Girls' Frontline Night Battles with Dolls

Girls' Frontline - Night Battle with the Dolls:
I hereby announce that the Night Battle series has officially expanded to include 3P stories!
Besides the Girls' Frontline project, I plan to try writing a long-running erotic novel soon. The genre will likely be a traditional time-travel fantasy story. I hope this won't cause problems with my national exams in October or updates here. Please look forward to it!
Commander: A 29-year-old commander, a typical suave elite male, who has practically devoured all the dolls in the command center. He often faces near-crisis situations with women, but always manages to defuse them at the last minute. Thank you for your hard work, Commander.
fal (left): A veteran of the base, arrogant and capricious in speech and behavior, claiming to pursue exceptional taste. The Commander's first costume designer, but occasionally comes up with suggestions that leave the Commander both amused and exasperated. She has a potential competitive yet cooperative relationship with her fellow countrywoman, 57, and keeps a white ferret named Phil.
57 (right): The second costume designer, a mischievous and playful little imp whose teasing attitude towards the Commander is very obvious. She has an excellent grasp of fashion trends, and her rivalry with Fal leads to a constant clash between them. However, this also results in excellent teamwork. (The last part is a complaint about the gun I don't have: Why release swimsuits for 57 and M37?! I don't have those guns! I'm so angry! (Hitler's expression)!)
Note that this is not a night battle, but a day battle.
This is a rare business trip
for the commander's annual report meeting. Commanders rarely leave their own bases to conduct a general report in Brussels. This is followed by a two-week paid leave and a generous year-end bonus, possibly even a promotion.
Of course, a familiar local android must be brought along.
"Ugh, troublesome formal attire, I have to buy it again."
The sharp suit is made of fine wool. A man accustomed to military uniforms and shirts doesn't look out of place at all. The composure and decisiveness cultivated by the heavy workload and combat make him stand out. Formal attire is temporarily... He shed the last trace of his usual childishness, appearing before everyone as a completely mature figure.
He slightly adjusted the tie around his neck, looking a little awkward, but overall, he seemed to have mastered the attire. Looking at his somewhat unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, he casually shifted his body to check for any imperfections.
The suit he was supposed to wear to the meeting had several serious loose threads when he took it out that morning. The two androids who had come with him hadn't even informed him before immediately deciding to tie him up to a bespoke tailor shop, where he was constantly changed into different suits.
As for the so-called stylist…
"Commander, are you done?"
"Only the tie."
"Let me see."
The curtain of the fitting room was suddenly pulled open, and a girl with long orange ponytail looked directly at the commander changing inside. She scrutinized his outfit carefully, and only after thoroughly examining the well-dressed man did she say with relief,
"Not bad, this one is fine."
"Actually, the old one can be repaired..."
"A capable young man who is well-known even among the top echelons is going to be laughed at for wearing a shirt made in some Southeast Asian or African textile factory." Dissatisfied with the commander's somewhat casual attitude, Fal's fingers suddenly touched the clothes that the commander thought he had arranged, and she said seriously, "Look, your clothes are messy again... Come here, let me help you fix them. You're not living alone anymore, so pay attention."
"You're really strict, Miss Fal." "
A person should dress in a manner befitting their status, Commander. As a manager, you should be even more so. The Kiton I chose for you is the same. Even if you only wear this to the event, you will definitely be the star."
"That must have been hard work."
If only the price weren't so exorbitant
. After the expensive suit he was wearing was carefully removed, 57, who had been waiting nearby, skipped and hopped between the two, cheerfully handing over the clothes she had chosen.
"Commander, try this one on."
"This is... Caracini?"
It was a more affordable brand, but still high-end. Unlike the luxurious feel of his current attire, the white-haired girl's clothes appeared more casual and simple, without excessive materials or patterns, simply highlighting a composed image. It was the type the Commander often wore, only the material was much better. However, Fal seemed somewhat unable to accept 57's choice, standing between the two without even letting the Commander try it on.
"This Caracini is too plain."
"Really? I think that considering the price and your current status, a refined and simple style best suits your position as Commander. A new commander should show off their abilities and resources without overshadowing the boss." The white-haired girl was unmoved by Fal's criticism. Instead, she happily handed the clothes to the Commander, her petite frame still radiating a warm smile: "If you choose this, it won't cost you anything. After all, it shows you care about my choice, and that's enough."
