Girls fight on the front lines

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Commander: The commander who first arrived at the command post. Although it's the same person, he's just a gloomy
but kind man, not yet evolved into a harem-breaking stallion.
Springfield: A virtuous wife, Griffin's unwavering top choice for the commander's wife, WA's best friend,
possessing the magnanimity of a domineering wife. She adopts a laissez-faire approach towards the commander's ever-expanding harem,
but will keep a close eye on any overly outrageous actions when necessary. She was treated as a sex
toy and has no practical experience.
WA2000: A textbook example of a tsundere girl, the first girl, paired with Springfield and the previous
commander, treated almost like an emotionless urinal. She's also the first girl this commander
met .
This isn't a story of a normal man, nor is it a world that doesn't need to be normal.
At that time, he hadn't realized it was a dream.
Looking at the soldiers still standing outside the tent with their backs to him, Han Mingyi subconsciously walked out of the tent,
joining all the soldiers in watching the distant flames of war.
There seemed to be more artillery fire in the distance, but it looked like it was about to end.
This wasn't a war between wealthy superpowers, but a rotten war between a corrupt army and brutal separatists
. Lacking the funds to replace human labor with high-tech armed vehicles,
this country continued to fight on the front lines even with tactical girls converted from civilian IOP girls until the very end, unable to acquire more
powerful weaponry. The
Third Airborne Hunter Battalion, under the Special Operations Group, was
the vanguard unit , and it was from there that the soul began to fade.
The first snowflakes touched his face, making him feel a slight chill. He reached out and patted the shoulder of the
soldier , signaling everyone to return to their tents to rest. However, he was startled when the soldier turned around.
In the cold wind, the soldier's throat, gaping open, emitted violent gasps. Dry
writing and rotting flesh clung to his face. The hand that had been hanging limply now gripped his shoulder tightly.
More and more soldiers turned to look, each one a comrade who had died tragically before their eyes.
This action was like a chain reaction; the soldiers, still in their deadly poses, slowly walked towards him
. No matter how much he struggled and resisted, he couldn't stop the ghostly voices cursing in his ears.
"Major, why are you alright?" "Why are you still alive?" "It hurts so much..." "You
gave the order." "I want to go home!" "It's all your fault!" "My intestines... my intestines..." "If
only I hadn't joined the army..." "Why did this happen?" "It's all your fault!" "You killed him!"
"Major, give the order quickly." "It's all your fault!" "It's all your fault──────!"
The voices of his fallen comrades gradually echoed in his ears, accusing him of every
death that had occurred before his eyes. Bloodstained hands clung tightly to the man's body,
gripping the stunned commander firmly. The corpses surged up as if trying to completely engulf the man.
There was no way to resist this force. The ground seemed to crack open and gripped him firmly. Corpses and blood
instantly filled the commander's body. The man helplessly watched his vision gradually fill with corpses, and couldn't help but think,
"Ah... if I had died then, would it have been better...?"
The nightmare would never end.
When the commander opened his eyes from the nightmare, a headache accompanied by a strong feeling of nausea made him
frown instantly. In his dazed state, he frantically reached for the small table beside the bed, his trembling fingertips
knocking over the medicine bottle several times.
Finally managing to grab the mouth of the bottle, he hurriedly
stuffed . The bitter taste of medicine instantly filled his nostrils, but the commander didn't care about that.
He just pressed his hand tightly against his chest, as if trying to suppress some dark and chaotic emotion again.
"Ha...haa..."
The groaning continued for a while until his consciousness gradually returned, and the young man, finally discerning
the difference between dream and reality, stopped his violent movements. Depression immediately replaced fear in his eyes. He slowly
propped himself up, looking at the grandfather clock pointing to five in the morning, his head still throbbing with excruciating
pain. He'd
been too careless; he'd even forgotten to take his tranquilizer before falling asleep.
In the cold winter morning, the commander, terrified by the nightmare, felt the cold air stinging
his skin like needles. His eyes, which had been unable to shed tears, now only showed a faint, lifeless hue,
a cold resistance as if he no longer cared about the world.
Post-traumatic stress disorder. This was one of the reasons the military wouldn't allow the commander to remain in the regular army.
Determined to have mental problems, the man could only silently bear the guilt and leave his military career, beginning this
meaningless period of idleness.
His somewhat unsteady body swayed as he stood up. The deep blue of the sky was gradually becoming clearer,
urging him to take a step forward.
But he didn't wake up; he merely avoided sleep.
That was the day this man first arrived at the command post, and back then, he was still a man who couldn't smile.
The bathroom sink was turned on, and his sweat-soaked body soaked in the hot water. The man's颓废 (颓废 is a
difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of decadence, listlessness, and negativity) and 虚虚
(虚虚 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of vitality) aura made him seem incredibly unapproachable. His stubble, unshaven for days, and heavy dark circles under his eyes had ruined his
once somewhat handsome face, making him look utterly lifeless. A sharp pain throbbed deep in his head again. Those filthy words rose from his head with the steam,
making his mood even more gloomy.
Closing his eyes, he could almost see himself after barely surviving, imprisoned in a military prison, having
that conversation with his major general superior.
