I can do it. Machines are honest. They repay you for the sweat you shed.
She gritted her teeth and tightened the bolt.
Screech—.
The metal screamed.
*Just a little more. Just a tiny bit more precision...*
Snap.
With a dull sound, the bolt head broke off pointlessly.
"......Ah."
Frederica's hand froze in midair.
"Ma-Major! I told you! This is wrought iron; you shouldn't tighten it further...!"
"Bring it."
She spoke with a trembling voice.
"Pardon?"
"I said bring the spare parts! I’ll dismantle and reassemble it from scratch!"
"Major, have you lost your mind?! You've taken the engine apart three times overnight! The men are all exhausted and on the verge of collapse...!"
The maintenance officer stepped in, unable to bear it any longer, but Frederica didn't even pretend to listen.
She rummaged through the parts box like a madwoman. But everything she got hold of was rough, crude supplies. There was no sign of that lustrous 'heat-treated steel' Max had made, nor the 'pure copper gaskets.'
*Where on earth... where on earth did he get such things...*
With a desperate heart, she picked out the part in the best condition and fitted it in. Then she started the engine again.
Rumble, bang, bang!
The engine turned over. The maintenance soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's done! The sound is excellent! Very thunderous!"
But Frederica’s expression was twisted.
No.
This isn't it. Just being thunderous isn't enough.
The friction sound of the cylinder scraping the wall. The noise of valves closing off-beat. The unpleasant vibration that traveled up her spine and shook her brain each time the gears meshed.
"Turn it off."
"Pardon?"
"I said turn off the engine!!"
Silence returned to the maintenance bay. Only the sound of the metal heat cooling—tick, tick—echoed. Frederica slumped down onto the tank.
Only then did she realize.
*...Max Yeager.*
Without that man's help, she would never again taste a perfect tank.
*
Early morning.
The door to the office opened cautiously. It was Frederica.
"...Did it get fixed?"
At my question, she shook her head.
"...No. No matter how I tighten, polish, or replace parts... I can't get that feeling. With my own hands... I can't salvage this piece of scrap metal."
I slowly looked her over. Her hair, as if just washed, was glossy, but her eyes were hollow.
*Status Analysis.*
[Name: Frederica von Kessel]
[Status: Fatigued from overnight work, withdrawal symptoms intensifying, longing for that perfect sensation.]
I sensed we were almost there.
"Major. What was it you said yesterday."
I spoke leisurely.
"'Selling your body for maintenance is something only a whore would do.' Quite the epigram."
"......"
"But look at you now. As soon as the morning sun rose, you came to your superior's room, begging him to fix that heap of scrap metal."
Frederica's shoulders trembled finely. Her face flushed with shame, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the room.
"...A whore."
She bit her lip until it bled and said,
"...I'll be a whore."
I smirked bitterly.
And Frederica continued, as if confessing.
"......Do you remember the day we first met?"
"Are you referring to that insolent attitude of yours, where you nitpicked every order I gave during Operation Scythe in the Ash-Grey Forest?"
"......I have no excuse."
"Hmm."
I slowly rose from my seat and approached her.
"A parachute appointment, soaring from captain to lieutenant colonel, under the pretext of wartime exceptions. You must have despised me, honestly. A blot on the honor of the Empire’s finest, the 1st Armored Division."
"......Yes."
She reluctantly admitted.
"......So I tested you. During the forest breakthrough, during the river crossing operation. *Let’s see you embarrass yourself. The moment your incompetence is exposed, I’ll report it to headquarters and have you dragged down...* I had such arrogant thoughts."
She smiled bitterly.
"But you proved yourself, sir, just to show me. I was wrong, and you were right."
Frederica looked me straight in the eye and said.
"And during the last operation..."
A faint flush rose on her face. An expression closer to determination than shame.
"That situation, on my superior's lap, having my breasts grabbed... should have been shameful. But..."
Frederica’s lips quivered.
"Even in that situation, you were perfect. While grabbing and shaking my breasts, the turret rotation angle had no error, and while biting my ear, you accurately pinpointed the enemy's position."
I let out a hollow laugh.
"And even... in that shameful situation, I felt a strange sense of security."
It was a shocking confession.
*Status Analysis.*
[Name: Frederica von Kessel]
[Status: Feeling of defeat; inwardly even thinking she wants to entrust everything to Max.]
Good. I cheered inwardly.
The moment the machine-crazed elite officer finally laid herself down for a perfect tank. Her expression was so electrifying, overflowing with a sense of immorality.
