Dark War 1-3

The Hidden War
Author: daiwurui Published on: sexinsex on 2013/12/08 Words: 9154
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I suddenly had an idea to write something. I don't usually have much time, so updates might be slow. I spent all day writing today, finishing the initial setup. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it gets easier afterward. I hope my writing will satisfy everyone.
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For example, some people are born with internal energy to strengthen their bodies. Based on the properties of this energy and its interaction with the body's meridians, various internal martial arts techniques are created. Research has also found that sperm and eggs are provided by those who possess internal martial arts, thus greatly increasing the probability that their offspring will also possess internal martial arts, with a chance of producing a genius. Of course, the greater chance is that they will be completely useless. Others are born able to absorb free energy from the outside world. By controlling the release of this energy according to their own adapted attributes, magic is formed. Most people are adapted to one energy attribute, although there is a very low probability of mutation leading to an all-attribute magician.
Still others can control their internal energy to stimulate the growth of their ancient genes, achieving a phenomenon of atavism and gaining power far exceeding that of humans, even possessing simple control over a single energy source—this is what constitutes a beast-like human. Based on race, there are currently six categories of evolved superhumans in the world: Yellow-skinned people who use energy to enhance themselves are called internal energy users, and those who can project their energy are called cultivators; White-skinned people who use energy to enhance themselves can evolve into angels and demons (vampires), and those who can project their energy are called magicians; Black-skinned people who use energy to enhance themselves can evolve into various beastmen, such as the Sphinx, and those who project their energy are wizards, capable of casting curses and summoning powerful protective spirit beasts.
Therefore, at birth, the hospital will determine your suitable profession, position, and potential.
My name is Pingfan (Ordinary), because from birth, apart from having a high level of mental strength, I didn't have any special talents, nor could I control energy. However, the testing machine said I had a high aptitude for computer control, so from birth I was immersed in various computer hardware programming. As I grew, my talent came to fruition. Because my mental strength was so great that I basically didn't need to sleep, I became the youngest Minister of Information in the country. However, because there were a few old fogies in the Ministry of Information, although I was the minister, I had no real say in the ministry. I mainly focused on product development. Because the old fogies still believe I threaten their position, I was assigned to a very "important" position on the front lines of the Space Development Force.
Since space development often faces resistance from extraterrestrial intelligent beings, the troops need to fight on the front lines. Generally, except for forces that pose a significant threat to humanity, each state handles these matters on its own. I belong to the logistics department of the Central State Development Frontline Team—the Recovery Center. Frontline soldiers are in a state of high-intensity combat for extended periods, so the unit stipulates a one-month rest period each year to recover from physical and mental fatigue. Due to technological advancements and human evolution, unless one dies, even the most severe injuries heal quickly. Even if you only have a living brain, returning to the medical center and rebuilding your body only takes six hours.
The remaining time is for alleviating your mental fatigue, which requires coming to the center I manage—the Recovery Center. This is a high-tech product that can guide your mind through preset scenarios in your sleep according to your established settings. For example, you can choose a book like *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, and in your dream you'll become Yang Guo, experiencing his love with Xiaolongnu. You can choose a movie like *The Lord of the Rings*, and you'll become a hobbit, embarking on a journey to destroy the Ring. You can even choose a TV series like *Empresses in the Palace*, and you'll become Zhen Huan, experiencing a series of power struggles. If you commit suicide, the dream will end. The length of the dream can be preset, but according to scientific calculations, it takes at least a month to fully recover mentally, so everyone sleeps for a month unless there are special circumstances. During this time, the person's body is entirely controlled by the sleep pod, including the delivery of nutrient solution and physical activity. If the equipment malfunctions, the person inside will certainly die. So, although it's the front line of war, my safety is arguably the highest in the entire team, because I'm the only one in the entire control center.
Chapter 1: Sleep Victim.
