Space prostitute

"Beep, beep, beep, beep...

The alarm clock rang, and I groggily opened my eyes. It was 8:00 AM Earth time.
There's no sunrise or sunset on a spaceship; for operational convenience, the time on the USS Smith is synchronized with
NASA on Earth.

Still a little dizzy, I had to carefully get up from my bunk.
On the USS Smith, where artificial gravity is created through centrifugal rotation, the gravity is about 0.4g, which is slightly more than one-third of Earth's gravity
. If I got up the way I usually do, I might accidentally fall against the wall.

After sitting on the bed to clear my head a bit..." I sat down at the desk, wiped my face with a special towel, and
then as usual, reached for my makeup bag
in the drawer, only to find nothing. I couldn't help but laugh. Of course, cosmetics weren't allowed on the spaceship; even the slightest speck of dust could malfunction the
delicate instruments.

Stepping out of the room, I ran into Ben and Joanna. Ben was the medic on the USS Smith, and at 46, he was the oldest member of the crew on
this manned Mars mission. Although his hair was completely white for some reason, his good grooming made him
look much younger than his actual age. Joanna, petite with large eyes, was his
wife, 22 years his junior.

"Good morning," I said, stepping aside to let them pass.

Ben nodded and smiled at me, and while Joanna smiled politely back, I sensed
something was off about her expression. I think I understood why.

We went to the dining room together; almost everyone else was already there, enjoying their breakfast.

"Good morning, the weather's lovely today," pilot Mark greeted us with a joke that made everyone
laugh. He was a cheerful Indian, always wearing a smile. "Why are you still sitting here? Isn't it time for safety report?" Ban asked,

as if suddenly remembering something . 　　"Oh, the captain went in my place. She should be here soon." 　　I sat down in my seat, then glanced at Yumin, who was holding his tray and about to sit down . He immediately handed me his tray and went to get another breakfast. 　　"Thank you," I smiled sweetly at him, and he shrugged with a slightly helpless expression. 　　Then I glanced at Joseph, who was sitting diagonally in front of me. The young genius was, as usual, focused on his laptop screen, but as if sensing my gaze, he nodded politely . 　　Arthur, the African American, was leaning against the window with a cup of coffee, silently looking out. I curiously moved closer. 　　"Good morning, Arthur. Is there anything interesting outside?" 　　He turned to me with a smile. "No, nothing at all. It's just pitch black. Even if you could see Earth from this angle, at this distance, it would just be a slightly larger star." 　　"So you're leaning against the window just to look cool?" 　　Arthur laughed. "You know, even if I do nothing, I still..." 　　Just then, the restaurant door opened, and Captain Blanche walked in. The 31-year-old had neat, shoulder-length hair, and even in the microgravity of the spaceship, she maintained a proper posture, making it clear at a glance that she was a rigorously trained soldier. When she entered the restaurant, Mark and Ben, who were also soldiers, stood up as well. 　　"Please sit down." When Blanche said this, Arthur and I immediately returned to our seats, preparing to begin our daily routine breakfast meeting. 　　"Good morning, everyone. This is our 26th day on the Smith. I just reported to NASA on the ground that our trajectory is normal, and we are expected to reach Mars orbit on day 328 for landing . Now, let's go over today's task assignments." 　　Blanche opened her notebook: "Mark, please check the gauges on the instrument panel in the cockpit today . Once you've confirmed they're correct, report back to NASA. Ben, it's Joseph's turn for a physical exam today. I'll have him complete the workstation instrument checks by 1300 and then report to you. Arthur, it's your turn to clean the filter screen today. Please finish by 1400..." 　　After Blanche finished explaining everyone else's tasks for the day, she looked at me: 　　"Lily, it's the same for you today. Please assist with the cleaning of the mess hall and then remain on standby." 　　I nodded. 　　At 10:00 AM, I was exercising in the gym on the USS Smith. NASA mandates that we exercise for at least six hours a week to maintain normal bodily functions. However, there aren't many gym equipment available on the spaceship, and in the low- gravity environment, even I can easily lift 80-pound dumbbells. Therefore, we can only use specially designed treadmills and weight training equipment to maintain a certain level of exercise. 　　I'm the only person on this spaceship without daily routines, so I go to the gym almost every day ; you could say it's one of my routine tasks. An hour later, I returned to my quarters , took off my thin, close-fitting radiation protection suit, and carefully dried myself with a towel. 　　Although there are shower rooms on the spaceship, they aren't as convenient as on Earth. We simply use specially designed spray showerheads to wash ourselves and then air dry. Although all the water on the spaceship is recycled and filtered for reuse , to reduce resource waste, each person can only use it once a week in principle. 　　I was the only exception; I was allowed to use the showers after each "mission," but so far I hadn't performed any "missions," so I followed the same usage rules as everyone else. 　　After wiping myself down, I laboriously put on my well-fitting radiation suit. Although the Smith was designed to block all cosmic rays and ionizing radiation, NASA still recommended that we wear radiation-absorbing suits at all times, just in case. 　　Just then, my laptop beeped with a notification sound. It was a program For the sake of my crew...