"The lieutenant colonel who made the wrong judgment is the son of some high-ranking official. We can't let him leave such
a stain on our unit."
"Then why me?"
"With no family or friends, you're the most suitable scapegoat. If you're willing to take on this responsibility with a dishonorable discharge
, report it as a decision made unilaterally by the frontline commander. That way, we can all help create a report claiming you
caused a major casualty incident."
"...Why should I do this with you?"
"Don't you want to continue protecting your brothers on the battlefield? Although this incident was due to your disobedience and stubbornness..."
"They demanded a breakout and retreat, but everyone would be punished."
"You old geezer!"
"It's all up to you. Now, while I'm still trying to smooth things over and make a clean break, make your decision
quickly ."
As the price for taking responsibility, the entire Third Battalion would escape punishment. Only he would be discharged
and nearly exiled, sent to this border base as a semi-civilian commander. According to his last
contact with his then-adjutant, the Third Battalion had been disbanded, its members scattered to various military regions, and reorganized into
regular troops.
How ridiculous! Hadn't they protected nothing? It was as if they were mocking him for being held hostage and
powerless , for sacrificing his life for the country only to end up as mere expendable material in the eyes of those powerful figures. The commander
slowly closed his eyes, seemingly indifferent to it all.
Exile, rather than execution, was probably the best treatment the higher-ups could think of. If he were to foolishly beg for something now
, he'd be more likely to be killed.
Knock knock.
A crisp knock interrupted his thoughts. The commander gestured for them to enter
, and as the sliding door opened, two graceful young women entered, barely covered by
towels.
No, not young women. To the commander, who knew their true nature, these two were merely
androids with simulated minds, existing to serve humanity. The only ones working here were those left behind by the previous commander— the IOP androids Springfield and Wa2000,
who resembled young girls . Aside from reproduction and highly sophisticated thinking, they were no different from ordinary humans . Their function here wasn't combat, but serving the commander, day and night. The previous commander seemed to have treated these two girls like waste; it was he who had chosen to keep them. After all, if even these two IOP androids left, his base would truly become a ghost town. Watching the two elegant women enter the rather spacious bathroom, the Commander seemed unconcerned about these humanoid androids approaching him. After all, being new to the area, he still needed the assistance of the girls who had stayed behind. However, seeing these girls walk in without any sense of shame still stirred a certain sexual desire within him . After all, their flawless bodies and full breasts were so brazenly displayed before him; any man would react the same way. The previous Commander was truly vulgar… “We have just detected that the Commander is awake.” The gentle girl with long orange hair, Springfield, greeted him with the same radiant smile as when they first met yesterday: “Commander, would you please allow us to wash you?” “Hmph, making us get up so early, I should thank you properly!” “Is that so… Thank you for your trouble.” The man slowly stood up from the water, offering himself to the girl sitting on the small stool beside the bathroom. Upon hearing the commander's approval, the girls seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. The girl with long, orange hair as full as autumn harvest wheat, and the girl with dark hair standing to the side, somewhat concealed , approached the commander and slowly untied their towels... Warm breasts pressed against their bodies, and Haruta's gentle kisses touched the commander's cheeks. Wa knelt between his legs, washing away all the foam from his penis, her small hands slowly stroking the hard shaft. Her eyes, once filled with disgust and resentment, now seemed to add a spicy kick , making the man even more aroused. "Hmm...you're quite skilled." "Do you like it? Don't be shy, just let us serve you..." Warm breasts rubbed against their backs, and Haruta's warm voice reached their . A warm, wet sensation came from between their legs; Wa's tongue had begun to gently lick the commander's genitals. Although her slightly pursed face showed a hint of displeasure, she still licked diligently. His upper and lower body were being caressed by the woman, making it impossible to leave. The pleasure was incredibly intense , almost unbelievable, making him feel an overwhelming urge to ejaculate. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies exchanging blows. The scent emanating from the girl was like that of a real woman—no, even better than any woman he had ever held before. Her skill and charisma were enough to make countless men lose themselves in her, almost making them forget that she wasn't born but merely an android. The kiss finally ended, and looking at Haruta and Wa, who had stopped moving at the same time, the girls' movements were still so synchronized and comfortable. However, something was missing. "Please let both of us serve you, Commander..." "You..." "Please don't worry about us. This body exists only to please the Commander." Warm, soft breasts pressed against his body, and the girl, whose smile remained as radiant as ever, simply whispered, her cheek close to the Commander's earlobe, " We are very grateful that you let us stay here instead of discarding us as scrap." "Was this how the previous Commander played with you?" "Hmph... just one of his fetishes." The girl who answered was squatting between his legs, licking his penis . Her face, which seemed to exude a competitive air, made the Commander feel the softness on his body disappear, replaced by two faces serving him. The two small mouths, kneeling and gently licking his penis, each had their own words, but their skilled movements never stopped, constantly caressing every part of his body. The smooth female body, covered in foam, rubbed over all the scars, and a slight, tingling sensation rose from his muscles, causing the Commander to let out a low groan. How skilled they were. Watching those uninhibited and awkward girls licking the man's genitals, each little mouth moist and warm, enveloping everything, one licking the glans while the other gently sucked the scrotum, the girls working together seamlessly to take advantage of the man created a scene .