With excitement and unease, I arrived at the door of a sleep pod numbered 33, because inside slept a great beauty, the number one beauty of the Fourth Combat Team's cultural troupe—Michelle. I often see her photos on the military's online network. Looking at her captivating eyes, sexy lips, and voluptuous figure, I can't help but have impure thoughts. Since human reproduction has become completely mechanized and programmed, the desire to have sex must be pursued through one's own abilities. Although I am a minister, I have neither power nor ability, so I can only rely on other methods to solve my physiological needs. Anyone who comes to the front lines, even the worst beauty in the performing arts troupe, could easily take me down, so I don't even have the opportunity to rape. But even if I did, I wouldn't dare. Zhongzhou still respects human rights; if rape is proven, you're immediately executed, no matter how excellent your genes are.
But today, I finally got an opportunity. I assigned the modified Warehouse 33 to Michelle via computer because I changed the consciousness connection helmet inside from wired to wireless. Although the effective range of wireless is only 100 meters from the main unit, this is why I chose Warehouse 33—because the first 100 wards are all on the first floor of the main unit, which is also the first floor of my control room. I opened the hatch, and Michelle lay quietly on the bed, a captivating smile playing on her lips, drifting in a sweet dream. I dared not touch her now, for the mainframe was monitoring her every move. If it were recorded and those old fogies on Earth got hold of it, I'd be dead.
I gently stroked the ring of what appeared to be decorative protrusions on the helmet, pressing the 22nd one in sequence. The helmet lit up, and the connection between it and the hatch snapped off. I knew I had succeeded; Michelle's state was frozen at the moment the helmet disconnected, stored in the mainframe. Then I picked up Michelle, whom I had longed for. A beautiful fragrance filled my nostrils. I took a deep, greedy breath, a smug smile spreading across my face: "Baby, for the next 20 days, you're mine!"
I returned to the control room, placed Michelle on the bed, and lifted her body so she lay face up in my arms. I carefully admired her face. As expected of the most beautiful woman in the Fourth Combat Team's cultural troupe, her features were absolutely perfect, and her small, red lips made me want to kiss her. Her hair was very long, reaching her waist, very black and very smooth, with a delicate fragrance. What a beauty! I couldn't help but kiss her lips. So soft, so sweet! I kissed and sucked, and finally I simply stuck my tongue into her mouth, licking her saliva.
This was my first time kissing a woman, and I never expected it to be under such circumstances, but I was already very satisfied. After a long while, I reluctantly pulled away from her lips. After my frantic sucking, there was still a little saliva on the corners of her mouth. I took out a tissue and gently wiped it clean for her. Then I began to admire her as a whole.
She was tall and slender, about 1.7 meters. She wore only a thin, light green nightgown, her legs were perfectly straight and white, and her smooth, delicate feet were barefoot. Seeing those small, exquisite feet, I couldn't help but drool. I don't know when it started, but I became obsessed with women's feet. I used to frequently look at pictures of beautiful women's feet online, and every time I saw a beautiful foot, I wished I could cut it off and play with it. I leaned down to Michelle's feet, picked up one of her feet, and sniffed it. I noticed a slight sweaty smell, not a foul one, but a pleasant one, which I loved. I held her left foot, kissing and sucking it.
Michelle's foot wasn't small, probably a size 37 or 38, but it was incredibly delicate, with perfectly aligned toes. Her toenails weren't painted, but they looked even more natural and beautiful. After admiring that foot for a while, I picked up the other foot and placed them together. Seeing these two beautiful beauties, I couldn't resist touching them. I brought my mouth to their feet, kissing and licking them. Soon, their feet were covered in my saliva. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Michelle's face, and softly said, "Let me have some fun with you today!"
I reached out and lifted her nightgown, revealing her pink panties. I immediately pulled off her nightgown, revealing her pale purple bra. I admired Michelle in her underwear; her skin was flawless, smooth, soft, and supple. I touched her neck, then moved down to her breasts—so soft, so incredibly soft, it was a pity they were covered by her bra. Without a word, I removed her bra, exposing her breasts to the air. Touching her soft breasts filled me with immense excitement; it was the first time I'd been so close to such a beautiful woman!
