Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 11

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In the fourth quarter

, as Wild Wolves and his men prepared to retreat, Christian and Jacobson discovered the Federation's assembly point.

With two Zaku against five, plus other artillery and a few tanks, their chances of victory were slim.

"Jacobson, I'm telling you, Alim was captured by the Federation. I'm going to rescue her. I'll fight the enemy with my electric axe, and you lie down and snipe."

"Don't be so impulsive! Wait for reinforcements."

Christian wasn't impulsive or reckless; his survival on the battlefield was largely due to his unerring intuition. But even the most accurate senses couldn't know that Hans next door was critically wounded.

Although he didn't understand why he possessed this ability. But he could indeed sense the intense emotions in others—hostility, unease, anger, and fear.

At this moment, he clearly felt Alim's intense fear, and beside her, a powerful and overwhelming aura of desire, hatred, and murderous intent. He had to save Alim no matter what, otherwise her future would be extremely dangerous.

Christian activated the Zaku, crouching low and charging towards the enemy in a zigzag pattern with his electric axe in hand, while Jacobson, providing cover, opened fire fiercely.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Amidst the hail of bullets, the upper half of a Zaku was blasted away. The enemy fired wildly in all directions, trying to locate the attackers.

Christian seized the opportunity to rush closer, smashing another Zaku down with a single axe blow.

Now it was one against three, but in the chaos, the Federation forces couldn't distinguish which Zaku was driven by the enemy. Christian, however, knew perfectly well that everyone around him was enemy.

Capitalizing on the enemy's confusion, Christian swiftly hacked and slashed, taking down a second Zaku. But the last one was much harder; it was now a fight to the death.

Both wielded their electric axes, clashing and striking each other, their axes intersecting in mid-air.

At this moment, Jacobson began firing at the nearby Federation vehicles, but Alim was aboard one of them.

"Jacobson, stop! Leave it to me. You'll kill Alim too."

Jacobson's Zaku abandoned firing and joined the battle, wielding an electric axe. At the same time, Christie severed the hand of the enemy Zaku, but his own Zaku was also struck in the shoulder.

At this point, Wolf's forces still had seven tanks remaining: five Type 61 tanks that had been airdropped and two Majera tanks that had been captured. In this close-quarters combat, the tanks were no match for the Zaku.

He ordered a retreat of three hundred meters and then gave the order over the radio: "Fire! All three at once, don't worry about your own men. One death is better than everyone else."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The seven tanks fired three salvos at close range, totaling twenty-one shots. Three Zaku were severely damaged, one of which exploded.

"Sigh! We used to have five intact Zaku, now we have seven wrecks. I'm losing a lot of money."

Inger looked at the cold-blooded devil and said, "You scum, you even sacrifice your own people."

"This is a necessary measure for victory." At

this moment, the second batch of Media transport planes began to land, preparing to transport the Zaku wreckage and release more support troops.

Suddenly, the Zaku, which was thought to be destroyed, started moving again. The Zaku with only one arm and two legs suddenly rushed forward and swung its electric axe at Wolf's head.

Wolf was only a few feet away from being smashed to pieces.

"Why did you stop! Are you trying to take hostages?" Despite the life-or-death situation, Wolf remained fearless.

"Order everyone to retreat," Christian said through the loudspeaker.

"Don't be ridiculous! If I'm such a coward who listens to you, who else would obey my orders?"

Alim, moved to tears, rushed towards Zaku, opened the driver's compartment door, and went inside.

"I'm sorry!" Accompanying the sincere apology was a sob filled with remorse.

The night air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the stench of burning Zaku and the wreckage of military vehicles, and the odor of burning human flesh.

Unless Wolf ordered his men to retreat, or Christian surrendered, the only outcome was mutual destruction. If Christian were to strike with his axe, he would be killed by the tank's cannon fire. If Wolf ordered the tank to fire, he would also be caught in the Zaku's explosion and die.

Despair was worse than death; Christian felt as if a gaping hole had been torn in his heart. Although he had retrieved Alim, his other comrade-in-arms, Jacobson, had died in the explosion.

Christian said, "If we're going to die, we'll die together. I won't back down ."

Wolf gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to tear the Zaku's pilot to pieces, but now he was caught in a dilemma.

The order that opened this escalating conflict was Inge's: "All units abandon this rendezvous point and temporarily relocate."

"Who authorized you to give such an order!" Wolf roared, cursing.

"I'm not trying to save you, but if this drags on any longer, it'll be bad once our reinforcements arrive."