This is my personal space, and the only people who can see this information are myself, the captain, and
Sandy, the psychologist I regularly contact on Earth.

I nervously opened my laptop; after all, this was the first time I'd received a "
mission" notification in almost a month since I boarded the spaceship. When I opened the program, a message appeared:

"Arthur, 1500."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, repeating this three times until my
heartbeat stabilized. Then I pressed the "agree" button. After replying to this message, the captain and Sandy
would know that I was about to carry out my first "mission."

Oh, and of course, Arthur would know too.

Half an hour before the mission was scheduled, I arrived at my "workshop," which was located in a
very inconspicuous corner of the spaceship. This was unavoidable, as it was a project decided
upon . It was a space of about 15 cubic meters, completely
covered from the floor and walls to the ceiling with sound-absorbing and vibration-damping padding, and topped with white artificial leather for added comfort, hence my name
"The White Room."

It looked a bit like the padded cells used to confine patients in a mental hospital. I had suggested to my superiors that the walls be changed to
pink , but the suggestion was rejected. They believed that white evoked a sense of peace and tranquility—truly
the thinking of a group of highly educated individuals with doctoral degrees.

I floated through several intersecting connecting pipes to the door of the White Room, which was deliberately designed
to be seamless and completely enclosed, so that no one could see inside from the outside. Once inside, I closed
the double-layered, vacuum-insulated door. Actually, this design was completely unnecessary; it was too far from any other cabin on the USS Smith
, so even if I shouted, no one would hear me.

Because it was designed in a relatively unimportant location, the white room had a gravity of only 0.1g
, one-tenth of Earth's gravity. After taking off my clothes, I
secured them to my waist with a special strap designed specifically for this room. Then I took out my toolbox, and thus I completed my preparations for the "mission."

At 3 PM sharp, the doorbell rang, and I pushed open the door. The tall Arthur crouched down and
squeezed in. When he saw me greeting him naked, he took a deep breath and exclaimed,

"Lily, your body is beautiful."
Hearing his sincere praise, I grinned.

This is my "mission." My name is Lily, I'm 26 years old, and I'm a sex worker for this manned Mars mission.

Yes, I'm a space prostitute.

****

About a year ago, I received an email from Youming, my junior high school classmate. My
impression of him can be summed up in two words: "freak." We were quite close in high school. He wasn't good at
interpersonal interactions , and I was a helpful class monitor. With my assistance, he managed to get through high school without
being ostracized.

We kept in touch after graduation until he went abroad for university. I heard that Yu-ming
was recruited by NASA because of his outstanding performance in chemical research. I didn't expect to receive another letter from him a few years later, but there wasn't
a single word from him. The letter was a job posting, listing more than a dozen requirements, but it didn't mention
the job at all, only providing a phone number.

When I called, I learned that NASA was recruiting sex
workers for a two-and-a-half-year manned Mars mission. I received the letter because
Yu-ming, who worked at NASA, recommended me. The person on the other end of the phone said that if I was willing to participate in the interview, they would
cover all my travel and accommodation expenses.

I considered it for a week, then called again. They arranged my flight
, and after two transfers and a flight of over ten hours, I arrived at the airport. Yuming was there to pick me up.

He rushed over excitedly as soon as he saw me, opening his arms for a friendly Western-style hug
. But I let go of my right hand holding the suitcase and punched him hard in the stomach.

"Ugh...w-why...?" Yuming looked at me in disbelief,
clutching .

"We haven't seen each other in years, and you actually introduced me to NASA as a prostitute? Are you an idiot?!" I clenched
my fist against his face.

"Uh...I'm sorry!"
"Hold this for me!"

He obediently pulled the suitcase behind me, then squeezed out in a trembling voice,
"Then...you could have just not come, why did you...?"
I turned and glanced at him.

"Because it sounds like fun, is that okay?"

Originally

, I was just doing it for fun, but after a series of tests and interviews, I turned out to be
the only volunteer left for training. After nine months of intensive physical and academic training, I officially became
a member of the manned Mars mission.

The manned Mars mission is a mission to colonize Mars and establish a habitable space station.
Because the entire mission will take nearly two and a half years, for the physical and mental health of the astronauts,
NASA, based on the evaluation and suggestions of many scientists, doctors, and psychologists, decided to add a sex
worker to the manned Mars mission.

Of course, this plan was kept completely secret. After all, spending nearly a million dollars in taxes just to send a
prostitute into space would definitely be protested by conservatives. Therefore, I was nominally the team's psychologist and
physical therapist, although I did have the relevant qualifications and work experience.

As for the nearly one million dollars I mentioned, that included my training and equipment costs. My personal
salary , while not that much, was still several times my original annual salary.

In the three months leading up to the manned Mars mission, the eight crew members, including myself and Yuming, underwent simulation
training. A week prior, I was taken to the International Space Station above Earth for a simulated sex training session with real people in space before
departure .