"Hmm..."
An irresistible temptation!
Just as this option was about to overshadow the other questions, Fal's gaze stopped her impulse, forcefully forcing her to swallow her words.
"Commander, please remember one thing: the secondary symbol of status is price."
If Mauser's pride stemmed from his emphasis on reputation and character, then Fal's pride lay in his focus on status and style.
A rich girl's personality and understanding
wouldn't particularly dislike a girl who values rituals, but if her wallet were only half its current size, she probably wouldn't pay much attention to her either. Ultimately, maintaining such a large humanoid harem is already a demanding task.
"Eh? Is it alright? This wasn't meant to steal the spotlight, it's just a routine report, isn't it?"
"No, you should shine wherever you go. As an outstanding talent, Commander must have the appropriate attire."
The argument never ends...
"In that case... Heave-ho!"
"Ooh!"
57's sudden push caught the Commander off guard, causing him to lose his balance and make a rather loud noise. The white-haired girl took the opportunity to jump into the fitting room. Seeing this, Fal instinctively followed and ran into the fitting room.
What's going on inside?
Before he could even ask a question, a more urgent matter drew his attention elsewhere.
"Guest? Are you alright?"
A customer service representative's voice came from afar. To avoid losing his composure, the commander didn't bother throwing the two girls out and quickly pulled the curtain shut to prevent the staff from noticing what was happening.
Footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of the fitting room. The staff seemed to realize the commander was still inside and couldn't help but ask him in English,
"Guest, are you still trying on clothes?"
"Ah, yes, I'm just a little unaccustomed to this fabric."
"Is that so? Please enjoy your time."
Perhaps because the two girls squeezed into the fitting room at the same time, the commander was so nervous that even his usually fluent English became stiff, and he almost couldn't answer. Luckily, he managed to fool the sales clerk.
However, this didn't mean the disaster was over.
In the cramped space, the two girls, each holding their chosen clothes, stood facing each other, staring at the suits in the other's hands, neither willing to give in. A tense atmosphere suddenly filled the air.
"Fal, why did you come in?"
"I'll ask you the same question. What do you want?"
"Help the Commander adjust his clothes, okay? After all, women are sometimes more flexible than men."
Yes, for women, questioning their sensitivity to clothing is deadly, especially when the questioner is another woman of their man. The Commander anticipated that it would definitely end badly. And that wasn't all.
From this angle, he could see the two girls' full breasts, their smooth, elastic flesh pressed tightly against the Commander's chest due to the confined space. Combined with the perfume the girls had worn that morning, it unintentionally aroused the already sexually active man.
Faced with this unexpected situation, the girls' thoughts were clearly changed as well. 57's expressive eyes flickered slightly, and she lightly flicked the protruding spot with her finger, feeling the trembling sensation. Suddenly, as if she had thought of a mischievous idea, she said,
"How about we have a competition?"
"What?"
"If any of us can make the Commander comfortable, he can wear that outfit to the banquet tonight, how about that?" As if deliberately seducing the Commander, the girl with a mischievous personality pressed her breasts even closer, her smile suddenly becoming gentle yet cunning: "You don't mind, do you, Commander?"
"It's not that I don't mind, it's just that I expected this... Isn't there a more civilized way?"
"It's just for fun. After all, whoever knows the Commander's sensitive spots better understands him better. That's how I see it. What do you think, Miss Fal?" "
Boring. Doing it in a place like this is just like being an ill-mannered person."
"Then you can leave."
"What?"
"Literally. I think if Miss Fal doesn't like it, I won't force you. After all, I don't care."
"...Fine, let's compete, deal." Before
you
could say anything, you felt two small hands gradually moving towards your crotch. Knowing that another chaotic battle was inevitable, the commander could only sit and wait for death and make a final attempt to dissuade
you: "Please at least take my year-end bonus outside, it would be terrible if you ruined it."
The androids' competitive spirit often seemed to force the commander to use his ultimate weapon when things didn't go his way. Although it was a pleasure to watch the girls show various seductive expressions in bed and conquer them, it wasn't a good thing for the commander who had a certain degree of interest in trying things outdoors.
That being said, indulging them in their revelry anytime and anywhere might also be a kind of inner desire to some extent. After all, the commander's almost complete lack of self-control over his desires was a personal trait.
