Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 9

Chapter Four: The Antarctic Treaty.

Her hands writhed violently with pleasure, her lower body swaying lewdly. Regina felt both ashamed and excited about doing this in front of a renowned general; the perverse pleasure was so pleasurable.

"Ah! It hurts...it feels good...it hurts so much..."

"You slut! Does it hurt or feel good?"

Wild Wolf continued his brutal, relentless thrusting, his piston-like movements becoming even faster and more intense. Reiber was furious at their shameless behavior.

"I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death!"

"Ah!"

The pain and pleasure in her buttocks drove Regina to scream wildly. But her body writhed in a frenzied, rapid rhythm.

"It's coming! Ahh..."

A gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, soaking the gun and his penis.

"Hmph! You slut."

"Ah..."

Wild Wolf pushed Regina away, stomping on her large, white breasts, his toes rubbing against her nipples. He pounded his penis into her body. Thick, powerful semen shot through the air, splashing onto the wanton woman.

"Hmph! That felt good."

"Old man! I'll let you be a hero and save the beauty. Protect this slut and fight your way out with me! I'm just afraid you don't have the guts."

Wild Wolf pulled Regina up, shoving her, covered in semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat, towards Reibille. He also pulled out the pistol, which was covered in feces, and threw it at Reibille.

"Hahaha! You dare sentence me to death. Too bad I didn't provoke you to death, you old bastard." "Bang!"

Rebil

, though not angry, exuded authority, his composure undiminished despite the naked woman in his arms. The gun in his hand was still smoking. The shot hit the wolf's pants, which were half-pulled down to his thighs, tearing a hole in them. "Do you want to die?" The wolf fiercely stomped on Regina's ample buttocks, forcing her to press against Rebil. The slut clung to Rebil with a look of adoration, ignoring the filthy bodily fluids covering her. "If you have time, take care of your soldiers. Wolf!" Rebil gracefully removed his vest and tried to put it on the naked Regina. However, because her arms were locked, the vest, still attached to her arms, covered her head, making her ample breasts even more prominent. Nipples were faintly visible. "You impotent hypocrite, don't do anything unnecessary. It's pointless to dress such a slut." Looking at those two large breasts, Wild Wolf, his penis still erect, tore open the tank top. "I am a general. Regardless of your current rank, obeying orders is a soldier's basic duty." Reiber pointed his gun at Wild Wolf with an air of authority. "Damn it! What are you putting on airs for?" *Snap!* Wild Wolf grabbed another automatic rifle. He activated the safety, ready to fire at any moment. "Old man! I've prepared a car for you. Take that bastard up there!" "Listen, kill them all, soldiers and prisoners alike." An hour later, the prison exploded due to a pre-planted bomb, and a large number of Mithril particles were detected outside the colony. The Self-Defense Force launched a massive search both inside and outside the colony. "Alright! Time to go." Wild Wolf escaped in a small boat modified into a Self-Defense patrol boat, blending in with dozens of patrol boats. The date was January 26, 0079. On January 28, the Self-Defense Principality government, through the neutral Sixth District, requested the Earth Federation government to conclude a ceasefire treaty. On January 31, delegations from the Self-Defense Force and the Federation began negotiations in the permanently neutral Antarctic. For the Self-Protected Nation, from its commanders to its soldiers and civilians, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The short but brutal war had finally come to an end. Billions had died, but they had won victory, peace, and independence; it seemed that all the price had been worthwhile. Especially after the words of Self-Protected Nation Commander Giren Sabi: "The ignorant and stubborn Federal government and people, it is time to recognize the crimes you have committed against the people of space. Haven't you seen enough blood? Must you wait until Luna II crashes to Earth before you wake up and understand the importance of peace?" Luna II was an asteroid with a diameter of several hundred kilometers. The Federal had extracted vast amounts of resources from it during the development of its space colonies. The hollowed-out asteroid was later rebuilt into a space fortress, the headquarters of the Federal Space Force. The Federation had only one intact space fleet, plus a force exceeding one fleet size, composed of remnants from other fleets. There were also millions of marines, logistics personnel, military personnel, and their families. Dropping Luna II onto Earth would mean the complete annihilation of the Federation Space Force, and dropping a celestial body of such scale onto Earth would be tantamount to declaring the extinction of humanity. However, for the Federation, this was far from the truth. Enraged citizens took to the streets daily to demonstrate. Dejected riot police could barely protect the Federation government headquarters and parliament. Elsewhere, riot police and regular police guarding buildings chatted with demonstrators, and demonstrators freely entered and exited government offices, posting slogans demanding resistance and revenge against the Federation alongside working civil servants. The peace faction has been rejected by the vast majority of the people, military, police, and government personnel. For the incompetent government and military leadership, in order to avoid stepping down and being held accountable, the only option is to offer peace as a price, attempting to appease the opposition with a treaty. However, as the young men and women gathered at the federal recruiting center said, even if the government agreed to surrender, they would absolutely not agree; they wanted to remove the government and launch a war of revenge. The most radical among them were the survivors of the colonial massacres. Tears streaming down their faces, they passionately cried out for revenge for their families. One news report even featured an interview with an orphaned girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in rags, queuing outside a recruiting center. "Little girl, what are you doing here! The minimum age for military recruitment is sixteen." "I want to join the army! And please show some respect, I'm an adult!" "But..." The reporter looked puzzled at the girl who seemed underage. "When the militants used poison gas to kill my parents and younger brother at home, I was no longer a girl. From that day on, I became an adult!" Her sorrowful voice and pained expression told yet another tragedy. Then, a rumbling sound came from the girl's stomach. "I'm so sorry! I was traveling, but I've run out of money and my home is gone! Everything is gone. I haven't eaten for two days. Joining the army is my only way out. I can't let these war criminals continue to live and hurt people. If God doesn't enforce justice, then I will." "Miss, the army will definitely accept you! On behalf of all the citizens of the Federation, I thank you. Where there's a will, there's hope. Take this money and buy some food! Hey, what about you guys!" The other men in line and the news agency staff all pulled out their money. This is a common example of people crying out about the cruelty of the war criminals, and of those who would rather die than give up justice for them. The constant television coverage, especially the scenes of ordinary people generously providing water and food to these penniless individuals, deeply moved all federal citizens. For the Union, this was a holy war between justice and evil. The righteous indignation ignited by the Holocaust and the hatred for self-defense coalesced into a fanatical ideology of activism.

In contrast, the voices of peace from within the Federation were so faint as to be almost inaudible. Government lackeys, fellow members of the Self-Defense Force, and accomplices who silently watched billions being slaughtered. Unless they were women or children, anyone who publicly expressed anti-war sentiments was inevitably met with beatings and a barrage of insults and ridicule.