My partner was a muscular Italian man. We were in a weightless room,
our bodies secured together with specially designed straps, and then we made love under the observation of numerous scientists (through cameras, of course).

He was a professional adult film actor, and he very professionally guided me, entering my body and starting to make love. However, he stopped after
only 5 minutes because the Italian actor's heart rate had reached 200 beats per minute, and
he was so dizzy that he almost vomited. After all, he had only undergone about two weeks of weightless simulation training.

After the staff entered the room and wrapped me in a large towel, my personal
psychologist Sandy, asked me anxiously through the microphone, "Lily, are you alright?"

"You guys aren't filming, are you? If you dare do that, I'll kill myself right now!"

****

Back four months later, in the white room on the Smith, I helped Arthur remove his protective suit
and then secured the elastic straps around his waist. These straps had magnets at the other end, allowing them to
adhere to the walls of the white room and prevent us from floating around in the low gravity.

I had Arthur lie face down on the floor and began to massage him. Before going to space, I worked as a masseur, so
massaging people was my specialty. This physical contact also helped ease the awkwardness between us.

I massaged Arthur's back muscles with varying pressure, and with my movements, Arthur let out comfortable breaths.

"You've worked hard; cleaning those filters must have been tiring," I said.
“Yeah, it takes a full three hours, thankfully it only happens once every two months.”

Arthur was a lean, muscular Black man. He had been an excellent long-distance runner since high school and had
the opportunity to represent his country in the Olympics, but he applied to NASA to become an astronaut to fulfill his childhood dream.

“Every boy has dreamed of being an astronaut,” he said with a smile.

Then I had him turn over and lie on his back. He was a little shy and didn’t dare to look me in the eye. I glanced at his
large, black penis, which was already much larger than average even when it wasn’t erect, and was secretly shocked, but I still pretended to be calm
and continued to massage him, from his pectoral muscles, biceps, triceps, and slowly down to his thigh muscles.

In a low-gravity environment, bodily fluids tend to concentrate in the head, making it difficult for men to achieve an erection. But even
so, with the kneading of my hands, Arthur’s huge penis gradually hardened.

“This must be the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
“No, actually it performs better on Earth.” This made us both laugh.

“Then let’s begin,” I said.
"Thank you." Arthur nodded.

Then I fastened our waist ties together, took out lubricant from the toolbox, and
applied some to my genitals and Arthur's penis. Then I straddled Arthur, holding his penis, and slowly guided him
into my body.

"They say...making love in space is difficult...so they suggest I take the lead...oh my god
...it's so hard..."

Seeing my slightly strained expression, Arthur said worriedly, "If it really doesn't work, uh, don't force it
..."

"Ha...then why did your waist...pinch?"
"Haha...I'm also having a hard time holding back, trying not to grab you."

I took his hand and placed it on my waist.
"Come on...don't hold back...uh!"

As soon as he heard me say that, he forcefully pulled my body towards him, and his entire thick penis,
with the help , entered my body without any resistance.

"Ahhh! You...why are you suddenly so forceful..." I was in so much pain that I almost cried.
"I'm...sorry...I got too excited..." Arthur said through gritted teeth.

Seeing his flushed face, I knew it was due to excessive excitement causing a rush of blood to his head. So I
lay on top of him, gently stroking him to calm him down. He mimicked my movements, wrapping his arms around me and stroking
my back. The white room completely isolated us from outside sounds, making it incredibly quiet. The only sounds in the space were
our breathing, gradually slowing down.

But his penis, still inside me, continued to swell, stretching deep into my vagina. I involuntarily opened
my mouth stuck out my tongue. Arthur turned and kissed me directly. We kissed intimately, feeling numb and
powerless all over. In this situation, it was impossible for me to take the initiative.

Arthur grabbed my waist and tried to move a few times, but whenever he exerted even a little force, we would both float into
the air , making it impossible to proceed smoothly. So I untied the belt, stood up, took two bracelets from the toolbox, put them on
my wrists, and let the magnets on the bracelets stick to the wall, indicating that Arthur should enter me from behind.

"Don't be too rough... otherwise I'll be thrown off my feet..." I said.
"Okay, though it's a bit much," Arthur said with a smile.

Arthur stood behind me, and under my guidance, fastened the belts around our waists. Then he lifted my
hips and inserted his thick penis into me again.

"Ahhh... so tight... ooh... slower, slower... ah!"
"Lily... you're too tight... huff..."

Arthur gripped my belt tightly with both hands, thrusting slowly and powerfully, each thrust reaching its deepest point. This
stimulation made my whole body go weak, and I almost couldn't stand up. But this level of sex was obviously not enough for Arthur.
He pressed me against the wall, and the magnets on my waist also stuck to the wall, fixing me in place
.

He tightened the straps binding us, so Arthur and I were tightly tied together. His arms
encircled me, gripping my breasts. Arthur, usually so polite to me, had completely transformed into a beast,
biting my neck and leaving kisses while thrusting his hips rapidly and powerfully.