Seeing those pink nipples, I couldn't help but bring my mouth close, gently biting and sucking, wishing I could draw out all the milk inside, but that was unlikely. I continued to caress Michelle's body, slowly moving down to her panties. Leaving only her panties on was already quite an eyesore, so without thinking, I simply pulled them off. Seeing the girl's mysterious area excited me once again. I must say, Michelle's genitals were beautiful; there was no thick pubic hair, only smooth labia. Her labia majora were white, with a slightly reddish slit in the middle, revealing a small portion of her tender pink labia minora. I breathed excitedly, forcefully pulling Michelle's thighs apart and sticking my head inside, carefully examining this beautiful woman's alluring vulva. Her two thick labia majora were tightly closed, with only a little glistening mucus seeping out—the result of my earlier caressing of Michelle's breasts.
I placed one hand on Michelle's labia and rubbed it back and forth. Soon I felt a wetness in my palm. When I let go, I saw more and more white fluid flowing from the slit of her labia majora. I also noticed another subtle physiological change in Michelle... Her two thick labia majora, which were originally tightly closed, instinctively became engorged and swollen under my rubbing, and began to part slightly to the sides, revealing two tender red labia minora inside. The vaginal opening, about the size of a soybean, was also exposed to me! My
blood was boiling. This tiny slit was clearly not enough to satisfy my rising lust. I pinched Michelle's two thick labia majora and pulled them apart forcefully. Michelle's most mysterious sexual organ was so roughly played with and separated by me, revealing the private area that had been covered by the labia majora. I gazed greedily at Michelle's red labia minora and the deeper urethral and vaginal openings. I suddenly lowered my head, pressing my mouth tightly against Michelle's vulva, sucking and licking... Michelle was forced to spread her long, slender legs, letting me forcefully pry open her labia. I turned Michelle's labia majora wide open, my tongue forcefully licking the inside of her labia majora.
On the bed, a sexy young beauty lay with her white, jade-like legs spread wide, a man relentlessly playing with her between them, the entire room filled with the smell of a woman's vaginal fluid. As I licked, more and more white, sticky fluid seeped from her vulva, flowing down her labia to her anus... her thighs... her buttocks... all the way to the sheets.
My nimble tongue became increasingly audacious and bold, slowly moving from her labia majora to her labia minora, finally I inserted my tongue into Michelle's pea-sized vaginal opening, beginning to move it in and out. Michelle's face flushed red, and she unconsciously tried to squeeze her legs together. Since I was straddling her legs, she could only pretend helplessly. Watching Michelle's originally tightly closed labia majora being spread wide open by my playing, and white fluid gushing out of her vagina... I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I quickly took off my clothes, pulled out my big cock that had been hard for an hour or so, and the real ravaging was about to begin!
My size is still pretty good, at least much bigger than the actors in the computer. I had tried lying in the rest pod and watching some porn before, but whenever I saw my big guy become so small, I didn't feel anything. But today, I was finally going to do it for real.
I grinned lewdly, pressing my hard, glistening glans against Michelle's labia. Michelle instinctively wriggled her hips, allowing her wet genitals to rub against my thick penis. I waited patiently, gripping my penis with my right hand, watching her unconsciously writhe as it rubbed against my massive member, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I guided my 20-centimeter-long penis with my right hand, aiming the ping-pong ball-sized glans at Michelle's opening. Suddenly, I thrust my hips down, and my rock-hard glans slid in about 5 centimeters. So tight! I guess she hasn't done it in a long time. The battlefield cultural troupe's duties are demanding, so she probably doesn't have much time for pleasure. Besides, she's so proud and never shows any interest in others. But I heard she only has one more year of military service before going back to marry her fiancé. Well, now I'll develop her body for her fiancé.
I grinned wickedly, watching my glans swell open Michelle's tiny vaginal opening. I could feel her warm, moist vagina tightly gripping my hard, throbbing glans, waves of sexual pleasure surging through me. I pulled my hips back, then thrust my hips forward, my thick penis plunging deep into Michelle's vagina. Michelle's brow furrowed slightly, and she seemed to let out a soft moan.
I leered at my erect, veiny penis, now more than halfway inside. Michelle's vagina felt like a thin rubber sheath, tightly enveloping my burning hot cock. Streams of white, lustful fluid seeped from the point where my penis met her vaginal opening. My penis trembled with excitement, and with another thrust, I pushed my entire 20-centimeter-long penis inside!
