Starship Beast ~NOVA~

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Table of Contents
Prologue Children's End
Chapter 1 Naz's Dewy Milk
Chapter 2 Yuka, My Sister's Lips
Chapter 3 Koido & Remi, The Feast of Lustful Milk
Chapter 4 The Stealthily Approaching Figure of the Lustful Beast
Chapter 5 The Beautiful Moans of the Talented Woman—Mary
Chapter 6 Beyond Grief
Epilogue

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Prologue Children's End

Having escaped the long nightmare, Kyle finally awoke. His throat was parched and painful, so dry that he couldn't even cough.

(Where am I?)

There was a transparent dome in front of him, and he could see the exposed pipes and wiring on the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, as if the lights were off.

It took Kyle quite a while to realize that he was sleeping in a sealed, transparent dome, like a "coffin."

Why was this happening? It felt like waking up from a hangover—half-conscious, dizzy, in a bad mood, and even nauseous.

His body was extremely cold, feeling as if he were sleeping in a freezer, which made him very uneasy. Opening his eyes only intensified the unpleasant feeling; he had never woken up so badly.

The nightmare he couldn't remember was also unbearable for Kyle.

He felt short of breath and could no longer endure being trapped in this small, confined space. He raised his hand and placed it on the transparent cover. He didn't know what material the cover was made of; it felt incredibly heavy, and water droplets had condensed on the inside. Kyle pushed hard…

With a "pop," the cover opened to the right like a door, and Kyle propped himself up and looked around.

He was surrounded by darkness and silence.

Next to him were several enclosed beds that looked like coffins; he knew they were devices used for "very low metabolic sleep."

The so-called "ultra-low metabolic sleep" system involves immersing the body in a sealed tank filled with artificial amniotic fluid, temporarily halting the function of the body's organs; it's a high-tech artificial hibernation system.

It dissolves oxygen, nutrients, and various metabolic inhibitors in the blood, circulating them continuously within the body. Computers regulate temperature and water pressure to minimize metabolic activity, halting physical aging for over a decade—an indispensable piece of equipment for medical applications and long-distance space travel.

This knowledge flashed through Kyle's mind naturally, leading him to deduce that this might be a medical center or somewhere on a spaceship. If it was a spaceship, then the outside world would be the boundless universe.

(But why am I here?)

Kyle had no idea, no recollection what he had just dreamt of, or what he was doing before falling asleep. He felt an indescribable unease.

(My name is Kyle, Kyle… Kyle…)

Kyle was startled to find that he could only remember his first name, not his last.

(My parents? My profession? Who am I?)

Aside from his own name, he had absolutely no memory of anything else.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness washed over Kyle. He was terrified that he couldn't recall the people, things, or events around him, as if he had been abandoned and was walking alone on a dark road.

(I want to see someone, anyone!)

He longed to meet someone, to be called "Hey, Kyle!" He hoped someone would know about him.

Without hesitation, Kyle got up from the coffin-like bed.

"Squeak..."

A sharp pain shot through his left wrist. Kyle looked down and saw it was the thick IV needle. He pulled the needle out and got off the bed, pressing on the vein to stop the bleeding while observing the bed he had just been lying on.

Kyle's bed seemed different from the other beds in the room. The other beds were half-buried in the wall, but Kyle's was placed alone in the center of the room, as if it had been brought in later.

(This is a rescue boat...)

Kyle concluded. The so-called rescue boat is an emergency rescue device equipped on the spaceship. Inside its barrel-shaped interior is a rescue communication device and a "pseudo-cryosomal" system.

Unlike the "ultra-low metabolic sleep" system, it only uses anesthesia to put the victim to sleep, preserving their body at extremely low temperatures, but only for a year.

(I remember these things; perhaps I'm a crew member of this spaceship…)

Kyle thought to himself, then immediately shook his head. If he were a crew member, he would have woken up in one of the "ultra-low metabolic sleep" systems lined up against the wall.

(So, I'm a victim from another spaceship?)

Kyle glanced at his reflection in the transparent dome of the rescue boat.

The glass-like dome showed Kyle as a tall, handsome man of about twenty-five, with a slightly neurotic expression and a thoughtful gaze that made him seem like a doctor or scholar.

He was dressed in a typical shirt, khaki pants, and worn-out boots, but his body was covered in countless wounds. Upon closer inspection, some wounds were still clotted with fresh blood, while others had scabbed over, but they were unmistakably fresh.

The wounds didn't hurt, but they caused a severe headache and nausea, likely a side effect of painkillers.

(Anyway, I need to get out of here first.)

Kyle staggered out. The door wasn't locked and opened automatically as he approached.

Outside was a corridor, the walls and floor made of what appeared to be metal plates, with conduits and electrical wiring visible everywhere. The dim lighting cast a pale white glow on Kyle and the corridor.

(Is anyone there? Is anyone home?)

Kyle endured the headache and dry throat, staggering down the corridor. Slowly, he reached a door at the far end, which was also unlocked and easily accessible.

(The launch deck of a small spaceship. Is this really the interior of a spaceship?)

Looking up, he saw two small spaceships mounted on an electromagnetic launch pad.

The room was quite spacious, with a massive launch control port about fifty meters in front of him.

Kyle unconsciously walked towards the launch control port and soon found a staircase leading down, so he went straight down. At the bottom of the short spiral staircase, Kyle heard a voice that sounded like a young girl.

"Alex, did you hear that? I need to transmit the other side's mass and movement patterns to your screen to confirm."

Although the space was quite narrow, it looked like the bridge of a spaceship; more accurately, it should be the operational auxiliary bridge, but Kyle didn't know the details.

"Be careful, understand?"

A sharp, powerful voice came from a young woman; right in front of Kyle stood a woman facing the control panel, her back to him, communicating with someone via radio. In front of her beautiful, upright back was a viewing window, outside which stretched a vast, dark space. He

was indeed in space. In the distance, illuminated by starlight, he could see a huge metal plate floating in space and a machine seemingly trying to retrieve it.

The machine was a mechanical arm mimicking the movement of a human wrist; because it couldn't be closed, the operator, wearing a spacesuit, was visible.

The metal plate was damaged, peeled away, and on the four-square-meter damaged surface, blue and orange lines were visible.

(This is…)

Like a flash of electricity, Kyle's thoughts raced, as if a small fragment of a picture had appeared in his mind—an image.

A spaceport—a civilian spaceship that had left land—its white hull likely sprayed with the same bright blue and orange lines as the floating metal plate before him.

(No…) He muttered unconsciously, his lips dry and cracked.

Hearing this, the woman at the control panel turned around nervously.

"What are you doing here? It'll be a while before you wake up!" The domineering woman jumped up from her chair, demanding an explanation from Kyle.

Her name was Naz, a crew member of the spaceship "Basger."

Naz resembled a capricious yet adorable mother cat, possessing a gentle temperament. She was a rather beautiful girl, probably in her early twenties, her sleeveless, thin suit clinging tightly to her body, perfectly showcasing her youthful figure.

But Kyle didn't care about Naz's provocative posture at all.

(No, no, that's…)

Ignoring Naz's protests, Kyle, like a sleepwalker, walked to the viewing window and pressed it firmly against his eye, staring at a metal plate floating in the darkness.

Fragments of memories were now surging and flowing backward in Kyle's mind.

—Spaceship passengers brutally murdered by unknown ascertainers…bullets fired indiscriminately…

—Then came the “black creature” that crushed humans like toys, advancing relentlessly despite its gunshot wounds…Kyle saw himself, wielding a machine gun and screaming wildly…In an instant, Kyle saw something he shouldn’t have seen: his own face convulsing with fear.

“No! I can’t get close to that thing!” Kyle stared at the image in his mind, shouting.

A bloodied, coerced girl’s face—

a girl who seemed very important to Kyle, bound by tentacles emitting a dim black light—

a creature resembling a mollusk, yet with a deformed human appearance, facing Kyle with a remarkably human-like face—

“What’s wrong!? What are you saying?” Nazuna leaned closer to Kyle, who was breathing heavily, as if to hug him, staring intently at him.

Kyle opened his eyes, pressed his sweat-drenched forehead against the reinforced glass, and mumbled something incomprehensible.

On Kyle's retina, the ugly face of the "black creature" was branded on him, refusing to leave.

"That guy is still alive! Alive in space..." he muttered incessantly, like a dream, until finally collapsing, unable to move.

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Chapter 1 Naz's Dewy Breasts

When Kyle awoke again, he found himself on a soft bed. His tattered clothes had been replaced by clean t-shirts and shorts. He was surrounded by blankets, making it feel like a hospital or school infirmary.

(Ah, the headache and nausea are gone.) But his memory hadn't improved at all; apart from knowing that Kyle was his name, he still couldn't remember anything else.

Since his headache and nausea were gone, and his mind was calmer, Kyle lay there, calmly analyzing his current situation.

(This really does feel like the interior of a spaceship, and I'm a victim. There really was a young woman in what looked like the bridge, and I was definitely there.)

He felt like he remembered "something important"! Something he absolutely couldn't forget! What was it?

He remembered the metal plate floating in space—it must be the hull of the spaceship! But everything he remembered after seeing the metal plate vanished like a descent into an abyss. He felt like he "remembered something," but he just couldn't recall the details.

It was like being unable to recall a dream; Kyle felt anxious.

(Right, that woman from earlier…)

Kyle got up and pulled back the covers, and just then—

"Idiot! What are you doing instead of sleeping?"

Powerful cat eyes, alluring lips, and a provocative outfit that could be described as a bodysuit.

Naz, a crew member of the "Basger" spaceship, glared at Kyle angrily.

"If you fail to awaken, you'll become a gift person forever, you know?" After saying that, she pushed Kyle back onto the bed, forcing him to sleep. Then, without a word, she turned and left the bedside.

Startled by Naz's aggressive aura, Kyle quietly pulled back the covers and peeked into the room. There were two beds, a table and chairs, and a large cabinet filled with what looked like medicine. Kyle was even more certain this was the infirmary.

On the other side of the wall, separated by glass, was a long table that appeared to be an operating table. Kyle suddenly sensed Nazuna approaching. He hurriedly lay back down and covered himself with the sheet.

Nazuna pulled the sheet aside and handed Kyle a cup of cold water.

"Drink slowly!"

Kyle took the cup of cold water. He was a little surprised, looking at the cup and then at Nazuna. Nazuna turned her face away, a little annoyed.

Although he thought, "She probably hates me?" Kyle's expression suggested otherwise. He even felt it was a sign of thoughtfulness and shyness.

"Thank you!" Kyle sincerely said to Nazuna, slowly finishing the water.

"It's delicious!" In an instant, the sweet taste of the water seeped into his lungs, more delicious than any wine, no, any food.

Following Naz's instructions, Kyle slowly drank the glass of water; it was difficult to drink slowly when his throat was so dry, but Kyle controlled himself well.

"This is outrageous! He just woke up from the 'simulated cryosleep' device and is already wandering around!" Naz said with a hopeless expression as she got the second glass of water.

In fact, she was right; because simulated cryosleep is a device that uses drugs and temperature control to induce artificial hibernation, so one must be very careful when waking up.

With the continuous advancement of technology, although cases of failed awakenings used to be quite frequent, they are now rare; typically, numbness in the hands and feet occurs, and in severe cases, various brain disorders and hemiplegia can result.

Long ago, there was a case where tens of thousands of immigrants on the planet Leonaru died due to an engineer's mistake.

Although the current system almost never fails to awaken, this is because one must immediately and quietly rest after waking up; yawning, changing clothes, and eating slowly are common sense.

Because Kyle woke up earlier than the scheduled time, Nazu was quite worried.

"Thank you for your concern!" Kyle said with a smile, and Nazu's cheeks were slightly red, perhaps from shyness. She suddenly turned her face away.

"But, I felt very lonely and helpless at the time, I don't really know why... Haha, I'm sorry you had to see this!" Kyle said, scratching his head sheepishly.

Nazu seemed to be observing Kyle closely. Her cat-like eyes were fixed on Kyle's profile, and it was unclear what she was thinking. Suddenly, Nazu laughed: "I'm not laughing at you, it's just that when you woke up, there was no one around, so naturally you felt scared." She said gently. Nazu

probably understood the helplessness of waking up from a low-metabolic sleep device, and therefore felt a sense of sympathy and affection for Kyle, who honestly spoke of his loneliness; instantly, her expression changed, radiating warmth.