The way the girls took turns serving the man suggested they had undergone extensive training. Their tongues skillfully
entwined every inch of his penis, their swallowing and spitting movements perfectly coordinated, making
the commander's desire even more unbearable.
He'd heard that many second-line or reserve commanders used young girls for sexual purposes or various dirty
jobs—an open secret within the military. He
'd thought it had nothing to do with combat troops, but now he found himself being served like this.
The two girls, pressed between his legs, looked up at him, their faces upturned
as they sucked on his glans. The man, unfamiliar with them,
had tried to push them away, but lust overcame reason. His hands could only gently stroke their
hair, allowing them to continue their tender service.
The penis was alternately swallowed and spit out between two small mouths, the commander able to see clearly
the shape . The speed increased, sometimes even swallowing it deep into their throats,
the tight cavities rubbing against the commander's genitals, stimulating all his senses.
Oh no… it felt like he was about to lose control.
As if sensing the commander's excitement, the girls beneath him took turns stopping their mouths, gently
tempting him.
"Don't feel restrained, just ejaculate as much as you want."
"Hmph, hurry up and ejaculate!"
Ugh… this is bad.
Watching those seemingly soulless machines skillfully but coldly serving his body, the intense
urge to ejaculate could no longer be suppressed. With each powerful sucking motion, the commander finally couldn't control
his throbbing glans, and with a deep breath, all his semen was forcefully
ejected .
"Ah!"
The girls, their faces and bodies splattered with semen so violently, initially let out soft gasps. Then,
feeling the commander's intense scent on their bodies, they involuntarily let out delicate panting breaths,
their eyes becoming hazy. So ...
just like a human.
Only for that brief moment was the pain in his heart briefly overwhelmed by the urge to ejaculate, allowing him
to shed the shackles of his mind.
But the man also knew that after this brief relief, what awaited him would be even more painful and harsh
criticism.
Thanks to that ejaculation, his emotions during the morning office work were barely restored to calm.
The base was located near a small village by the sea. There used to be a small naval docking point, but it had been abolished;
here, it was merely a small village under its jurisdiction.
The commanders stationed here were all there as punishment for crimes, so naturally, they left behind little
usable information, mostly just going through the motions, living day by day.
Even so, the commander remained seated at his desk, continuing with all the daily reports and
tasks, even the mess left by the previous commander.
The transferred commander had reportedly done absolutely nothing honestly, leaving
numerous damaged sections of the surrounding facilities. Therefore, the new commander had a mountain of problems to deal with.
Perhaps the most perplexing issue was the inexplicably frequent maintenance requests.
More than five repair requests per week?
This unusually rapid increase in maintenance requests left the commander puzzled.
He couldn't understand enemy-free area, nor did he see any
tendency to hoard them; it appeared they were being constantly used on personnel.
Even natural damage is a bit too much…
“Commander, I’ve brought the files from the archives.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Hearing the voice from the doorway, the commander quickly answered. He saw the dark-haired girl still
looking at him with a bit of wariness. The girl named WA2000, the sniper, seemed to still have some
reservations about him, appearing rather reserved.
However, looking at her small mouth, and thinking about her service that morning and her current attitude, the commander felt
that something was missing from the girl before him.
“What happened this morning, is it alright?”
“Huh? What did you say?”
“What happened in the bathroom… is everything alright?”
“Didn’t I tell you? We don’t know anything about life other than that.” As if she didn’t quite
understand the question, WA tilted her head slightly, thinking, and shook her head, denying the commander’s concern:
“We’ve been placed here since we were created, and our daily work is just serving the commander, day and
night.”
“…Like what happened this morning?”
“Really… I said that was only part of it, right!”
What exactly did “only part of it” mean? The commander refrained from raising the question for the time being, as he had also
noticed the girl's apparent resistance to such matters. He didn't offer much
reproach .
"Don't you like it?"
"What?"
"Although I can sense the aura and movements of WA, the 2000 sniper girl... you and that Springfield girl
seem to be putting on a brave face."
"Huh? No way, you idiot!"
"Is that so... By the way, what's with all the frequent requests for repair parts at this base?"
"Ugh!"
As if struck on a sore spot, WA let out a groan. The commander silently observed WA's
every move , trying to glean some clue from her face.
However, he was disappointed, because the face looking at him showed little expression, not even joy or
hatred , just a blank stare at the man, giving off a vaguely unsettling aura.
"It was just the former commander's interest...it has nothing to do with you."
"Is that so...I'm relieved it wasn't a natural loss. You all need to be careful."
Seemingly realizing that the commander didn't intend to pursue the matter further, Wa breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Her previously somewhat serious expression returned to her usual slightly spoiled demeanor, but this time she looked out the window
and asked the commander a question.
"Commander... what does it feel like to dislike something?"
It was a completely philosophical question.
"When you feel pain, when you don't have a strong urge to do something, or
when you want to avoid something, I think that's what dislike is, right?"
The commander also sorting out his thoughts, seemingly taking the opportunity to clarify some things in his heart: "By the way,
go tell Springfield that if you don't want to do that this morning, just tell me directly. I won't punish you
, but seeing you like this is also very annoying."