To Christian, the Federation's attempt to justify itself was tantamount to demonizing the Self-Defense Force. In fact, the atrocities committed by the Self-Defense Force had already broken the record for the largest massacre of defenseless civilians in human history by more than a hundred times.

Apart from a few extreme independents who believed the blame should fall on the Federation government and its people for preventing the Self-Defense Force's independence, and that they had forced the Self-Defense Force to take this step, everyone else felt some degree of guilt.

The unity of the usually disorganized federal citizens was truly astonishing.

Even a lowly soldier like Christian couldn't help but recall a historical saying: "Popular spirit is powerful!" Aside from a few high-ranking government officials, could the Federation really suppress this rising war spirit? Would the Federation really accept a humiliating peace treaty offered to them?

Christian said, "It'll probably take a long time!"

Jacobson replied, "It won't take long!"

"The space fleet is gone; what can the Federation do now?"

"But..."

A large group of soldiers on leave gathered in the mess hall to watch the news. They were watching news broadcast through the neutral Sixth District. Although watching this channel was against regulations, the law was often overlooked. Everyone was fed up with the official propaganda of the self-defense movement, and the federal government's news reports, invariably included a scathing critique of the self-defense movement in one out of every three sentences, so naturally, no one wanted to read them.

The scene of the demonstration that appeared before Christian was captioned: "On average, over a hundred million people around the world participate in demonstrations every day."

"What can civilians without guns or cannons do? Besides, the next federal election is still a long way off."

Christian couldn't agree with Jacobson's dismissive attitude; that was far too optimistic.

News reporter: "This treaty mainly discusses the Federal government's recognition of the independence of the Principality of Self-Protection and the lifting of long-term economic sanctions against Self-Protection. In addition, the negotiating representative of the Principality of Self-Protection threatened that the Federal's excessively expanding military must be limited, as it is considered a threat to human peace in the Earth Sphere..."

"Huh! What's going on?"

"Isn't that Reiber?"

"Wasn't he captured? Why is this happening?"

The scene that appeared after the news report was interrupted showed Reiber in a neat military uniform, with a large group of Federal soldiers behind him, looking like a Federal military base.

"Fellow citizens of the Earth Federation, listen to me! The Self-Defense Forces have no soldiers left to conscript! They have no warships to operate, no weapons, and no ammunition! Knowing this, why must we surrender to the Self-Defense Forces? Fellow citizens! We cannot trust those weak government officials. They only know how to hide under the banner of democracy and eke out a living. How can we entrust the fate of the Federation to them!"

"Please recall the arrogant declaration made by Dejin Sodo Sabi when he came to power in the Principality of Self-Protection! He said that the people of Self-Protection were chosen by God, while the people of the Earth Federation were ancient and lacked awareness. Therefore, the ancient people of the Federation must obey the leadership of the people of Self-Protection. Yes, the high-ranking officials of the Federation did fit his description, but this does not mean that what Dejin Sabi said is true! Self-Protection is the colony farthest from Earth. They hide in the depths of space. How could they possibly understand the current situation on Earth!"

"We cannot use the corruption and decadence of the Federation to justify our self-protective dictatorship. The Sabi family wants to revert to dictatorship in future history, and we have no obligation to obey them! The Earth Federation is a government that truly prioritizes human rights; humanity's ability to live in space is thanks to the wisdom of its forefathers.

Kilian Sabi claims he wants to overthrow the corruption and tyranny of the Earth Federation—what right does this executioner who slaughtered four billion innocent civilians have to say such things!"

"For Gihren, is it right that humanity has violated the independence and autonomy of the universe's people, so he kills four billion people to atone for this crime? Of course not. One person killing four billion of his own kind is clearly a crime. He is merely using the name of independence and autonomy to carry out his own dictatorial will.

"Gihren also said that he would use Luna II to attack Earth. Are we all just going to stand by and watch him continue to promote his 'truth'? Of course not! Because I believe that there are still kind-hearted citizens who are unwilling to submit to self-defense. Naturally, the military capabilities of the Earth Federation far exceed those of self-defense."

"Citizens! Listen to me! Gihren's words are nothing but bluff. I was fortunate enough to escape from the Self-Defense Forces and see the true state of the Self-Defense Principality. The people of the Self-Defense are exhausted, and the nation is in decline. Gihren Sabi! If you have the guts, throw Luna II onto Earth and see what happens!

The Self-Defense's forces were already exhausted in the Battle of Rumu. Do you understand how long it takes to train a single usable soldier? Gihren certainly understands this as well. Therefore, citizens of the Earth Federation, listen to me! The Self-Defense has no more soldiers to conscript! Are you still willing to submit to the Self-Defense? Arise, citizens!

The Self-Defense will surely collapse before us!"

This speech was powerful and pointed out the Self-Defense's weaknesses, although it was somewhat exaggerated. Reiber's expression was solemn, yet he gazed upon the audience with the loving eyes of an elder.

"Eliminate the Self-Defense Forces! Avenge the dead!"

A soldier in the back row shouted.

"Eliminate the Self-Defense Forces! Avenge the dead!"

The entire base erupted in cheers, a cacophony of hawkish voices echoing throughout the hall. Only Reiber remained dignified and composed, his gaze fixed on the fluorescent screen. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the distant Self-Defense Forces' soldiers and civilians.

"Heh! Nonsense. Now's the only time to spout empty rhetoric. Once Luna II is actually dropped on their heads, these Federation trash will understand the righteousness of our Self-Defense Forces. The independence of space colonists cannot be insulted."

A voice from the hawkish faction in the restaurant declared loudly.

"Does that mean the war will continue?"

Jacobson asked, unusually serious.

"But Reibell is just a general, not the chairman of parliament, nor a negotiator. He's just talking."

Hans shook his head, not believing the Federation would continue the war.

Christian thought about Reibell's words. In fact, the Self-Defense Force had already reached its maximum conscription limit, including formal service, reserve, and out-of-service personnel, even those not professional soldiers. A typical Self-Defense Force adult male could spend as long as fifteen years in the military, or be drafted at any time.

Recent training and patrols had decreased significantly, and rumors from supply personnel indicated a severe fuel shortage. As for ammunition, they wouldn't run out anytime soon, but the claim of shortage was no exaggeration. Reiber's words were not unfounded.

Moreover, the claim of capturing Luna II and crashing it to Earth was clearly a bluff to scare laymen. Otherwise, the Self-Defense Forces would have already done it, just like the colonial massacres—doing it but saying it.