I shifted my gaze from Michelle's lascivious lower body to her face. A satisfied smile appeared on her alluring face. I subconsciously glanced at the clock; two hours had passed. Michelle's underwear lay beside the bed, and on the bed was a beautiful woman with my large penis inside her vagina. I read these hidden messages from Michelle's face, and my lower body began to move. I slowly began to thrust, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, my rough penis rubbing against Michelle's tender vaginal walls, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body from my penis. I lay on top of Michelle, embracing her sweaty body, her swollen breasts pressed tightly against me. I kissed Michelle, my hips moving back and forth, continuing the three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. The bed rocked gently for 15 minutes. I felt a wonderful sensation I had never experienced before, and my breathing became increasingly heavy.
I grew increasingly excited. Gentle movements were no longer enough to satisfy my desire. I abruptly sat up, forcefully spreading Michelle's legs and placing them on my shoulders. Looking down at my penis brutally ravaging Michelle, I began to thrust with all my might, my 20-centimeter penis plunging all the way in, reaching the very end of Michelle's vagina. The bed creaked loudly under the frenzied thrusting of my iron rod. Under the onslaught of my massive, lewd rod, Michelle's vagina secreted even more lustful fluid, moistening her delicate vaginal walls, making "splashing" sounds with each powerful thrust. These sounds excited me even more. I held Michelle's waist and thrust tirelessly. Michelle lay there limply, her whole body heaving back and forth from my thrusts, her breasts swaying back and forth with each stroke. My gaze focused on her breasts. I reached out and grabbed her two lively, bouncing breasts, beginning another round of kneading. My fair breasts were quickly kneaded until they turned red and swollen, making them look even more sexy.
My penis wasn't idle either. While playing with Michelle's two plump breasts with my hands, I used my waist to thrust my penis hard. The edge of my hard glans scraped against the tender flesh of Michelle's vaginal walls. Her vaginal opening, which was the size of a soybean, was swollen to the size of an egg by my thick penis. Every time I pulled out my penis, her labia majora and minora would turn outwards, bringing out the thick white fluid that Michelle was flowing out... Time passed by, and on the bed was her messy long hair, some of which was still hanging on her sweaty breasts.
Like a bull in heat, I brutally ravaged Michelle, a pure girl, pinning her down on the bed. Two hours had passed; after all, my penis wasn't made of iron, and Michelle was such a charming and alluring girl. After two hours of fucking her delicate vagina, my penis finally couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust hard for the last few dozen times, gripping Michelle's two plump breasts tightly, and gushed out streams of hot semen from my urethra. Michelle's body trembled, unconsciously twisting her slender waist a few times. White fluid gushed out from deep within her vagina like a spring, her vagina desperately clinging to my large penis. At this moment, my head spun slightly, and I felt some images appear in my mind, as if they were scenes from the Qing Dynasty palace...
Only then did I truly appreciate Michelle's captivating naked body. Her breasts were red and swollen from my kneading, her nipples trembling slightly like two red grapes, her slender waist, and below her flat abdomen were her smooth and alluring genitals. Michelle's labia majora were swollen and engorged from my penetration, completely parted to the sides, her vaginal opening still slightly ajar, thick white fluid continuously flowing out... As I ejaculated, the room suddenly became quiet.
I pulled my penis out of Michelle's vagina, my semen still flowing out. My burning gaze began to scan Michelle's naked body again, my penis becoming erect once more, even thicker and harder with Michelle's lubrication. Like a wolf, I pounced on Michelle's naked body. Michelle's vagina was still wet and slippery. This time there was no foreplay, only the release of my primal lust. Just like before, I spread Michelle's legs wide, pressed my swollen, purplish-black, thick penis against the entrance of her vagina, and with a forceful thrust, the entire length of my penis plunged into Michelle's little hole.