"Hmph... do you want to be seen as a kind person?"
Indeed, he had always been told that.
You are too kind, which is incompatible with your talents. More than one person had said this to him,
yet the man also found that this was the only path he could walk smoothly, but reality did not allow it.
Constantly deceiving himself to live, burying the disgust deep in his heart, pretending to be a
strong and cold person, the commander had lived with this mask since he joined the army.
That kind of life was suffocatingly painful, but it was precisely because of this that he sensed
the emptiness and falsehood in the girls' words.
The girl's attitude and actions just now were undoubtedly fake.
"Idiot... Being so nice to girls is pointless."
"Sorry, I have my own standards too." "Just live a little more for yourselves
... Don't be burned out like me."
The girl didn't reply with any words, only her shoulders trembled slightly, the only sign of
emotion .
He didn't know what they had been through, and they didn't know what he had been through; this was the daily routine
at the base in the beginning.
Such days lasted for more than a month.
Every day after that, the commander would still be awakened from time to time, sometimes by dreams of a war
, sometimes by the last words of a soldier, and most often by the cold face of the major general.
You are a pawn.
Whenever he thought of these words, the young man would wake up in a cold sweat, and
the girl would climb onto his bed, trying to soothe the pain with her body, and the commander gradually stopped
resisting .
In the dead of night, when the Commander awoke with a start, he was greeted by Chun Tian's gentle smile.
Her fingers traced the man's crotch, and that sweet, ever-present smile seemed to gently
soothe the Commander's fear.
"Had another nightmare? Need Chun Tian to keep you company?"
"No, I don't need anyone else!"
The sweat-drenched man waved wearily, gesturing for the girl to move away. His tired
eyes .
Yet Chun Tian continued to smile gently, her somewhat formulaic expression only
chilling the Commander further. Who
exactly is this girl…?
"For almost a month, you've preferred to take care of yourself rather than touch us like that. Is it because we're dirty
?"
"Don't overthink it. This isn't something that can be solved by ejaculation, you idiot."
"Is that so… you seem to need a different method, don't you?"
What does that mean?
The exhausted man hadn't even had time to understand what was happening when the next
incident jolted him awake.
He saw a small officer's pistol in the girl's hand. The sight of the gun instantly filled
the commander with immense fear and intimidation; goosebumps rose on his skin. However,
after realizing that Spring had no hostile intentions, most of his tension quickly turned into confusion.
Seeing the gun right in front of him, yet feeling no murderous intent emanating from the girl,
her empty eyes merely turning the butt of the gun slightly, gesturing for him to take it, her expression as
calm as ever.
Only after the man boldly took the gun did her gentle face continue to smile and speak.
"In that case, I know a place that might be able to help you." Handing the pistol to
the man , and slipping a letter with delicate handwriting into his palm, Springfield's attitude remained as pleasant as ever:
"Please change first, I'll go wake Wa up too."
At this moment, the commander had no idea that this would become his greatest nightmare.
The address was somewhere in the base that he hadn't been to in the past month. Because it was so well hidden
, without this note, the commander would never have known such a space existed.
But when he found out, he wished he could dig all of this out of his head.
Although he thought it wouldn't be anything good, he never expected it to be like this.
Like a torture chamber, it was completely sealed off, dark brown bloodstains clinging to the walls and all around. The girls,
however, seemed accustomed to this bloody space, putting on the shackles that were also placed in the torture chamber.
Meat forks and guns, butcher knives, and various agonizing torture phrases were carelessly laid out on
the . The girls, like lambs to the slaughter, were bound in shackles,
their eyes, even more lifeless than usual, seeming to say,
"What are you doing? Answer me!"
"Before you arrived, it wasn't just about sexual gratification; we existed to be tortured and killed by successive commanders."
"Wh...?"
"Like the previous commander, he was also a patient with PTSD, and he also believed he was still living
on the battlefield. The only difference was... his memory locked him in the time when he was supposed to kill the enemy."
Springfield still had that faint smile, seemingly without any fear of the gun pointed at the two of them: "When that
person felt fear, he would treat Wa and me as enemies... and shoot us directly to soothe his inner
fear."
"Just for that reason?"
"Isn't that normal? We are girls, you are humans, that's all."
Hearing Wa's words, the commander subconsciously felt a chill run down his spine. He was completely unaware of the
horrific .
That rough black pistol seemed to have been used here as well. It wasn't clearly for combat; it looked more like
a pistol used by officers for suicide or execution.
"How...how did you all survive?"
"Here, we only learned that making men ejaculate and being killed by men brought comfort to the commanders,
so...that's all we know."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Maybe...but we've also thought that absolute obedience to human orders was the meaning of us as
girls
wasn't it?" "No way!"