Three tongues intertwined, the three, shirtless, kissed passionately as if they were one. The girls greedily pressed their bodies against the man's strong chest, rubbing their round breasts against his frame. They passionately wrapped one arm around his thick neck, kissing him intimately like a hero, while their other hand unbuttoned their trousers.
As for the two girls… it seemed they'd been in a threesome a bit too often.
Their personalities clashed like oil and water, they saw each other as formidable rivals, yet through this understanding, they both submitted to the same man. These were the women best suited for a threesome. Joy, because it wouldn't be right not to ignite their competitive spirit. Two small hands kept stroking the firm penis, and you could feel the different atmospheres. Fal used more force, while 57 skillfully
poked at her own weaknesses. They each had different characteristics, but their competitive spirit made them focus on the man they shared.
Fal's fingers skillfully rubbed the penis up and down, occasionally stroking the sensitive glans, while 57 gently stroked the two testicles along the base. The two jade hands served the commander's entire lower body obediently, completely unaware that this outdoor sex in the market could be exposed at any time. He was
very skilled... Well, we can't stay passive like this
!
The teasing movements suddenly stopped abruptly with a scream. The girls, who had been so proactive, seemed to have been ambushed. "
Don't get too cocky, little girls." His hands slipped under their skirts, skillfully kneading their round, pert buttocks. His fingers traced the cleft of their buttocks up to their wet genitals, expertly caressing their trembling bodies. The commander held them close, playing with their anuses while earnestly threatening, "Don't be too reckless, little girls. I'm not being serious by accident."
"Ugh..."
Feeling the girls tremble with tension and excitement, the commander increased the pressure of his fingers. His large fingers not only played with their anuses but also occasionally slipped into their anuses, probing the tight, narrow walls, making their already sensitive bodies tremble even more.
"Playing with... such dirty places... if you feel anything... it's not dignified..."
"Ugh...this feeling...Commander is so skilled..."
Each girl displayed different expressions, but whether they yielded or resisted, it couldn't change the fact that their bodies were experiencing increasing pleasure from the skilled finger techniques. As the Commander relentlessly pressed forward, thick, sticky fluids gradually enveloped their dark, wanton private parts, allowing the man to savor them quietly. He panted in pleasure, teasing and stirring, feeling the girls' bodies pressed against his chest. Like a rabbit, 57 whispered in the Commander's ear,
"You've figured out this body completely. Games where you always lose aren't fun..."
"That's what I wanted to say, isn't it? Neither of you has much stamina. You two won't be able to handle it if it's just one of you."
"Hehe, do you like it?"
"...I don't dislike playing tricks."
"So, shall we take it a step further?"
Gazing at the two pairs of eyes already filled with lust and their rosy lips, the commander himself couldn't suppress the throbbing desire in his lower body. He pulled down his suit trousers, revealing his hard penis, and patted the two girls' buttocks, signaling them to squat down. He then inserted his erect penis deep between their lips, indicating that they should get to work. The two girls obediently squatted down, meticulously licking his penis.
What a beautiful sight!
The commander looked at the dressing mirror in front of him. In the mirror, two beautiful girls were kneeling between his legs, being petted like pets, their greedy little mouths sucking on his erect penis. When one of them sucked on the glans, the other slowly licked down the penis, taking the testicles into her mouth. Being looked at by two pairs of beautiful eyes and licked by two pairs of nimble tongues, even the commander felt an incredible pleasure. He couldn't help but use his hands to grasp the full breasts of the girls kneeling in front of him. The girls obediently arched their backs, allowing his penis to sink between their breasts.
The sensation between two pairs of full breasts was soft and intimate, like sinking into a large, warm wall of flesh. As the commander rhythmically thrust in and out, the swollen glans, like some unwanted foreign object, peeked out from between the breasts. The girls leaned forward, kissing the menacing male symbol, licking every visible inch.
Suddenly, the lips that had been merely kissing enveloped the entire glans. Fal pushed 57 aside, taking advantage of the opponent's retreat to regain her balance, and took over the commander's service from below.
"Fal, that's against the rules."
"Mmm..."
The girl, enjoying the penis alone, ignored her opponent's protests, continuing to stand with her commanding lower body, her nimble head bobbing back and forth, continuing the oral sex. Seeing this, 57 could only reluctantly abandon her advance, her rabbit-like figure crawling towards the commander's crotch.