"Ahhh! This...it's too rough...I'm floating in mid-air..."
"Don't worry, I'll hold you tight."
"No...it's too stimulating...my body can't take it...ahhh..."

I was pinned to the wall, my legs dangling in the air as he thrust in and out. Since our weight was practically on the ground...
One-tenth of the way, so Arthur had to hold me tightly to avoid being thrown off by his own reaction force. I was pressed
so tightly I could hardly breathe, but I didn't feel uncomfortable at all; instead, I was so excited I almost fainted.

"Arthur... I can't take it anymore... Please... give me your semen..."
"Huff... Huff... Okay... I'm coming! Oh!"
"Ugh!!!"

Arthur let out a low growl, gripping me tightly and thrusting at an incredible speed, making me
groan . Finally, he thrust in as deep as he could, his penis convulsing as he ejaculated inside me. Afterward, he still
held me tightly for a while, leaving his still-erect penis inside me, enjoying the afterglow of sex.

After a while, I deactivated the magnet, loosened the restraints around Arthur's and my waists, and took out wet wipes
to wipe our bodies down, helping to cool us down, because the low gravity environment would affect the body's perspiration mechanism
. After cleaning each other, we put our clothes back on.

"If this were on Earth, I would definitely take you out for dinner next," Arthur
said as he dressed.

"You mean, you'd take a prostitute out to dinner after the transaction?"
Arthur chuckled. "Haha... no, no, no, I've never bought sex."

"Then don't treat me like your date. This is my job. Please respect my professionalism."
I smiled at him, which made him understand, and he nodded in acknowledgment.

"Thank you for your service. I'm very satisfied."
"Thank you for your praise."

Yes, this was the mental preparation Sandy had repeatedly given me before we set off. This is my job, my mission. I
am a sex worker. Maintaining this stance is good for me and the rest of the team. Of course, it's not
easy.

****

Two days later, I carried out my second mission, this time with the driver, Mark.

"Oh? So I wasn't the first one to come to you?"
"Ha, does that matter?"
"Tell me quickly, who else has come to you?"
"Mark, you're challenging my professional ethics," I said with a grin.

"Is it Ben? Oh no, he'd probably get chopped to pieces by Joanna. It can't be Yuming either, that kid's scared of you
half to death. Joseph? I suspect he only wants to have sex with his laptop. Could it be Arthur? Oh no! It can't
be him!"

"Hahaha! Why do you say that?"
"I've seen his thing, it's terrifying. Compared to him, mine is practically a toothpick."

I couldn't stop laughing at his antics. Mark was the team's clown, always cracking jokes to make everyone happy, but
I'd also seen his focused expression while driving, a stark contrast to his usual self.

As we chatted and laughed, we lay naked on the white room floor. I gently
serviced him with my hands, and with the stimulation of my fingers, Mark's self-proclaimed "toothpick" gradually swelled.

"I think this size is just right."
"Oh, so you've seen Arthur's big one."
I grinned slyly and gripped his erect penis tightly.

"Are you going to keep talking about Arthur's big thing, or get down to business?"
"Oh, I think we can continue talking about whether male erectile function in zero gravity is positively correlated with female
breast size..."

I rolled my eyes at him, then stood up, pinned my hands to the wall, and stuck my butt out towards him. This
finally made Mark shut his mouth and insert his penis into me.

"Oh... this feels so good..."
"Yeah... I can almost feel Arthur's body temperature from inside you."
"God! Mark, you bastard!"

****

"Lily, it's your turn for a physical examination today. Please report to Dr. Ban at 1000." At the breakfast
meeting, Captain Blanche said to me in a serious tone.

When the time came, I went to the infirmary where Dr. Ban worked to report to him. Then he had me sit in a chair and
put many measuring patches on my body to check whether my various physical indicators were normal.

He glanced at the data displayed on the instrument and then said to me,
"I think you've already completed at least three 'missions,' haven't you?"
"Huh?" I looked at the screen in surprise. "This thing can even tell that?"

"Hahaha, how could it? Of course I was just guessing."
I puffed out my cheeks and glared at him.
"Looks like I guessed right." Ben smiled and winked at me.

Faced with this old man's teasing, I couldn't help but want to return the favor. After he finished the tests and told
me that all my vital signs were normal, I gave him a flirty wink before leaving:

"If you need me to complete any 'missions,' you're welcome anytime. I promise I won't let Joanna know."
"There will be an opportunity." Ben, sitting in his chair, nodded at me.

After lunch, I returned to my dorm room and turned on my laptop. I noticed the task notifications flashing on my taskbar. I
couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that Ben was still a man after all. So I opened the program, and a message notification appeared:

"Blanche, 1900"

... Huh?

I

was making preparations in the white room, and I have to admit I was a little nervous. But when it was already
7:05 , the doorbell still hadn't rung. I was a bit confused. Captain Blanche was a
very meticulous person, with high standards for herself, and she meant what she said. It was hard to imagine her being late.