To annihilate an enemy force equivalent to two fleets, at a location in the farthest part of the Self-Defense Principality's Third District, on the opposite side of Earth in a reverse orbit—millions of kilometers away—would be incredibly difficult. The fortress's defenses would be impenetrable; how easy would it be to breach it?

Moreover, that would require capturing the interior of Luna II, which housed over a million marines. If successful, would the enemy, knowing they were doomed, willingly allow the Self-Defense Forces to drop them onto Earth? If the super-massive nuclear-powered engine inside the fortress were brought to its critical operating point and detonated, it would be enough to wipe out the attacking Self-Defense Force fleet.

Christian recalled Alim's words, along with the news reports of the past few days.

The federal government was already unable to anticipate attacks from its own military and civilians, making it difficult to detect any defensive actions. Now, the one publicly opposing him wasn't an ordinary citizen, but a general revered as a hero by the federal people. Even if the government's representatives signed a treaty tantamount to surrender, would the federal military and civilians accept it?

Finally, after a long wait, the federal government's negotiators refused to sign a treaty based on previous agreements. They only stipulated restrictions on the use of weapons and the treatment of prisoners. This treaty, known as the Antarctic Treaty, consisted of clauses to be observed by both sides.

First, it prohibited the use of nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons, as well as restrictions on the use of heavy weapons such as colonial bombs and other weapons (but nuclear power was not restricted by either side).

Second, it prohibited attacks on energy convoys traveling between Earth and Jupiter, permanent cities on the lunar surface, and cities in neutral zones.

Third, the human rights factors, such as the treatment of prisoners of war, were confirmed.

The representative of the federal negotiators stated after the meeting: "Although I was appointed by the government as its plenipotentiary representative in the negotiations, I represent not the government, but all the federal citizens behind it. When the government betrays its citizens, my only choice is to pledge direct loyalty to them.

Future battles will inevitably involve more bloodshed. Between humiliating peace and bloody justice, the people have chosen the latter. I am merely fulfilling the oath I took while serving in the government: to be loyal to the people of the earth! I bear the responsibility for this decision alone. But I want to tell the Speaker of the Federal Assembly that those who oppose the people and shake hands with butchers will be condemned by history."

Silence fell over the dining room. How many here could understand the enemy's justice? Just as the enemy doesn't understand our justice.

Christian felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He picked up Jacobson's beer and took a sip, but it only made him feel more bitter and had no effect on getting drunk.

"You brat, if you can't drink, don't drink! You're still a kid!"

Jacobson snatched back his beer and gulped it down.

"Looks like the Federal Government doesn't have much time left. This war is far from over!"

Jacobson, his face flushed from drinking, turned and walked out of the restaurant without saying a word.

"Damn it! Why don't they surrender?"

A few soldiers jeered and cursed, saying that the Federal Government and the people were all war criminals and that they should be brought to court.

"I'm going now!"

Christian said to Hans, looking at his exhausted and dazed comrades.

He felt the same exhaustion. Although he was mentally prepared more than the others, he couldn't bear to see the war, which could have ended, drag on indefinitely.

"Wasn't it supposed to end?"

Christian slammed his fist against the ship's hull, his heart filled with turmoil. Perhaps this was reality; blood could only be washed away with blood. After starting a war and committing such atrocities, expecting the enemy to accept a humiliating peace

was merely self-righteous self-protection .

Back in his room, Christian picked up the ship's phone and called Yoko and Risna, asking them to come and keep him company.

"Miss Yoko!"

Seeing Yoko enter, Christian's defenses crumbled, and he couldn't help but cry.

"Didn't you say there would be peace talks?"

Yoko sat down next to him and gently hugged him. Being with this young man gave her a feeling of being an older sister. Although she didn't believe negotiations could succeed, the thought of an endless war of attrition with the Federation was unpleasant for anyone.

"Four billion people have already been killed, isn't that enough? How many more do we have to kill?"

"If there's anything you want to say, just say it. I'll listen quietly."

"I don't drink, although I've tried, it never works. Now I understand a little why Lisna uses sex to numb herself." "

Even the most unfortunate and helpless reality sometimes has to be accepted."

Lisna entered after Yoko. However, compared to Christian and Yoko's worried expressions, she looked excited.

"I heard the war will continue! That's great. Otherwise, I really can't stand it!"

Christian was annoyed by Lisna's smiling face.

"What's there to be happy about? Is it something to be happy about if the war continues? Not only will we die in self-defense, but people will die in the Federation too. What's so good about humans continuing to kill each other!"

Lisna returned Christian's sorrowful and angry gaze with an unwavering and resolute look.

"You're all so selfish! You should have said that before the war started. You're the ones who started the war, you're the ones who killed four billion people, and now that you've won a little, you keep talking about peace and trying to pressure us with a humiliating treaty. Is this the justice of self-defense?"

"Self-defense is wrong, that's true. But how many more people will have to die for the sake of the Federation's justice? You and I might die on the battlefield in the future,"

Yoko whispered helplessly. She could understand Lisna's position, but what about the position of a self-defense soldier?

"If anyone's to be held accountable, it should be you who started the war! We were the ones attacked and invaded. My whole family died; are they also responsible for the war? This war is a fair and just war for me. If I have to exchange prisoners and return to the Federation, even if it means fighting you two on the same side, I will go back."

Christian was deeply saddened, and his words seemed to draw a clear line between friend and foe among the three of them.

"So, will you kill me? If you're going to kill me, I'll immediately go back to the mobile suit and get you a gun."

Christian stared sadly at Lisna.

Only then did Lisna, who had been agitated and angry, soften her tough stance.

"Don't say that!"

"It's not someone you know who will die in the future, that's why Lisna says things like that."

"And what about you? If it were your family members who died, would you agree not to avenge them, but to make a peace treaty with the murderers, begging for back the peace that was forcibly taken from you by the enemy?"

"I just don't want to kill anymore!"

"Enough, you two! We're just lower-ranking officers and soldiers, what can we do? Whether the war continues or not is not up to us to decide. We can only accept it, can't we? Arguing like this will only hurt each other and get us nowhere."

Christian felt the sorrow of being a soldier. As a soldier fighting for self-defense, under the rule of a dictatorial government, he had no political rights whatsoever.

He couldn't even decide whether to declare war on the Federation or make peace. But his support for independence was a fact, and he also agreed to use force to defend his independence and autonomy should the Federation launch a preemptive attack.

As a result, the government unilaterally decided to wage war, forcing these soldiers and civilians to agree with and accept the government's decision. As a soldier, following the government's orders to kill in large numbers, could he really say he was without responsibility?

