episode_0053

One might say that it’s normal for it to be black if you’re closing your eyes, but usually, dreams aren’t devoid of light like this.

Feeling as if I had entered the dream of an aphantasia patient, I was tormented by the pungent stench of blood, gunpowder, and iron that tickled my nose. Then I felt myself falling through that blurry black world as if sliding down a chute.

My eyes snapped open to reveal a pristine white ceiling, a truly cliché sight but one I’d never seen before.

Moreover, though I had closed my eyes between the concrete walls of Golden Arch’s back alley, where Fiftystar’s corpse should have been rolling around, my back was cradled by a soft, fiber bed.

A soft sigh.

I turned my head at the faint breathing and saw Martina curled up against me, breathing softly as she slept deeply.

She was safe.

“The others…”

“The two of them were also transferred to the Trauma Team and are receiving treatment. The bleeding was severe, but their lives aren’t in danger.”

My eyes were dazzled by her shining golden hair, sparkling in the gently warm sunlight streaming through the window. I squinted slightly, and only then did her composed face reveal itself.

Her expression was somehow as rigid as when I first met her, but she seemed to be smiling faintly.

“That’s a relief… but where is this place?”

As I sat up, I realized the sunlight streaming through the window was the truly warm, real sun I hadn’t felt in 10 years of living in the Lower City.

There are only a few places within this Eclipse Point where you can feel such real sun.

Either the outskirts like Golden Arch or Rossboard…

“As you can see, it’s the Upper City.”

Or, as she implied, the world of the wealthy who monopolize sunlight.

“The loss of dozens of veteran retired soldiers is a huge blow to Fiftystar. Thanks to that, we were able to contact the Main Bank without major crises afterward.”

“Mmm…”

The tingling sensation in my fists had vanished, but the cold metallic chill of the cyberware, named Cerberus, still ran down my spine.

As I felt that chill, Kathleen immediately deposited 200,000 credits into my account.

A large, heavy sum of credits deeply entrenched itself in my account, filling my living expenses to the brim.

This moment, when my account swells after each completed依頼, makes my spine tingle, like an orgasm.

“But come to think of it, the payment was 200,000 credits. Is it okay to give it all, even after calling the Trauma Team?”

“It’s separate from the commission fee. And since you safely arrived in the Upper City, we can file a lawsuit against the corporation that attacked Extreme Military and claim compensation dozens of times the damages incurred.”

“Is that how things work?”

“If they tried to illegally shut down a business using external personnel and failed to finish the job properly, then this is what happens. It’s an unspoken rule among corporations, so even megacorps won’t be able to shield that company.”

Corporations are indeed terrifying.

I wondered how many shrimp would die in the whale fight [a proverb about collateral damage] happening above, but since it was a matter beyond my control, I decided not to worry about it.

“By the way, your recovery ability is extraordinary.”

“Ah…”

Come to think of it, she was right.

Bullets and knives had entered and exited my body multiple times, and though I didn’t know how long I had been sleeping, there were no traces of such fatal injuries on my body.

The tremendous regenerative power created by nanoware was an excellent ability for a mercenary who often put their body through harsh conditions, but it also invited suspicious glances.

“This is personal…”

“You seem reluctant to talk about it, so I won’t pry. It’s a good thing I didn’t admit you directly to a hospital.”

“…This isn’t a hospital?”

“It’s my home. It’s a guest room, but it looks quite comfortable, doesn’t it?”

“Ah, yes. It does.”

I never imagined that I, a mere mercenary, would enter the home of such a wealthy client, one who lived in the Upper City.

I wanted to savor the luxurious bedroom, a taste unavailable in the Lower City, a little longer, but since the job was done and I had been paid, I slowly threw off the blankets, intending to get Martina and go back.

And a bare, flesh-toned lower half greeted me, along with my erect penis, which had sprung up without shame, as if asking, ‘Are you finally awake?’

“Hmm…”

An awkward atmosphere settled.

“You were severely injured, but you’re still full of vigor.”

Perhaps I was the only one who felt that way, for Kathleen gazed at my rigidly raised penis without any reaction.

“No, that, this is…”

“It’s fine.”

I didn’t know what she meant by “it’s fine,” but Kathleen, sitting on the bed, staring at my naked body, pulled up her sweater.

Before I could stop her, the sweater rose, revealing her smooth stomach and belly button. Then, with a jiggle, heavy and massive breasts, comparable in size to Luna’s, the biggest I had ever seen, spilled out.

Marshmallow-white and huge flesh, plump large areolas, and nipples shyly hidden inward.

Kathleen’s breasts emerged into the world, spreading a hot air up to her face, contrary to her cold expression.

“Suddenly, what is this…”

As I swallowed instinctively at the sight before my eyes, my penis hardened, but along with a strange anticipation, bewilderment also washed over me.

But Kathleen leaned in, pressing closer to me.

And a soft hand guided mine to that soft yet firm flesh.

Flesh so cushioned that I couldn’t even feel my heartbeat when I touched it.

“This is my thanks to John, the human John, for risking his life for me, not John the mercenary.”