So I pushed open the door and found Blanche standing there. With her usual stern expression,
she said,

"Hello, Lily, may I come in?"
"Y-Of course, please come in."

After Blanche entered the room, I closed the door. She maintained her upright posture, which made me a little
uneasy . Then it suddenly occurred to me, had she been standing there like that for five minutes?

We stood there in silence for almost half a minute. Blanche never looked at me directly. I thought...
Unable to maintain this stalemate any longer, I said,

"Captain..." "
Just call me Blanche," Blanche said in a low voice.
"Uh, yes!"

The atmosphere in the room became even more tense. I looked at her, somewhat confused, but Blanche kept her eyes fixed
straight ahead, avoiding my gaze. After a while, I noticed her facial muscles twitch slightly,
as if she was trying to smile, but without success. Then, a blush spread across her cheeks.

"Blanche... are you nervous?"
Hearing me say that, her face turned even redder, which made me laugh.
"I'm sorry, Lily... I don't know what to do."
"Then let me give you a massage."

As I spoke, I approached her and placed my hands on her shoulders. Suddenly, she turned around, put her arms around
the back of my neck, and kissed me. I stared at her in surprise, while Blanche became quite excited, pressing me against
the wall and passionately kissing me, while also tightly gripping my hands, which made me somewhat flustered.

Blanche extended her tongue, exploring, and I involuntarily opened my mouth, letting her warm tongue
swirl freely within. After a while, the grip on my hand loosened, so I released it, gently placing my hands
on her waist to help her relax. She then pulled me close, and I responded by wrapping my arms around her waist.

After a long while, she finally released my mouth, but her hands remained tightly around me.
"I'm sorry... Lily, I... this is the first time... I don't know what to do."

I was quite surprised to see her tearful, bewildered expression. The usually resolute
and masculine captain had become like a little girl in front of me. So I smiled at her, gently stroking her bangs
.

"It's alright, Blanche, let me serve you, okay?"
"Hmm..."
"But you might have to let go of me first, I'm a little breathless from your hug."
"I-I'm sorry!"

After she released me, I gently took off her protective suit. Blanche was half a head taller than me
, and as a soldier, she had developed a very strong body. Her taut abdomen and well-defined thighs made me exclaim
in admiration:

"Blanche, your body is so beautiful."
"I-I've never been seen like this before."
"So I'm the first person allowed to admire your naked body, that's great."

Blanche smiled shyly, which made the atmosphere between us more relaxed. Then I had her sit down and
started massaging her from her shoulders and neck. I skillfully pressed the acupoints on her neck, finally allowing her tense
body to gradually relax.

"Phew... thank you... Lily, your massage technique is really good."
"Because it's my profession," I said.

Then I leaned against her back and grasped her small, taut breasts. She was startled and flinched
, but didn't push my hands away.

"Next... this is also my specialty."
I gently caressed her breasts, kissing her from her shoulder to her neck while observing her reaction. Blanche frowned
, biting her lip to keep herself from making a sound.

"Don't hold back... it's okay... no one will hear if you make a sound..."
The reserved Blanche kept her mouth tightly shut, so I increased the intensity of my kisses, licking
the sensitive area behind her ear with my tongue.

"Lily... you, you're so bad..."

Blanche let out a whimpering gasp, which made me want to tease her even more. So I nibbled on her earlobe
while gently pinching her already erect nipples with my fingers. This teasing finally made Blanche, who had reached her limit, break down
and let out a moan that was almost a cry.

"Ah!!! Ah... Ah... Lily... Please... Don't do this..."
"Don't? But your body doesn't seem to be saying that..."

I increased the pressure of my kneading, while my other hand reached down. She tried to squeeze her thighs together
to stop . Normally, Blanche's thighs would have been strong enough to break my arm
, but now she couldn't stop my fingers from going in.
When , I couldn't help but chuckle in her ear:

"Oh my god... My beloved captain... You weren't wet since you were standing outside, were you?"
"Ugh... I want to die..."
"Hehe... Is it so good you're about to die?"

Blanche rolled over and snuggled into my arms, like a wounded little animal, resting her head
on my chest and sobbing softly. This pitiful posture aroused my maternal instincts. I gently wiped away her
tears of embarrassment with my fingers and kissed her forehead.

"Leave everything to me... okay?"
"...Mmm."

I took out a pillow and had her lie against the wall. I knelt beside her, kissing her breasts while
gently rubbing her clitoris with one hand. With my movements, she arched her back and let out a soft moan.

When I tried to use my mouth on her, Blanche frantically grabbed me:
"Please, Lily... I... I'm not ready yet..."

So I decided to save that for another time. I inserted a finger into her body and gently
rubbed it , but Blanche's reaction was more intense than I expected. She arched her back, trembling and screaming.

"Ahhh!!!"
"Does it hurt?"
"No... no... it feels good..."

So I boldly increased the pressure slightly, stimulating the inside of her vagina with my fingertip. Blanche moaned wantonly with my
movements . I pressed down on her thighs to prevent her body's reaction from affecting my actions. Watching her
excitedly toss her hair and twist her waist and hips with my stimulation gave me a great sense of accomplishment, as it was my first time serving a woman.