"57, you!"
"Ahhh..."
The tongue slipped into his anus, gently licking the filthy passage. An unbearable pleasure surged forth as the tongue entered. The penis in Fal's mouth suddenly grew longer and harder, thrusting even more vigorously.
The commander, feeling the urge to ejaculate from this strange pleasure, looked at the mischievous little devil who had circled behind him. The smile on his face, which had seemed so docile as he licked his body, was now filled with a playful and mischievous emotion. As he continued licking his anus
, the commander felt Fal's tongue begin to lick his glans forcefully. His previously flushed cheeks now sunken as he passionately sucked on the filthy penis before him, as if it were some extremely delicious food. This caused the proud commander to abandon his pride and humbly serve
these two...
Despite being rivals, their cooperation was terrifyingly effective. The commander could only grit his teeth. He pressed his lower lip to stop the waves of pleasure surging from below, trying to avoid ejaculating too quickly. Two tongues moved simultaneously, the lewd scene continuing for a while. The commander couldn't resist pressing down on Fal's head, which was still passionately sucking. With a forceful thrust, his penis plunged deep into her throat. The strong throat gripped him, the tight muscles contracting, giving the man an even stronger pleasure. He couldn't help but move on his own. The girl felt a little nauseous from this rough action, but looking at her opponent behind her, who was relentlessly thrusting into the commander, she instinctively felt she couldn't resist the urge. However, the tongue behind her suddenly withdrew, a force pulling the commander back. He saw 57 looking at the seemingly ecstatic commander and the bewildered Fal with dissatisfaction, leaning on the commander's shoulder and earnestly admonishing,
"No, you can't ejaculate before reaching the final step. That's a bad commander."
"Uh..."
"57, you..."
"Oh dear, this is blatant revenge, serves you right for wanting to hog everything." Not realizing there was anything wrong with what she was doing, she couldn't help but tease mischievously, seeing her opponent's unsatisfied expression: "Besides, FAL didn't want it to end this way, right?"
"..."
FAL didn't reply, only managing to stand up with difficulty. Her flushed face and slightly trembling body showed just how sensitive the girl was; even the slightest touch would make her wet. 57 stood beside her, gently embracing her and tenderly removing her clothes. Her soaked underwear was now removed, revealing her slender waist and beautiful breasts, which were now fully exposed. Her full, round buttocks were now sticking out towards the Commander. The two swayed their slender waists, whispering seductively,
"The final move, Commander."
"Very well, let you judge the difference in our style, Commander."
The two girls stood side by side in front of the mirror, their bodies as supple as ballerinas as they slowly raised one leg, exposing their engorged mons pubis to the Commander. The aroused girls were now inviting the man into
the small space, which was filled with the scent of arousal. The soap from their morning showers, the styrofoam prepared for the meeting, the girls' perfume, and the sweat and vaginal fluids mingled together, creating an extremely strong sexual atmosphere.
He held their raised legs to prevent them from losing their balance and falling. His thick, long penis first gently slid across their mons pubis, stimulating their sensitive nerves and further arousing their emotions, rather than providing instant satisfaction.
He took turns poking their vaginal openings, experiencing the different sensations of the two women. The sensitivity here was such that fingers were used instead of fingers to continue inserting, keeping the girls' bodies in a sensitive state, constantly secreting love fluid. However, this was extremely cruel to the girls; their constantly teased bodies could not find relief. It was as if the commander was enticing them to take the initiative. Even when he stopped at the entrance, he would intentionally or unintentionally tease them a few times, making the girls involuntarily twist their buttocks, trying to relieve the burning desire in their hearts
. Just when the girls felt they were about to go crazy, suddenly the commander's movements became more violent. His penis plunged deep into their hungry bodies, the violent impact like digging through the ground, hitting deep into the girls' hearts. The instant pleasure almost overwhelmed them, but the subsequent thrusts brought them to wave after wave of climax.
"That's it... Commander... You're the best..."
"Commander...the wilderness is so much fun..."
Idiot, don't make a sound!
The two girls, feeling overwhelmed by the sound, could only suppress their cries through kissing. The commander thrust gently into the two girls' bodies, his large hand on their abdomens as if he could feel the location of each thrust. The girls' expressions grew increasingly intoxicated with each thrust
, both of them the same. Their firm abdominal muscles enveloped his penis, their taut bodies providing even more pleasure than in the normal position. The fear of being discovered and the feeling of being violated made their hearts pound, making all three bodies increasingly sensitive.