The surrounding Federation troops retreated one after another, leaving only the armored vehicle carrying Wild Wolf and Inge.

Standing on the roof of the vehicle, Wild Wolf threw down a harsh threat: "If I see you on the battlefield again, I'll kill you with my own hands."

"Get out of here!" Christian shouted through the megaphone.

Watching the enemy leave, Christian felt like he had been given a second chance at life, but the price was the loss of his most precious comrades.

After the battle ended, Christian helped Alim put on his clothes, and the two walked hand in hand back to their barracks.

Everywhere they looked was the wreckage of battle, the corpses of soldiers from both sides, and wounded soldiers being carried away on stretchers, groaning in pain.

Midway through their journey, they saw their company commander, Schneider, sitting on a damaged Zaku. His hair was half-gray, his face weathered, as if he had aged several years overnight.

"I can't believe Hans died yesterday. Our squad was lucky; only one man perished. The rest of the units were in a terrible state. What happened to Jacobson? Why wasn't he with you?"

"Report! Squad Commander, Lieutenant Jacobson Schul Habshub, died a heroic death in last night's battle."

Schneider's face was extremely grim; he looked like a corpse.

"I thought I was lucky to be assigned to this base and wouldn't have to go to the front lines. I never imagined two people would die in a single day! Christian Lillis, I'm appointing you as squad commander. Your first order is to go back and rest."

Schneider jumped off Zaku, patted Christian on the shoulder, and said, "Kid! I know you and those two were like brothers, you must be very sad. It's good to vent on a woman, but after you're done, cheer up and don't worry people."

Christian's heart was churning, and tears welled in his eyes. Although as a soldier he was somewhat prepared,

the pain of losing two close friends he'd always fought and spent every day with was truly unbearable .

With tears welling in his eyes, Christian walked heavily back to his dilapidated dormitory.

During the battle, the dormitory was inevitably affected by the shelling, bearing bullet holes in many places and littered with rubble.

Back in his room, Christian discovered a large hole blasted through the wall, offering a view of the still-smoky battlefield.

Christian helped Alim sit on the bed and then rested his head on her cool, bare legs.

"Why did this happen? Those two were practically indestructible villains, yet they were killed so easily," Christian cried, tears streaming down his face.

Alim was deeply saddened; she was indirectly responsible for the deaths of Hans and Jacobson.

They were Christian's comrades-in-arms, sharing life and death. In the short span of half a month, they had repeatedly cared for him. Although, as members of the Federation Army, they were enemies, their deaths one after another in a single night were not something to be saddened by.

Alim couldn't help but think of how many friends and comrades she had lost since the start of the war. She knew very well how sorrowful Christian was.

With this in mind, she made a decision, taking off the only piece of clothing she was wearing. She lowered her head and kissed Christian's face.

"Please don't be sad anymore, okay?" Alim's voice was kind and sorrowful.

Alim's lips were soft and warm, carrying a sweet scent.

Christian no longer cared about the large hole in the wall; he only wanted to seek solace in Alim's body. Just like Lisna had been, compared to losing all her family and friends, she had only lost two comrades.

Although Alim was young and beautiful, her still-developing body naturally couldn't compare to the voluptuousness and fullness of Lisna and Yoko.

Christian sat up, stroking Alim's delicate cheeks, smooth pink neck, and sexy shoulders. He continued until he grasped her petite and adorable breasts.

Alim had never been touched before, let alone seen naked and innocent. Even when sharing a bathroom with her companions, she always wore a towel.

Alim's breathing quickened with nervousness, and her whole body trembled. What she was facing now was a first-time experience for her. There was a little fear, but no regret.

The way Christian was kneading her breasts brought Aerem unprecedented pleasure, making her body, though cold, feel hot.

"Ahhh..."

Aerem cried out as Christian buried his head in her breasts, licking them alternately with his tongue and gently biting them with his teeth.

Desire quickly ignited in her young body.

"Ah...ha...uh...hum..."

For Christian, since landing on Earth, he had never been intimate with a woman. And even though he shared a bed with Aerem, they had no romantic relationship. The long-term endurance and torment had only been relieved through masturbation.

Now he had finally achieved his desire, but he couldn't feel genuine joy. Christian had won Alim's heart because she sympathized with his grief over the loss of his friend and offered him physical comfort.

His ten fingers danced across Alim's body, teasing and searching for her erogenous zones, employing techniques he'd learned from Risna and Yoko.