Kyle, who had lost his memory, seemed unaware of Nazu's change in attitude, and he continued to smile bitterly.

"Now I know how lonely it is to lose your memory!"

Naz's expression changed slightly after hearing Kyle's words.

"What... what happened?"

"Well, I've lost my memory. I can't remember anything except my own name..." Kyle smiled at Naz, who was frowning beside him.

"Right, I think my name is Kyle, but I can't remember my last name."

"Oh no, I'd better have Mary check!" Naz hurriedly tried to leave Kyle's side.

"Please wait a moment!" Kyle called out to Naz.

Naz turned around in surprise.

(Oh no, what did I say?)

Suppressing his regret, Kyle crossed his arms and lowered his head; he felt a little guilty after learning that Naz had gone to great lengths for him.

Seeing Kyle's expression, Naz easily understood his subtle emotions. Naz smiled and sat down next to Kyle with a "thud."

"I'll stay here until you calm down."

Kyle heard this sweet, whispered voice, and his face flushed with panic.

"My name is Naz," Naz introduced herself with a carefree smile.

Naz Widvas, twenty-four years old, was a crew member on the planetary cargo ship "Basger," primarily responsible for managing cargo loading and unloading.

The "Basger" was a massive spaceship, 1,200 meters long and weighing 20,000 tons; its main structure was a ring-shaped nuclear fusion propulsion system, equipped with a secondary space magnetic field expander, a simulated power generator, and other systems.

This spaceship belonged to IEP, a large interstellar corporation based on Earth, and Naz was an IEP employee.

IEP was an electrical machinery manufacturer. From small electrical appliances to large military spaceships, everything was manufactured and sold in-house; they even used their own spaceships to transport passengers—a truly massive corporation.

"We are currently in orbit around the satellite of the colony planet 'Fifth Planet'."

Fifth Planet is about ten light-years from Earth, belonging to the Ipsos system in the constellation Eritans. Its environment is very similar to Earth's, and it became a new world for immigrants decades ago.

Even at ten light-years away, it would take about a year to reach it using the most advanced spacecraft in the "subspace magnetic field expansion system" created based on the theory of magnetic field relativity. Human technology has advanced to such an extent in this era.

"The mission was changed just before we arrived to collect precious metals and recover the malfunctioning spacecraft; so..."

She meant that they therefore took in Kyle from the rescue boat.

Naz and her team's usual mission was to transport mineral resources between Earth and the colony planets, but this mission was temporarily changed to recovering a space shuttle manufactured by the company that had been damaged in satellite orbit due to an unknown accident.

The machine that connects the planet and space is called a space shuttle. In order to break through the atmosphere, it has wings and uses jet engines to leave the land like a regular commercial airliner. After reaching the stratosphere, it switches to rocket engines to enter space.

It is used as a relay agent for liaison ships or transport ships traveling between planets from space stations.

Space shuttle and planetary liaison ship operations are privately managed under the supervision of the planetary autonomous government; on Planet Five, IEP is the sole operator.

IEP provides substantial economic support to the planetary autonomous government annually, reflecting the interdependent relationship between the planetary autonomous body and the corporation; therefore, all transportation on Planet Five is operated and managed by IEP.

Needless to say, the spaceship Kyle was on was also manufactured by IEP and owned by an airline under the IEP banner.

The spaceship's destination was the interplanetary liaison ship's terminal. It exploded suddenly near the stratosphere after departing from land, forty hours ago.

"Anyway, it seems the engine exploded, but do you remember anything?"

"I'm sorry, I can't remember anything!"

As a recovery worker, although she had many questions, Naz was understanding of Kyle's current situation and didn't press further.

"I can't remember anything! Nothing..." Kyle covered his pale face with his hands, repeating the same words over and over again, almost like a groan.

(What happened? Who am I? What am I doing?)

Kyle desperately suppressed the urge to scream, his trembling hands unconsciously clutching his shaking shoulders.

"Kyle..."

Seeing Kyle's helpless trembling, Naz's chest suddenly tightened. She had never seen a grown man show such unease. Naz stared at Kyle's face, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Kyle sensed Naz's emotions to some extent. Their eyes met, and Kyle hurriedly looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I was really awful! Really!" Kyle said softly, avoiding Naz's eyes, as if he felt it was shameful to lose his composure in front of a strange woman, and also a loss of masculine dignity; although his expression was somewhat pale due to his nervousness, it was still full of masculinity.

Naz shook her head and quietly approached Kyle.

"It wouldn't be outrageous!" she muttered, resting her head on Kyle's shoulder.

Although Naz's body heat warmed him, Kyle's eyes remained filled with confusion. Then, Naz's lips pressed against his wrist. Her beautiful lips moved slightly against Kyle's wrist, the soft and provocative sensation sending a jolt of electricity through him. Kyle looked at Naz with bewildered eyes.

Naz gave Kyle a devilish smile and murmured, "I'll give you warmth..."

Naz leaned closer like a cat, wrapping her arms around Kyle's shoulders and holding him tightly.

(So warm...)

Kyle felt a sense of nostalgia in Naz's touch. He felt no awkwardness with physical intimacy, even though he couldn't be sure if there were any women he liked in his lost memories—

perhaps it was the unchanging principle of attraction between opposite sexes—Kyle began to react to Naz's embrace.

"Naizu!"

The moment their eyes met, before anyone knew who closed their eyes first, their lips met.

"Mmm..." Kyle lightly pecked at her tender, fruit-like lips, slowly slipping his tongue inside. Nazja began to react to the increasingly passionate kisses; her body swelled with heat, her firm, youthful skin turning a pale cherry-red with excitement.

"Nazja!" Kyle hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear with the fervor of a lover in the throes of passion.

"Mmm..." Nazja gasped as her lips touched her fair neck, her alluring body trembling slightly. Kyle began kissing her from her neck, slowly moving towards her bare shoulders, his caressing lips gently tracing her skin.

Then, Kyle's hands, through the thin fabric, gently stroked Nazja's smooth thighs. Kyle's hands gradually moved downwards.

"Ah!" Every time Kyle's lips and fingers moved, Nazja sensitively writhed, her two ripe nipples, encased in the thin fabric, swaying incessantly as if responding to pleasure.

Naz's enormous breasts swayed seductively, their firm, firm shape incredibly alluring.

"Such sexy breasts!" Kyle murmured, his lips brushing against Naz's earlobe.

Naz's body trembled, her fiery eyes fixed on Kyle.

"Then touch my sexy breasts."

Kyle greedily kissed her tempting lips, one hand climbing up her alluring peaks, cupping her enormous breasts in his palm as if to scoop them up.

"Ah—" Naz let out a sweet cry.

Kyle continued his deep kiss, gently combing her smooth, long hair and lightly kneading the ripe fruit in his hand.

(Wow! So firm, so bouncy!)

Kyle gazed at her large yet unyielding breasts, lost in thought, women are truly incredible creatures; as he thought this, Kyle tightened his grip on her breasts.

"Ah, so good! Again..." The words that flowed from her wet lips were broken by her panting breaths, and with the rising pleasure, the breasts in Kyle's hands swelled to more than twice their normal size.

Kyle grasped the unnaturally swollen breasts with both hands from the front and rubbed them back and forth with a little force.

"Ah! Hmm..." Naz's breasts were being roughly rubbed, but although she twisted her body, the sounds she made seemed to be more pleasurable than painful.

Watching her breasts suddenly shake, the areolas, like inverted porcelain cups, became even more alluring and provocative under the thin fabric.

"Please, touch my body." Naz moaned softly as her swollen breasts were rubbed.

Kyle gently nibbled on her earlobe and began to pull down, releasing the restraints on Naz's chest, and her full breasts bounced out like balls. In the center of her firm, erect areola, a nipple, like a small bean, suddenly protruded forward. Kyle's fingertips were still immersed in the pink areola.

"Mmm..." The sensitive areola was stimulated, and Naz's whole body trembled slightly.

"Naz's breasts are really sexy!" Kyle murmured with a smile, caressing the areola with his fingertips as if tracing a picture.

"Silly girl, don't rush!" Naz spoke in a very gentle tone, like talking to a naughty child, while searching for Kyle's lips.

Kyle hungrily and fiercely sucked on Naz's lips, his hands grasping and squeezing her large, cone-shaped breasts.

"Mmm...mmm..." Naz's lips were greedily stirred, her sensitive nipples were played with, and she could no longer help but moan.

After a long kiss, Kyle kneaded her oversized breasts with one hand, while his tongue quickly licked the tip of her other breast.

"Ah..."

Kyle encircled Naz's waist, who was making a sweet sound and trying to dodge, his tongue licking the pink nipple with relish, sucking hard.

"Ah..." Naz twisted her body in distress, tightly holding Kyle's head buried in her breasts; he began to gently nibble at the nipple hidden in the pink areola with his teeth.

The bean-shaped nipple swelled up with a "glug," standing erect like ripe grass.

With a "plop," Kyle pulled his mouth away from the nipple, gazing at the breast, areola, and nipple, the beautiful breasts that resembled a three-layered space shuttle structure. He smiled and said, "What beautiful breasts!" He tightly grasped the nipple that had popped out of the areola and twisted it forcefully.

"Hmm, ah, again!"

"Again? What do you want?" Kyle subtly manipulated the strength of his caresses on the nipple, saying with a hint of malice.

"Harder! More roughly!"

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, ouch!" Naz's nipple was suddenly sucked, and her other breast began to be roughly rubbed, causing her to cry out in pain.

Kyle's hands mercilessly ravaged her large, beautiful breasts. Naz screamed repeatedly, a mixture of painful pleasure causing her body to tremble slightly.

Seeing Naz sigh and show a sad expression, Kyle slowly reduced his pressure, gently biting her nipple and rubbing her breasts alternately with both hands.

The two of them entangled and fell onto the bed, beginning to undress each other. Before long, they were completely naked, like a pair of wild animals craving each other.

The wanton cleft between Naz's thighs, overflowing with sticky honey under the full caress of her breasts, had her labia slightly parted; Kyle caressed the flesh walls exposed from the cleft with his fingers, and soon, the entrance to her honeypot began to stir with desire, overflowing with wet love juice.

Kyle held out his fingers, glistening with clear love juice, to Naz's face.

"You're soaking wet!"

"Ugh! I'm so sorry!" Naz's words were cut short as she suddenly shuddered, arching her back and breathing heavily.

Kyle's tongue was already tracing the folds of her mons pubis; with each movement, her labia parted further, revealing the bright red mucous membrane, as if yearning for something.

Kyle then used his fingers to part her labia, which had opened to welcome him, revealing hot nectar clinging to the walls of her flesh, dripping down.

Kyle licked the mucous membrane upwards, and Naz let out a hissing sound as her lower body began to tremble. To suppress her trembling, Kyle probed even deeper with his tongue.

"Oh! Oh!" Nazha bit her fingers, suppressing the rising pleasure. With every movement of Kyle's tongue, her back arched. Even lying on her back, her enormous breasts remained perfectly still, bouncing continuously.

"Ah, um, I can't take it anymore..." Nazha gasped and moaned.

Kyle stopped licking her vulva and instead gently kissed the fully swollen, pink nipple peeking out from the inner walls.

"Yo!" A wave of electric pleasure surged through Nazha's nerves. Too intense, Nazha couldn't help but twist her body, trying to escape.

Kyle held Nazha's thighs, preventing her escape; he continued to lick the cherry-like clitoris rapidly with the tip of his tongue, then held it in his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around it.

"Ah! Ah..." Nazha convulsed, welcoming her first orgasm. Although there was no penetration, vaginal fluid continuously overflowed from deep within her vagina, and her clitoris seemed to ache with excitement.

Kyle gently kissed Naz's trembling lips, still wet with ecstasy, and stroked her hair.

"So cute!"

"Kyle!"

Each time she called his name, her affection grew stronger. Naz kept calling out to this man who had been a stranger just minutes before.

"It's my turn now!" Naz smiled mischievously, pulling Kyle down and burying her head between his thighs.

"Ugh..." Kyle couldn't help but groan. The feeling of his tongue entwining with his penis was unbearable. Naz was gently tickling him with her lips, licking his urethra with the tip of her tongue, and even caressing his scrotum. Her lips and tongue were serving Kyle wholeheartedly.

He had always thought of Naz as a strong and assertive woman, but now, seeing her serving him so attentively, Kyle's cold heart warmed. He gently stroked Naz's hair, which was engrossed in his penis.