His fingers moved upwards, kneading their erect nipples, feeling their mature breasts. The man greedily savored the beautiful fruit and all the pleasure offered, thrusting his lower body wildly, almost causing the girls to cry out. Their
bodies, which had been holding on, gradually crumbled with each impact, their legs hanging limply. Each time the thick, long penis entered the commander's body, it felt like it was digging away at their remaining sanity and strength. This made the commander realize that he didn't need to conserve his energy; the girls before him weren't the type to last long. He quickly finished everything,
his penis thrusting deep into the girls' soft flesh. The thick, long penis kept pounding inside the two girls. Their raised legs now rested limply on the man's shoulders. The girls, constantly being taken advantage of by the man, had long since lost their weapons for arguing. To avoid their shameful appearance, they tried hard to suppress their moans, but they still couldn't stop panting. Accompanying them were intermittent small orgasms. Their semen mingled and was drawn out of their bodies by the penis, the splattering sound giving a shameful pleasure. The
commander brought his limp feet to his face, smelling the faint body fragrance unique to the girls. While vigorously moving his body, the commander also stuck out his tongue and kept licking the two cute little feet, stimulating the girls' sensitive bodies.
"Ugh! This game is so erotic, Commander."
"Don't use such a vulgar way to tease someone by licking the soles of their feet..."
Her body trembled, every word she uttered carried an erotic air. Even her refusal lacked sincerity; she simply kept giving the man everything he wanted. The moment she waited for her uterus to be filled, her tight body and the scent of the young girls made the man, who had been wanting to ejaculate for a long time, unable to hold back any longer. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, completely disregarding the possibility of attracting the attention of the shop assistants. He brought the girls beneath him to the point of ultimate climax.
Every single one of them was exquisite; he wanted to ejaculate inside them all,
so he couldn't choose!
Knowing that if he ejaculated inside, a horrific carnage awaited him, the commander, in desperation, gritted his teeth and pulled out his penis. He aimed it at the two snow-white bodies and ejaculated everything from his body, splashing the white,
cloudy fluid that had splattered onto their skin. Feeling the arousing heat, the girls, still climaxing, seemed to sense the commander's decision. They turned around and continued to suck on his penis,
attending to it until he had completely ejaculated. The two girls, their faces now filled with endless languor and pleasure, lacked any noble or dignified appearance, nor did they wear any designer clothes. Her appearance and words were simply like a female beast indulging in unparalleled carnal pleasure. This is the modern woman
stripped of everything, perhaps the most beautiful existence
. "Hmph."
Stepping out of the shop, 57 was clearly in an unusually good mood, humming a tune as if she had just finished a happy party, walking happily ahead. Fal, on the other hand, walked beside the Commander with little expression.
The Commander, wearing only a shirt, seemed completely drained. Besides his unsteady steps, something in his eyes seemed dead.
"Another tie. At this rate, when will Fal and I ever have a winner?"
"What are you talking about? This is undoubtedly my victory."
"No, no, he ejaculated on me first at the end!"
"No, it was me."
"You two, please don't argue about this in the middle of the street..."
"Commander... how will you choose this time?" Seeing the
two androids' confident expressions, each seemingly convinced of their dominance, the commander, being a man, couldn't possibly think of any other options at this moment. He could only helplessly hold up two bags from different brands, saying with a tearful expression,
"What can I do? I'm desperate too!"
Goodbye, special allowance, performance bonus, year-end bonus, and the Belgian romance fund.
After spending all the money, because the two androids were still arguing about which outfit to wear, the commander secretly took his old suit to a tailor to have the tears repaired. He rushed off to attend the report meeting, thankfully without any incident. What a relief! He's
useless comment: In the story, the brand Kitton that Fal wore is a top-tier suit manufacturer, with a complete suit costing around $8,000 or more. Meanwhile, Caracini, which 57 wore, is a first-tier brand priced between $2,500 and $4,000. These kinds of stores probably wouldn't let people try on clothes as casually as in the story (or the staff would be watching from outside). Both are Italian manufacturers, so we can estimate that the Commander's purchase cost over 300,000 NTD… Well, let's just assume everyone's year-end bonus is over $10,000. Have a happy summer vacation everyone!

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