CHAPTER 15 - [R-18] MY MISSION: WATCH THEM

The tunnel stretched out ahead of us, like a convulsing intestine. Each wall seemed to beat to its own rhythm. It was no longer a hallway: it was a breath. A warm, damp throat, slicked with an undefinable fluid that oozed from the walls, pooled on the ground, and formed greasy puddles beneath our feet.

I stayed silent. Not a single order, not a word. I no longer needed to speak for them to obey. Since the split with Kal, every breath I took was proof of my authority. And in that environment—humid, obscene, unforgiving—they needed me like someone clings to a torch in the dark.

Behind me, three women. Three soldiers, three bodies... or three ticking time bombs.

Myrr advanced silently, naked blade in hand, her breath short but steady. She held firm. Her shorts clung to her ass like a second skin, and each step revealed more sweat sliding down her thighs. But she fought it. She held her line.

Sae barely trembled. Her legs moved, but her gaze flickered. She stared at the walls as if they were whispering promises to her. A bead of sweat formed at her temple, slid slowly down her cheek, then her neck, and disappeared between her breasts. Her dress was wet from the inside.

And Tessa... Tessa wasn't really there anymore.

She was walking. Yes. But her hips swayed out of rhythm. Her eyes were heavy, dilated, fixed on my back. I hadn't looked at her yet. I didn't want to. But her scent forced me to admit it: she was dripping. Still. Constantly. Since waking, since the Hall of Reflections, she hadn't had a second of respite. Her pussy must have been burning like a furnace. And me... I felt the heat rising in my own loins.

The tunnel enclosed us like a lubricated mouth. The floor had grown softer, more supple, and each step triggered a ripple, a barely perceptible shiver. The material reacted. It vibrated under our boots, swallowing us slowly, as if we were already half-digested.

I placed a hand on the wall, just for a second.

It pulsed.

Not like a muscle. Like a pussy. Hot. Alive. Needy.

I pulled my hand back, slowly. A sticky thread followed, then snapped with a wet little sound.

In my head, a vibration.

[System]

Synchronization in progress...

Sexual flux detected.

Status: fertile.

I growled. Fertile? That wasn't a word you used for a corridor.

"Sae."

She flinched slightly but responded with a nod.

"You feel that?"

She closed her eyes for a second, inhaled—then stepped back. Her knees nearly buckled. She nodded again. Stronger.

"That... it's calling."

Myrr gritted her teeth. She understood too. But all she said was, "Let's move. Fast. Before it closes in on us."

I took another step. And that's when it happened.

A voice.

Not a whisper. A cry, distant, feminine, guttural. A screamed orgasm, deep in the tunnel. It vibrated in our chests, rose into our spines, hit our eardrums. Tessa stopped dead. Her legs began to tremble.

I turned around slowly.

She was standing. Rigid. Eyes wide. Cheeks soaked. And between her thighs, a clear stream. Her pants were soaked in juice. Her stomach was rising and falling abnormally fast. She panted, body arched, nipples so hard they nearly tore through the fabric.

I stepped toward her.

"Tessa."

She looked up. Slowly. Dazed. And when she opened her mouth, it wasn't to speak.

It was to moan.

A long moan, deep, thick, loaded with pleasure.

I placed my hand over her mouth, gently pushed her against the wall. She didn't resist. Her back pressed against it, her head tilted slightly. And under my fingers, I felt her lips vibrate.

I leaned in. Not to kiss her. To speak.

"Control yourself. You want us to leave you here? You want to die with your ass spread open against this wall?"

She moaned again, softer. But this time, her body stiffened. A drop of sweat slid between her breasts.

"I... I can't anymore. It's too much."

I let her go. Slowly.

She remained against the wall, soul-naked, trembling, offered.

I turned back to the others. Myrr held on. But her shorts were wet. And Sae... Sae had started walking again. Faster. As if running from the heat might save her.

Me, I already knew this tunnel was a uterus, and we were heading straight for its womb.

The tunnel opened without warning.

No curve. No break. A dilation. As if space itself had orgasmed. The walls tightened, retracted, then burst into a spherical cavity, bathed in a glowing red light, like seen through flesh.

The floor was covered with natural cushions—not fabric. A soft, moist, irregular material, like folds of relaxed skin. It smelled like the inside of a belly. Or worse: the inside of a freshly emptied body.

No one spoke.

But everyone understood what we were supposed to do: settle down. Catch our breath. Five minutes, no more. Myrr sat against a bulge in the wall. Her blade still at hand. Sae approached slowly, like a wounded doe. And Tessa... Tessa wasn't walking anymore: she was gliding.

I sat down, back to a soft protrusion, knees up, hand still on my weapon. I'd seen illusions before. Traps. But here... this wasn't illusion. It was intent. The place wanted to see us break. And it knew how.

Myrr closed her eyes for a moment. Then opened them abruptly. She stiffened. Her fingers clenched around her weapon's hilt.

"I... I just saw myself," she said.

Her voice was muffled. Slow. Heavy.

"Saw myself riding her. Her."

She pointed to Tessa with her chin. Her gaze shook.

"I was naked. She was crying. She was calling me. Begging me. And I... I held her by the hips and fucked her like an animal."

Tessa didn't react. Her breath was already too fast.

Her eyes were red. Her forehead soaked. She knelt slowly, hands on her thighs. Then... she opened her mouth.