“I just…”

“This is not from Kathleen Rossmore, the succeeding CEO of Extreme Military, but from Kathleen personally.”

Kathleen laid my head on her lap.

The soft flesh of her thighs cushioned my head, and my vision was filled with her large lower breasts to the point where I couldn’t see the ceiling.

“They’re hidden, so it’s a bit troublesome to get them out, but please help me.”

“Hmm?!”

Soft flesh filling my mouth, along with the warmth heated by her descending body temperature.

It felt like biting into a fluffy, elastic marshmallow, and a faint milky scent wafted into my nose.

Unable to take it all in, her overflowing breast buried my nose and eyes, pressing down on my entire face with its heavy weight, imprinting the strong scent of her flesh into my head.

The scent of a woman, and in my mouth, plump areolas and nipples, a slightly salty crevice hidden inward, which I rolled with my tongue. Kathleen’s hand gently stroked my head.

Lying on her lap, sucking her breasts like a baby and being caressed, I felt bewildered but also let my penis twitch, desperately trying to draw out her inverted nipples by sucking hard on her breast.

As I sucked strongly, the tip of her slightly protruding nipple touched my tongue, and Kathleen flinched for a moment before gripping my penis, which had only been twitching restlessly.

“How was the ‘child’ I made? Isn’t it truly not meant for human use?”

“Mmm- Mmm-”

Up, down, up again, down again.

Kathleen’s hand, which had begun to gently stroke my penis, wasn’t strong.

However, it was more a matter of control than clumsiness, as she rubbed the glans in circles with her thumb or gently scraped the veins, tickling them.

“Normally, if someone used it a few times like you did, John, their entire body’s muscles would disintegrate, and they would become something limp and formless. Or, if not, chrome psycho syndrome would manifest, and they wouldn’t stop destroying everything around them, and themselves, until they were destroyed.”

“…”

“It was a reckless act. Whether it was a miracle or you are special, you got up perfectly fine, but it was 100% a death sentence.”

Pre-cum beaded at the tip of my penis from Kathleen’s hand movements.

As it flowed, a faint sloshing sound accompanied Kathleen’s movements as she moved my penis up and down.

Suck, suck. Each strong suck made the nipple, which tried to escape but then shyly hid its head again, harden, now almost fully protruding.

The sharp, tickling sensation made my body writhe instinctively. I tightly gripped her breast, biting the tip of the exposed nipple to prevent it from retreating.

The approaching orgasm made my body twist on its own.

“Still… if John hadn’t pushed himself, he would have been unhappy forever. Thank you. For doing something so reckless for me. You’ve worked hard.”

“Mmm… ugh..!”

My body, heated by her soft whispers and hot body temperature.

With an affectionate caress and a meticulous hand job, a clench! My muscles tightened, and semen spurted into the air, then fell, staining her hand.

Kathleen’s hand, covered in hot semen, gripped the base tightly, then slowly massaged it, squeezing out everything remaining in my urethra.

A squish. After extracting all the sticky semen, her hand stroked my head, as if proud and even more loving.

Somehow, I felt truly embarrassed, as if I had really become a baby.

A sense of lethargy came over me after ejaculating the thick semen, but I had intentionally not resisted at all to avoid hurting her. So I gently pushed her away and sat up.

Kathleen easily let go of me, and the breast I had been sucking on had an indentation from my bite marks, and the previously inverted nipple was now firmly erect, protruding plumply unlike the other side.

Covered in saliva, a long silver thread stretched out, making it quite erotic.

“Kathleen..!”

While maintaining a clean relationship with the client was my usual stance, if someone directly appealed to me like Yuki and Kana, I had no intention of avoiding it.

And giving a man a breast to suck and a hand job, even in a sexually promiscuous world, isn’t typical unless there’s some kind of mutual affection, love, or credit exchanged between them.

“You’re a married woman..!”

The problem was that our client, Kathleen, was a married woman with a child.

Of course, she was beautiful enough not to look it, and her body was excellent, but the existence of her husband, who could potentially smash my head in, made me hesitate.

If it were an enemy, I could just shoot them in the head, but I had no idea how to deal with a husband who found me having sex with his wife.

Kathleen’s faint milky scent mixed with her body odor was pleasant, her soft, plump breasts and inverted nipples were erotic, and the hand job was delightfully ticklish, but unfortunately, that fact was clapping in front of my eyes, telling me to focus.

Kathleen looked at me, making a deflating sound as if she knew what I was thinking.

“You don’t have to worry about that point.”

“Huh?”

I wanted to ask how on earth I couldn’t worry, but Kathleen got out of bed.

“By the way, Martina, that child shouldn’t see such erotic things yet.”

“Huh? Uh, well… yes.”

She said that while pointing at my penis. I couldn’t really say that Martina had seen more of my sex life than anyone else, so I made a strange expression and had no choice but to agree with Kathleen’s sudden statement.

At my agreement, Kathleen unbuttoned her gray jeans and pulled them down to her thighs.

The silver lace underwear hidden inside her pants descended with the gray jeans, resting on Kathleen’s most private area.

“Then, shall I hide it so she can’t see?”