It was too twisted. That kind of value system made the commander's stomach churn. A
feeling of nausea immediately welled up inside him. Looking at the vacant eyes before him, the anger that had been building up since he entered
could no longer be contained. He grabbed the pistol and fired the bullets haphazardly in the opposite direction. "
Aaaaaaaahh ...Why give them the same appearance as everyone else? Why give them such convincingly realistic minds? Why mold these children into such pitiful forms? From the very beginning, if such girls were created, wouldn't they naturally become objects for satisfying people's desires? Just outlets for the filthy, obscene emotions in people's hearts, as sticky and foul as sludge in a sewer. "Commander..." Hearing someone call his name, the commander, rubbing the back of his aching head, looked at the girl before him, her usual smile filling his eyes. "Just now... I missed." Springfield, her face clearly showing fear and despair , held the seemingly unsteady Wa while giving the commander a helpless smile: "I'm sorry, please allow us to get you another one..." *Snap*. The commander felt as if something had broken in that instant. Whether human or not no longer mattered; drawn by that intense emotion, the man strode forward and tightly embraced the girls' bodies. If he were to actually fire now, he would definitely... definitely cross certain lines he didn't want to lose. "Don't do this, I don't want to do this, I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, I don't want to lose anyone anymore ..." Embracing the trembling body, the Commander himself fought back tears, as if feeling extreme pity and heartache for this emotion, his voice choked with emotion: "So that's how it is? Aren't you trembling too?" Ah, he had been wrong from the very beginning. He had completely misunderstood the existence of these girls. It wasn't couldn't feel, it was just that they had never had the opportunity to come into contact with the light. Like placing an infant in a constantly abusive environment, the only outcome would be an emotionally closed person who sees violence as normal. They had never been able to learn proper human emotions from the beginning, so how could these two possibly understand human emotions correctly? In the end, they could only rely on the knowledge inputted by the factory, twisting and comforting humanity, making everything they did incapable of genuine contact and causing them pain. What... what a heartbreaking existence this was. "But, we girls..." " No, absolutely, this is absolutely wrong!" He didn't want to admit this action was right, because he himself had lost everything because of this same helplessness. All he wanted to save were these girls who had suffered similar injustices, to tell himself who had also been abandoned by humanity, that there was still a sliver of hope. Undoubtedly, it was hypocritical, a selfish attempt to save himself as well, but if even he, with his own heart, didn't step in to save them, these two girls would truly have no way out. "Springfield. Wa..." "Yes..." " I want to hold you, now." The room was heavily locked, and it wasn't opened again until much later, when the Commander began interrogating the Iron-Blooded Girl. We won't go into details now. Moonlight shone down again. This was also the first time the Commander had truly gazed so quietly at the two naked bodies, instead of witnessing their semi-frenzied intercourse , allowing him to savor the moment more deeply. Roughly a head shorter than the commander, her fair body, thanks to the rapid repair, bore scars. Her full, teardrop-shaped breasts hung on her soft, supple body, glistening in the moonlight. She lay naked on the bed, while the equally naked commander sat beside her, watching the somewhat timid girls. He simply watched them quietly. Compared to the usual immediate urge, being solely focused on seemed to make the girls even more shy. Their fingers involuntarily covered their breasts and upper bodies. For the man , "Just being watched like this makes me even more shy..." "You, what do you want to do, you perverted voyeur!" The girls, who should have been quite skilled in sexual matters, seemed , yet the man's actions were far from merely seeking release; he simply used his hands to gently caress their flawless skin. Soft and elastic, with a body full of moisture and no excess fat, even their faces are sculpted according to ergonomics , making them undoubtedly outstanding beauties.

"Truly incredible creations. People often say they have a love for their creations;
is this the feeling I feel now, wanting to embrace them?
" "What...what is the meaning of your existence?"
"We exist without war, without the need to fire guns; that is our only meaning. In
that case , serving our human commanders is...the reason we were created."
Is that so? The commander sighed softly as he listened to Springfield's answer.
What difference was there between this child and himself when he was still in the military?
"How did the former commander...treat you during sex?"
"...Nothing much, just pinning us down whenever the thought came to mind...hmph."
Was that really how it was? The commander thought, not surprised by their thoughts, though still
unable to agree.
To be able to do whatever one wanted with such beautiful bodies—many men would probably find such
lust unbearable, perhaps even wanting to possess them in the most filthy and barbaric ways.
"Is this what men are like..." A hint of mockery welled up from the bottom of his heart. Facing these
girls who were still like children, the commander still gently stroked them.
First, his cheeks, each hand caressing a girl's cheek, the force so gentle that one could only
feel a slight itch, nothing more. The commander's fingers gradually moved to
every part , slowly stroking their skin and hair, the movements still incredibly delicate.
The commander seemed to have little experience with being touched like this. He felt their bodies were still stiff and
uncomfortable, but this did not stop his fingers from slowly stroking every inch of the girls' skin. As he
slowly stroked downwards, the commander felt his
palms gently caressing the two girls' bodies, touching the finest hairs, the almost
ticklish force touching their warm bodies, as if trying to thoroughly caress every soft fold of
skin , to let the warmth of his fingertips penetrate their stiff bodies and soften them, it was that kind of gentleness.
As his fingertips slowly traced every inch of her body, the slight trembling gradually
transmitted the feeling of shrinking back to the commander. Caressing those bodies only fueled his dedication.
The girls before him, with their innocent minds, were so easily
forgotten compared to their appearance and knowledge; they too needed to learn and become more human.