Faced with a powerful government, these small people were as helpless as if facing fate; the road ahead seemed to have been paved long ago. Whether they agreed or not, what could they do but move forward?

Yoko took the lead in removing her uniform. Soon her upper body was completely naked, and she held Christian's head between her soft breasts.

"At least we can still do what we like as long as we enjoy it!"

Looking at the fair and rosy body before him, Christian cast aside all reason and licked Yoko's pink nipples, which were as delicate as a young girl's. The intoxicating fragrance made him linger there, unwilling to leave.

Then another warm, full body pressed against Christian's back. Not to be outdone, Lisna tore off the tissues covering her body and actively joined in.

"Ah..."

Yoko, her nipples being sucked with pleasure, moaned softly, floating before his eyes. Christian then removed all the restraints from her lower body. Above, Yoko and Lisna were licking each other, their two pink, adorable tongues intertwined.

The corruption of military discipline lies in the soldiers' loss of reason and indulgence in their desires. Unfair systems, the condoning of soldiers in the name of justice, even the deliberate encouragement of crime, and a lack of tolerance for war. Soldiers, facing life and death, often begin to indulge in various forms of pleasure.

Christian didn't care. Yoko was one thing, but he'd suffered quite a bit at Lisina's hands. Now that he'd regained some authority, he couldn't let himself be wasted.

"You two keep going, I'll just watch."

Stripped down to his underwear, Christian sat on the edge of the bed, watching their wanton antics, completely absorbed.

"You're so bold! Getting more and more arrogant, aren't you? We're not gay, and why do you want us to do it for you?"

Lisina tossed her blonde hair, raising her fist in dissatisfaction. Yoko, meanwhile, looked at Christian with a flushed face. The thought of her and another woman doing it in front of Christian, who was so much younger than her, filled her with deep shame.

"Come on! Yoko-neechan, just say yes this once!"

Christian pressed his head against Yoko's buttocks. It was truly pink and alluring! He then gently bit and sucked, his mouth full of saliva.

"Ugh!"

Lisna, deliberately kept away, glared at Christian in dissatisfaction. This was outrageous! Wasn't this a case of ignoring her unless they had a same-sex encounter?

"Ahhh!"

"Alright...just be shy one more time!"

Yoko hugged Lisna's fair and alluring pink legs, forcibly separating them despite her resistance, her head pressing against the golden triangle.

Neither Yoko nor Lisna had any particular liking for same-sex relationships; in fact, they found it somewhat perverse. But psychological feelings were one thing, physical reactions were another. A woman's delicate fingers and slender tongue are more adept at caressing than a rough man's. More importantly, the perverse pleasure derived from same-sex lovemaking makes them exceptionally aroused.

Yoko's skillful tongue repeatedly attacked Lisina's vulva and clitoris, licking her until she cried out softly, her love juices flowing freely. Christian, on the other hand, used his fingers and tongue to lick Yoko's lips, leaving all three of them covered in the two women's fluids.

In the midst of this perverse same-sex pleasure, the two women became increasingly excited, especially their uneasy and shy expressions when Christian was staring at them, which were even more captivating.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Lisina couldn't hold back any longer and reached a mild climax first, her vaginal fluids spraying onto Yoko's face.

Yoko felt even more embarrassed by this, and her body became even more responsive. Unable to resist, Christian began a relentless assault on her lower body with his ten fingers, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her body, a warm current flowing through her. Her vaginal fluid

gushed out, and Christian, who had been waiting patiently,

opened his mouth wide and swallowed it all. Just as both women felt their bodies heating up, their desire intensifying, Christian kissed Yoko's alluring lips, parting them and transferring all the vaginal fluid he had just held into her mouth.

"How is it? Yoko-neechan, how delicious is your own vaginal fluid! This is revenge for that time you made me eat my own semen!"

Having swallowed her own sweet and sour female essence, Yoko playfully complained. Her face was flushed! Of the three, she was the oldest, and Christian the youngest. In front of Lisina, Christian made her drink his love juice again, leaving her feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

Just as Yoko was about to resist, Christian thrust his penis into her vagina, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so stingy! You completely ignore me, what do you mean by that?"

Lisina grabbed Christian's cheek, both angry and embarrassed.

"You have to satisfy Yoko-neechan first. If you miss me, masturbate for me first. Otherwise, I won't be able to handle two people at once."

Christian explained as he began a series of rapid thrusts, giving Yoko an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her moans and cries of pleasure continued.

"That's going too far! Who do you think you are? You're getting more and more outrageous. Look all you want, you pervert. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Lisna's face was like that of a drunkard, her pink legs spread wide with boundless shyness, revealing everything about herself to Christian. He played with her alluring little red bean, her honey pot overflowing with love juice.

"Ugh...ahhh..."

Finally, Lisna, overwhelmed with shame, reached her climax in front of Christian, releasing herself completely.

"Ahhh..."

Yoko was no less excited than Lisna; under the repeated assaults, her body was filled with excitement, the torrent of pleasure within her rising higher and higher.

Her moans grew louder and louder, and her love juice flowed more and more abundantly. Finally, with a low growl from Christian, he reached another climax, his warm, burning semen filling her body.

The pleasurable sensation thrilled both women. Christian, keeping his promise, prepared to satisfy Lisna, whose madness had subsided and whose true feminine side was emerging.

After the frenzy, Christian looked at the two women on the bed. A strange loneliness welled up inside him, and he felt extremely uneasy about the future.

On Earth, following Reiber's speech on self-defense and no-armies policy, the negotiators privately rejected the peace treaty, openly ignoring the government. Strong calls for war were everywhere among the people, especially the alarming public opinion polls, which showed the government's approval rating at only 10%, and even those came from extreme pacifists. Yet, even these people advocated holding the government accountable after the war.

If the policy of surrender is persisted, the people will permanently reject the current ruling majority party. They will be forced to withdraw from the political arena after their terms expire. Even more serious is the situation, which has escalated to insubordination by civil servants and the military. In fact, the police have long refused to carry out orders to suppress public demonstrations.

The final result was the collective resignation of the ruling party's parliamentary chairman and members, with the remaining members and the opposition forming a new coalition government. The new government declared that the Federation would fight to defend the sovereignty and people of the Earth Federation until the independence of the Self-Defense Forces is crushed and Gihren and other national terrorist criminals are brought to justice.

January 3rd marked the day Gihren declared war on the Self-Defense Forces, a month after the Federation was attacked. Triggered by Reiber's speech on the Self-Defense Forces' lack of soldiers, the entire Earth Federation entered a full-scale wartime regime, aiming for a protracted war of attrition until the Self-Defense Forces were defeated.