"I want... I want to be touched," she whispered. "Just... a little. Somewhere. Now. Or I'll die."

She had no more filter.

No strategy.

No dignity.

Sae moved closer to me. Slowly. But not with fear. With... heat. Like a body drawn to another source of life. She settled against my side. Her shoulder touched mine. Her breath brushed my neck. And without warning, she leaned in... and bit me.

Not hard. But clear. Just below the jaw. A pinch. Animal.

I clenched my teeth. I didn't push her away.

But I stood up.

Sharply.

My fist struck the ground—or what passed for ground. A wet crack echoed. Steam hissed from a burst vein. And the system triggered in my skull.

[System]

Preservation reflex: activated

Risk of instinctive fusion: high.

Avoid uncontrolled penetrations.

I growled.

The word was chosen: uncontrolled.

In other words, some would be allowed.

I spun around. Myrr was already up. Blade in hand. Gaze crazed. She trembled.

Sae had curled up, vacant-eyed, hand between her thighs without even noticing.

And Tessa... was lying on the floor, arched, legs half-spread, hand in the air like she was waiting for punishment.

This was no longer a camp.

It was a hormonal ambush.

And even though my cock was hard enough to snap leather, I was still standing.

But for how long?

Silence spread like a layer of warm cum on the floor. The air vibrated. The organic cushions sank slightly under our bodies, and each breath sounded like a stifled moan. No one spoke. No one dared move. But everyone burned.

Then, without warning, the system's voice pierced my skull.

[System]

Secondary mission: Witness the impulses

Objective: observe without intervening

Conditions: let Myrr and Tessa unite without interrupting or participating

Reward: +1000 points

Overall emotional state: unstable but favorable to controlled discharge

I blinked. A mission? To... watch? I was supposed to sit there, a spectator, while two women drowned in lust less than a meter away? Without touching them? Without stopping them? Without even a command? What did the system take me for? A voyeur?

But my body already understood. I was hard. So hard. My pants stretched like a bowstring. And I knew that if I made a single move, if I broke the order, I'd lose more than points. This place wanted me to watch.

So I watched.

Myrr moved first.

She rose slowly, chest heaving with a rough breath, throat tight, gaze feverish. She set her blade on the ground, knelt, then turned toward Tessa. And in her eyes, there was no war. No strategy. Just hunger.

Tessa said nothing. But she opened her legs.

Not a word.

Not a sigh.

Just that obscene, perfect motion of a woman surrendering.

Myrr crawled toward her like a beast. On all fours. She climbed atop her. Their bodies sought each other, brushed, entwined. Their thighs overlapped. Their bellies pressed together. And when their breasts touched, a shiver rippled through the room.

The first kiss was filthy.

Not tender. Not gentle.

Myrr slammed her mouth onto Tessa's with dull ferocity. Their tongues tangled, fought, drowned. Wet sounds filled the space. Tessa moaned beneath her, fingers already tangled in her partner's hair. Her hips rolled in slow circles, seeking pressure, friction, a bite.

I didn't move.

But my fingers trembled on my knees.

Myrr let her hand slide down between them. She pushed Tessa's soaked pants aside with no finesse, then plunged two fingers between her lips. The sound it made... a sticky, obscene splash. Tessa arched under her, legs spread, eyes rolled back.

"Fuck... Myrr... keep going... harder..."

The warrior didn't reply. She sucked her lower lip, then leaned toward the offered chest. Her tongue traced a wet path between Tessa's breasts, then wrapped around a stiff nipple. She bit it. Hard. Tessa screamed. With pleasure. With frustration.

Her hips now thrashed uncontrollably, seeking the hand, the fingers, the orgasm.

Myrr suddenly rose.

She tore off her own shorts in one swift move, revealing a shaved pussy, slick with sweat, swollen with desire. Then she straddled Tessa again, pressed their sexes together—and started grinding.

Not slowly.

Not gently.

Like a beast in heat.

The sound was wet. Viscous. Two pussies grinding in rage, slapping against each other in a nearly animal undulation. Their breasts bounced with each thrust. Their bellies smacked. Their faces were twisted in pleasure. And their cries... were no longer human.

Tessa panted, clawed Myrr's hips, pulled her hair, opened her mouth like a girl fucked by a demon.

"Yes... yes... scream at me... fuck me raw..."

And Myrr, between moans, replied:

"You deserve it, slut... you begged for it..."

Then she went even faster.

Their juices flowed between their thighs.

The floor was soaked.

The smell of pussy filled the entire room.

And I was there. Hard. Panting. Witness to a living, monstrous, magnificent painting. I felt the fabric rub against my cock. I felt the system vibrating in my temples. And I knew it was almost over.

Tessa threw her head back. Her legs contracted. Her stomach clenched.

She came. Hard. A guttural cry, from her throat, almost animal.

And Myrr... Myrr followed just after. Her hips trembled. Her body stiffened. And she collapsed onto Tessa, thighs still tight, pussy pulsing.

I caught my breath.

[System]

Secondary mission: completed+1000 points obtained.

Status: control maintained.

Mental resistance: exceptional.

I stood up slowly.

Myrr and Tessa lay on the cushions, clinging to each other, trembling, filthy, but at peace.

And I was standing. Burning. Swollen.

But still in control.

For how long... I didn't know.

But that heart... that thing deep in the Bastion...

It was waiting for me.