"Naz, that's good!" Kyle felt a surge of pleasure and quickly pulled his penis out of Naz's mouth.

"It's not bad to ejaculate in her mouth!" Naz said, but Kyle just smiled ambiguously.

"I'm going to put it in now!"

"I like it from behind!"

Kyle responded, placing his hands on Naz's waist, who was automatically kneeling down and asking to be entered from behind. He pressed the tip of his penis against her hot and wet secret place, took a breath, and thrust forward.

"Ah!" Naz's back arched, letting out a soft moan. The wetness of her vulva echoed with the lewd sounds of penetration, as the penis was completely swallowed.

Naz's body heat excited Kyle; the union of man and woman made one feel intimate with another.

"So good! So comfortable!"

Naz's interior was filled with the penis, her whole body radiating a vibrating fullness; the sensation of the swollen penis pushing against her vaginal walls and thrusting deeper was truly exhilarating. The long, large penis was completely swallowed, its head rapidly stimulating the entrance to her uterus.

"Mmm, ah, here..." Naz moaned seductively, and Kyle thrust into her without hesitation.

"Oh!" Kyle slammed in, and with each thrust, Naz twisted her body, letting out a beautiful cry.

Naz's interior was as hot as molten iron, filled with nectar; with each movement of her hips, her pale pink flesh contracted, her excited clitoris trembling.

"Mmm, ah, it feels so good!" Nazja moaned continuously, her breasts swaying with each thrust. Kyle couldn't resist the sight of her shimmering breasts, so he grabbed her enormous breasts firmly from behind. "

Hmph! Ah..." Kyle's penis temporarily stopped thrusting, his hands mercilessly gripping her breasts. Although it hurt, Nazja still let out sweet gasps, her hair disheveled as she moaned softly. "So

good! So good! Use more force with your breasts!"

Following Nazja's passionate instructions, Kyle fully kneaded her alluring, swollen breasts, his fingertips gripping the erect tips as if trying to pluck them off.

"Ah-ha!" Nazja leaned back in ecstasy, letting out a shout. In that instant, the cherry-like nipple in Kyle's hand trembled; then—

sizzle—Kyle's hand was overflowing with hot, scalding liquid.

Kyle looked at his palm in surprise; the warm, milky-white liquid dripped down smoothly.

"Whenever I get excited, milk leaks out. It's not because I'm pregnant, it's just my constitution," Naz said with a smile.

Having the ability to breastfeed without being pregnant is quite rare, but Kyle knew of women with this constitution; he considered it a miracle.

"Don't you like women like this?"

"How could I not? It's amazing—" Kyle grabbed her nipple again, gripping it tightly.

"Mmm, ah!" Milk seeped from the swollen areola.

"Mmm, suckle!" Naz said coquettishly. Kyle responded, lifting her breast and taking the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola, feeling the rich milky aroma fill his mouth.

"Oh, suckle! Suckle

!" He rubbed her breast, making sounds as he sucked, feeling the areola swell with an unknown sensation, and hot milk flowed into his mouth.

"The feeling of being sucked is so good!" Kyle sucked on her breasts while thrusting, the posture resembling the mating of some insects, though unseemly, didn't diminish the pleasure. Nazja began to breathe heavily, her breasts, firmly grasped, dripping milk as she approached her climax.

"Ah, no! I'm going to come!"

His penis was completely engulfed, Nazja's inner walls spasmed, the folds of flesh surrounding his shaft clenching, bringing Kyle to orgasm as well.

"Gurgle!" Kyle groaned as his penis was suddenly tightened, involuntarily squeezing his swollen breasts.

"Mmm, shoot inside me!" Nazja cried out, Kyle's fingers clamping down, her raised breasts releasing a torrent of milk.

Simultaneously, Kyle released a torrent of hot fluid inside Nazja, kneading her honey-scented breasts as he ejaculated his semen without restraint.

"Mmm..."

The two breathed contentedly as they lay down on the bed. Still lingering in their embrace, they kissed passionately. As Kyle withdrew his penis and wiped Nazu's vulva with a tissue, she suddenly chuckled.

"You were so good!" Nazu murmured, kissing his cheek.

A little while later, Nazu put on her underwear and asked Kyle, who was wearing a t-shirt,

"When you went to the bridge for work on the ship's hull and saw the fragments of the spaceship's outer shell, why were you so heartbroken?"

"Hmm..."

Actually, Kyle didn't understand why he felt that way either; indeed, as Nazu said, it really was a malfunctioning spaceship hull. Why did he feel so anxious upon seeing it?

"I'm not entirely sure, but maybe that malfunctioning spaceship is related to my lost memories!"

Seeing Kyle's back as he stared thoughtfully at the corner of the ceiling, Nazu felt a pang of regret. Why had she asked such a question?

"Oh, right, the people who were rescued with you might know!" Nazko suddenly brightened up again. She exclaimed, climbing onto the bed like a cat and clinging to Kyle.

"Besides me, are there other survivors?"

"Yes!" Nazko smiled at the surprised Kyle and nodded energetically.

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Chapter Two: Yuka. Her Sister's Lips

The Basger spaceship had prepared a living room for the crew's comfort; at the far end of the floor, there were sofas, tables, etc., which were used for meetings, so it was called the meeting room.

There were six people, men and women, gathered there. The Basger's astronauts sat on the sofa around Kyle.

"I am Greg."

This middle-aged man, who didn't even extend his hand in a brief self-introduction, was the captain of the Basger; he had a beard, didn't talk much to anyone, wore a neat uniform, and appeared quite upright and dignified. Moreover, his taciturn nature made Kyle feel very stable.

"I'm Koido, nice to meet you!" The woman

who greeted Kyle with a warm smile was a top-notch female aviation officer, also serving as the first mate. She was about twenty-five years old, poised and elegant, exuding a mature charm. Most striking of all were her enormous breasts, which left everyone who saw her in awe.

"This is Alex, from the same transport department as me; this is Remi, don't underestimate her, she's a mechanical engineer!"

Naz introduced her colleagues one by one.

The young man named Alex, around twenty years old, slowly raised his hand and gave a forced smile. He had a somewhat neurotic look in his eyes and was quite tall, with a physique as agile as a gymnast.

The girl named Remy looked like a high school student, probably also around twenty. She had a baby face and short hair like a boy; her round eyes sparkled, and her smile was carefree. She was the kind of girl you'd want to pat on the head, completely unlike a nuclear fusion mechanical engineer.

"There's also a woman named Mary, but she always locks herself in her room, I wonder what she's researching?"

Naz's voice and expression clearly showed her disgust; to Naz, Mary was probably an annoying woman.

Upon asking, she learned that Mary had originally set sail for the Fifth Planet according to the head office's instructions, but due to the change in the mission of the Basger, she was also given a standby order and would not land on the Fifth Planet.

After the astronauts finished introducing themselves, the first mate, Koido, began to explain.

"The Basger, normally responsible for cargo transport, received a last-minute order from the company to recover a spaceship mysteriously destroyed in an explosion. They found the wreckage floating in satellite orbit, with only two survivors." "

And what about the other passengers?"

"Only two of the rescue boats are operational; the others show no signs of use!"

Federal law requires spaceships to have an equal number of rescue boats as passengers, but the boats intended for the other passengers were completely unused.

Logically, there should have been ample time between the accident and the explosion. Why were only Kyle and one other passenger rescued in a boat?

"Although we found some bodies, but…"

"Alex! The structural disintegration isn't complete yet. You should go back to work!" Captain Greg interrupted Alex, as if implying he should keep quiet.

Alex snorted, gave a sarcastic smile, said goodbye to Kyle, and left.

"Well then, I'll head back to the power room too!"

Engineer Remy said, stepping lightly out of the room; she had spent almost the entire day in the power room testing for minor information errors that occurred during long-term autonomous flight.

In the conference room, besides Kyle, only Greg, Koido, and Nancy remained, and they fell into an awkward silence.

"Excuse me, how is the other survivor?"

Koido glanced at her superior's face, gave a slightly stiff smile, and answered Kyle.

"Only minor abrasions, and his rehabilitation after waking up went very smoothly; he's practically in good health. It's just that his memory seems a little confused..."

Koido finished speaking, staring at Kyle; of course, Koido already knew about Kyle's amnesia from Nancy's report, and her direct and nonchalant statement was probably to observe Kyle's reaction.

Kyle, though somewhat surprised, was still grateful for Koido's frankness and requested a meeting with the other survivor.

As before, Koido first observed the captain's expression before saying, "Okay, I'll take you there. The other survivor seems to be an eighteen-year-old girl named Yuka Ray Burch."

Ness gave Kyle a wink and returned to her post, while Captain Greg silently headed towards the command platform.

Kyle was led by Koido towards Yuka's room. At that moment, the door to their right opened, revealing a woman wearing glasses.

"Is he the male survivor?"

the woman asked, adjusting her glasses. She was an intelligent beauty, perfectly fitting the description of a "talented woman"; a slender figure, wearing a high-quality two-piece suit, her legs slender and beautiful in stockings.

Kyle sensed that the woman before him must be the woman named Mary that Ness had mentioned. Koido nodded to her, and Mary smiled charmingly, introducing herself in a very sexy voice: "I'm the medical director, Mary Anxelli. Just call me Mary."

Kyle quickly grasped her outstretched hand. "Please call me Kyle, but I haven't remembered my last name yet."

"Oh! She, Yuka, also has memory problems, but..." Mary rested her chin on her right hand, seemingly deep in thought.

"Never mind! Come to my room later, I want to check you out." Mary said lightly, turning and going back to her room before Kyle could reply, completely ignoring Kyle's reaction.

(Now I understand why Naz dislikes her!) Kyle smiled wryly, glancing at Koido, who also looked troubled.

"Please continue inside."

Urged by Koido, Kyle stepped through the open automatic door; the astronaut's room wasn't very large, but besides the bed, it was fully equipped with a toilet, shower, and washroom. Upon

entering the room, she saw a large bed, with a young girl sitting alone and helplessly on the corner. She was probably around sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin, a straight nose, and was quite beautiful, although her eyes were slightly droopy, which was part of her charm.

She had very beautiful, long, flaxen hair, tied in a braid at the back with a small bow at the end, making her look like a pitiful, wealthy young lady.

The girl noticed the two had entered the room and turned her gaze to the doorway. When she saw Kyle—

"Brother!" The girl's eyes widened, and she murmured in a trembling voice.

That pitiful mouth actually uttered the word "brother," and Kyle froze, unable to move.

(What's going on?) Kyle turned to look at Koido, but she had an expression that said, "I want to be like you too."

Kyle turned his gaze back and saw that the girl's open eyes were filled with tears, which streamed down her cheeks.

"Brother!" The girl, Yuka, her adorable face crumpled up as she ran towards Kyle, crying, and pressed her face against Kyle's chest, who was filled with questions and completely stiff.

"Brother! Brother!" The mysterious girl, Yuka, clung tightly to Kyle.

Kyle gently patted the girl's back, looking at Koido with a puzzled expression. Koido was equally bewildered. After understanding Kyle's confusion, she tried calling out to Yuka.

"Um, Yuka!" "

?" Yuka looked up at Koido, tears streaming down her face.

"He's lost his memory. He can't remember anything except his name."

Yuka looked at Kyle in panic. "Is it true?"

"Ah, yes, so I wanted to ask you, since you call me brother, are we siblings?"

Yuka hugged Kyle tightly, who was halfway through his sentence, and buried her face in his chest, bursting into tears. This time, however, she said, "Brother! You're so pitiful!" "

Yuka seems to have mixed memories of what happened before and after the spaceship ride. She can't remember why she had to ride the spaceship?" Koido whispered in Kyle's ear, "Especially when asked about family matters, she was very resistant. So I was quite surprised that she called you brother!"

Hearing this, Kyle was also unsure whether he was really this girl's brother. It just felt like he was coaxing his crying sister—

Just then, the terminal embedded in the wall rang. Koido picked up the receiver.

"The captain is calling. I have to go. I think if you two talk, you might remember more. If you need anything, please call the bridge." After teaching Kyle how to use the terminal, Koido left the room.

Yuka held Kyle's chest the entire time.

"Shall we sit down?"

"Mmm!"

Perhaps exhausted from crying, Yuka obediently lifted her face from Kyle's chest. The two sat on the bed. Kyle tried to move away, but Yuka remained close to him.