"Ahhhhhh..." Alim let out a high-pitched, sweet moan.

While Alim occasionally masturbated, the pleasure she felt from Christian's caresses was incomparable.

Christian watched as Alim's body flushed a seductive pink, the dark pubic hair on her slightly raised mound glistening with freshly seeped fluid.

Just then, a loud tremor came from outside the dormitory; a Zaku was passing by.

Seeing the camera lens emitting a red glow from Zaku, Alim was incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed and her whole body burning.

Had the driver seen her? Or not? Alim's heart raced, pounding like a deer in the air.

But Christian didn't care about any of that. He spread Alim's legs apart, exposing her two virgin lips, covered in soft, black pubic hair, so alluring.

"Ah...no..." Alim protested shyly.

The fragrance emanating from her body made Christian forget all his pain, wanting only to revel in primal pleasure. He lowered his head and licked her soft lips.

"Ah...how could this be..." Unimaginable pleasure surged through Alim like an electric current, making her lower body even wetter.

Zaku took a thunderous stride and left the scene once more.

Alim wondered with infinite shyness whether the driver left because he saw something he shouldn't have, or because he didn't see anything. How embarrassing!

Regardless of the reason, Alim could only lie beneath Christian like a lamb to the slaughter. She

was both surprised and delighted. Christian's bold act of giving her oral sex was quite unexpected, but his slightly rough yet slippery tongue was incredibly torturous, producing a tingling, numbing pleasure.

At the same time, she was secretly afraid of Christian's eventual penetration.

Almost every girl knows one thing. When a man enters her body, it brings terrible pain, but just how painful is it? Yet, afterwards comes an intoxicating pleasure, and just how pleasurable is that pleasure? Alim was torn between anticipation and anxiety.

And the final moment finally arrived. She felt a warm, hard object on her mound, pressing against her vulva, rubbing against it before forcefully penetrating.

It plunged straight in without mercy, piercing through all obstacles.

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Alim cried out loudly, clenching her fists and pounding them against Christian's chest, her legs clamping tightly together in self-defense.

Christian stopped, feeling utterly frustrated.

Compared to Yoko and Risna, Alim was younger and more vibrant. Of the three, her vagina was the most delicate and tightest.

And from her intense reaction to pain, it was clear that Alim was still a virgin. Christian was deeply moved; he had finally possessed his first virgin, and her very first love.

"Christian, you're so mean! You're hurting me so much!" Alim cried, tears streaming down her face.

This made Christian even more hesitant to move, and he remained still on Alim's body.

"Don't cry anymore, okay?" Christian gently licked away Alim's tears.

After a while, Alim finally calmed down. Christian also breathed a sigh of relief and began rhythmic movements within her tight vagina.

"Ugh... Ah... Huff... Ha... Ya..."

Alim initially felt distress and discomfort, but at the same time, there was an uncontrollable pleasure, a desire to cry out loud.

Christian thrust in and out again and again, applying the techniques Yoko and Risna had taught him to Alim. Her

delicate breasts were skillfully caressed, and the two kissed each other, while their lower bodies endured a tidal wave of sensual stimulation from the continuous piston-like movements.

Alim felt the pain of losing her virginity was more intense than any of her friends had described. But the pleasure of intercourse was also greater than any of their accounts.

Christian, shifting his angles and violating Alim's virgin body from different directions, brought ever-increasing pleasure. Until Alim cried out in ecstasy, reaching the peak of orgasm, her eyes rolling back in a moment of dazed absorption, her lower body stained with virgin blood and vaginal fluid.

Christian withdrew his still-erect penis and masturbated on the sweat-drenched Alim until he ejaculated his cloudy semen onto her youthful body.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Christian breathed deeply.

It was then that he realized he hadn't used a condom, and Alim, unlike Yoko and Risna, didn't use birth control pills before or after intercourse.

In this turbulent era, and given that Alim was a Federation soldier he had secretly taken in violation of military law, if she were pregnant, it would be a truly dire situation. Even if he wanted an abortion, he wouldn't know where to find a doctor, let alone keep it a secret. Fortunately, he had chosen the method of withdrawal; hopefully, she wouldn't get pregnant so easily.

After the battle ended, the next day, the Imperial Japanese Army gathered the intact bodies of their soldiers and held a funeral for them, after which the bodies were sent back to their home country. As for the mutilated bodies, they were buried on the spot during the battlefield cleanup.

