Ch.317Peaceful Everyday Stories (3)

Watching them maintain what’s known as “girls’ talk,” I felt completely at peace.

‘That’s right, people can’t just live in constant battle.’

What a wholesome and beautiful sight.

Well… last time with Griyanar and Femi-kanp…

No, her appearance has changed so much now that it’s excessive to call her “kanp” anymore—but due to the instigation of that Space Elf, a reverse bunny party did break out.

Shouldn’t peace after battle be exactly this kind of calm and pure scene?

Erotic things are nice too, but sometimes you crave something simple and wholesome.

…Perhaps after dealing with so many sexual deviants these past few days while handling daily quests and resources…

The thought quietly occurred to me that my brain might be tired and now craving something normal.

Anyway, what mattered was that my excessively burned-out head wanted peace in the current situation.

Seeing our superhumans enjoying wholesome and peaceful rest time, I decided to take a break myself, receiving a cup of coffee from Jessica and enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea time.

—

However, the superhumans living that way was only from Icarus’s “perspective.”

In reality, their hearts were… quite different from what Icarus thought.

For example, Pashtra and Lepan “getting along” wasn’t just female friendship.

Nor was it, as the lewd something inside Icarus might think, an attempt to melt the Arctic and help polar bears flourish.

The reason those two stuck together was simply…

“When and where would be most appropriate for a secret meeting with the Commander♡”

“I wonder about that too.”

It was so Pashtra could choose the most appropriate place to naturally meet with Icarus, have a private meeting, and implement the “Cha-Cha Soccer Team Creation Project.”

Of course, to be more precise and detailed…

“If I request a meeting with the Commander here, and through that… hehehehehe♡”

“You seem to be having fun.”

“Don’t I just♡”

At least they were on the same wavelength.

It could be said that Pashtra was excitedly going around indulging in fantasies(?), while Commander Lepan watched with amusement or helped her.

—

Meanwhile, what our Griyanar was trying to create wasn’t actually a modification of superhuman soldiers’ combat uniforms.

What she wanted was to analyze the user’s… no, the Commander’s “uniform,” and then…

Bring a “bio-costume” disguised as a uniform from somewhere Icarus would never expect, collect Icarus’s genes…

And through that, create a clone of the Commander—it was a grand plan, but…

“Haaaaaah♡”

“P-Professor, I just thought about something…♡”

“Whaaaat♡”

“If w-we give it to him, won’t the Commander be suspicious and… not wear it?”

“Ah.”

The problem was, as always, typical of a mad scientist who only looked forward.

She hadn’t considered that the Commander might be suspicious of clothing they brought and refuse to wear it, resulting in wasted effort and causing her to cry out in despair.

…Of course, those cries of despair sounded more like strange, erotic moans.

—

And this was true not only for Sumeragi and Ignis who appointed themselves as Icarus’s guards…

But even Partia was the same.

Their goals also had strangely perverted aspects.

They either wanted to be pounced on by the Commander who never laid hands on them, or conversely, they intended to pounce on him themselves.

But as things progressed, unfortunately, Sumeragi had become a true cat-person.

Rather than being mounted by Icarus, she had become a pet who just purred beside him and got her head patted.

As for Ignis and Partia, since they had nothing to do while Sumeragi was deployed, they naturally went to exercise…

“Member, just 5 more sets!”

“Hnnnngh! This is the power of muscles!”

“Oh, are you coming? Toward me, Partia…!”

…For some unknown reason, they had suddenly become obsessed with fitness.

After finishing their guard duty for the Commander, they would immediately rush to the gym.

Of course, their reason for working out did include intentions like giving the Commander the ultimate stimulation later…

“Don’t you lack chest muscles, Ignis?”

“…”

While Ignis, who invested more in flexibility than strength, was one thing…

Partia’s dedication to all sorts of fitness and bar exercises, even switching to “battle mode” to perform them seriously, raised suspicions of a different kind.

—

And the “strategy” meeting between Berial and Marian was fundamentally the same.

On the surface, it looked like a very plausible discussion of strategy and tactics…

“If we bring the fleet in here, wouldn’t we be in danger during the withdrawal process?”

“Well, if we use the terrain for a blockade operation, the enemy flagship won’t be able to escape and will be captured.”

“Hmm…”

“Additionally, if we corner them, probably…”

“Excellent.”

But what was it actually?

“If we bring the fleet in here, wouldn’t we be in danger during the withdrawal process?”

(If I go straight for the Commander, wouldn’t that cause problems later?)

“Well, if we use the terrain for a blockade operation, the enemy flagship won’t be able to escape and will be captured.”

(Since oppa has a gentle side, shouldn’t we just lock ourselves in a room and have sex until we can’t leave?)

“Additionally, if we corner them, probably…”

(Of course, just doing it might not work, so we should drug him and do various things)

“Excellent.”

(Good)

They were formulating a truly grand secret plan to take Icarus’s virginity.

It was an operation called “Seduce Commander Icarus and Mount Him, Let’s Go!”

—

And the one person watching all this and understanding the whole truth…

Tiamat, with her shocking fashion of completely missing bottoms and no underwear, but with a perfectly sane(?) mind…

She felt her head going blank as she watched the spectacle of horny females in heat unfolding in all directions, far removed from anything “wholesome.”

‘Commander, there are perverts everywhere I look.’

Of course, while Tiamat was physically weak…

She could quickly regain her composure thanks to her abilities as an SSS-rank superhuman.

But that didn’t change the reality of the situation.

Watching Berial and Marian sharing their mounting plans in code(?), Tiamat could only shake her large red-horned head.

‘Commander, it seems you’ll need to eat a lot of stamina-restoring food soon.’

And it seemed very clear that Commander Icarus would face hardship.

Tiamat could only pray for the Commander who would soon suffer from the superhumans’ serial mounting.

Of course, considering her usual attire made her look like the biggest pervert, and Icarus considered her the most perverted despite her clumsiness…

If Icarus knew about these thoughts, he would find it an absurd black humor.

Unfortunately, Icarus was currently enjoying a sweet afternoon moment drinking Jessica’s coffee.

So there was no one to point out Tiamat’s hypocritical attitude.

—

And finally, in the case of Aquarias from the base mercenary group…

‘It seems like the conversation makes sense, but also doesn’t…?’

While Marian and Berial’s conversation seemed plausible…

When she thought about it carefully, strangely mismatched parts kept popping up, making her tilt her head in confusion.

Of course, that didn’t last long.

‘Ah, is this some kind of coded conversation?’

Though she couldn’t understand the content, she realized that the imprecise coupling of conversational order indicated some kind of coded communication.

Thinking that perhaps she still wasn’t accepted by the base personnel, she became slightly dejected.

—

And completely unaware of what the superhumans were doing…

I was leisurely sipping my coffee when…

-Beep beep beep!

“Oh? Commander? There’s a sudden incoming communication…”

“Communication?”

“Yes, should I accept it?”

“Well… let’s accept it for now. If it’s hostile, we can just cut it off.”

“Yes, I’ll connect it right away.”

I accepted the communication without much thought, wondering if it might be a mini-event.

And right after that.

-Static!

-“Um, excuse me? Is this Commander Icarus’s communication channel?”

“Huh?”

-“If it is, I’m really sorry to bother you, but… could you possibly take us in?”

“…Huh???”

I could only raise question marks above my head at this sudden request.

‘What is this about?’