(Is she his sister?) Kyle thought, gently patting the girl beside him. He felt it was natural for them to be snuggled together like this. Just

then, a melodious tinkling sound came from beside the bed. Looking down, he saw a solitary, cube-shaped box. It sounded like a miniature concert, the sound clear, bright, and beautiful—a rare type of analog music box these days; it produced sound by striking a short needle on a rotating wheel, and now, a classical melody was emanating intermittently from the box.

"This is all the luggage we have!" The girl smiled, staring at the music box lying flat in her hands.

When had he seen that smiling face before? The melody seemed familiar—

in an instant, Kyle felt an unseen hand open the window of his memory.

"Yuka!" Kyle called out the name effortlessly, and then, like a torrent, images, sounds, and fragments of lost memories swirled in his mind.

Yuka frying eggs in the kitchen where the sun slanted in; him saying good morning to his sister in her high school uniform, her hands deftly working; the girl hugging him affectionately, showering him with kisses on the cheek—

the happy days at the lakeside inn during summer vacation; Christmas celebrated with turkey cake and fine white wine—

(Yes, Yuka! My sister who isn't related to me by blood!)

A sister nine years my junior, not related by blood, and the life we shared; what brought back Kyle's warm memories was the spinning of that old music box.

"Brother?"

"Yuka!" Kyle smiled gently and hugged his sister.

"Sorry, I remember now!"

"Brother!"

Yuka cupped Kyle's face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss. This sweet feeling stirred up a complex mix of emotions in Kyle towards her; because of Yuka's innocence, it sometimes aroused Kyle's "masculinity" to the point of being unbearable. Yuka

probably didn't know that they were siblings without blood ties, right?

(Yes, my name is Kyle Wayne Burch. My parents died in an accident when I was twelve, and I was then raised by my adoptive father.)

Kyle recalled his first visit to his adoptive father's house; it seemed like a hazy sunset that day, and his adoptive father greeted him with a warm smile, while a smiling little girl clung tightly to his feet. Yuka was three years old then.

"From today onwards, Kyle is your older brother!" Hearing her father say this, little Yuka happily kept calling out, "Brother! Brother!"

In fact, even now, Yuka still believes Kyle is her biological brother. Because her adoptive father saw that Yuka and Kyle got along very well, he felt it was better not to tell Yuka the truth, and Kyle, now in high school, agreed.

However, it now seems that Kyle feels it's best to keep their distance, because Yuka is too clingy, which makes Kyle, as her adoptive brother, feel conflicted. Of course, Kyle loves Yuka very much, but when the girl so unguardedly presses her body against him, Kyle feels he's about to lose control.

The feeling of loving one's sister as a brother is completely different from the feeling of a man touching a woman's body. Yuka, of course, doesn't understand Kyle's dilemma. She doesn't really pay attention to boys her age, and always seeks her brother's help whenever something happens.

"Are you really thinking about Yuka?"

"Ah, I've thought about so many things about Yuka, and things related to Yuka." Kyle replied with a smile to his sister, whose eyes were full of adoration.

Incredibly, once the name Yuka came to mind, other things also flooded back to him one after another.

"So, do you remember Yuka's birthday?"

"September 6th."

"Wow, you got it right! So, what birthday present did Yuka give you last year for your brother's birthday?"

"A tie! It was quite unique!"

"Wow, I'm so happy, you remember everything!"

"But, do you remember anything else?"

Although Kyle had remembered most of Yuka's memories, he couldn't say he had fully recovered them, because he couldn't even remember what his adoptive father, who had taken him in and cared for him, looked like. This made him very uneasy.

"Oh right, Yuka! What does Daddy look like? He came with us on the spaceship!"

Before Kyle could finish speaking, Yuka's smile suddenly froze.

"Yuka?"

He hadn't expected Yuka to suddenly fall silent, so he didn't know how to react. He stared at Yuka's face.

"We... on the spaceship..." Suddenly, as if she had heard a loud noise, the girl covered her head and plugged her ears.

"Yuka! Yuka!?"

"No!" Yuka screamed wildly, her hands still covering her ears, clinging desperately to Kyle as if under duress.

"What's wrong? Yuka... Yuka..." Kyle held her trembling shoulders, speaking gently as if coaxing a child.

"Brother, it's so scary!"

"Scary? What's scary?"

"A black monster, it's going to... Ah!"

Kyle pressed the screaming Yuka onto the bed, repeatedly telling her, "It's okay! It's okay!"

(A black monster... what's going on? Could it be related to the spaceship crash?) Regardless, this was the first time he'd seen Yuka so frantic.

"Daddy... Daddy..."

"Okay, Yuka, stop thinking about it!" Kyle hugged his sister tightly, who was screaming and crying in a frenzy, like a child having a nightmare.

Under Kyle's constant gentle caresses, Yuka finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry! I think I remembered something really scary!"

"Okay, now your brother is here with you."

Yuka's eyes were filled with tears, sparkling like jewels.

Kyle looked at his sister, whose eyes were slightly downturned, and a feeling of tenderness welled up in his chest.

Although he didn't have the memory to protect this girl, for him, who had developed ambiguous feelings for her, protecting her might be the only reason for his existence.

No; wait a minute, there seems to be something important that "cannot be ignored."

Kyle was a little confused, feeling like there was a knot deep in his heart. Could he have forgotten something important? That was a psychological state unique to people who have lost their memories.

Kyle gently patted Yuka's back, suppressing a certain restless desire in his heart.

"Brother?"

Yuka probably sensed her brother's unease, and she looked at Kyle's face with concern.

"It's nothing... but you, are you alright now?"

Kyle hurriedly propped himself up, wanting to leave his sister's side, but Yuka's delicate white hands wrapped tightly around Kyle's neck.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Yuka murmured sweetly, leaning closer to Kyle.

"Mmm, give me a kiss!"

In Western culture, this phrase isn't considered dangerous or provocative. Kyle and Yuka both grew up in families where "morning kisses" and "goodnight kisses" were commonplace, so Kyle shouldn't be so flustered. However… even though he was only kissing his sister's soft cheek, he still had to suppress his impulse.

"No, not there!" Yuka puffed out her cheeks, her childishly willful expression fixed on Kyle's pounding heart. Then, she pointed to her pink lips with her index finger.

"I want to kiss here."

"Oh…" Kyle felt his whole body stiffen, his mind going blank.

(Come to think of it…) Kyle suddenly remembered many of his sister's provocative words and actions. For example, swaying around wrapped in a towel after a bath; showing Kyle her new swimsuit; hugging him without a bra, etc. These everyday temptations were like a living hell for the honest Kyle.

"That...that's not what siblings should do." After what seemed like an eternity, Kyle regained his senses and said, turning his head away to feign a cough, deliberately avoiding looking at her pink lips.

Yuka didn't seem to object to her brother's moral principles, but she quickly expressed her true feelings through action.

"Yu..."

Yuka wrapped her arms around Kyle's neck as he tried to speak. *Pop*—A quick kiss on her soft lips. A few seconds later, Yuka's lips parted, and she hugged the stiff Kyle, staring at him with a mischievous look, sticking out her tongue.

"Yuka!" Kyle called his sister's name tremblingly, stopping Yuka's half-finished action, forcefully breaking free from her slender arms.

Yuka was shocked by Kyle's intense reaction, propping herself up on the bed and staring at him.

"Yuka...Yuka...we are..." Kyle lowered his head, murmuring as if his tongue was tied in knots.

Seeing Kyle like this, Yuka's eyes instantly filled with tears, which quickly streamed down her face.

"I know!"

Kyle heard Yuka's trembling voice, turned around, and saw his tear-streaked sister. He couldn't help but sigh.

Even with tears in her eyes, Yuka forced a smile. Clearly, she wanted to say it directly, but the secret locked in her heart was so heavy that even her voice trembled.

"We're not blood siblings, I know!"

These words struck Kyle like a bolt from the blue. (How could he know?) Kyle cried out in shock, staring wide-eyed at his sister.

"Brother is so silly! He could have just gone to the city hall to investigate and found out immediately, couldn't he?" Yuka tried to sound casual, but she failed. Unable to hold back her tears, she sobbed and collapsed onto the bed, wailing.

"Yuka…" Kyle was at a loss for words.

When exactly had Yuka known? How did she view her father, who had always concealed the truth, and herself each day?

"You need to understand, it's all for your own good..." Kyle whispered, reaching out to touch her slightly trembling flaxen hair.

Yuka stopped sobbing, grasping her brother's outstretched hand firmly. She raised her head slightly, her tear-stained cheek close to Kyle's palm, rubbing it against his.

"I know, but..." Yuka lowered her eyes in pain, but only for a moment before lifting her face, staring into Kyle's eyes.

"I think it's so good that my brother and I aren't blood-related!" As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Kyle was completely at a loss for words, simply staring blankly at the words flowing from those pink lips.

"I love it! Even until I die, I will still love my brother."

In normal times, societal moral values formed an invisible shackle, tightly binding the brother and sister. But now, with Kyle's amnesia and Yuka's extreme neuroticism, that shackle had become fragile.

(Yuka looked at me like that…)

Kyle couldn't bear such a painfully loving gaze; as an older brother, he had to do his best to maintain a normal relationship with his sister, but for Kyle, who had lost his memory, his relationship with Yuka was shrouded in confusion about whether they were siblings.

"Brother, you like Yuka too, don't you!"

"You're so cunning!"

Yuka said like a child, "I hate you! I hate you!" and grabbed Kyle's body tightly.

"I've had enough of deceiving myself and living with you as your sister!"

His sister cried against his chest, her thin shoulders trembling. Kyle looked at her flushed neck, and a surge of passion welled up inside him.

"I can't stand seeing other people with my brother!"

With tears, all the secrets sealed in Yuka's small chest burst forth.

Kyle had never brought a girl home, and instead felt that Yuka's feelings for him were growing increasingly distant; for Kyle, who had once lost his family, it was better to confide in other women than to ruin his relationship with his beloved sister.

But now it seems that for a sentimental girl, it would cause considerable harm no matter who the man she likes dates! Although he sought other women's bodies to end this twisted love, but—

"Do you hate Yuka?" Yuka pressed her tear-stained cheek against Kyle's and asked.

"How could that be?" Kyle couldn't help but exclaim, revealing his true feelings.

"Really?"

"Ah, it's true!"

"If it's true, then please hug Yuka." The girl's murmured breath gently caressed Kyle's ear.

Kyle felt a slight tremor in his heart; once his pretense of emotion was exposed, it was like a volcanic eruption, with intense fragments of emotion rushing in.

Kyle remained silent, picking up Yuka's delicate body. From the feeling in his hands, he could tell that Yuka's originally tense body was gradually relaxing. Kyle, following his instinctive impulse, sucked on his sister's lips.

"Mmm, brother..." Yuka's words escaped intermittently as Kyle kissed her greedily, as if he wanted to devour her soft, supple, and sexy lips.

Kyle's thighs throbbed with a painful swelling. The scene that even in his dreams would make him feel guilty had actually come true. Kyle, having torn off the mask of "gentle brother" and transformed into a male creature with intense desire, focused on caressing her young skin while parting her pink lips and inserting his tongue.

"Uh!"

For a moment, the girl's body stiffened, but she offered no resistance. Instead, she opened her mouth, timidly accepting Kyle's tongue.

"Mmm, ah..." Accompanied by the girl's panting, their tongues began to intertwine passionately.

Kyle's fingers slipped inside the buttons of her shirt and slowly unbuttoned them. Yuka remained silent, smiling as she watched her brother undress.

"I'm so happy!" she murmured softly.

Her exposed chest, with its beautifully shaped breasts encased in silk lingerie, swayed lively up and down in sync with the girl's breathing. Kyle's desire surged, his lips moving towards his sister's neck, his fingers sliding down. When he untied her skirt, he discovered that Yuka's fair and delicate thighs were clad in stockings.

Kyle stared intently at his sister, who was wearing mature lingerie but had her head bowed in embarrassment.

"Ugh! You keep staring at me, it's so embarrassing!" Yuka covered her face with her hands, smiling shyly. Her childlike behavior and mature stockings gave Kyle a strange sense of disorientation.

The shy smile and the expression as she looked away were those of the younger sister Kyle knew; however, the body encased in the smooth, shiny, form-fitting shirt was that of a woman who had grown up without Kyle's notice.

"So cute! Yuka!"

"Ah, um..." The girl squirmed as her brother stroked her thighs and buttocks, making soft, kitten-like sounds.

"Huh?" Kyle looked down and noticed that the silk panties between the girl's thighs were already a little wet.