Most people were extremely excited after the government's determination to fight to the end, but not everyone was.

Alim was one of them.

The people chose justice through bloodshed, not a humiliating peace. Therefore, she had to formally face her responsibilities as a soldier.

"Gentlemen, although you are not combatants, you may be deployed to the front lines of space in future wars, and you may also launch an invasion of Earth. Regardless of your reasons for joining the army, please be prepared to kill and be killed. The Federation Army is no longer a ragtag force that shelters the unemployed."

"Starting today, to ensure your self-defense capabilities when necessary, you will undergo two weeks of close combat training. I will teach you how to use all the light weapons of the infantry. And you'd better go back and memorize the first aid training you received upon enlistment, because this skill may one day save your own lives and the lives of others."

This was the authoritative speech given by the instructor transferred from the infantry unit. Alim was issued a submachine gun and an automatic pistol. She also received bullets for the first time and experienced live-fire for the first time. To her, the training was simply inhuman; the instructors were inhuman.

Due to the specialization of military branches and the lack of combat experience for many years… As a communications soldier who wasn't a combatant, and stationed on Earth for an extended period, the grueling physical training of ancient times had long been abolished. Therefore, aside from the intellectual training necessary for communications, Alim only received first aid training and a survival manual for emergencies, written a century ago, which she was given when she enlisted.

Alim couldn't imagine herself picking up a gun and killing; she enlisted simply for survival. But now…

even more terrifying, would she die in a self-defense attack? The thought kept her awake at night. After days of continuous training, who among these pampered female soldiers could endure it? Many who had initially been full of fighting spirit and determined to fight to the death were now exhausted, both physically and mentally, longing only for a moment's rest.

However, a few pushed themselves to the limit, striving to meet every requirement of the instructors. They hoped to be transferred to the front lines, or even to combat units. Most of these women were female soldiers who had lost loved ones in previous wars.

Alim could understand their feelings, but whenever they joked during showers that this was the most rigorous weight-loss class in history, comparing who had lost how much weight or had the most bruises, Alim could only offer a bitter smile.

She didn't want to die on the battlefield at such a young age. Deep down, she hated the self-defense forces that started the war even more.

As February approached, the atmosphere of war grew ever closer. A large number of volunteers were recruited in a short period, and even old weapons from the last century were brought out of storage for training purposes.

Small-scale drills and simulated wars were conducted every three to five days. The base's air-raid shelters were expanded, and even trenches protecting the base were being dug. War clouds hung heavy within the base. The military high command was urging a total war, intending to lure the enemy deep into their territory and annihilate the Self-Defense Forces' main force on Earth. Then, the Federation space fleet would be rebuilt to counterattack the Self-Defense Forces.

Alim was very uncomfortable with this and increasingly uneasy about the future. More importantly, she received notification that she and her comrades had to relocate to the Odessa base. For this, she sent Christian one last email.

Christian:

Yesterday, the higher-ups suddenly announced that Baikonur Base was a key target for the Self-Defense Forces. Is that true? Never mind, you'll never know anyway. So we're scheduled to evacuate to the Odessa base.

Yesterday, a division of infantry moved in here! The whole base is a mess. There are troops arriving and people being evacuated everywhere.

Haha! If someone saw me writing so much to you, they'd say I'm leaking military secrets. So it's absolutely, absolutely confidential!

The women's club members are all going their separate ways. It's so sad! If only there wasn't a war. Many people cried at yesterday's last gathering. Me too! Waaah.

I'm so scared! Will you really invade Earth? Will we become enemies on the battlefield?

We're talking about that again. I… I'm packing my things, looking at the gift you gave me, and I'm feeling a lot of emotions.

On February 8, 20079, the Earth Federation's combined land, sea, and air forces totaled over 40 million personnel. This large army, plagued by poor training and outdated equipment, planned to exploit its advantages in terrain, numbers, and supplies to confront the undefeated Principality of Self-Defense Forces.

In recent years, the Self-Defense Forces had increased their military spending annually and taken out substantial loans from the Sixth District, amounting to as much as 10% of their annual GDP.

As Reiber stated in his speech about the Self-Defense Forces being without troops, the Self-Defense Forces had reached the limits of peacetime mobilization. Not only was expanding and strengthening their military a challenge, but even replenishing and maintaining their existing forces was problematic.

The only solution is to enter a wartime system, transforming all economic systems, industrial facilities, and even social organizations into a massive war support system. The inevitable cost will be a significant drop in living standards and a large-scale transfer of the population to the military or military supply production systems.

Christian, as a lowly soldier, naturally wouldn't understand the overall war situation or the nation's future.

However, for Gihren Sabi, the de facto dictator of the Self-Defense Forces, having already seized every opportunity, the only way to win another victory in space is to conquer Luna II. But even under the most lenient conditions and the most optimistic wargame simulations, it shows that if the Self-Defense Forces launch a direct assault on this fortress, they will lose half of their initial space fleet strength. In other words, only 20% of their forces would remain.

From a more stringent perspective, this would easily lead to a disastrous defeat.

Therefore, with war supplies at rock bottom, he abandoned the chance for a desperate victory. He decided to choose another option, potentially even more terrifying than the attack on Luna II: an invasion of Earth.

A failed attack on Luna II would end the war, regardless of victory or defeat. Success would be a miraculous victory; failure would mean losing all previous gains and returning to square one. Only a strategic stalemate would be possible, and this time the Federation would be absolutely serious.

An invasion of Earth.

Besides the space fleet, the Federation also had nearly three million land combat troops from its colonies. In this resource-scarce world, the only way to turn the tide is to release resources onto Earth. The goal is to seize Earth's resources, replenishing industry and military supplies. Furthermore, it allows for the revival of Nazi economic plunder, targeting gold and precious art to supplement the national treasury. However, in this age of electronic currency, its effectiveness is highly questionable.

On the other hand, no effort should be spared in striking the enemy. After launching a full-scale war, the Federation openly hinted that in the event of another colony satellite crash, it would use nuclear weapons to annihilate the lunar city cluster and the neutral Sixth District. This would lead to the collapse of its self-defense economy. Even more seriously, Reibell declared that he would equip Luna 2 with propulsion engines or use a nuclear explosion to deorbit it and crash it into the Third District.

Faced with not a limited attack, but a colony satellite crash aimed at annihilating humanity, it wouldn't be surprising if the Federation did so.

Therefore, the most feasible and practical way to defeat the Federation is to invade Earth, seize its mineral resource centers and urban clusters, and cripple the Federation in terms of population, economy, and resources, delaying or even forcing it to abandon its space fleet reconstruction plans.