To be treated like objects in meaningless, garbage sex, to have one's own body used as an object—perhaps that was
the right way for some, but it wasn't what the commander wanted to do now.
Her pink face, neck, and shoulders were gently touched, then his fingers lightly caressed her perfect
body , using her lips in turn, teasing every inch of her skin. His tongue licked her erect nipples
, and his fingers slowly invaded her beautiful mons pubis, feeling her body gradually fill with blood.
The girls, unable to resist, continued to be caressed so gently, every inch of their skin softening under his touch,
their resistance crumbling.
The engorged clitoris was slowly teased from beneath the labia. The commander looked down at the two engorged
nipples and gently kissed them.
"Ah, Commander, what, what is this!?"
"Quick, let go! You pervert!"
The sensitive and vulnerable area was being played with by the man. He licked the two girls, who trembled as he did so .
Those not being licked were teased by his fingers. His body moved incredibly fast toward the girls' previously mild
orgasms.
With the caresses of his fingers and lips, intense spasms and waves of fluid slowly spread, and the girls
reached orgasm one after another with moans.
"Why, why are you playing with our bodies like this..."
"Idiot, idiot, why waste so much effort..."
Looking at the girls' charming demeanor that he had never seen before, the complete relaxation of their bodies
was not achieved through artificial exertion, but rather through the complete relaxation caused by orgasm.
It was clear that their sensitivity was far greater than before, without any pretense.
The man, finally emerging from his trance, was also slightly out of breath. His muscular, scarred body
had pores that were wide open, yet his muscles still held considerable strength, as if
conserving .
His movements remained slow and powerful, his cheek close to the girls' earlobes as he whispered,
"You said it before, didn't you? Girls, like humans, can feel love and desire. They're
androids, capable of everything except reproduction, right…?" He spoke
gently and meticulously into the girls' ears as they reached their climax. "Then learn slowly. One day, you'll learn
what love is."
Looking at the girls, weak and breathless like children, lying on the bed, the Commander wanted to
kiss every inch of their bodies, to inhale the intensified scent of their climax.
Even knowing they weren't real humans, bodies incapable of reproduction, the scent
still stimulated every inch of his body, making him almost irresistibly want to
have sex .
But there was no rush. At least his self-control kept him from rushing. He simply watched
the girls , kissing them slowly and intimately, their noses gently rubbing together, their tongues plunging
out to kiss passionately.
He kissed them slowly, as if trying to bring pleasure to the girls beneath him…
…
“Why…?”
“Huh?”
Her fingers and tongue paused slightly in mid-air. Hearing the trembling voice, Wa’s once stubborn
face now seemed to show an indelible confusion as she asked the man softly,
“Why do you want to save us? We’re just the two of us out of millions of mass-produced models, what is it…”
Looking at the girl who seemed completely lost and afraid of the commander’s actions,
the commander ’s smile could only be described as tragic. His expression was like he was about to cry,
and his demeanor was no longer just gentle, but rather filled with an indescribable sorrow.
“Because… I also want to be saved.”
"Huh?"
"Absolutely, absolutely, I will save you all. It's not just for you, it's also to save
myself !" The battered man seemed to be confessing. "I don't want to admit that this terrible situation is
right. I just want to tell myself that there are still people in this world willing to lend a helping hand by saving others, to comfort myself
like this ... Someday someone will come to save me."
He wasn't a good person at all; he just wanted to use this action to find redemption for himself,
trying his to create a bright future for the girls that he hadn't even reached yet, so that he wouldn't be so desperate.
From beginning to end, the world he interacted with was one of despair.
Yet, the next second, he was embraced. The warm body came from the embrace of those girls
, the girlish fragrance and soft skin, and finally, words he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Don't look down on yourself, you idiot!"
"Wa..."
"We've received so many commanders here... but we
've never seen anyone like you, such a big fool! A man who would shed tears for us..."
"Indeed, as wa said," the same soft skin and arms from Springfield on the other end, that same...
"If what you say is true, even if we can't understand it now, we believe that what you've done is indeed
a very commendable morality."
It's... an unexpected salvation.
Don't be satisfied with just these tears, ask me for more, ask me for more, but feeling
the two arms holding his head, feeling the girl's lips gradually approaching his ear, those
words made him understand where his salvation lay.
"Please allow us to ask you again, would you be willing to embrace bodies like ours?" "
That goes without saying." Almost instantly, the tears that were about to spill were forcefully swallowed
back. Commander,
none of them were special; it was just luck that brought three individuals with similar fates together, and they were lucky
enough to comfort each other.
It was nothing more than being toyed with by chance.
"What is love? I will slowly tell you... I swear, the meaning and true essence of love..."
Feeling the fingers tightly clutching themselves begin to tremble, as if realizing that they had
finally escaped the pain of the past, even their voices began to choke.
"Then please, save us... Commander." "
Ah... Ah───────!"
The penis was aimed at what he had forgotten. The Commander only remembered that tears blurred his vision, blurring the identity
of the girl embracing him, and he clearly remembered the pleasure when the penis cut through everything and was enveloped by that warm vagina,
and the girl's uncontrollable moans.