"Yuka's already wet down there!"

"Ugh, don't look!" Yuka blushed shyly, clamping her legs tightly together in pure white stockings.

"Don't be shy!"

Kyle wrapped his arms around Yuka from behind, hugging her bare shoulders, his fingers tracing her smooth skin, gently kissing her neck.

"Ah..." Yuka's body trembled slightly in Kyle's hands. The moment her brother's lips touched her skin, the girl let out a sensitive moan.

The girl's innocent cries completely overwhelmed Kyle's conscience and reason. He felt a burning heat rising between his thighs.

"Brother's...it's so hard!" Yuka felt a hot, hard lump near her buttocks. Her face flushed even redder, and her heart pounded wildly.

Like Kyle, Yuka feared the change in their long-standing relationship, but a strong possessiveness stirred within her. The emotions hidden deep within her, once ignited, were beyond the control of conventional morality.

"Brother! Brother!" she called out to Kyle again and again, begging for a kiss. Kyle's lips immediately responded, and he caressed her firm breasts encased in her bra.

"Ugh, um!" As if an electric current passed through her, the girl arched her back and cried out.

Kyle could clearly feel Yuka's breasts swelling even more beneath the soft, smooth silk. Her breasts, a blend of rubbery elasticity and mochi-like softness, throbbed alluringly under her brother's gentle caresses.

"Yuka's breasts are so beautiful!"

Her breasts were lifted from below, overflowing from her bra and forming a deep cleavage. Kyle watched, his caresses unconsciously becoming rougher.

"Ouch! Brother, it hurts!"

"I'm sorry!" Kyle smiled wryly, his fingers lingering on the bra's clasp before quickly untying the straps.

The pure white bra slipped down, and the girl's breasts bounced out with a "plop," her youthful breasts full of vitality, firm and protruding forward. Her virgin areolas were pink and pretty, her nipples slightly upturned, as if anticipating a man's caresses.

"Ah!" Yuka instinctively covered her alluring breasts, which seemed disproportionate to her slender body, with her hands. But Kyle ignored his sister's shyness, cupping her breasts from behind with both hands.

"Hmm..."

Kyle cupped her breasts with both hands, gently kneading them, but without touching her sensitive nipples. Gently caressed by her beloved older brother, Yuka's hands, which had been covering her breasts, gradually loosened their grip. Her delicate skin, taut with a rosy hue, seemed to swell even more, the tips trembling slightly.

"The...the tip of your breasts!"

"The tip of your breasts?"

"Mmm, it feels so tingly!"

"Oh!" Kyle replied indifferently, his caresses of her breasts serious, but deliberately avoiding the nipples. Under the gentle rubbing, the ripe fruit swelled and sprang from the areola.

"Mmm, brother, you're so naughty!" Yuka squirmed, calling out sweetly like a little girl.

"So what do you want? Tell me!" Kyle asked, gently stroking her breasts while nibbling on Yuka's earlobe.

"Um... I want you to touch my nipples."

"Yuka's so horny, asking for this herself."

"Ugh, brother, ah..." Yuka let out a soft cry when Kyle touched her areola. His fingers traced arcs on her pink nipples like a painter's brush.

"Ah, um..."

"They're swelling up! And the nipples too..."

In the center of her swollen breasts, as if something was stuffed inside, the pink buds suddenly perked up, swelling to the size of a little finger. The breasts subtly and slowly shrank from bottom to tip, clearly showing a cylindrical shape.

"Please touch me hard... with your fingers, don't stop..."

Kyle kissed his sister to show he understood, while pinching her pink nipples with his index finger and thumb.

"Um, ah, that's great! It's completely different from when I play by myself..."

Yuka's body trembled and spasmed. Her tender buds were invaded by an unprecedented painful pleasure, stimulating her entire body.
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"Have you ever touched yourself before?"

Kyle whispered mischievously in the girl's ear as he gently circled her nipples.

"Ah! Thinking about my brother, I feel so lonely..."

A series of confessions made Kyle's heart ache. How many nights had the girl spent alone in such pain? Her longing for her brother, who was only separated by a wall, filled her small chest.

"Yuka..." Kyle murmured passionately, his kneading of her breasts becoming a little stronger.

"Mmm, brother!"

Kyle felt a deep affection for the girl who kept calling him, pinching and kneading her pointed nipples back and forth.

"Ah! Ah!"

Perhaps because she was so excited, even with the force, Yuka didn't feel any pain.

Kyle grabbed her left breast, pulled hard, and released it. Her breast bounced like a ball.

"How about somewhere else?"

Kyle continued to rub the erect nipple while stroking the girl's abdomen. His hand slid down, and when his fingers slipped between her excited skin and silk blouse—

"Ah, no!" Yuka cried out, though her words betrayed her true feelings. In fact, her vagina was already hot and wet, her labia slightly parted, the overflowing nectar soaking her panties.

"Ah, no! Brother!"

Kyle hugged his sister, who was writhing, trying to escape the intense stimulation. He continued to move inside her panties, rubbing the edge of her vaginal opening with his fingertips.

"Mmm, no, ah!"

A wave of pleasure, even more intense than the rubbing of her nipples, coursed through the girl's body. She convulsed, arching her back, trembling, tears streaming from her open eyes.

A soft gurgling sound—

Kyle could almost hear the lewd noises emanating from her soaked white panties.

"Ah, so embarrassing!"

Although she felt ashamed of the sounds her genitals were making, the accompanying pleasure was irresistible. Yuka breathed heavily, her expression a subtle mixture of innocence and sensuality.

"It feels so good here!"

Under Kyle's caresses, Yuka's petals slowly opened, and even the slightest touch on the edges caused her clitoris to overflow with vaginal fluid.

Kyle teased the tender leaves in the flower path, and in an instant, the girl's petals fully opened, the honey-filled valley eagerly awaiting her brother's entry.

Kyle's fingertips touched the bud within the petals.

"Oh!" Yuka's body immediately sprang to life.

Kyle's right hand pinched and played with her nipple, while his left hand teased the petals and the pink clitoris hidden inside.

"Ah, no! I, I'm going to come!"

*Plop*

—just as Yuka cried out, hot nectar gushed from her honeypot.

"Ah..."

"Haha, you really are a little slut!" Kyle murmured, kissing Yuka's cheek, who was already climaxing and extremely excited. Yuka turned her head and met Kyle's lips.

And so, the two kissed each other greedily, intertwining as they fell onto the bed. Kyle took the opportunity to pull down Yuka's panties, her small and cute buttocks trembling, and thick, sticky nectar flowing continuously from her white valley.

Yuka closed her eyes, her breathing erratic, as if still suppressing the last vestiges of her shyness, her body, clad only in stockings, alluringly alluring.

Kyle, stripping naked, murmured softly, silently bringing his face close to her wet, glistening thighs, his tongue crawling up her tender skin.

Yuka shyly opened her eyes.

"Mmm..."

Yuka lay on her back on the bed, her limbs stiff.

Kyle's tongue danced on her young skin, he lifted her delicate buttocks and caressed them, persistently and intently moving his tongue towards her inner thighs, the tip of his tongue wriggling like a leech, slowly, slowly crawling between her legs.

"Ugh... Oh!"

A tingling and indescribable pleasure burned through the girl's nerves, Kyle's tongue slowly approaching her vulva from her inner thighs, slipperily teasing her labia, licking the overflowing nectar.

"Oh, no!" Being caressed like this, Yuka felt like she was going crazy.

Kyle pressed down on Yuka's waist as she tried to pull away, still persistently teasing her wet petals with his tongue.

"Ah, huff, ah..."

The girl gasped in discomfort, her flower valley being licked by her brother's tongue. Her virgin bud, never before penetrated by a man, dripped hot nectar from its bottom.

Kyle's tongue entwined with the swollen pink clitoris, his lips swiftly sucking the bud completely inside.

"Ah, ah!"

Kyle buried his face between Yuka's thighs, which were convulsing and trembling as she cried out, his tongue swirling around the flower's heart like savoring a delicious fruit, making "tsk tsk" sounds as he focused on sucking.

Kyle's lips left Yuka's bud, and nectar continued to overflow from the blooming petals, filling the flower path so much that it almost dripped onto the sheets.

(That's about enough...)

Kyle stopped his oral caresses, covering the girl's flawless white body with his own, cupping Yuka's slightly flushed cheeks with his hands, and gently kissing her forehead.

"This is my first time, please be gentle..."

"Mmm..." Kyle answered considerately, aiming his stiff member at the girl's virgin entrance.

*Plop*—The

petals, wet with her own juices, swallowed the tip of his penis, the taut inner walls turning up to envelop it.

"Mmm..." Yuka gritted her teeth, tightly closing her eyes, her limbs straight, her fingers digging deep into the sheets.

*Plop, plop*—The

stiff member continued to push inward, the torn pink inner walls turning a ghastly white as if bleeding, the clear fluid flowing from the point of union mixing with bright red after the penis was inserted.

(Ugh, it's so tight!)

Kyle pushed forward, widening the tightly closed passage, while also breaking through the hymen, inserting his penis to the hilt.

(My little sister, who cries so much, is really good at enduring...)

Kyle gently stroked her breasts, tenderly caring for his sister's face as she endured the tearing pain without moving.

"Yuka?"

"It's okay..."

Her drooping eyes were filled with tears, but Yuka smiled. Even though she was enduring the tearing pain, she was willing to bear it because her beloved brother had made her a woman, so her heart was warm.

"Brother!"

"Mmm..."

"I love you so much!" Yuka murmured, reaching out to hug Kyle's head and kissing her beloved brother's lips.

"Yuka..."

Inside his hot and sweet sister's body, Kyle's steel rod swelled even more. Just the insertion was enough to make his lower body feel an unbearable pleasure.

Kyle suppressed the urge to thrust, instead tormenting the two soft mounds of flesh swaying in front of him. He cupped one breast in his hand and licked the other.

"Mmm, breasts...it feels so good..."

Yuka curled up, gently biting her bent fingers. The pink nipples that had shrunk from the pain earlier were once again erect and vibrant.

Kyle played with the swollen and taut breasts and hard, erect nipples in his hands.

"Ah...suck me!"

Kyle took the hard, erect nipple into his mouth, sucking it with a smacking sound, swirling his tongue around the nipple, taking the entire areola into his mouth, licking it back and forth, and gently nibbling with his teeth.

While tormenting Yuka, who was making pitiful moans, with his hands and mouth, Kyle's waist began to thrust. *

Squeak—plop—*

The girl's secret place tightly gripped the first-time penetration of his penis; as the rod was withdrawn, the pale pink inner walls were exposed. When the penis was inserted, the point of contact would make a sticky sound and ooze clear fluid.

"It's okay, you can be more intense!" Yuka murmured to her brother in a coquettish voice. Now, even the pain of being pierced by the hot steel rod had transformed into a pure and devoted passion for the man she had long loved; "To become one with the one I love." This belief occupied the girl's heart.

"Yuka..."

Kyle didn't know how to express his true feelings, so he could only call out the name of the woman he loved so deeply. Although his heart was filled with love, on the other hand, Kyle also felt that violating his sister's body in such a lewd way was like that of a beast.

(How deep is my sin to violate such a pitiful sister!)

This sense of guilt seemed to become the driving force of his emotions. He vigorously rubbed her soft breasts, sucking, biting, and holding her full nipples in his mouth.

"Ah, so good! So comfortable!" As if pleasure was born from intense pain, Yuka groaned, her body writhing in discomfort.

Kyle played with her young breasts, thrusting back and forth more forcefully.

Thud—thud—

"Ah...ah..."

With each thrust, Yuka's beautiful body trembled and arched backward, her shapely breasts bouncing. The steel rod, covered in her vaginal fluid, dug into her flower path, teasing her clitoris. Her swollen pink nipples trembled back and forth with each impact of the penis.

"Ah...brother! Mmm, ah!"

"Mmm..."

The entrance to the girl's flower path tightly gripped her brother's penis, and in an instant, Kyle also reached his climax.

A torrent

of hot fluid surged forth, filling Yuka's body.

"Oh...ah..."

A large amount of semen spurted out, and Yuka clung tightly to Kyle, her body trembling and convulsing.

(Oh no! I actually ejaculated inside her.)

He hadn't used a condom; he'd just ejaculated inside his sister. The damned desire had made him lose his mind. The post-coital exhaustion was like a bucket of cold water poured over Kyle, and he quickly regained his composure.