"Lily...I want to touch your body too...is that okay?"
"Of course you can," I replied with a smile.

She reached out and grasped my breast, and as I stimulated her, her grip tightened, which
excited me as well.

I leaned down and kissed her, and Blanche immediately hugged me tightly. We held each other tightly, kissing
each 's nipples or caressing each other's genitals. Under my guidance, Blanche went from shy to
proactive, freely kneading my breasts and buttocks, licking and kissing my neck as I had done for her.

This lovemaking lasted for nearly an hour. Afterwards, we lay together on the cushioned floor.
Blanche nestled in my arms, and I gently stroked her firm skin, enjoying the intimate atmosphere.

"Lily... I should probably go back now..."
"Mm..."

We stood up, and after I dried her off, Blanche, once dressed, seemed to revert to
the serious and unsmiling captain. So I lightly kissed her cheek.

"You're welcome to come see me anytime, okay?"
"Thank you, Lily."

As she turned away, she added, "Don't let anyone know about today's events, okay?"
"Yes, Captain."
She turned back and gave me a smile.

Back in my dorm room, I turned on my laptop, ready to start writing today's work log. Every team member was
required to write a daily work log and report it to the Captain; it was a very important part of the job. Of course
, I didn't need to explain in my log which positions I used during sex today.

After thinking for a moment, I wrote in today's work log:

"1900, Blanche, a wonderful time."

****

"What are you doing?" I leaned against Yuming's chair, feeling a little bored. He was facing the computer screen, processing
some chemical analysis data that I couldn't understand at all.

"It might take me two hours to explain all this to you... Lily! Don't touch that!
Those are culture flasks for observing algae growth in space!"

I quickly pulled my hand back, then sat down on a chair nearby, resting my chin on my hand as I looked at Yuming. On
the Smith , there were many complex tests, experiments, and maintenance tasks to be performed every day. Right now, Arthur was
wearing a spacesuit and inspecting the cockpit's outer shell.

But I didn't have such routine work. Although I, like the crew members, had received
training in piloting and instrument testing, unless all the other crew members were eaten by aliens, I probably wouldn't have a chance to do these kinds
of work.

I was often on standby, and what I did most often was visit Yuming. He spent most of his day
in his lab, diligently conducting various chemical experiments in preparation for the upcoming Mars landing operation.

"Hey, why was I the one chosen for this job?"
"Because you passed the interview, right?" He continued looking at the screen, answering me without turning his head.

"The thing is, there were 124 people who applied. I peeked at some of the applications, and there were
so many people prettier and with better figures than me, even famous actresses applied. Why did I get this
job ?"

He glanced at me, then turned away again.

"We chose you."
"What?"
"I mean, you were the one the other seven members of our team decided on.
After , they gave us the final sixteen candidates to vote on, and we unanimously decided that you would take on
this job."

I suddenly realized, that made sense. After all, we were going to be spending almost three years together in space, so it was reasonable for the team members to
decide the final choice.

"Hey, why did you recommend me in the first place?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to be an astronaut?"
"Huh? Did I say that?"
Yuming looked up at me.

"You complained to me about how your large breasts bothered you, and said that if you were an astronaut, you
wouldn't be affected by gravity and your breasts wouldn't sag when you got old."
"Oh my god, you actually remember that joke."

I vaguely remember saying something like that, but it was just something I casually mentioned when I was a kid. And
talking to Yuming about breast issues means I didn't really see him as a man.
After he finished speaking, he turned back to his experiment, which made me want to tease him a little.

"Hey, we've been in space for almost two months now, why haven't you come to see me?"
I leaned against the back of his chair and whispered in his ear.
"Don't do that! It tickles! I have my own way of dealing with it!"

"You mean watching porn?"
"I have something even better." Yuming smiled smugly.
"What is it? Tell me!"

After finishing his work, he led me to a small room next door. In the center of the room was
a dental chair that looked like it was used for dental work, with many electronic instruments around it.

"What's this?"
"Before deciding to use you, a few colleagues and I designed this machine. It uses a cutting-edge electronic simulation
system and neural conduction stimulation to help astronauts relieve their sexual needs. I named it 'Linda'!"
"You named a machine? Seriously, you're crazy!"

I glanced at it. Next to the chair was a helmet-like device connected to several different
components; it looked pretty impressive.

"Since you have this, why not just use it?"
"Because everything is still in the testing phase. After all, directly stimulating the cerebral cortex through neural conduction carries
certain risks, so this project is temporarily on hold."

"So you use this to solve your problems?"
"Yeah, want to try it?"
"You used it and you want me to use it? Dirty! Disgusting! Perverted!"
"N-no, no! The components for men and women are different! And I always thoroughly clean and disinfect them!"

I bit my lower lip and hesitated for a moment. Life in space was so boring, so seeing something new and
interesting was undeniably appealing. I decided to get ready to sit on the machine.