After the initial stimulation, her vagina wasn't as tight as the first time, allowing me to penetrate and withdraw more easily. The intense pleasure from the thrusting made my movements more ferocious and powerful, as if I wanted to pierce through Michelle's vagina. I held Michelle down, thrusting my penis in and out relentlessly, the egg-sized glans repeatedly striking Michelle's delicate cervix, sending waves of pleasurable sensations through her. Under my frenzied movements, Michelle quickly reached another orgasm, hot, wet fluid gushing from her uterus, scalding my glans. Her vagina instinctively contracted, tightly gripping my penis, as if Michelle's small mouth was sucking on my glans. At the same time, the image in my mind became clearer—it was indeed a scene from the Qing Dynasty palace. I had already thrust hundreds of times, and this time I couldn't hold back any longer, a thick stream of semen shooting out. I held Michelle tightly, ejaculating all my semen into her small uterus.
I was also feeling a bit tired, so I lay down next to Michelle and rested for a while. My strength gradually returned, while Michelle was already drenched in sweat from what I had done, her long hair disheveled. I glanced at Michelle beside me; when I rolled over, I had pushed her to her side, revealing a girl's slender waist and round, upturned buttocks. This was a huge visual stimulus for a man, and I was quickly no longer satisfied. I turned Michelle over, and the rape was about to begin! I positioned Michelle on her knees on the bed, her buttocks facing me. I placed my hands on Michelle's round buttocks, gripping her firm and elastic buttocks tightly. "...Such a perky butt! This time I'll fuck you from behind!"
As I said this, I aimed my glans at Michelle's vaginal opening, thrusting my hips forward and shoving my huge penis into Michelle's vagina! This position is most likely to arouse a man's animalistic instincts, especially when the person in front of him is a beautiful woman with an S-shaped curve like Michelle. I frantically thrust into Michelle's buttocks, panting heavily, my hands gripping her fleshy bottom, watching my penis defiling the girl before me. My shaft felt like it was made of iron, pumping in and out of Michelle's vagina, in and out, in and out. My stomach slammed against Michelle's upturned buttocks with each impact, and each time her round buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, Michelle couldn't help but let out a soft "humph..."
Michelle's moans excited me even more, and I thrust faster and harder, with increasing force! Michelle knelt on the bed like a naked mare, her upper body limp and powerless, her round, white buttocks facing me. I was brazenly and slowly withdrawing a thick, black, python-like penis from Michelle's vagina, each time pulling the tender, red flesh of her vaginal opening outwards. Then came a hard thrust, my penis forcefully shoving back into her outward-turned labia majora and minora. Michelle was so aroused by my rough thrusting that her juices flowed freely, the white fluid increasing and flowing down her inner thighs onto the bed.
Under my brutal impact, Michelle's upper body slumped onto the bed, her two full breasts squeezed out of shape. I just kept shoving my penis in and in again! Michelle's upper body went limp, making her buttocks appear even more prominent, intensifying the visual stimulation for me. I felt as if my penis was tightly encased in a small rubber sheath—warm, moist, and taut. Each scrape of the glans against the tender flesh of Michelle's vaginal walls sent a tingling sensation through my penis. With each thrust, Michelle's entire body lurched forward, her round buttocks slapping against my stomach with a "slap, slap" sound. Half an hour passed, and the "slap, slap" sounds of flesh against flesh and the wet, squelching sounds of a woman's genitals being penetrated continued incessantly.
I was finally about to lose control; the intense friction between the delicate flesh of Michelle's vaginal walls and my rock-hard glans... Waves of pleasure surged through my body from my penis, accompanied by the unconscious moans of the beautiful woman lying before me. My penis suddenly twitched, and I gripped Michelle's full buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina. A gush of hot liquid shot into her vagina, and Michelle's entire body flushed red, trembling slightly. Her vagina spasmed as if it were about to snap my penis in two, and milky white vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within. At the same time, images of the Qing Dynasty and a blurry voice seemed to enter my mind: "Fourth Prince!" Soon, a stream of cloudy white fluid flowed from the point where Michelle and my genitals were joined, indistinguishable between Michelle's vaginal fluid and my semen. I held Michelle's buttocks tightly, letting my penis completely stop twitching inside her vagina before withdrawing my large, fleshy shaft with satisfaction.