Thick fluid mixed with red blood, overflowing from his shrunken penis and the slit of her labia, mingled and stained a pinkish liquid.

(What did I do? I actually defiled the most important person in my life!)

But after hearing the girl in his arms' words, Kyle couldn't help but feel that his thoughts were selfish.

"I'm so happy, we're one now."

"!?"

When Kyle saw clear tears streaming down his sister's face, he decided to cherish Yuka even more.

Yuka hadn't given herself to Kyle to satisfy his lust; she was willing to completely dedicate herself out of love.

"Have I misjudged something so simple?"

Kyle realized he had been too fixated on the sibling relationship, to the point of being blinded by lust.

Now, he knew perfectly well how deeply he loved this woman named Yuka.

"Yuka!"

"Hmm?"

"I love you!"

Kyle whispered in Yuka's ear, gently stroking her hair, understanding that he was hopelessly in love with this sister who wasn't related to him by blood.

"Brother!"

The girl's smiling face made Kyle's chest clench.

(He absolutely couldn't lose this smiling face that was smiling at him.)

The two of them entwined, embracing.

Now they could feel each other's body heat, able to enjoy a moment of happiness in their most unstable time.

Just as the two were tenderly embracing, the intercom embedded in the wall suddenly blared—

"!?!"

Kyle propped himself up, reaching for the intercom. From the hidden speaker, he could clearly hear the young woman's voice.

"This is the machine room! Is anyone here…?"

A desperate, helpless voice, filled with sorrow at the end, abruptly cut off the broadcast.

"That's Engineer Remy!"

"That cheerful girl about my age?" As Yuka spoke, Kyle had already jumped up and started getting dressed.

"Something seems wrong! I'll go check it out, you wait here!"

"Brother?"

"I'll be right back. Lock the door, and don't open it until I get back."

Kyle didn't understand why he said that. He pulled on a shirt, shirtless, and ran down the corridor.

(What's wrong? Why am I so uneasy? I have a bad feeling!)

Kyle started to feel anxious for no reason. He ran quickly, hoping to get to the machine room as soon as possible.

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Chapter Three Koido & Remy. The Feast of Lustful Breasts

The heavy sound of the cooling device starting up echoed in the dimly lit room. Almost the entire space was occupied by a huge furnace core that lay horizontally like a 'copper kettle'.

This furnace core was a magnetic field that controlled nuclear fusion, surrounded by countless ring coils, and could be said to be the heart of the Basger.

Kyle walked along the narrow personnel control corridor, looking up at the Troidar-type nuclear fusion reactor.

"Remi!" he shouted, but there was no response.

This likely came from Remi's scream, which should have echoed throughout every corner of the Basger. Remi couldn't have only relayed the anomaly to Yuka's room; the other crew members, hearing the commotion, were probably also frantically running towards the control room.

But Kyle was in the control room, and saw no one but himself.

"Remi, if you're here, please answer me!" Kyle cried, squeezing through the many thick pipes connecting the reactor core to the walls, reaching the other side.

"Ky...Ky...Lyle..."

Hearing a faint voice calling his name, Kyle stopped.

"Remi!?" Looking in the direction the voice came from, Kyle was stunned.

Remi, her clothes torn and almost naked, was leaning against the wall riddled with pipes. No, there was something else between the wall and Remy—

"Th-that's!?"

Kyle stared in astonishment at the unknown object wrapped around Remy's limbs with countless tentacles, standing there dumbfounded.

It was a human-sized, mollusc-like creature with dark black skin, covered in slime, and its shape was bizarre. It was impossible to tell if it had bones. Two legs and countless tentacles growing from its body supported its weight and wrapped around Remy's body, suspending her in mid-air.

"No, help, help me..."

Remy gasped for breath, her clothes torn to shreds by the monster. The slimy tentacles were covered with shreds of clothing that Kyle had seen before.

Her exposed breasts heaved with her irregular, rapid breathing. Contrary to her childlike appearance, her breasts, wrapped by the tentacles, were extremely full. In the center of her delicate pink areolas, the clearly defined and slightly enlarged nipples were twitching, and the sensitive nipples were beginning to protrude for some reason.

"Ugh, ah, don't look..."

With her face flushed red, Remy, panting shyly, felt tentacles resembling octopuses or squid writhing between her legs; the tips of these tentacles had already parted her private parts and inserted themselves into her body.

*Splat*—the

fleshy tentacles thrust in and out with lewd sounds, the pink petals wrapped around them and turned outwards. Other tentacles meandered, parting her buttocks and relentlessly penetrating deeper.

"Ah, no! Stop! Ouch!"

*Splat*—Ugh, ugh—Remy,

terrified by this unfamiliar sensation, felt her anus pierced by dark fleshy tubes, her rectum tightly filled.

A mixture of foreign sensations and itching permeated Remy's lower body, her lips, mingled with moans and gasps, were also stuffed with other tentacles. Lips, genitals, anus—the female engineer was now having her freedom taken away by unknown monsters, her body being violated simultaneously. Right before the eyes of this amnesiac, wandering drifter in the universe.

(Is this guy raping Remy?)

Kyle, frozen in shock and disbelief, finally managed to make a judgment. Before Kyle, who was struggling to support himself with trembling knees, the monster continued its humiliation of Remy. Upon

closer inspection, several of the tentacles, which had previously been thin tubes, had expanded, gradually taking the shape of human wrists. "Plop, plop" sounds emanated from the inside of the tentacles as five fingers sprouted. Then, from the upper part of the body, where internal organs were exposed, a head resembling a human emerged. The face, devoid of skin and revealing only purple muscles, was filled with a gelatinous liquid.

Kyle stared into the cloudy white pupils that blended seamlessly with the sclera.

(This guy is actually laughing?)

Kyle definitely thought it was laughing; the corners of its mouth, resembling a human's, were crooked, like a cold laugh. The creature opened and closed its lips, making a sticky sound.

"I...I am, Rocky, Rocky..."

Shockingly, from the monster's purple lips came human language, the language Kyle and his crew usually used, telling him, "I am Loki."

"Loki!"

Kyle knew the name; he knew this repulsive monster bore the name of a malevolent god from Norse mythology.

"Ugh!"

A sharp headache and nausea overwhelmed Kyle, and simultaneously, fragmented memories swirled in his mind like a raging torrent, various images replaying in his head.

The black demon attacking people, destroying everything—he couldn't name it, but the violated, crying women, the destroyed buildings—returned clearly to his memory.

(On the planet, the street where I lived; the university, the research lab…right, I was an assistant in my adoptive father's research lab at the university…)

Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle being pieced together, many images gradually formed meaningful memories. He hadn't recovered all his memories; therefore, the hazy feeling was like recalling fragments of a movie he had watched as a child.

He was certain that he had indeed confronted this black monster in the past. It was in a city on the Fifth Planet, where his university research lab was located, and also the stage where the tragedy began.

(Right. Back then, women were raped, and men were mercilessly slaughtered…)

Enduring a headache and sweat pouring down his body, Kyle's mind began to resurface with bloody memories of slaughter. How long ago was that? Kyle had no clue. Was it a few years ago, or a few days ago?

In any case, on that day—dozens of Kyle's colleagues and students were attacked by a black monster that suddenly appeared. Some had their internal organs pierced by disgusting tentacles, and some had their genitals penetrated by huge genitals; yes, just like Remy now.

"Mmm, ugh…"

Her lips, panting weakly, secreted fluids that were beyond her control, and her small orifices, which should have only had excretory functions, were all being penetrated by the tentacles of the monster that called itself Rocky, undergoing terrifying thrusting movements.

(I'll be killed, I have to run...)

Kyle knew that the monster's tentacles possessed terrifying power. The monster had coiled up his research assistant's body and crushed his ribs—this was the monster's horrific weapon.

But Kyle didn't move an inch. He wasn't paralyzed with fear; although he felt terror, there was another kind of energizing feeling welling up in his chest. It was "anger," anger towards an unknown creature that had violated humanity without reason and brutally killed people.

If there is such a thing as human dignity, then when it is violated, the first thing that emerges is "anger," an emotion that can evolve into "sorrow" and "despair" depending on the circumstances. But at this moment, Kyle was thinking: (I'm going to fight it!)

A strange sense of mission lured Kyle's emotions in a certain direction. He himself didn't understand why, but he was certain that it wasn't simply because he was a man and Remy was a woman.

Even if Rocky had attacked Captain Greg, Kyle believed he would have felt the same anger and wanted to take action, because he wanted not only to help Remy but also to stop Rocky's actions.

Perhaps it was the common amnesiac's thought, "Am I missing something important?", acting on Kyle's mind, or perhaps he simply wanted to find meaning in his existence by eliminating the monster before him.

But in this instant, Kyle couldn't engage in such self-analysis; all he was thinking about was how to rescue Remy from the monster's clutches.

Kyle, of course, carried no weapons, so he could only rely on his own limbs. Punches and kicks would probably be useless against this semi-mollusk monster.

The monster was squeezing the woman's body, its humanoid face displaying a cold smile as it stared intently at Kyle, but Kyle suppressed his fear and anger, calmly observing Rocky.

The monster also had a neck to support its head, essentially no different from a human's body structure, but the size of these parts was quite uneven, and the number of its limbs was also different from a human's.

The shapes of its hands, feet, and tentacles were irregular in size and varied, much like clay figurines made by children. Octopus-like tentacles grew from its shoulders, while short, crooked human wrists hung from its sides.

The genital-shaped appendages protruding between its legs also varied in size, the largest of which, like a dinosaur's tail, controlled its center of gravity. The surface of its skin clearly revealed thick blood vessels and sinew-like bumps, covered with a translucent, gelatinous mucus, presumably indicating a skeleton.

However, unlike humans, its internal organs were not protected by bones and muscles; instead, beneath the skin, in many places, visibly throbbing organs could be seen.

Kyle noticed numerous wounds on the monster's body, and saw deep, obvious lacerations on its tentacles, exposing even the bone, as well as numerous bullet holes.

(This thing is injured…)

What kind of monster is it? Why is it attacking humans? And why is it here now? Kyle was completely unaware of what was happening, but after comparing the fragments of memories from his resurrection with Loki's current state, he came up with a hypothesis.

Perhaps in a city on the Fifth Planet, Loki, wanting to wreak havoc and kill to his heart's content, had a fierce battle with the planet's police or military. Then the monster escaped, infiltrated a space shuttle, and entered outer space; if that outer space was what was now just wreckage stored at the bottom of the Basger—

(So, there really is a connection between me and the monster!)

Kyle felt a burning heat within him, his terror of the monster gradually fading, replaced by…

(I have to do something to this guy!)

This feeling continued to boil, and Kyle unconsciously clenched his fist and took a step forward. Another step forward—

Loki looked at him, broke the silence, and spoke again.

"That's… right… you… have to do something…"

"!"

Loki's words delivered a violent shock to Kyle.

Kyle overcame his fear and took a step towards it. The monster saw his movement and said, "That's right, you have to do something!"

—That's what the monster said.

This meant that the monster possessed intelligence and a personality, and that, just as Kyle knew about the monster, the monster might also know about Kyle.

No, not just might, it definitely knew. Kyle had lost his memory, so the possibility that Rocky knew more than him was very high.

(This guy knows who I am!?)

The shock in his heart made his body stiffen. Taking advantage of Kyle's stunned state, the black monster's layers of tentacles began to move more nimbly, the tentacles deep inside the woman's body swelled up and writhed violently.

"Ugh! Ahh!" Remy screamed through her throat, which was tightly choked by the tentacles, her slender body convulsing violently as if being subjected to a high-voltage electric current.

Tears welled up in Remy's dull eyes, and hot love fluid gushed out endlessly from the cracks in her secret flesh that were pulled out with each thrust of the large genitals. The pale pink nipples at the tips of her enormous breasts, deformed by the tentacles, were abnormally hard and protruding, defying her will.

"Ah...ahhh!"

The monster's tentacles and genitals, with completely unrestrained movements, dug into the orifices of Remy's body, from which meaningless moans continued to escape. The woman's voluptuous body struggled and swayed, her enormous breasts, disproportionate to her childlike face, bouncing up and down incessantly.

"Stop! Stop!" Kyle roared, then stepped forward, only to be stopped by the monster's terrifying voice.

"No, don't move! You...don't care...what will happen to this woman?"

A slender tentacle extending from the base of the monster's neck coiled around Remy's delicate, white neck. The tentacle, almost as hard as wire, gripped her soft muscles tightly, a sight clearly etched in Kyle's eyes. He knew it meant that if she got closer, Remy would die.