"Wait! You have to take off all your clothes before using this machine, otherwise it will affect the efficiency of nerve conduction."
"What did you say?!"

I glared at him, then picked up the disinfectant spray and carefully sprayed the entire machine. After that,
I took off my clothes. After several missions, I was quite used to being naked in front of others.
Yuming maintained a calm expression, his eyes fixed on my chest.

He helped me sit on the machine and then fastened the buckles on the armrests to my arms.
"Wait, why are you tying me up?"

"Don't be nervous, this is just a safety measure to prevent you from getting injured if you move too much during the process.
There's a red button on your right. Just press it, and the machine will stop working, and these buckles will also untie."

Then he secured my thighs and installed the female device between my legs.
During this process, he kept staring at my genitals, completely unaware that I was staring at him.

Finally, he put the full-face helmet on my head. This thing was lighter than I expected. Oh well, it's
in space after all. The inside of the helmet was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, which made me start to get nervous.

"Hey, are you done yet? This is scary."
"Almost done, almost done." Yuming helped me adjust the back of the chair to a comfortable angle.

"Okay, 'Linda No. 5' first female human experiment, countdown, three, two, one!"
"What?! You mean this thing... Ah!!!"

When I heard Youming press the start button, a dazzling flash suddenly appeared before my eyes. After a while
, I seemed to be teleported to a room. I looked around and it looked like a middle school girl's bedroom,
with a desk and bookshelves nearby. I was in the center of the room, lying on a comfortable bed.

Then, a handsome naked man with blond curly hair, a high nose, and thick eyebrows appeared beside me
. He lay down next to me, gently stroking my hair.

He flirted with me in my ear, and after a while, he kissed me. When he put his tongue into my mouth,
the whole scene flickered, and at the same time, his hands rubbed my breasts. I involuntarily trembled all over.

(This is fake! This is fake!)

I kept telling myself that this was just stimulating my cerebral cortex to give me
the feeling of being kissed and touched, like a wet dream. I wanted to resist, but as if programmed, I passionately
responded to the blond man's kiss and guided him to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers.

He skillfully engaged in foreplay, making me almost forget that this was just a dream created by a machine
. But when he parted my thighs and entered me, I really felt something being inserted into my
vagina .

"Ah! Yu-Yu-Ming, what is that?! Something... is coming in... ah!"

With the blond man's movements, the unidentified object inside my lower body also moved in and out. I
knew that the scene was fake, but the sensation inside my vagina was real, and that thing seemed to emit a very slight electric shock,
making the inside of my vagina even more sensitive.

"Stop, stop... uh... oh my god... no... it's disgusting..."

No matter how much I resisted in my heart, in this simulated dream, this "me" was happily twisting my waist and
swaying my hips to meet the other's movements, while the thing inside me arbitrarily teased the sensitive folds inside my vagina,
forcibly stimulating me to gain pleasure.

"No... Ah!... This... is too weird..."

The blond handsome man lifted my right thigh and penetrated me further into my body in a side-lying position. I could only submit to his control as if it were
programmed , completely unable to resist. He thrust in and out at will, the foreign object inside my vagina
churning and even rotating deep within my body.

"I... I'm going to die... Please... Stop... Ahh!!"

Just as I was on the verge of my limit, almost collapsing and crying out, "Whoosh!" the image disappeared, and
the foreign object inside me retracted. I heard my own heavy breathing, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Then my hood was removed, and Yuming looked at me with concern. When the clasps securing my hands and feet came off
, I collapsed so limply that I almost fell off the chair, but thankfully Yuming quickly caught me.

"Lily! Are you... are you alright?"
"Hey! Didn't I say stop?" I said breathlessly.
"I wanted to say... the emergency stop button was right next to you... you didn't press it... so I..."
"You just stood there watching?"

I glared at him fiercely. Youming lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at me, while his crotch was erect
. I grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the room.

"Whoa! Lily, where are you taking me?"

I ignored him, dragging him all the way to the white room. After opening the door, I threw him inside. He looked at me in
panic . After taking out the toolbox, I roughly stripped off his clothes. During this process
, Youming didn't dare to resist at all, letting me handcuff his hands and feet and fix him to the floor.

"Lily, I'm sorry! I was wrong! What are you going to do?"
I gripped his still hard penis tightly.
"I want to rape you!"

Youming screamed when I straddled him and swallowed his cock into my body. My pussy, which was so sensitive and moist from being teased by
the machine was now extremely tight, but I completely ignored his feelings. Rather than the urge to beat him
up, what I needed to solve now was my strong desire that was aroused by the machine but could not be satisfied at all.

I tightened the belt around his waist and used my pussy to swallow the cock as much as I wanted. After several experiences, I
was able to skillfully use the equipment to have sex in a low-gravity environment. Youming moaned along with my movements, his expression
seemed be one of pain and pleasure.

"Ah...ah...how are you doing? Are you comfortable?" I swung my waist vigorously and moved my cock up and down.
"Ah! Ah! It's very, very comfortable..."
"You think I'm trying to make you feel good?!"