Christian, attending the funeral, was filled with dejection and sorrow. Hans at least had a complete body to give to his family, but Jacobson and Zaku had been blown to pieces, leaving no remains.

"Salute!"

Christian obeyed the command mechanically like an automaton, but his mind was filled with thoughts of Alim, who was unable to attend the funeral and was staying in his dormitory.

The surrounding snow was melting, and military planes were frequently taking off and landing in the sky, withdrawing the heavily damaged divisions from the front lines. Next, his 18th Division would go to fill the gaps. Even more brutal battles awaited him, and he wondered what the future held. The wish that the three of them could return home together was shattered.

Even alone, Christian wanted to return to his hometown.

"Is there any way we can get back home?" Christian asked himself softly.

Thoth Zimmer, from the same squadron, overheard Christian's words and whispered back, "We can all go back after the war, but who knows when that will be. Otherwise, there are only two possibilities..." It wasn't impulsive or reckless; his survival on the battlefield until now was largely due to his unerring intuition. But even the most accurate sense of touch couldn't possibly know that Hans next door was critically wounded.

Although he didn't understand why he possessed this ability, his... He could indeed sense intense emotions in others—hostility, unease, anger, and fear.

At this moment, he clearly felt Alim's intense fear, and beside her, a powerful and overwhelming aura of desire, hatred, and murderous intent. He had to save Alim no matter what; otherwise, her future would be extremely dangerous.

Christian activated the Zaku, crouching low and charging towards the enemy in a zigzag pattern with his electric axe in hand, while Jacobson, providing cover, opened fire.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Amidst the hail of bullets, the upper half of a Zaku was blasted away. The enemy fired wildly in all directions, trying to locate the attackers.

Christian seized the opportunity to rush closer, smashing another Zaku down with a single axe blow.

Now it was one against three, but in the chaos, the Federation forces couldn't distinguish which Zaku was driven by the enemy. Christian, however, knew perfectly well that everyone around him was enemy.

Capitalizing on the enemy's confusion, Christian swiftly hacked and slashed, taking down a second Zaku. But the last one was much harder; it was now a fight to the death.

Both wielded their electric axes, clashing and striking each other, their axes intersecting in mid-air.

At this moment, Jacobson began firing at the nearby Federation vehicles, but Alim was aboard one of them.

"Jacobson, stop! Leave it to me. You'll kill Alim too."

Jacobson's Zaku abandoned firing and joined the battle, wielding an electric axe. At the same time, Christie severed the hand of the enemy Zaku, but his own Zaku was also struck in the shoulder.

At this point, Wolf's forces still had seven tanks remaining: five Type 61 tanks that had been airdropped and two Majera tanks that had been captured. In this close-quarters combat, the tanks were no match for the Zaku.

He ordered a retreat of three hundred meters and then gave the order over the radio: "Fire! All three at once, don't worry about your own men. One death is better than everyone else."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The seven tanks fired three salvos at close range, totaling twenty-one shots. Three Zaku were severely damaged, one of which exploded.

"Sigh! We used to have five intact Zaku, now we have seven wrecks. I'm losing a lot of money."

Inger looked at the cold-blooded devil and said, "You scum, you even sacrifice your own people."

"This is a necessary measure for victory." At

this moment, the second batch of Media transport planes began to land, preparing to transport the Zaku wreckage and release more support troops.

Suddenly, the Zaku, which was thought to be destroyed, started moving again. The Zaku with only one arm and two legs suddenly rushed forward and swung its electric axe at Wolf's head.

Wolf was only a few feet away from being smashed to pieces.

"Why did you stop! Are you trying to take hostages?" Despite the life-or-death situation, Wolf remained fearless.

"Order everyone to retreat," Christian said through the loudspeaker.

"Don't be ridiculous! If I'm such a coward who listens to you, who else would obey my orders?"

Alim, moved to tears, rushed towards Zaku, opened the driver's compartment door, and went inside.

"I'm sorry!" Accompanying the sincere apology was a sob filled with remorse.

The night air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the stench of burning Zaku and the wreckage of military vehicles, and the odor of burning human flesh.

Unless Wolf ordered his men to retreat, or Christian surrendered, the only outcome was mutual destruction. If Christian were to strike with his axe, he would be killed by the tank's cannon fire. If Wolf ordered the tank to fire, he would also be caught in the Zaku's explosion and die.

Despair was worse than death; Christian felt as if a gaping hole had been torn in his heart. Although he had retrieved Alim, his other comrade-in-arms, Jacobson, had died in the explosion.