"Ugh!" Before Kyle, who dared not act, Remy's body trembled even more violently, screaming and curling up.

Countless tiny tentacles extended from the tips of the tentacles inserted into Remy's body, writhing like earthworms within her.

"Eek! Ah!"

Intense pleasure surged through the Moon Woman's body. The special hormones secreted by the tentacles numbed Remy's mind, turning her into a greedy, pleasure-craving sex slave. Fear and shame were nowhere to be seen in her.

Despite being subjected to this perverse act of humiliation by an unknown monster before Kyle, Remy reveled in the sensation of the steel rod filling her body and rectum. Her body trembled with repeated orgasms, and the black monster embracing the convulsing, semen-covered Remy—its evil body—was beginning to change. *

Sizzle—sizzle—

the wounded tentacles, the lacerations, the bullet holes—the damaged parts of her flesh were gradually repaired, the wounds were filled, the broken parts dripped viscous fluid, and granulation tissue slowly emerged, her entire body seemingly swelling.

Inside the tentacles inserted into the woman's flesh, an unknown, lumpy object was slowly moving, like a pump drawing water.

"Gurgle, gurgle…tastes…really…good!" Loki uttered a sound of pleasure.

"Whether as food or for humiliation and pleasure, always, the mother is better!"

(What did this monster absorb from Remy's body before eating her?)

Remy is still alive, so it shouldn't be her internal organs that were devoured. But what exactly was being transmitted into the monster's body through its tentacles?

Was it bodily fluids, undigested food? Or perhaps something like "spirit" or "qi," bio-energy that humans don't understand? In

any case, the monster seems to absorb energy from the flesh of its victims as its own food. Loki's words and the rapid recovery of his body prove this.

Kyle felt a nauseous sensation rising within him, as if he were being sucked by a vampire bat or leech, stimulating his nerves.

"Humans, humans are not your food!" Kyle couldn't help but utter words that sounded like pent-up anger.

A slightly rising killing intent, which even he couldn't understand, swirled within him.

Loki gave the enraged Kyle a cold glance, a thick, guttural sound escaping his throat as he chuckled. One of his many tentacles rubbed Remy's enormous breasts back and forth with a squelching sound, then arrogantly declared,

"That's right. To me, who has escaped the cycle of reincarnation and reached the pinnacle of evolution, humans are nothing but my food and toys..."

"What a joke!" Kyle growled in a low voice, his clenched fists crackling with anger, his muscles swelling solidly in response to his rage.

No, in reality, Kyle's entire body underwent a mutation; his wrists, feet, back—his whole body radiated heat and began to swell violently.

Kyle was unaware of the mutation in his body, only feeling his flesh brimming with energy, like a fully drawn bow ready to release an arrow, poised for a full-force battle.

(I can do it!)

Kyle was absolutely certain he could close the distance to Loki, who was leaning against the wall, and deliver a powerful punch to its face. He could even picture his fist sinking deep into the monster's body, crushing its skull against the wall.

He didn't know why, but his body told him he could now use his own body to fight the monster.

Just as Kyle was about to approach the monster, the automatic door opened, and hurried footsteps echoed from the control room.

"Remi! What happened!?"

"Where are you? Remi, answer me!"

The crew member Alex and the first mate Koido rushed in, both carrying gunpowder pistols—weapons issued to the crew for attack and self-defense in case of fighting space pirates.

"Don't come any closer!"

Just as Kyle shouted at the footsteps on the other side of the engine, Rocky tossed Remi to Kyle like trash.

"!"

The powerless woman's body was covered in slime, and an unknown liquid burst from between her legs, slamming into Kyle's chest. Although Kyle caught Remi tightly, the force of the impact still knocked them backward.

As Loki prepared to escape, it dislocated all its joints and then separated its bones, which were normally impossible to detach without severing them, transforming into a soft, octopus- or jellyfish-like state. A muffled thud emanated from the monster's body as its muscles and skeletal structure underwent changes.

Loki crawled across the floor using countless tentacles of varying sizes, heading towards the vent.

"Stop, stop!"

Kyle put down the nearly lifeless Remy, stood up, and saw Loki, its long tentacles draped over part of the vent, like a water bag, pushing itself upwards.

A human-like head dangled from the end of its limp body, its murky white eyes fixed on Kyle.

"Gurgle, gurgle, the game has only just begun..." Its lips, covered in filthy liquid, opened again.

"Kyle!"

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"!" Kyle stared blankly at the monster climbing up the wall—

the shocked voice of Alex, who had ignored the warnings and continued running towards them, came from beside her.

"Remi! What is this... Ah! What kind of monster is that!?"

Koido, who had followed, also witnessed the hideous appearance of Loki running into the ventilation shaft, and stood there speechless as well.

The disgusting bluish-purple mollusk crawling into the gap of the ventilation shaft was like a nightmare. Finally, even its head, hanging outside like an inflated balloon, was sucked in.

"..."

For a moment, everyone stared blankly at the ventilation shaft that had sucked the monster in.

"Remi!?" Koido suddenly shouted and quickly picked up Remi, who was lying on the floor. After checking her pulse to make sure her heart was still beating, she immediately took off her own shirt and wrapped it around Remi.

"Although there are no external injuries, this is..." Koido looked up at Kyle.

"When I ran over, her clothes had already been torn by that monster..." Kyle couldn't continue, and he looked down at the floor.

"How was it torn apart?"

"Sexual abuse!"

"What...what happened?!" Koido's face was ashen as she tightly hugged her subordinate.

Beside her, Alex, who had been staring at the ventilation duct, trembled and muttered to himself,

"What...what kind of monster was that...

"

Leaving Yuka in the room, Kyle went to the infirmary to visit Remy, as he had heard from Naz in the conference room that Remy's condition had improved considerably.

Twenty-six hours had passed since the incident in the control room. Although Remy was immediately taken to the infirmary and regained consciousness, she was in a state of extreme panic. Following Dr. Mary's instructions, she was given immediate-acting tranquilizers and slept for nearly eight hours. While she still required various tranquilizers after waking up, she was now quite calm.

"Koydo has been by her side taking care of her the whole time; it's truly admirable!"

As Naz said, it seemed that First Mate Koydo had indeed been by Remy's side the entire time, tirelessly and diligently caring for her. Naz said that the two of them were originally close friends, like sisters.

After the incident, everyone except Remy immediately held a meeting to discuss Loki's existence.

Kyle told everyone everything he had seen, including the monster calling itself Loki, his highly intelligent life form with a cruel personality, and the tragedy that occurred on the Fifth Planet, etc.

However, Alex and Nancy said they had never heard of any reports of monsters attacking civilians on the Fifth Planet, so they reserved this point for Captain Greg to judge.

Greg said that Kyle's memory had not fully recovered, and what he remembered might not be accurate, so they couldn't rush to conclusions about the origin of the monsters.

"We should leave here as soon as possible and explain the situation to the garrison on the Fifth Planet, asking for their assistance."

"That's unnecessary. Our ship has sufficient combat power."

Captain Greg responded coldly to Kyle's opinion, adding,

"I will activate the 'Guardians'..."

The 'Guardians' are combat robots used to handle conflicts with space pirates or the destination's military. The Basger is equipped with twelve of the latest Guardians.

The Guardians are controlled by the computer terminal motherboard 'Wise' and have the ability to remotely control humans in combat. They can engage in melee combat fully automatically inside the ship. If the opponent is human, it can wipe out a squadron of about thirty people within tens of minutes.

"We're not here to play around, Mr. Kyle; I'll only use them to remove obstacles that delay our work."

Since Captain Greg had said so, Kyle had no choice but to shut up, but he didn't think it was the best solution.

"Once the space shuttle recovery operation is complete, this ship will return to Earth as planned."

Greg made the final decision: everyone must carry a pistol for self-defense at all times, and any action must be taken in pairs or more.

(If someone dies, it will be too late. Which is more important, work or life? This stubborn old man is really unreasonable!)

Kyle couldn't help but feel furious when he thought of Greg earlier.

"He'll definitely say, of course, work..." He could only smile bitterly to himself.

As Kyle walked towards the infirmary, a patrolling Guardian passed by. Its super-alloy shell made it look like a knight in armor, except that instead of a spear, it was equipped with a large-caliber rifle in its hand.

(It seems really strong, but can it really defeat that black monster?)

Looking at the Guardian's back as it walked past with what looked like a human stepping stone, Kyle smiled sarcastically.

Soon, Kyle arrived at the infirmary and went inside, only to find it empty.

"Huh?" Kyle looked around the room and saw a screen standing a little further past the rows of beds.

(What's that over there?) Kyle walked over and peered behind the screen. Behind the screen was a glass wall.

"!" After staring at the scene behind the glass for a few seconds—Kyle crouched down in a panic.

(Wow, I think I saw something I shouldn't have seen!)

He shook his head violently, as if trying to shake off the image imprinted in his eyes. What Kyle saw through the glass was—

"It's alright, I don't see anything abnormal, Remy, you can relax."

In a corner of the infirmary separated by a glass wall—which was also the operating room—Koydor was using various instruments to examine Remy on the operating table.

What Kyle saw was an endoscope inserted into her lower body to check for foreign objects and signs of injury; Remy's legs were spread apart by instruments, exposing her private parts as if she were giving birth.

"Hmm..."

A thin tube covered in rubber was pulled out from Remy's lower body, who was shyly moaning slightly. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt on her upper body, and nothing on her lower body.

"Can I... wear underwear now?" Remy, her cheeks flushed pink, asked Koido in a sweet voice. For a girl her age, even though she was also a woman, it was still extremely embarrassing to spread her legs in front of others. If she knew that Kyle had seen her, she might have burst into tears.

"No, you haven't applied the anti-inflammatory ointment yet!"

Remy's voice came from behind the glass, "Ouch," "It's so itchy," making Kyle's face burn.

(Maybe it'll be more appropriate to come next time...)

Kyle crouched down and moved to leave the scene, but—

"Lie down on the bed!"

With the voice, the operating room door opened, and Koido, carrying the medical records, walked into the medical room. Behind her, Remy, pulling up the hem of her t-shirt to cover her underwear, followed her out.

(What to do?)

The suddenness of the situation caught Kyle off guard. Although it wasn't intentional, the sight of Remy's legs spread wide made him feel guilty.

Suddenly, the thought flashed through his mind: "Wouldn't it be alright if I just explained to Koido, who was walking out the door, 'I just came to see Remy!'?" So, he immediately crawled back under the bed next to him.

(No way, now's not the right time to go up and explain.) Kyle thought, lying prone under the bed, watching the two pass by.

*Squeak*

—Remy lay down on the bed next to where Kyle was hiding. Kyle, who was furtively peeking from under the bed, knew Remy was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Looks like you're much calmer!"

"Yeah, because my sister has been by my side..."

(My sister... seems to give off some kind of ambiguous vibe!) Kyle continued to listen expectantly.

"Forget all those terrible experiences, I want to give you the best..."

"..."

A moment of silence, then the creaking of the hospital bed, caused by someone moving, reached Kyle's ears as he listened intently.

(What's going on?) Kyle lay on the floor, twisting his neck to peer into the next bed.

On the bed, Koido and Remy were silently gazing at each other. Koido's smiling red lips were dangerously close to Remy's.

"No, I'm dirty right now..." Remy said with a smile, but the smile lacked its usual brightness, instead carrying a hint of apprehension and sorrow.

Koido gently took Remy's hands, which were biting their lips.

"Sister..."

"You're not dirty at all!"

Lips painted with lipstick lightly touched two pale pink lips that weren't covered.

"Mmm..." Remy seemed to want to speak, but was silenced by Koido's half-forceful, passionate kiss.

(Hey, are you two serious?)

Kyle was genuinely surprised to witness Koido and Remy's passionate kiss, but his gaze remained fixed on them. He held his breath, watching Koido kiss Remy's lips while slipping his hand inside Remy's t-shirt, kneading her full breasts.

(No, I can't peek into other people's privacy!) Despite his thoughts, his gaze remained fixed. Kyle forced himself to close his eyes, biting his lip and lowering his head.

"Mmm..."

Every time he heard Remy's soft moans, Kyle couldn't help but open his eyes to peek at the two entwined figures on the bed.

Although Kyle was relatively honest, he was far from a gentleman. If two beautiful women were engaged in promiscuous acts nearby, and he wouldn't be discovered, most men would probably hold their breath and watch closely.