"Then the deal’s done."
I sat back in my chair and leaned deeply against the backrest. Then I gestured with my chin toward my crotch.
"All the cheeky words you've said to me with those pretty lips so far."
Frederica's gaze fixed on the front of my trousers.
"Since they came out of your mouth, you clean them up."
*Gulp.* I saw her pale throat bob up and down heavily.
"Pay for what you’ve said with your mouth. Work that insolent tongue."
"Ah..."
Frederica's pupils trembled slightly.
*Pay with your mouth.* There was no way she wouldn't know the vulgar meaning behind that ambiguous expression.
Unable to bring herself to refuse, she walked around the desk and approached my chair. And smoothly, slowly, she bent down. The haughty woman knelt between my legs.
"Hoo..."
She reached out with trembling hands and grabbed my belt buckle. *Click,* with a metallic sound, the leather belt came undone.
*Riiip.* As the zipper of my trousers went down, my suppressed thing popped out. A ferocious size and heat that couldn't be hidden even over my underwear.
[Skill 'Vitality (Lv.1)' is active.]
*Throb.*
"......You must keep your promise."
With those final words, Frederica pulled down my underwear as well.
*Slap.* The flesh bounced out and nearly brushed her cheek. The bright red, bloodshot glans gaped right in front of her nose. The smell of chestnut blossoms and a male scent hit her hard.
Frederica momentarily held her breath. A look mixed with fear, awe, and instinctive curiosity.
*Status Analysis.*
[Name: Frederica von Kessel]
[Status: Surprised by the viciousness of 'that,' which she is seeing for the first time; wants to satisfy it as quickly as possible and be done.]
[Emotion: Shame]
After hesitating for a while, Frederica finally shut her eyes tightly as if making a decision. Then, opening her red lips, she took me into her mouth.
"Mmmp!"
A warm and moist sensation rushed in from the tip to the root in an instant.
*Sexual Experience Check.*
[Sexual Experience]
Kiss: 0 times
Sex: 0 times
Oral Sex: 0 times
Anal Sex: 0 times
Other: Masturbation experience (indirect stimulation using tank engine vibration, 2 times)
She was clumsy, as befitting a virgin. Her teeth grazed me slightly, and her tongue work was awkward at best. But the sense of conquest alone—that the youngest major in the Empire, that haughty elite, was kneeling at my feet and serving—doubled the pleasure.
"Haa, slurp... mmmph..."
I stroked her ash-gray bobbed hair, then soon grabbed it roughly.
"Yes, like that. Lick carefully. Every nook and cranny."
"Huuuuump!"
Her head was shaken back and forth in time with the strength of my grip. Each time I thrust deep into her throat, she made choking sounds, but I didn't let up.
*Does it hurt? But you have to endure.*
After all the high-and-mighty stubbornness and disrespect Frederica had shown me up until now, the fact that I put up with it all and endured made me a saint.
A cheeky woman who doesn't know her place deserves exactly this kind of treatment.
"Slrp, slurp..."
"You're good at this. You have talent."
"Hmmph... mph..."
Hearing the compliment, she raised the corners of her eyes as if insulted.
*Getting cocky, are we?*
Resistance was futile. I held her head and began to slowly thrust my hips upward.
"Uk?! Ugh!"
"Deeper. Open your throat."
"Wait, ugh! Too big... hurk!"
"Don't exaggerate."
I ignored her resistance and increased the tempo. *Urk, hurk.* The sound of my meat spear forcibly stirring up her throat was loud.
Eventually, physiological tears welled up at the corners of Frederica's eyes and streamed down her cheeks. The grand title of the Empire's youngest battalion commander, the lofty pride of the Kessel family—all meant nothing before the sight of her like a bitch, choking and devouring my thing between my legs.
"Ah, ahk... can't breathe through my nose... hurk!"
"Don't stop. Keep sucking."
I thrust my genitals, swollen to the limit with the [Vitality] skill, deep into her throat. The sensation of forcibly prying open the entrance to the esophagus.
*Status Analysis.*
[Status: Hyperventilation, humiliation, pain.]
[Emotion: Despair at the fact that she is succumbing to such an act.]
As if choking, she urgently tapped my thigh.
I suddenly realized I'd gone too far. Indeed, the human throat is designed to reject foreign objects, after all.
*Tuning Touch.*
But I had a skill that could even designate that biological defense mechanism as an error and redesign it.
[Activating skill 'Tuning Touch (Lv.2)']