Christian said, "If we're going to die, we'll die together. I won't back down ."

Wolf gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to tear the Zaku's pilot to pieces, but now he was caught in a dilemma.

The order that opened this escalating conflict was Inge's: "All units abandon this rendezvous point and temporarily relocate."

"Who authorized you to give such an order!" Wolf roared, cursing.

"I'm not trying to save you, but if this drags on any longer, things will get bad once our reinforcements arrive."

The surrounding Federation troops retreated one after another, leaving only the armored vehicle carrying Wild Wolf and Inge.

Standing on the roof of the vehicle, Wild Wolf threw down a harsh threat: "If I see you on the battlefield again, I'll kill you with my own hands."

"Get out of here!" Christian said through the loudspeaker.

Christian watched the enemy depart, feeling as if he had been given a second chance at life, but at the cost of losing his most precious comrades.

After the battle ended, Christian helped Alim put on his clothes, and the two walked hand in hand back to their barracks.

Everywhere they looked was wreckage from the battle, the corpses of soldiers from both sides, and wounded soldiers being carried away on stretchers, groaning in pain.

Halfway there, they saw their company commander, Schneider, sitting on his damaged Zaku. His hair was half-white, and his face was weathered, as if he had aged several years overnight.

"I can't believe Hans died in battle yesterday. Our squad was lucky; only one person was killed. The other units suffered horrific losses. What happened to Jacobson? Why wasn't he with you?"

"Report! Squad commander, Lieutenant Jacobson Schul Habschburg, died heroically in last night's battle."

Schneider's face was extremely pale; he looked like a dead man.

"I thought I was lucky to be assigned to this base and wouldn't have to go to the front lines. I never imagined two people would die in a single day! Christian Lillis, I'm appointing you as squad commander. Your first order is to go back and rest."

Schneider jumped off Zaku, patted Christian on the shoulder, and said, "Kid! I know you and those two were like brothers, you must be very sad. It's good to vent on a woman, but after you're done, cheer up and don't worry people."

Christian's heart was churning, and tears welled in his eyes. Although as a soldier he was somewhat prepared,

the pain of losing two close friends he'd always fought and spent every day with was truly unbearable .

With tears welling in his eyes, Christian walked heavily back to the dilapidated dormitory.

In the midst of the fighting, the dormitory had inevitably suffered from the shelling; bullet holes were visible in many places, and the floor was littered with rubble.

Upon returning to his room, Christian discovered a large hole blasted through the wall, offering a view of the still-smoke-filled battlefield.

Christian helped Alim sit on the bed and then rested his head on her cool, bare legs.

"Why did this happen? Those two were practically indestructible villains, yet they were killed so easily," Christian cried, sobbing uncontrollably.

Alim was deeply grieved; she too was indirectly responsible for the deaths of Hans and Jacobson.

They were Christian's comrades-in-arms, sharing life and death. In the short span of half a month, they had repeatedly cared for him. Although, as members of the Federation Army, they were enemies, their deaths one after another in a single night were not something to be saddened by.

Alim couldn't help but think of how many friends and comrades she had lost since the start of the war. She knew very well how sorrowful Christian was.

With this in mind, she made a decision, taking off the only piece of clothing she was wearing. She lowered her head and kissed Christian's face.

"Please don't be sad anymore, okay?" Alim's voice was kind and sorrowful.

Alim's lips were soft and warm, carrying a sweet scent.

Christian no longer cared about the large hole in the wall; he only wanted to seek solace in Alim's body. Just like Lisna had been, compared to losing all her family and friends, she had only lost two comrades.

Although Alim was young and beautiful, her still-developing body naturally couldn't compare to the voluptuousness and fullness of Lisna and Yoko.

Christian sat up, stroking Alim's delicate cheeks, smooth pink neck, and sexy shoulders. He continued until he grasped her petite and adorable breasts.

Alim had never been touched before, let alone seen naked and innocent. Even when sharing a bathroom with her companions, she always wore a towel.

Alim's breathing quickened with nervousness, and her whole body trembled. What she was facing now was a first-time experience for her. There was a little fear, but no regret.

The way Christian was kneading her breasts brought Aerem unprecedented pleasure, making her body, though cold, feel hot.

"Ahhh..."

Aerem cried out as Christian buried his head in her breasts, licking them alternately with his tongue and gently biting them with his teeth.

Desire quickly ignited in her young body.

"Ah...ha...uh...hum..."