He took turns relentlessly tormenting the two girls, their soft vaginas perfectly enveloping every inch of
his inserted penis. He thrust slowly but passionately into every fold of their bodies, each slight opening
eliciting sweet, cloying moans from the girls.
Sex was no longer a violent outburst of desire, but a gentle caress. His powerful body
increased its pace, even pounding against their buttocks, each thrust deforming them as he pushed
, striving for maximum pleasure.
Whether it was the soft, enveloping sensation of Springfield
or greedily savored it all, while the girls beneath him clung tightly, responding to his
intense passion.
He no longer cared whether the emotions were feigned or genuine tears; his powerful thrusts relentlessly
ravaged and violated the girls, each withdrawal bringing forth a gush of fluid, like
a woman multiple orgasms.
Whether their breasts were full or small, they were all kneaded and fondled by the commander. The girls' cries
and moans filled the air. It was the first time for both of them to experience sex so thoroughly caressed. The man's heat was more intense than that of the people he had used as objects in the past, penetrating their bodies
more forcefully and conquering their once-dormant hearts. As if trying to pry open every part of their bodies, he painstakingly explored the girls' inner selves. His slightly raised head penetrated every vaginal opening with force, the force of his penis pressing against the cervix causing the girls to cry out in pleasure. Their skin flushed red from the commander's caresses and their own sensitivity, their slender waists twisting and turning as if enduring unparalleled pleasure. The painful, brutal past, though it wouldn't disappear, was suppressed by the man's intense emotions, forcefully pushed into the depths of his mind. What was once just routine sex now brought the girls a taste of pleasure. Their vaginas eagerly kissed every inch of the shaft, welcoming each of the commander's thrusts, quickly becoming incredibly sensitive. Their once-fluent mouths slowly weakened, becoming limp and powerless, able to express their emotions—how they were being played with by the man—through words and gasps . Their vaginas, already spasming from the commander's thrusts, and their hazy eyes, ultimately conveyed their desires through their pink lips. "Commander, Commander!" "Idiot, idiot, if you don't shoot inside, I, I'll..." Hearing those still somewhat immature but more fervent pleas for pleasure than every day of the past month, the Commander , as if unable to resist the emotions, tightly embraced the girl beneath him. Intense thrusts alternated between them, the throbbing of his glans growing stronger. Finally, in another passionate thrust, as if completely aroused, the Commander pressed his grip on Wa's slender waist, pinning her stubborn face to the bed with kisses, his lower body violently and forcefully pumping into her already sensitive vagina. "──────────!" With a forceful insertion, the Commander finally ejaculated deep inside her. Wa's entire body tensed instantly upon receiving the semen, her vagina gripping the Commander's lower body as if trying to completely lock him in, desperately holding onto every inch of his ejaculating penis . Despite the girl's fervor, she couldn't stop the Commander from pulling out his still-ejaculating penis and...

The commander thrust into Springfield, who was also experiencing multiple orgasms. The tender little hole, penetrated by the ejaculated penis, instantly
experienced a violent climax. The warm body was held tightly by the commander, and she was repeatedly ejaculated into amidst
intoxicating kisses.
He alternately poured copious amounts of semen into the two spasming little holes, as if releasing some kind of pent-up
emotion. He tightly embraced the girls in his arms, repeatedly
ejaculating deep into their welcoming little holes.
The almost cathartic cries accompanying the ejaculation seemed to wash away some long
- pain, finally bursting forth from beneath the mask of rage, yet expelled with a sense of catharsis as the heat of the ejaculation
flowed freely from within.
That force continued to surge through the already orgasmic girls, as if releasing all the past emotions
in this moment, displaying immense excitement. Even with his penis now limp,
he held tightly to the two still trembling bodies, refusing to let go.
Finally, the exhausted man collapsed into the girls' arms. Warm fingers embraced his weary
back, and the two girls, supporting his body, whispered in his ear,
"Thank you, it's enough, Commander."
"This, this time you did well enough... Thank you."
Hearing these words, the man's expression, a mixture of relief and comfort
, was filled with tears. He could only murmur tremblingly
, "Thank you for telling me I've tried my best..."
The man truly cried without restraint.
Another month passed, and the Commander hadn't had a nightmare.
Only when the morning light streamed into the once-dark room, completely enveloping the three figures, did
the Commander slightly open his eyes. Looking at
the bodies of the two girls who had been intertwined with him for almost the entire day, he had almost greedily taken every inch of their bodies.
How long had it been since he had slept so soundly?
Touching those two hot, fragrant bodies, the girls seemed to be staring at his just-awakened face,
their expressions becoming more energetic, and the smiles they showed when he woke up were noticeably softer
.
What started as almost daily service gradually slowed down, becoming more willing to
go out with the man for walks, dates, meals, and even kisses.
The three experienced what seemed like a normal couple's life, even their intercourse was done together. Their daily
life together gradually increased, but the frequency of simply demanding each other's bodies began to decrease.
However, during each sexual encounter, the commander could feel his body, which had previously stretched mechanically, gradually becoming
softer, and the moans he made when penetrated gradually transformed from simple sexual desire into a sweet, seductive melody,
resonating with each other's movements.
