched in moisture.

“Nbuuu…! Mufuuuu… Ugu buuuu…!”

Drool overflowed from Nagato’s mouth, soaking his chin, neck, the chest of his open uniform and shirt, and even his thighs and crotch.

He was being torn apart between the seductive charm of Takizaki Ayame’s body and his feelings for Asagiri Reika. From that rift surged endless desire and swelling pressure. His rationality was on the verge of total collapse.

“To make a woman say this much… and still stay silent… nn…! You really are… haa… quite stubborn, Sergeant Major…”

As she spoke, she brought her dripping wet flower right up to the tip of Nagato’s nose.

Ah…! It’s so… wet and glistening…! I want to touch it… I want to lick it…! But… ah… Commander…!

Just one centimeter away from contact, Nagato suddenly jerked his head back as hard as he could, as if trying to shake something off. The momentum nearly tipped the chair backward.

Dangerous…!

If it fell all the way, his full body weight would crush his arms, which were fixed behind the backrest — almost certainly breaking bones. That would ruin his entire training and mission.

In an instant, Nagato kicked the floor with his toes. Using impossible strength, he forcibly changed the direction of the falling chair.

Thud…!

The chair fell sideways. Still bound to it, Nagato crashed down head-first toward the floor.

With both hands and feet restrained, he couldn’t break his fall. However, by twisting his neck to the right at the last moment, he barely avoided smashing his head into the floor.

Instead, he spilled almost all the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth onto the carpet. The droplets formed a shape resembling the peninsula where this frontline base was located on the brand-new carpet.

“Fuuu~…”

He looked up at the sigh from above. There was Takizaki Ayame’s crotch, barely covered by her tiny thong. But what shocked him most was the pair of twin mounds towering even higher.

The plump curves and bouncy elasticity. The lewd shadows they cast made their surface glisten obscenely.

What captured his eyes above all was the sharp points at their tips. The puffy, pink nipples looked as fresh and juicy as fruit just before peak ripeness.

Breasts… Real breasts…! They look so… soft and jiggly… And those… those are nipples…! Such beautiful… pink ones… Ah… I want to suck them… I want to bury my face in them…!

Even so, his feelings for the Commander helped him tear his gaze away. Nagato turned his face from those swells and squeezed his eyes shut.

Yet even after falling over, between his forcibly spread thighs, his rock-hard erection still jutted out like a horn.

“When stubbornness reaches this level… I have no choice but to call it admirable…”

Chapter 12: The Secretary’s Trap ⑥ Are You Mocking Me?

“Time is running out… Let’s end today’s interrogation here. However, Sergeant Major… you, who refused to answer my questions with such a defiant attitude… will have to receive appropriate punishment…”

With a short huff, she used surprising strength for her slender arms to upright the fallen chair — with Nagato still bound to it. She then adjusted the chair’s position so it faced the desk directly.

“In about 30 minutes… the camera feed from this terminal will be broadcast via the network to nearly every terminal on the base…”

Turning her smooth, bare back to Nagato, she slipped her arms through the bra she had picked up at some point and fastened the hook behind her.

“You, Sergeant Major…”

She picked up her skirt next and stepped into it.

“…will show your shameful appearance to the 2,000 female soldiers on this base. Whether they’ll be excited or completely turned off… I can’t say for sure.”

She put on her blouse, buttoned it up, tucked the hem into her skirt, and finally slipped on her purple military jacket. She then adjusted the position of the computer on the desk so that its camera would clearly capture everything from Nagato’s knees upward.

“Well then… I’ll be leaving now…”

She picked up the remote for the restraints from the desk, but then seemed to think of something and walked behind Nagato.

“We can’t have you falling over again…”

She fiddled with the remote, adjusting the length of the extensible wires, then securely fastened them to the desk and the leg of the bed.

“Oh, right…”

As she was about to leave, she added some practical information in a businesslike tone.

“Today’s dinner will be delivered at 18:30, and tomorrow’s breakfast at 6:30. Please leave the dishes outside your door after eating. The logistics unit will collect them just like they deliver them. The shower room is available until 22:00, and the laundry until 23:00. Lights-out in the quarters is also at 23:00… After that, until 6:00 the next morning, power supply to this building — including outlets — will be completely cut off except for emergency power. Due to limited resources in this country, excessive energy consumption is prohibited even at frontline bases. Please cooperate with power saving. Your training schedule starting tomorrow is saved in the task management tool. Ah… I already mentioned that, didn’t I? Please check it later… Any questions? If not, I’ll take my leave… Sergeant Major…”

The doorknob turned, the door opened, and closed with a cold click. The sharp sound of her heels clicking against the floor grew distant and eventually disappeared.