After I had vented my lust on Michelle's slender and sexy body, Michelle was limp on the bed, her two full breasts red and swollen from my large hands kneading them, standing up even more sexily. Her fair and smooth thighs and flat abdomen were covered with secretions flowing from her vagina. Some of the sticky white fluid flowed down her thighs onto the sheets, while some was oozing out from between Michelle's two smooth and plump labia...
I lay on my comfortable bed, savoring the passion of the moment. Suddenly, the image of Michelle's climax flashed through my mind, piquing my interest. So I got up and went to the monitoring room. The lights were flashing, and everything seemed normal. I picked up the main controller, put it on my head, and started watching number 33. Since the dream was pre-programmed, there was no privacy. It was just a way to relax the mind. Once a person enters the dream, their real body is defenseless. Unless the machine is interrupted, the person will not wake up before the set time. I remember when this kind of relaxation device was first invented, there were countless cases of people being murdered, robbed, and raped because of it. That's why the state regulated this relaxation device and established a special recovery center for people to use it.
To prevent potential dangers for users with psychological issues, technicians specifically observe individual dreams. Because these dreams are highly realistic, if a user experiences mental health issues and is killed or harmed outside the storyline in the dream, their real-life body will also react accordingly. For example, if you enter the world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and the protagonist's right arm is severed in the dream, the program will protect you from harm. However, if you experience mental health issues in your dream and believe your left arm is also severed, then your left arm will be severed in reality. When this happens, the system will alert me and pause the harmful storyline. I will then enter your dream to remove the danger to your left arm before exiting, allowing the storyline to continue.
Watching Michelle Yim's dream, I realized it was from a terrible TV series that has been remade countless times, "Scarlet Heart." No wonder I heard the name "Fourth Prince," haha, it seems Michelle Yim is quite the time-travel enthusiast. Thinking of Michelle, I remembered I needed to give her an IV drip once a day. So I went back to her room and took her back to Ward 33. Then I went downstairs to the medical center outside the recovery center. The medical center was very busy, with soldiers coming in every day to treat all sorts of injuries. Missing limbs were minor injuries; there were even heads that had been frozen and brought back. Yes, that's right, heads. When consciousness hadn't faded and the brain hadn't died, they were rapidly frozen at low temperatures. If they arrived at the medical center still alive, they could be saved.
"Hello, Minister!" A clear voice startled me from my reverie. I looked up and saw a pretty nurse, pure and innocent, dressed in a pink nurse's uniform, flesh-colored stockings, and pink nurse's shoes, making her look like an angel. Her bright eyes were full of smiles.
"Oh, it's Dr. Su. Still pretending to be a nurse? No major surgeries today?" I replied casually. Her name is Sophie, a medical genius. Besides being proficient in various medical instruments, she's also thoroughly familiar with medical theory. Even more remarkably, at 17, she's already a level 5 Light Magician, supposedly inherited from her British mother, and has a good chance of reaching the highest level of 9, a Grand Magician, in her lifetime. So it's no exaggeration to say that if there's a disease she can't cure, you're practically dead.
"Of course not, otherwise why would I be talking to you here!" She looked at me as if I were an idiot. "Because after today I'll have a month of rest."
"Oh, right." I was thinking about something and hadn't noticed. "Wait, what was that look on your face just now?" I remembered her expression and was furious. "Don't you want to come here to recover your energy?!"
"Hehe, you only just realized? Your reaction time is really long!" She stuck out her little tongue at me and ran off. "I'll come find you tomorrow!" Her clear voice drifted back.
Sigh, I've been tricked by this little girl again. I shook my head helplessly and walked towards the waste disposal center. Sophie was the only girl on the entire battlefield willing to talk to me, because in this meritocratic unit, people like me with no combat ability were mostly ignored. Since I developed the wireless helmet myself, I couldn't directly apply for materials; I could only rely on materials from the hospital's waste disposal center to make it. Therefore, I've only made one so far. I don't know how many years it will take to make 100 and realize my dream of building my own harem.
(The End)

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