It was no longer through the knowledge previously implanted in his head, but through being touched, listened to, and experienced through imagination
.
Sunlight shone on their fair skin, sliding down to the space between their legs and mons pubis.
The girls, with whom he had been going crazy all night, were like the most perfect photo models, their
bodies, without an ounce of excess fat, were exquisitely sculpted, making them irresistible to touch.
He sat up, but felt that the girls on his body were still limp and powerless. He couldn't help but
look at the two girls who had been leaning against him, only to be met with a glare.
"Commander, yesterday you were a little too eager to show off your skills..."
"Ugh! You always want to see the girls climax in front of you before you penetrate, you, you
perverted commander!"
"You guys..."
Seeing the girls finally willing to speak so eloquently in front of him, the commander couldn't help but smile.
Their real-life behavior warmed him even more than before.
He gently pinched their little bottoms, and the two girls, stimulated by the touch, let out slightly lewd
moans. Seeing Springfield's shyly turned away and Wa's lowered head, glaring at him, their
charming postures were incredibly pleasing.
The Commander finally stopped his sexual harassment, looking at
the girls panting against his chest, and couldn't help but hug them, saying,
"Didn't I say yesterday that if you two orgasmed first, you had to promise me a gift?"
"A gift?"
"I... I'm not particularly expecting anything! Let's see what you can offer!"
Looking at their faces, which displayed human-like expressions, the Commander smiled.
Noble, pure, beautiful, and loyal, these doll-like girls were such crystalline
beings , almost enough to heal all the shadows in a man's heart.
He no longer cared about the so-called program or simulated mind; compared to the humans who had wounded him so much,
at this moment the man was more captivated by these girls, and held their slender bodies even tighter.
Let him remain blind, transforming the love and loyalty meant for humanity into
love for these girls, for only they would feel guilty towards him for his loyalty and love.
Even so, it's merely a one-sided redemption.
"I...love...love you all." The man
, who hadn't uttered such embarrassing words in so long, stammered, feeling the girl tremble upon hearing those words
. Though his actions had been like those of lovers countless times before, only
now did they feel so intimate.
The commander, seemingly trying to compose himself, hurriedly grabbed a bag from the bedside table.
Inside were two small boxes, which he held as if they were some kind
of item used to boost the girls' stats.
However, the next second, he didn't see any special item to boost stats, but rather a genuine diamond
ring.
But faced with this gift, the girl's slight hesitation and sorrowful expression were
exactly as the commander had expected.
"I don't understand... This is supposed to be said to someone who's also human..."
"You, are you an idiot?! Confessing to a girl like that! What are you thinking?!"
Looking at the girl who clearly had no expectations of this treatment and the gloom in her eyes, the commander didn't...
He retreated, his wounded body falling from the bed. Looking at the two girls still sitting on it, he slowly
knelt on one knee.
"Ah!"
Kneeling before the girls who should have been serving him, the man's actions seemed to erase
the difference between them, appearing like a man making a simple courtship. This only confused
the girls .
"Please get up. Isn't this an act of loyalty and love for humans?"
"Idiot, idiot! Why do this to girls? We're your tools..."
"In that case, it doesn't matter." Interrupting the girls, as if he had already made
up , the man's actions and words seemed to explain his resolve: "The object of my love and loyalty
is no longer humans... but you, those who have given me the same loyalty and love."
That was enough. He had already repaid his debt of loyalty and love to humanity and his country the moment he was framed.
For the rest of his days, he only needed to live, love, and fight for those he loved and for himself.
The girls weren't incapable of understanding emotions; they simply needed to learn like infants, to
love and be loved like humans, to understand the meaning and value of their own thoughts. Since humans need to be nurtured
to understand the meaning of love, how could one expect them to understand it instantly?
It requires embracing, feeling all kinds of warmth, and spending many years together, slowly
cultivating understanding and affection. Only then could these girls, barely teenagers, learn the
source of the obstacles that make it difficult to move when embraced. This is what the Commander has been striving for over the past month
. The complex movements have helped the girls learn more, clarifying the stirrings in their hearts.
For example, they have now learned and understood the concept of tears of joy; their bright eyes
are slightly moist, and the Commander can clearly see their shoulders trembling slightly with happiness.
"Really, really, can you leave it to us...?"
"You... Waaah! Why are you being so kind to us..."
No longer hindered, the ring slipped through the slender finger and was put on without any surprise.
The girls, equally nervous, looked at the commander, but the man simply hugged them tightly. From the girls' reflexive
touch on the man's fingers, they could sense the commander's excitement and nervousness.
What an awkward man.
Even though the computational mechanisms in their minds allowed them to smile at a thousand commanders, only this man, who
was now crying, would gently cup their faces in his hands, cherishing them until the simulated mind could
understand the meaning of love.
Tears welled up in the girls' eyes—were they genuine tears of joy or
just a malfunction? It no longer mattered to the man.
"Our love as girls is very simple and humble. If you can accept such love... then please
guide me."
"Hmph! You actually chose girls as your partners, you... no, please guide me."
"Yes, please guide me."
From this moment on, the man's eyes saw only the girls; all human forms vanished.
[The End]

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