If successful, the war would be confined to Earth. And when the Self-Defense Forces are strengthened to the point of being able to capture Luna II, that will be the Federation's defeat. However, if they fail, as Federation generals like Reibell have advocated, the Self-Defense Forces will exhaust their military strength in a ground war, ultimately collapsing before the Federation's large-scale space counter-offensive.

The ground invasion, which had always been nothing more than empty threats, had finally become a real nightmare. Aside from limited symbolic preparations, the Germans were now waging an unbelievable, large-scale invasion with virtually no resources. It was a desperate, all-or-nothing gamble.

History often repeats itself, and now it was as if Germany, instead of launching Operation Sea Lion to invade Britain, had launched Operation Barbarossa to invade the Soviet Union.

Christian's mobile warfare unit would be the decisive force deployed on land. Therefore, arduous land combat training began in a very short time,

involving coordinated operations of infantry, artillery, and even tanks. Training in air defense operations, air-land coordinated attacks, and long-range forced marches.

Repeated probing operations and drills were nothing short of hell for the soldiers, whose morale had already crumbled from the anticipation of the war's end. They were pushed to their physical and mental limits.

For less than two weeks, food and sleep were inadequate, and rest was a luxury. The pressure was staggering, and worse still, the test they would face afterward was a war against forty million enemy troops, with death as the only consequence of failure.

Due to the devastating losses in the previous war, a squadron of four platoons, consisting of twelve Zaku, was reduced to three platoons with nine Zaku. In other words, all their losses were left unrepaired, yet they were forced to infiltrate Earth under such harsh conditions.

"Phew! This is inhuman living!"

Sitting in the Zaku for over ten hours straight, the shaking was enough to make one feel like their internal organs were shifting.

"Hehe."

"What are you laughing at, Hans?"

"No! It's just that the thought of you, Christian, falling from the land of gentle comfort into this living hell is exhilarating."

The three members of Squad Leader Jacobson, exhausted, were complaining incessantly.

"Is it so enjoyable to cause harm?"

"Wrong! Wrong! I didn't order you here. It should be said that when you fall from the human world into hell, seeing someone else who has fallen from heaven next to you is especially exhilarating." "

Are you even breathing? I'm already dying."

Jacobson was completely paralyzed.

"Hey! Can't you three stop looking like dead snakes and rotting eels?"

Schneider, the squadron leader, though already silver-haired, only seemed slightly exhausted.

"Is this what you call the Self-Defense Forces? What will the people think if they see us like this?"

The young and promising Leopold, clearly not much better off than them, was still spouting those irritating platitudes.

"Water! I need water!"

Behind him, the thin, slightly aged Shel collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Ugh! I can't stand you guys."

"Today is the last day. Starting tomorrow, everyone has a two-day, one-night holiday."

"Really…" In

an instant, the four men, who had looked like dead snakes, regained their energy.

Schneider said, "That's not for you guys to play around with. In fact, the military has prepared transport ships, and everyone will be sent home."

Jacobson said, "Why is it so complicated for a vacation? Of course, we can do whatever we want!"

Schneider said, "This isn't an ordinary vacation. It's only for those of us who are going to participate in the Earth invasion operation. It's for you to go home and say your final goodbyes."

"Hey! I have nowhere to go home. I might as well go gambling!"

Jacobson said, then collapsed back into a limp state.

While everyone was talking about their plans for the vacation, Christian thought about the unsettling future. Giving him this kind of vacation, wasn't it just the military preparing for his death?

He didn't even know if he would come back alive from this Earth invasion operation. Even with the most optimistic outlook, it wouldn't be over in three to five months. The thought of invading humanity's birthplace filled him with unease and guilt. He feared that even if he survived, he wouldn't know when. Just

surviving the week-long battle and the Battle of Loom was already a stroke of luck! If he wasn't so lucky, this might be the last time he saw his parents.

The next day, Christian, refreshed, returned to his home colony satellite with unfamiliar soldiers on a transport ship. Would he look handsome in full military uniform? But looking in the mirror, he still had a baby face. He lacked any manly air.

Entering the spaceport didn't seem so bad at first, but sitting on the city tram... the feeling was vastly different. Compared to the recreational and rest facilities in the military, this place was truly a world of pleasure. But it's only been a few months since I left! Yet everything has changed so much.

The once serious and busy citizens now mostly wear a shadow of melancholy on their faces. Just a month ago, I saw slogans on TV celebrating the victory in the Battle of Loum; now they've all been replaced with propaganda for the invasion of Earth.

Seeing peace within their grasp snatched away by the god of war, everyone's sense of loss must be the same as mine!

"The next victory, the Earth campaign."

"Even in a long war, victory will still come to us."

"We need a hero, and that's you. Come! Join the army!"

Looking at these slogans, Christian felt only resentment. To put it bluntly, weren't those people hiding in safe places shouting at them, the soldiers, to their deaths?

It's only been a few months, but why does the closer he gets to home, the stronger his homesickness becomes?

Carrying a military backpack, Christian rang the doorbell. With a flurry of anxious calls, the door opened, revealing his father's face.

"Christian!"

His father's voice was choked with emotion, his face filled with excitement.

"I'm home, Dad!"

"How long will you stay this time?"

Looking at his father's joyful face, Christian felt a pang of reluctance, but… whether he said it or not, he still had to leave tomorrow.

"I have to leave tomorrow!"

"Then let's cherish these few dozen hours together! Come in, come in."

"You've lost weight again! The army food must be terrible!"

"Every time I come back you say I've lost weight. If this continues, I'll just be skin and bones."

"How can a child understand how worried an adult is about you?"

"Madam, look who's back."

The old man shouted with all his might, his voice covering the entire house.

"Don't shout so loudly. I'm not deaf. If you scare me like this a few more times, I'll become deaf even if I'm not deaf."

When the old woman's face appeared, Christian felt a pang of sadness. She really had lost weight, and there were more white hairs on her forehead.

"I'm back." "

Honestly. You always come back like this, running off without a word, never giving us a proper preparation."

Christian's birth was largely thanks to the military, as he served there. His father lost two girlfriends, and his mother broke up with her boyfriend who was in the army because she couldn't stand the loneliness. They dragged their feet, and neither of them had found a partner until they met, married, and had a child. It was already past their forties. If the military hadn't indirectly disrupted his parents' relationships in their youth, he wouldn't have been born.

"I'll go prepare something nice right away. How long can I stay this time?"

"Only until tomorrow!"