"Ahhh! No, no! It's uncomfortable... Ahhh!!!"
"You said I made you uncomfortable?! Huh?!"
"I, I don't know... Ahhh!!!"

I writhed on top of him frantically. Yuming finally couldn't take the stimulation anymore and was forced
to ejaculate by my forceful grip. But my body was still not satisfied, and I continued to writh after he ejaculated.

"Ugh... Lily... I, I can't take it anymore! This is too stimulating! Ahhh!"

Having lost my mind, I completely disregarded his feelings, only wanting to satisfy my thirsty
little hole with his still hard penis. Even seeing Yuming's painful and distorted expression gave me a strange pleasure. I don't know how much time passed,
but finally after I brought myself to my fifth orgasm, I collapsed beside him, completely exhausted.

During this process, it seemed that Yuming was also forced to ejaculate by me more than once. Was it three or four times? I was
confused . Looking at his miserable state, almost foaming at the mouth, a pang of guilt welled up inside me,
but I couldn't possibly apologize to him.

"Oh my god... I'm exhausted..."
"I... I feel like I'm really dying..." Yuming said weakly.

After resting for about ten minutes, I helped Yuming put on his clothes. He seemed to be in great pain, clutching
his stomach, and struggled to walk out of the room step by step.

"I'll write in today's log that you came to see me, understand?"
"Yes, sir." Yuming said with a wry smile.

****

On the 83rd day on the Smith, I finally received Joseph's mission request, so I went to the white room with high
expectations , waiting for his arrival.

When I saw him appear in front of me holding an Apple laptop, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my god, Joseph, I thought they were joking. I didn't realize you really love your laptop. You
don't sleep with it all the time, do you?"

Joseph smiled shyly. He was the youngest member of the team on this mission, having earned
his degree from Harvard University at the age of 16. It's said that when NASA recruited him, he only asked for one thing: that he could take his Apple laptop with him
to .

Because he skipped grades throughout his education, it more or less affected his interpersonal relationships. But unlike that
freak shy smile made it impossible not to like him. This kind of person
was also a super genius with an IQ of 200, which made me like him a lot—the kind of liking you have for cute animals.

"Sister Lily, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
"Huh?!"

I was startled. If there was a problem that this genius couldn't solve, it must be a terrifyingly
difficult problem. He lowered his head shyly again, so I said,

"Could you take off your clothes first? Also, please put the laptop aside."
"Ah? Y-yes!"

He hurriedly took off his clothes, revealing his fair and slender young body. Then he
folded the laptop and clothes and put them aside, and shyly knelt on the floor like me.

"Do you have to take off your clothes before entering this room?"
"No, I just want to see your body."

My words made his face turn red with embarrassment, a reaction that pleased me greatly. Perhaps it's because of
this job that I've become much more lecherous than before.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
"What does it feel like when a woman's breasts are touched?"
I tried not to laugh. Oh my god, this question is too cute.

"Joseph, have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"N-no, I've only ever watched porn, so I really don't understand."
"What do you want to know?"

"I know the nerve distribution in the nipples, and I know that stimulation can give women pleasure, but
what I don't understand is why it seems that just kneading the breasts without stimulating the nipples can also make women feel pleasure
? But when I touch myself, I don't feel that way, which really confuses me."

I looked at Joseph's serious expression; he didn't seem to be joking. It seemed that today's task was a sex education
lesson .

"Okay, I understand your question, but this question can't be explained by words alone; it needs to be
demonstrated through practice, okay?"

"Okay!"

I moved slightly, sitting closer to him.
"Then first, put your hands on my breasts."
"Okay, okay!"

He nervously reached out and placed his hands on my breasts, and like all men, when a woman agrees to let them place their
hands on her breasts, a man's hands will never just touch them; they will definitely hold them tightly.

"How do you feel?"
"Very, very full."
"Try rubbing it, okay?"

He kneaded my breasts a little shyly, but Joseph's shy and cute expression was more
pleasing to me than his actions.

"You know what? When you rub my breasts, what really feels is my genitals."
"Is, is that so?"

I took his left hand and placed it between my legs for him to feel. As he kneaded, the muscles in my
genitals twitched and heated up.

"Do you understand now?"
"I see! I, I think I understand!" Joseph's eyes widened, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Any other questions?"
"Sister Lily, I... can I continue touching you?"
"Of course you can." I said with a smile.

He rubbed my breasts with abandon, and I moaned with pleasure as he did so. His young penis
became erect in front of me without any cover.

When I reached out to grasp his penis, he was startled.

"Sister Lily, I, I'm still a virgin."
"Hmm, I know."
"The first time, I... I wanted to do it with someone I like, so... so..."

I gasped, then pounced on Joseph. He looked at me in a panic, but his hands
remained on my chest.

"Is this the first time too?" I touched his lips, and Joseph nodded shyly.
"Then, I'm going to take your first kiss." Without giving him a chance to speak, I immediately kissed
him tightly.

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