"Mmm... Ah! No, no!"

Remy resisted Koido's soft fingers kneading her breasts with a trembling voice; the deformed shape of her full, smooth breasts beneath the thin t-shirt was extremely arousing.

"Remi, you're so pitiful, let me comfort you..."

A whispered kiss touched Remi's fair neck. Koido showered her with kisses as she threw herself onto Remi.

"Sister!"

Remi gasped, her body writhing wildly as her lips caressed her sensitive areas.

Koido continued to fondle Remi's enormous breasts, reaching for the terminal embedded in the wall. A "beep" sounded from the entrance, as if the infirmary door had been locked.

Under the bed, Kyle thought to himself: (The door's locked, panicking won't help!)

He nodded inexplicably. To him, this became a valid reason not to leave, so even though his neck was starting to ache and his posture was extremely awkward, he remained engrossed in watching the two beauties' actions.

"Ah... um..."

Koido's tongue parted Remi's panting lips, slipping inside her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Soft hair gently caressed her fair cheeks as Koydo let her "cute little kitten" suckle her saliva.

"Remi is such a good girl..." Koydo murmured softly in a dreamlike voice, unbuttoning her clothes.

She unbuttoned one button, then sucked on her pink lips, then unbuttoned another—it took Koydo an almost agonizingly long time to finish.

Remi reached down and helped Koydo undress. After removing Koydo's top, she pulled down the zipper of her tight-fitting skirt. A smooth, glossy black line sank into her exposed, fleshy buttocks. Covering her genitals was neither silk nor nylon, but black leather bikini panties.

Beneath the removed top were enormous breasts, voluptuously encased in a leather bra. A corset tightly cinched her waist, sculpting her figure perfectly.

Koido, encased in a rubber shirt, sat on Remi like a horse, then turned to a 69 position. The two rubbed their cheeks against each other's thighs, then began to caress each other with their tongues, their lips pressed against Remi's white thighs, their tongues teasing and licking.

"Ah...ha..."

"Mmm...Remi, so cute..."

They caressed each other, but Koido held the dominant position, actively transmitting pleasure; Remi was practically Koido's puppet.

Koido's lips skillfully caressed and sucked at Remi, whose body trembled and lost strength—almost impossible to reciprocate, yet Koido seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

She smiled back at Remi's occasional clumsy kisses on her thighs, while she herself used her superior finger and lip techniques to persistently caress Remi, constantly rubbing back and forth against her buttocks encased in thin panties, lightly kissing the sensitive areas on the inside of her thighs.

"Ah! There, there..." Between her white thighs, Remi emitted sweet, lewd moans, her full body trembling.

"How's it here?"

"Yes, I'm feeling pleasure, ah!"

The inner thigh—near the mound—felt a subtle tickle from fingertips, causing Remy to unconsciously arch her upper body.

"Hmm, still the same, so easy to arouse..." Koido whispered, her fingers quickly sliding down, stroking the mound covered by her silk panties.

"Hmm... ah..."

"Already so wet, what a horny girl!" Koido played with the already wet panties, revealing the shape of her private parts, and said mischievously.

Glug—glug—

the panties, soaked with nectar and now transparent, made a lewd sound as the moist flesh inside swelled. Inside the opening, the pink flesh walls writhed, fueling Koido's lust and making her movements even more intense.

"Hmm... uh..." Koido groaned, pressing her breasts between Remy's thighs, the tips of her large breasts, encased in leather, swaying lewdly back and forth along the secret crevice of Remy's flower valley.

"Ah, so, so comfortable..."

"Me too, being rubbed by my nipples, it really... ah!"

After playing with Remy's wet flower valley for a while with her super big breasts, Koido pulled down the panties covering Remy's cute buttocks. After taking off the already sticky silk panties from her white thighs, the secret groove of her pink flesh walls was exposed.

"Remy's here, it's so beautiful!"

"Oh dear, I'm shy..."

Thinking of the endoscope examining the depths of her vulva just now, Remy tilted her head to one side, her cheeks flushed.

Her red, flexible tongue danced, constantly licking the flesh-colored mucous membrane exposed from the inside.

"Hmm... oh!"

Koido pressed on Remy's waist, which was rising higher and higher, and continued with more intense tongue techniques. She used her tongue to climb onto the fully opened labia and licked upwards, inserting the tip of her tongue to explore the folds between the flesh walls. Then she used her fingers to separate the petals overflowing with lustful nectar and teased the clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

"Ah! Ugh!" Remy groaned loudly, her body arching back as Koido relentlessly tormented her clitoris with her fingers and tongue.

"How is it? Remy, does it feel good?"

"Mmm, mmm...it feels good..."

"Is that so? Then, how about this side?" As soon as Koido finished speaking, she inserted her index finger deep into Remy's fleshy buttocks.

*Plop*

"Ah! No, not there!" Remy's body convulsed as her anus was probed with fingers.

"Don't lie to me, don't you like it best here?"

Koido smiled maliciously, inserting her finger into Remy's anus while her tongue penetrated the overflowing love juices. She curled her tongue around the insertion point, moving it back and forth, then pinched the pearl in the labia and gently twisted it left and right.

"Ahhh!"

As Remy sobbed from the pleasure of torture, Koido got up and changed positions. She stroked Remy's tear-streaked, breathless cheek and whispered gently to her.

"Not yet, I'll make you more comfortable..."

Koido rolled up her t-shirt, and Remy automatically raised her hands, letting her take off her clothes. Her exposed breasts bounced up and down elastically, and her firm, swollen nipples stood erect. Although not as large as Koido's, they were still incredibly large breasts that her childlike face couldn't imagine.

"Such lively and energetic breasts, mmm...their elasticity is amazing!"

"Ah!"

Koido's hands gently kneaded the firm breasts as she lay there, her soft, slender fingers sinking into her breasts, her palms swirling and caressing her taut flesh. Her white skin changed color slightly, and her beautiful pink areolas, though not yet touched, were already round and plump.

"Delicious nipples..." Koido couldn't wait to lick the trembling, enormous nipple before her.

"Eek!" Remy moaned cutely, squirming involuntarily.

Koido's fingertips, with a subtle, almost imperceptible touch, caressed the cherry-colored areola, moistened with saliva. Her fingertips traced circles around the nipple, spreading saliva around the slowly rising areola.

After a while, the areola swelled into a hemisphere, the central protrusion becoming firmer. Soon, the nipple, erect and protruding from the areola, took on a clear cylindrical shape. Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, took the hard, erect nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her dancing tongue.

*Chirp! Chirp-plop—Chirp-plop—*

Koido deliberately made lewd sounds, greedily sucking on the erect pink nipple, her tongues intertwining and teasing it, alternately sucking on both areolas.

"Ah, ahh!"

Each time Remy gasped and leaned back, her perfect breasts softened and curved, one pressed against Koido's lips, while the other was kneaded by a hand.

*Smack!*

Koido almost pulled her breasts upwards with tremendous force, making a sound as she released her lips. Directly below Koido's face, her full breasts swayed like a giant ball of jelly, the undulating flesh revealing huge, embarrassingly erect nipples glistening with saliva.

"Such lewd nipples, well, let's leave it like this!"

*Smack—*

Koido pinched the hard nipple, squeezing it tightly.

"Ouch!! It hurts, it hurts so much!" Remy cried out in pain, suppressing tears, but didn't push Koido's hand away.

"Hmph, it seems Remy enjoys the pain of being tortured!" Koido muttered to herself, deliberately teasing her as she pinched her nipple.

"You're so naughty, sister, you're so naughty..."

"Mmm, so cute!"

Koydo pinched one nipple and sucked on the other, which was still throbbing. Stimulated by the soft flesh of her lips, the nipple hardened and became sharper, standing erect from the areola. Koydo licked the erect nipple in her mouth with her tongue and sucked it upwards forcefully.

"Ah, ah..."

Although Remy's body was convulsing from the constant sucking of both nipples, she was not just enduring Koydo's onslaught. As her breasts were roughly kneaded, she also reached behind Koydo's back and untied the leather corset and bra.

Her enormous breasts suddenly bounced out. Because she was braced on the bed, her breasts looked exceptionally large, almost surreal. The elastic breasts swayed from side to side, making the large areolas, like tender, lush grass, bulge and swell.

"I'm experiencing pleasure too..."

Koydo's lips left Remy's breasts, and she lifted her own full breasts, placing her heavy, full breasts on top of Remy's. She swayed her upper body from side to side, her large breasts, supporting her enormous breasts, pressed together and becoming limp and bent.

"Sister's breasts are so soft..."

"Ah, I'm touching Remy's nipples..."

The two rubbed their breasts together, immersed in waves of pleasure. The way their beautiful, deformed breasts looked was indescribably lewd.

Koydo grasped her proud, large breasts and rubbed the tips against Remy's already hard, erect nipples.

"Ah!"

Koydo gasped sweetly, her breasts swelling as if something was stuffed inside. Stimulated by the erect nipples, the protrusions buried in her areolas suddenly emerged. Her nipples were a deep pink, almost the size of a thumb.

Koydo gripped the front of her breasts tightly, highlighting the swollen, pancake-shaped areolas and erect nipples, bending and pressing them together lewdly.

"Lick me...suck me..." Koido murmured in her sleep, her body bent over and her breath coming in gasps.

Remy cupped her large breasts from below and took the tip into her mouth.

*Sizzle—smack—*

"Ah...so good! Harder!"

Koido moaned as she moved slightly to suckle Remy's breast. Although her own nipple was being rotated in her mouth, she could still taste the areola—something only those with large breasts could do. Remy gently pressed her teeth against the thumb-sized nipple in her mouth and nibbled at it with a bit of force.

"Ugh! It hurts! Ouch!"

Koido couldn't help but release her lips from the pink flesh, letting out a scream. She instinctively tried to twist away, but Remy held onto her erect nipple without letting go. The full, voluminous flesh was stretched and extended, giving the impression of seeing a cow's udder.

After rubbing, sucking, and biting each other's nipples for a while, followed by a truly intense breast-fucking session, Koydo knelt down and pulled open her leather panties, revealing her private parts.

As she pulled them open, drops of hot love juice dripped down, and inside the open leather panties, two more red lips parted, exposing the inner walls of her flesh.

"I'm ready too..." Koydo murmured softly, slowly lowering her hips.

*Gurgle*

—two secret places, glistening with lustful nectar and bursting open, made a wet, intertwining sound.

"Ugh!"

"Mmm, ah..."

Remy, lying on her back, arched her body, while Koydo lowered her hips, the two beauties rubbing and rubbing their genitals together, their flesh walls overlapping, making a "gurgle, gurgle" sound as they intertwined. Their pale pink mucous membranes overflowed with love juice, and their clitoris bulged erect from the thin skin.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore! I'm coming, I'm coming..." Remy arched her back, convulsing uncontrollably.

"Ugh! Me too..."

At the same time, Koido also reached her first peak of climax, her slender body arching back against Remy, her ample breasts trembling violently.

"Ahhh..."

Koido gasped, collapsing beside Remy, the lingering pleasure of the orgasm still making their eyes glazed over, the two of them caressing each other with lingering desire.

Kyle, under the bed next door, watched this perverted and obscene scene in an extremely unnatural position.

(So stimulating, even lesbians are like this...)

Kyle, who was spying on others having sex—especially between women—did not feel guilty, but instead tried to suppress the intense lust rising between her legs, or rather, she was desperately suppressing the urge to play with her already erect penis.

(They didn't find me, no, no, even if they didn't find out, I can't do this...) Kyle thought, but it was just wishful thinking on his part.

Suddenly, Koido's face appeared in front of Kyle, who was curled up under the bed.

Seeing Kyle's surprised face, Koido jumped off the bed and smiled at him.

"Hi! Kyle, what are you doing here?" Koido tossed her long hair and said to him teasingly. Clearly, she knew Kyle was under the bed from the beginning.

"Ah, no, nothing, I, I just..."

"Come out first, who will think you're innocent if you stay here?" Koido urged. Kyle had no choice but to crawl outside. Indeed, staying under the bed didn't help his position.

Remy was startled. She hadn't expected that her good deed had been seen from beginning to end. She hurriedly covered her chest with the sheet, her panicked and confused eyes constantly shifting between Koido and Kyle.

"Um, I... I just came to see Remi, that's all..."

"So, you accidentally saw Remy looking embarrassed on the examination table..."

"No, no, I... I didn't see that, it's true!"

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