His mother looked disappointed upon hearing his father's words, but the expression quickly faded.

"Anyway, I'll be back from the next holiday. Maybe in a month! You haven't had a holiday for two months straight."

"I don't know! Maybe not."

"How could you not know? The army wants to kill people! Every soldier is our mother's darling! They're not machines."

"My unit is going to participate in the Earth invasion operation." At this moment, the mother, who had been talking incessantly, stopped, and Christian looked at their sorrowful expressions.

"How long will this war last..."

"Waaah!"

"Mom..."

Watching his mother walk away with tears in her eyes, Christian felt truly unfilial.

"Sit down!"

The father and son, with a significant age gap, sat down together on the sofa.

"When you volunteered to enlist, although I didn't object, I actually shared the same thoughts as your mother. But even if you didn't volunteer, you would still be drafted, so I thought volunteering would have some benefits. But I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"The invasion of Earth, this is the sin of our Self-Defense Forces! To attack our home planet for our own independence. And now, who knows when we'll see you again."

"I will definitely come back."

Christian answered hastily, but this wasn't a war that could be ended in a few months. Moreover, he himself knew very little about the Self-Defense Forces' decision. He wasn't even sure how many chances he'd have of coming back alive.

"Do you know where we're going to attack? The seasons and temperatures on Earth change drastically, I'll prepare some clothes for you."

"No need! I don't even know where we're going."

"Then prepare a little of everything!"

"No need for that."

"What trouble will that be..."

His father, who had just stood up and turned his back to him, was clearly sobbing, his voice broken and full of sorrow. Christian could only sit awkwardly on the sofa.

"I hate myself, why did I give birth to such an ignorant child like you?"

"Dad..."

For a moment, Christian felt a strong sense of guilt for abandoning his parents. He had always told himself it was for the country and the nation. But in the past two weeks of actual combat, the country and the government were no longer some sacred and great entity.

"Dad was a soldier too. What's so great about being a soldier? Does being a soldier mean you can fight and die whenever you want? Every man in the Self-Defense Forces has been a soldier. You, child, learn nothing else but those warmongering plagues. Country, country, without a country, where is the home! That's politicians' nonsense. I say country, home, country, without a home, where is the country?"

"But even Prince Dejin, his three sons and one daughter all served in the army, didn't they?"

"They were generals in safe places. Would they be the ones to die? It's you lowly soldiers who suffer."

If it were before, Christian would have spouted a whole bunch of reasons. But compared to the four billion people who died at the hands of the Self-Defense Forces, compared to his father's tears, all talk of national and ethnic uniformity was bullshit. If it were a war of self-defense against invasion, it would be different.

When a war for survival breaks out, there are no options. But what is the point of bloodshed for national independence and unification? Unification and division have no real impact on people's lives. Those who pursue such empty political fame are foolish enough to become murderers themselves.

No matter how one tries to disguise it with the guise of serving the country and its people, murder is murder. Killing for personal gain makes one a murderer, while killing for the country makes one a national hero. This is simply because the people are complicit in the war, and thus they glorify the killers who work for them.

"Independence or unity, it's all the same. Nothing compares to you staying with us, husband and wife. Why can't you young people understand? You have no idea how painful it is to lose a loved one. You keep saying you're not afraid of death, but have you ever died? How heartbroken we would be if you died. You unfilial son, you'd be done with it all if you died, but what about us! Have you thought about that?" " I

'm sorry!"

"What's the use of saying that now? I'll pack your clothes. You don't care about your health, but we do. Even a little bit more is fine, as long as it increases your chances of survival, we two old folks will do it for you."

Christian watched his departing father, his thoughts naturally turning to Leopold from his squadron.

Was ignoring war bravery or recklessness? Was it for family and country, or just arrogance? He didn't even understand the most important people around him; he had truly been an idiot.

That evening, the conversation naturally revolved around his parents' concern and care. The topics ranged from the war to life in the military, with occasional mentions of Christian's childhood.

"Eat! Eat!"

was undoubtedly the phrase his mother said most often, as if there was nothing to eat in the army.

"Remember, never lead the charge in battle! Be the first to go, even if you die. But don't just stay at the back either; those who come late are slow, and a retreat will be dangerous. In short, the most important thing is to stay alive."

"That's right! Christian should listen to his father! In short, we don't want you to be promoted. Most importantly, don't get seriously injured, and definitely don't lose your life!"

"I understand, Mother."

"Sigh! I heard there might be a tax increase. The government is constantly urging people to donate money and buy bonds; this war is going to be bad."

"Father, Mother, aren't you betraying your country by saying this? Always putting your own safety first in times of trouble. Do others act like you?"

"Who betrayed the country? Who? Have you even asked each citizen what they think? You unfilial son! Think about it, what's most important! The existence of the nation is to protect us, its citizens. Why do we pay taxes and serve in the military? To fulfill our obligations and earn our rights. What is the army for? To protect us. What is the government for? To serve us.

Those politicians keep talking about the nation, but they're only after their own interests. What's the point of a nation without its people? No matter how good the reasons, whoever uses force first is unjust. Why should we die for that? It's not like the federal government invaded; we have no other reason to sacrifice ourselves."

"You young people take sacrifice too lightly. Do you understand the price and suffering behind such sacrifice?"

"That's what we old folks think. But... everyone else is throwing themselves into the war like madmen. The entire nation is going crazy. Alas! Who knows what the future holds?" "

Your mother doesn't care about anything. As long as you come back alive."

A warm but wrinkled hand held Christian's, looking into his mother's kind eyes. Although he couldn't do as his elders suggested, shirking responsibility and fleeing the battlefield, he absolutely couldn't die so easily.

At the final farewell, his elders treated him like a child, shoving a pile of useless things into his hands. Christian knew it was useless, but he couldn't bear to refuse, so he accepted them all.

"You must come back during the holidays! Write often!"

"I know."

Sitting on the tram, Christian watched his parents' figures grow smaller and smaller. He probably didn't know when he would have the chance to see them again.

Christian also took the time to read the emails Alim had left behind. An even more brutal and protracted war would soon descend upon them again.

"Odessa? I hope they won't attack there. But is this in Europe or North America?" Christian muttered to himself after reading the letter.

After returning to the ship, another big piece of news was that the Imperial Guard had been stationed in Grenada City on the moon. This was to balance the Federation's forces stationed on the moon. It also serves as a space base to defend against a federal counterattack and to secure lunar resources.

Whether this is ultimately beneficial or detrimental, he has no idea! Of course, the Self-Protecting Government is determined to promote all sorts of favorable conditions.

But is dispersing forces like this really a good idea?