The only sound left in the room was Nagato’s own rough breathing, muffled by saliva and the ping-pong ball gag. The digital clock on the desk continued ticking away the seconds with cold precision. It had already passed 16:35.

35 minutes left…

What do I do…? How can I get out of this wire…?

His eyes darted frantically around the room. The computer screen on the desk displayed his pathetic state with merciless clarity. Even on the 30-centimeter screen, the dark red, massively swollen thing jutting out from between his thighs was clearly visible.

Of course, he wanted to put it away as quickly as possible. But the intense memory of the scent, warmth, and texture of the commander and the secretary’s bodies refused to let his erection subside.

Unable to even complain about the heavy burden between his legs, Nagato desperately searched for any way to escape this situation.

The desk, the computer, the desk lamp, the digital clock. The bed against the wall, the trash bin beside it. The wardrobe and cabinet on the opposite wall. His luggage placed in front of them…

That’s it! he thought.

If he could reach the knife or wire cutters in his personal equipment, he could free himself from the restraints.

But to do that… he first had to get over there…

He tried rocking the chair in various directions to tip it over, or kicking the floor with his toes like he had done earlier.

But this time, it barely moved. All he achieved was sharp pain in his wrists and ankles. Secretary Takizaki had secured him very thoroughly. He let out a frustrated “Bufuu…” along with more drool.

Damn it…! There has to be something else…

No matter how much he scanned the room, there was no clue. And even if he found something, as long as he was fixed by the wires, there was nothing he could do.

His gaze turned to the clock. He knew he shouldn’t be wasting time, yet he couldn’t stop looking.

Time was moving forward relentlessly at its fixed speed.

It now read 16:38. Nagato desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.

This is bad… really bad… If it gets broadcast like this… the commander’s mission will be ruined…

No… I can’t give up…! There has to be… there has to be some way…

The image of himself on the computer screen seemed to mock his desperation — gagged with a ping-pong ball, drooling all over his exposed chest, and shamelessly displaying his rock-hard symbol of lust.

Blood was rushing not only to his crotch but also to his head. He was in no state to think clearly, and he was painfully aware of it.

The very next moment, he sensed a presence.

In front of the metal cabinet, next to his luggage on the floor, a small face wearing a black hood suddenly peeked out from a narrow gap in the cabinet door — like a jack-in-the-box.

Large pale blue eyes framed by platinum eyelashes were staring at him through the tiny opening.

“Guu…! Bumuuuuu…!”

Surprised, Nagato tried to shout. But only a muffled groan and more saliva sprayed out from the hole in the ping-pong ball.

The blue eyes watched every last drop of saliva fall onto his uniform and the floor. Then, without a word, the head quickly ducked back inside. The cabinet door closed silently.

“Bugu…! Gubbu…! Bufu… Fubuuuu…!”

Nagato desperately tried to call the black-hooded figure back, spraying saliva everywhere. He didn’t care who she was or why she was hiding inside his room’s cabinet. None of that mattered right now.

All he cared about was escaping this situation before the broadcast started. And right now, the only one who seemed capable of helping him was the person inside the cabinet.

Ignoring the pain in his limbs, Nagato shook his body violently, making the chair creak loudly, and continued making unintelligible noises while flinging drool around.

“…What? You need something…?”

Had his desperate plea reached her? The cabinet door opened again, and the black hood peeked out once more.

“Bufu…! Buguuu muuuu…!”

Using his tone, facial expression, and whatever slight movements he could make with his neck, shoulders, and toes, Nagato tried to convey his message:

“Get this off me.”

And by glancing urgently at the clock on the desk: “There’s no time left.”

The black-hooded figure sprang out of the cabinet with spring-like speed and landed silently on the floor. Her movements were flawless. But what surprised Nagato more was that she was dressed entirely in black, not just the hood.

She looks exactly like… a ninja from a manga…

He was also surprised by her gender. She was much smaller than him. Even the loose black outfit couldn’t hide her curves and narrow waist. The distinct hourglass figure clearly showed she was a woman.

The clock now read 16:41. Realizing this, Nagato refocused and tried once again to convey his message:

“Get this off me.”

“There’s no time.”

She stepped in front of him as if pushed by his urgency. Then, furrowing her neat platinum eyebrows that matched her eyelashes, she looked down at him.

“Are you mocking me…? With that…?”

Of course, that was completely different from the message Nagato had intended.