For Christian, since landing on Earth, he had never been intimate with a woman. And even though he shared a bed with Aerem, they had no romantic relationship. The long-term endurance and torment had only been relieved through masturbation.

Now he had finally achieved his desire, but he couldn't feel genuine joy. Christian had won Alim's heart because she sympathized with his grief over the loss of his friend and offered him physical comfort.

His ten fingers danced across Alim's body, teasing and searching for her erogenous zones, employing techniques he'd learned from Risna and Yoko.

"Ahhhhhh..." Alim let out a high-pitched, sweet moan.

While Alim occasionally masturbated, the pleasure she felt from Christian's caresses was incomparable.

Christian watched as Alim's body flushed a seductive pink, the dark pubic hair on her slightly raised mound glistening with freshly seeped fluid.

Just then, a loud tremor came from outside the dormitory; a Zaku was passing by.

Seeing the camera lens emitting a red glow from Zaku, Alim was incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed and her whole body burning.

Had the driver seen her? Or not? Alim's heart raced, pounding like a deer in the air.

But Christian didn't care about any of that. He spread Alim's legs apart, exposing her two virgin lips, covered in soft, black pubic hair, so alluring.

"Ah...no..." Alim protested shyly.

The fragrance emanating from her body made Christian forget all his pain, wanting only to revel in primal pleasure. He lowered his head and licked her soft lips.

"Ah...how could this be..." Unimaginable pleasure surged through Alim like an electric current, making her lower body even wetter.

Zaku took a thunderous stride and left the scene once more.

Alim wondered with infinite shyness whether the driver left because he saw something he shouldn't have, or because he didn't see anything. How embarrassing!

Regardless of the reason, Alim could only lie beneath Christian like a lamb to the slaughter. She

was both surprised and delighted. Christian's bold act of giving her oral sex was quite unexpected, but his slightly rough yet slippery tongue was incredibly torturous, producing a tingling, numbing pleasure.

At the same time, she was secretly afraid of Christian's eventual penetration.

Almost every girl knows one thing. When a man enters her body, it brings terrible pain, but just how painful is it? But after that comes an addictive pleasure, and just how pleasurable is that pleasure? Alim is caught between anticipation and anxiety.

The final moment arrived. She felt a warm, hard object on her mound, pressing against her vulva. After a period of friction, it forcefully penetrated.

It showed no mercy, plunging straight in, piercing through all obstacles.

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Alim cried out loudly, clenching her fists and pounding them against Christian's chest, her legs clamping together in self-defense.

Christian stopped, feeling greatly frustrated.

Compared to Yoko and Risna, Alim was younger and more vibrant. Of the three, her vulva was the most delicate and the tightest.

And from her intense reaction to pain, it was clear that Alim was still a virgin. Christian was deeply moved. He had finally taken his first virgin, and it was his first love.

"Christian, you're so mean! You're hurting me so much!" Alim cried, tears streaming down her face.

This made Christian even more hesitant to move, so he stopped inside Alim's body.

"Don't cry anymore, okay?" Christian gently licked away Alim's tears.

After a while, Alim finally adjusted. Christian also breathed a sigh of relief and began to move rhythmically inside her tight flower.

"Ugh... ah... huff... ha... ya..."

Alim initially felt discomfort and pain, but at the same time, there was an uncontrollable pleasure that made her want to cry out loud.

Christian thrust in and out again and again. He then applied the techniques that Yoko and Risna had taught him to Alim. Her

delicate breasts were skillfully caressed, and the two kissed, their lower bodies receiving a tidal wave of sensual stimulation in the continuous piston-like movements.

Alim felt the pain of losing her virginity was more intense than any of her friends had described. But the pleasure of sexual intercourse was also greater than any of their accounts.

Christian changed angles, violating Alim's virgin body from different directions, bringing ever-increasing pleasure. Until Alim cried out loudly, reaching the peak of orgasm, her eyes rolling back in a moment of ecstasy, her lower body stained with virgin blood and love fluid.

Christian pulled out his still-erect penis and masturbated on Alim, who was drenched in sweat, until he ejaculated his cloudy semen onto her youthful body.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Christian took a deep breath.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't used a condom, and Alim, unlike Yoko and Lisna, didn't use birth control pills before or after intercourse.

In this turbulent era, and with Alim being a Federation soldier he had illegally kept, if she were truly pregnant, it would be a terrible situation. Even if she wanted an abortion, he wouldn't know where to find a doctor.

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