For this Earth invasion operation, the Principality of Self-Defense Forces mobilized its entire national and military strength. All its already limited reserves of various supplies were used. More than nine million Self-Defense Force soldiers were directly or indirectly involved in the battle.

Having endured enough of the hardships of training, Christian returned to the USS Babenhausen. Two shuttles for traversing the atmosphere were deployed inside and outside the ship. Supplies not only filled the warehouses, but even the corridors and the officers' and soldiers' quarters were requisitioned. In addition, a regiment of infantry and light tanks were crammed onto the ship, the situation as cramped as a prison.

Christian was somewhat uneasy about this. To avoid breaching the outer walls of the colony satellite, the Self-Defense Forces' heavy weaponry was far inferior to that of the Federation Army. While the Self-Defense Force's light tanks were equivalent to main battle tanks of the old century, their main guns were only 120mm in caliber, unable to penetrate even the armor of the Zaku. However, the Federation's Type 60 tanks could be equipped with twin-mounted 150mm guns.

Furthermore, the Federation's forces far outnumbered the Self-Defense Forces. After landing on Earth, could the mobile suit Zaku still generate the astonishing power it possessed in space?

A statement was subsequently issued announcing the formation of the Earth Attack Force. The entire Steiner Squadron was incorporated into it, and this large army would be assigned to the 18th Armored Division of the 7th Army. The Earth Attack Force, composed of a large number of members drawn from the Strategic Space Force and the National Defense Force, will be the vanguard that determines the fate of the Principality of Self-Defense Forces, and will be sent to Earth.

Apart from a small number of ships from the National Defense Forces, the Self-Defense Forces have mobilized their entire force for this operation. In contrast, the Federation Space Forces remain stationary within the Luna II Fortress.

Is this battle, as the Federation anticipated, a campaign to lure the enemy deep into their territory and exhaust the Self-Defense Forces' strength? Or will it be another great war that propels the Self-Defense Forces toward final victory?

Ships, one after another, composed of clusters of light, gather in orbit around Earth, humanity's home planet.

Within a short period, the Self-Defense Force launched multiple sorties, dispatching mobile combat squadrons to sweep away various military and civilian artificial satellites surrounding the planet. They also released their own artificial satellites to prepare for a full-scale invasion. ****************

... Liz and Yoko exchanged a silent glance. Tonight's farewell might be their last. The scale and intensity of war on Earth might not match that in space, but it would be far more brutal and prolonged. Though they couldn't bring themselves to say it, neither of them had the confidence that they would ever see Christian again. "Miss Yoko, thank you so much for staying with me for so long. If it weren't for Zaku's excellent care, I might have died in battle long ago." "Don't talk nonsense. You're still young! You have a long road ahead of you in life." Christian held Yoko's hand, who was older than him, like an older sister. Her beautiful face showed unease and sadness. "I haven't tormented Christian enough yet! You can't be killed by someone else before I drive you mad." "Lisna, your kind of comfort... is really..." "What! Dare to complain? Anyway, I wish you a series of defeats, but that you always come back alive." Thinking about it, it's a miracle Lisna didn't wish herself to die at the hands of the Federation Army. "Remember your sister's body well! Because Christian won't be able to see it for a while." With a slight blush on her gentle face, Miss Yoko was the first to start taking off her clothes. Seeing Yoko's actions, Lisna wasn't going to be left behind. She quickly tore up all the tissues on her upper body. She grabbed Christian's hand and placed it on her ample breasts, which were so large that they couldn't be covered by a single hand. "Hoo! Rub harder. Today we'll throw away all rational constraints." "You're not usually very rational either. Next time I come back, you'd better wear clothes! Don't wrap yourself in toilet paper again." "I can't wear clothes I've given myself. If you want me to wear something, I'll go to Earth, buy some casual clothes, and come back alive." With a few quick gestures, Lisina had already taken off Yoko's trousers and started working on her socks. She tore up all the toilet paper covering her body. The most alluring part of a woman in this secluded place was rubbing against Christian's thighs. "Hoo..." "My body is starting to feel something!" A blush spread across Lisina's face. Christian's hands roamed over Lisina's body. This voluptuous body might never be seen again. Thinking of this, her actions became wildly passionate. "Ahhh... harder... don't hold back..." "I can't wait until my sister is back to her senses." Finally returning to her celestial body, Yoko pounced on Christian. Her alluring body pressed against Christian's back. Christian's military uniform was stripped off amidst Yoko's gentle undressing and Lisna's rough tearing. In the past month and a half, Christian had to spend his own money to buy several new uniforms. The three bodies intertwined in mid-air in a ring. It began with Yoko seductively caressing her small, tender breasts. Then Christian, thrusting his hips forward, rubbed them while simultaneously sucking and penetrating her flower with his tongue. Next, Christian and Lisna, their penises already inside each other, were engaged in a piston-like motion, one in and one out. Finally, Yoko and Lisna were locked in a deep kiss, one above and one below, forming a lewd cycle. Within this ring of flesh that would ignite uncontrollable lust, the alluring Yoko and the wildly beautiful Lisna exuded glistening droplets of vaginal fluid from their two beautiful vulvas. As the movements intensified, the women's panting and moans grew louder, their juices splattering everywhere. Christian's passionate tongue licked Yoko's smooth, dark labia, the honeyed juices of her lips splattering, his tongue greedily licking and teasing, then moving to her aroused clitoris. This elicited even more beautiful and passionate moans from Yoko. Finally, Yoko trembled with excitement, her beautiful body flushed slightly. In a series of more intense spasms, she released her essence of womanhood onto Christian. Meanwhile, on another front, Christian's penis thrust wildly into Lisna's vagina. The rapid thrusting and withdrawing movements were accompanied by glistening gloomy spurts of vaginal fluid. "Ahhhhh..." Lisna cried out in even greater pleasure, and Christian thrust even faster and harder. Finally, almost simultaneously, burning semen was injected into her vagina. Lisna, enduring this surge of pleasure, also cried out in ecstasy as she reached orgasm, her body gushing forth the richest nectar. After the three were lost in their excitement, the ring disintegrated. The amount of fluid in the air increased dramatically, and after a few minutes, following a brief respite, the three were entangled again. They wouldn't separate until their final parting, remaining trapped in their insatiable pursuit of sexual pleasure. Before them lay a breathtakingly beautiful blue planet. Crystal-clear love fluid splattered on the ship's windows, obscuring this stunning celestial body. How many people since humanity entered space have defiled Earth in this way?

However, tomorrow humanity will defile the Earth in another way, bringing the form of war of blood and fire from the universe to Earth for the first time.

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